My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The sun is really nice today."

After leaving the principal's office, Tom walked around the castle, wanting to share his joy with a familiar portrait, but the professor seemed to be avoiding him, instead it was some certain knight or someone who had inquired about the gossip. A certain lady gave him blessings and applause. These old people who have lived in the castle for hundreds of years are full of affection for Tom, a dedicated boy representative. In their opinion, returning to work at their alma mater after graduation should be a The greatest achievement and honor of a Hogwarts student.

Tom left the castle with a satisfied smile on his face. The tall front door was opened as hard as possible, just like the ancient castle sent off the members of the Slytherin family thousands of years ago. The strong sunlight poured into the entrance hall. Tom raised his hand to block the glare. The hot sun still shines through his fingertips and sprinkles on his eyelashes and face. The fashionable oil hair specially dressed up in myrtle is shining, and the low-key ornaments on the formal clothes are no longer low-key. Proudly displaying their preciousness.

"Tom."

A yell interrupted his narcissism, Tom lowered his head, blinked his eyes, and his vision blurred by the exposure became clear again, and he saw McGonagall and Flitwick sitting on the steps below the main entrance, posing beside them. Holding a few huge wooden boxes tightly bound by magic ropes, Flitwick sat on the upper level of McGonagall, but he was still a little shorter. Tom smiled, walked down the stairs quickly, and stood Below the two, they greeted each other.

"Is there any good news?" Flitwick asked curiously, "Minerva and I were heading to the office for the teaching aids we will use in the next semester, and we happened to see you coming out."

"How did you play?" McGonagall handed Tom a red popsicle and shrugged, "I hope you are not too nervous to speak."

"It's okay," Tom took a sip of the popsicle, his eyebrows instantly flew up, it tasted like tomato, which made him very happy, he took another sip quickly, and said, "I think I'm doing well, at least Better than the dude in front of me."

"That man is too dangerous, we don't need to let Hogwarts bear the malice of his enemy," McGonagall nodded, watching Tom eat the popsicle with satisfaction, then turned to Flitwick and said, "I'll just say he You like to eat this weird taste, right?"

"Just eat with you like—"

"Filius, I don't want our friendship to deteriorate because of your slip of the tongue." McGonagall interrupted Flitwick in time, and said to Tom, "Compared to the inconspicuous playboy at the beginning, I am still I'd rather work with you."

"Haha, thanks for your good words." Tom turned around, ate the popsicle in a lightning-quick manner, held the only wooden stick left, and asked curiously, "What do you need to pay attention to when you are a professor at Hogwarts?" place?"

"Yes," McGonagall nodded seriously, "I haven't developed the habit of calling Professor Dumbledore Albus, and I even suspect that I will still call him 'Dumbledore' when I retire. professor'."

Like Tom's reaction, Flitwick standing beside him showed an embarrassed smile. In such a dog day, McGonagall's cold jokes still made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Tom, although we haven't received an official notification that you will be the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Flitwick said, breaking the embarrassment, "but I think you can already start adapting to the teaching career ahead of schedule."

"Really?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "I thought it wasn't a foregone conclusion."

"The main reason is that your competitors are really...unsatisfactory, Tom," Flitwick stood on tiptoe and patted Tom on the shoulder, "There are many people in the school board who support you, but I have to remind you , if you do get this position, you are a professor, and you have to give up some things that may be equally important to you.”

"I understand, Felius."

"I also believe you can understand, Tom. By the way, the defense of Hogwarts used to be in charge of Professor Mellors. In view of the recent situation, I think this work will be more serious than when Professor Mellors was still there." You must know that Grindelwald was already very tense when he was in office," Flitwick reminded, "Although you are a newcomer, judging by your reputation, the school directors should be more willing to let you You continue to carry that responsibility."

"Is that so... magic defense," Tom was silent for a moment, "I think I need to go back and look up some information."

"Aren't you sure?" Flitwick encouraged, "It's okay, I'll help you."

"I need to understand the scale of defense, Felius," Tom said seriously, "so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble."

"Haha," Flitwick shook his head with a smile, "your joke finally warms me up, Tom."

Tom smiled veiledly.

"And..." Flitwick patted McGonagall, who was looking at the coming from afar, and said, "With your proficiency in calling me and Minerva by name, I believe that the trouble Minerva said is also true for you. nonexistent."

Professor Slughorn was leading a group of people towards the castle. Almost all of them were the school managers of Hogwarts. After noticing the three people on the steps, the group speeded up and approached them**** **McGonagall, who was never willing to deal with school managers, stood up and patted the dirt on her skirt. Seeing this, Flitwick helped her lift the box placed on the steps, and walked up the steps after saying goodbye to Tom. Into the castle.

"Haha, Mr. Riddle," someone shouted enthusiastically when the team was still a long way from the gate, "My family and I have been fascinated by you for a long time!"

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"Really, Mr. Karkaroff, in fact, long before you came to my shop, your name was already circulating in the wizarding circles in London."

Borgin Bock walked obliquely in front of Nelson obligingly, guiding him along a winding and serpentine path in the city. Moody followed the two silently with his head down, and Borgin Bock lowered himself As if seeing a big customer in an alley, like seeing a relative or even a father, he basically doesn't have any face, he walks like flying, far from the old, sick and weak appearance before, he slightly raised his head, Staring at Nelson's face from the corner of his eye, he tentatively said softly, "A good friend of mine, Mr. Morfin Gunter, met you a long time ago. Do you remember?"

"Morfin Gaunt..."

Nelson stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and nodded, "I did buy things from him. To be honest, all the antiques in their house are of high quality. If it wasn't for the lack of money, I would even Buy that house full of treasures together."

"You are so humble," Bokin Bok complimented in an exaggerated tone, "The things you value must be the best of the best."

"Oh!" Borgin Burke stared at the ring in Nelson's hand, slapped his head, suddenly realized, "I remember this thing!"

"Oh, is it so?"

"This is what Marvolo Gaunt liked to brag about most when he was alive. I'm afraid you were deceived by that rotten alcoholic Morfin Gaunt." It may be a good thing, but their family is not as good as the next generation, and I don’t know when they pawned the part except the face. Don’t you think it’s strange? The clarity, size, color and shape of this piece are absolutely perfect. The best black gemstones are set in such a rough wooden ring that looks like a child's handiwork?"

"I think this ring is rather ancient." Nelson smiled and withdrew his hand. "I don't care about the material and price, I only care about history and stories."

"What a pity!" Borgin Burke actually stopped Nelson's retracted arm, staring at the ring and sighing, "The most important thing is the ring, Mr. Karkaroff, what you value must be this peerless black gem Bar?!"

"Almost." Nelson shook his hand in disgust, stuffing it back into his pocket.

"I knew it, Mr. Karkaroff, this is a good material for casting spells. Although I can't judge the material, I can feel the magic power contained in this thing, but it can't be used, it can't even be processed, it can't communicate, it has become It's a piece of scrap!" Bokin Burke cursed as if he had been stimulated by something, "That family is a damned, incestuous fool! I bet, it's that old guy Marvolo Gunter, who used to brag With his own background, Grindelwald's damn logo was engraved on this flawless gem. He thought he could pull the tiger's skin to scare others, but he didn't know that he had turned this gem from a priceless treasure into a selling piece. Scrap that won't go out!"

Borgin Bock clutched his chest, panted heavily, and continued to yell.

"He's really confused, maybe he doesn't know what he's talking about! He told the Auror who went to his home to investigate that it was Peveril's badge, and when he brought it to pawn, he told me it was Salazar S. Leitlin's emblem, said at a reception where no one welcomed him, it was stamped by Gellert Grindelwald, why didn't Gellert stamp it on his damn forehead?" He He raised his head, looked at Nelson, and suddenly covered his mouth, as if realizing that he had said too many out-of-bounds words, and quickly added: "But this does not prevent it from being a treasure."

"It's truly a gem."

Nelson showed a slight sullen look on his face, which caught Borgin Bock's hands. He was very curious about what kind of thing a person like "Igor Karkaroff" bought. He was very interested in this item. His curiosity even surpassed his curiosity about Karkaroff for a while, and this well-designed offensive statement must be able to arouse the ego of this antique collector like him, and Karkaroff will definitely do it for him. He answered the question that had troubled him for many years, and even relaxed his vigilance because of his frankness-and Nelson's reaction was exactly as he expected.

Nelson stretched out his hand, like a professional and moody dark wizard, stretched out his wand and pointed to the sky. The roof of the building that blocked the sunlight on the side of the alley was blown down. In the smoke and dust, the sunlight fell and fell on The hand he raised in front of Borgin Burk landed on the ring that had been passed down by the Gaunt family for thousands of years.

Under the light, the black gemstone on the face of the ring appeared deeper, as if it would absorb the light, and the symbol that looked like a scar to Borgin Burke was even more dazzling.

"I don't know if you have read "The Tales of Beedle the Poet"?" Nelson squinted at him and said softly, with a hint of disdain for the uninitiated in his tone, "As an Englishman, you should have read it .”

"Of course," Borgin Bock asked suspiciously, "isn't this the family emblem of Beedou the Poet?"

"If you have really read this book, you should have heard the story of the three brothers," Nelson sneered and raised his voice, "I found that the pride of the British is really inherent, not only reflected in the casual Sneak attacks on customers who don’t know their strength.”

Borgin Bock smiled awkwardly.

"If you've heard the story of the three brothers, you wouldn't associate this mark with Grindelwald in the first place." Under the sun, the mark of the Deathly Hallows revealed an invisible silver glow, "Pe The second of the three Friel brothers was a proud man, and in order to humiliate Death, he took from his hand a stone that would bring the dead back to life."

Borgin Burke's eyes slowly widened from narrowing like a fox, and the excitement of the successful plan in his eyes was gradually replaced by shock.

"You have been in the business of magic props for so many years, don't you know that if a stone full of magic power is damaged, it should not be in a state where the magic power cannot be used, but it should have no magic power?" Nelson put the back of his hand close to Bo Jin On Bok's face, watching the two eyes with different shapes turning in unison with his finger movements, the scene is extremely funny, "I still remember the time you sneaked up on me. Although it was rough, I could see that you really I really like disgusting things like ghosts."

"I……"

"I think you should know that there is a legendary item that can greatly increase the inferior magic of the necromancer. It should be one of the treasures you most desire in this world," Nelson withdrew his hand abruptly, Bojin Bock's eyes followed closely until he reached his pocket, "Guess when I was looking for Morfin Gunter to buy antiques, did I hold it in my fingertips and turn it three times?"

"Is this—"

"The Resurrection Stone." Nelson raised three fingers, but the one without the ring was the only one, "You missed it three times, and now I doubt that there is a pile of scrap metal in your treasury. "

"Snapped!"

A piece of broken brick fell from the top of their heads and hit the middle of the two of them. They raised their heads at the same time, and their faces covered with dust and blood shrank back suddenly. Borgin Burke moved very quickly and stretched out his wand, but The moment the spell was uttered, the Disarming Curse hit his wrist, and the wand swirled out, falling into Moody's hand not far behind.

"My nephew is a bit edgy," Nelson shrugged, "and you don't want to score twice, kill the people who heard the news, and then get a group of mobs to sneak up on me, right?"