My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Rizzy lad."

Nicole Flamel rubbed the arm that was dislocated by Tom, gently broke it, and then put the arm back. Marguerite was stunned beside him. He rubbed the girl's head and said with a smile, " Why all the fuss, I still remember when your mother sent you to my house for the first time, you dislocated my jaw with a head hammer because you hated potion bitterness."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flamel," Margaret frowned, staring at Tom's back as he fled. "You know...Mr. Riddle, what's wrong with him?"

("Haha, it looks like our young man is a bit shy," Professor Slughorn's hearty laughter came from the crowd. Tom's escape caused a lot of commotion in the crowd. He calmed the crowd and re-mobilized In the midst of praises from "Principal Slughorn", he picked up a little blond girl, held her hand and cut the first piece of cake, "To our victory, let's all cheer!" )

"I don't think he's been brain-damaged by the Horcrux's curse. He's healthier than most people I've seen."

Nicole Flamel narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He shook his neck. The familiar robe brought him a very different sense of discomfort. "I don't remember when I worked with Horace."

"What? Fire dragon blood?"

Margaret's doubts were overwhelmed by the cheers of the mountains and tsunami. She stared blankly at the back of Tom who pushed open the door of the banquet hall and rushed out. It brought her a similar feeling. He was like an audience member who broke into the theater, wearing inappropriate clothes, which were out of place with those exaggerated sets.

Tom pushed open the door, the blinding light made him unable to keep his eyes open, the streets of London were bustling with huge posters of magic goods hanging everywhere, the star faces of those wizards or Muggles bared their white teeth on every poster , Muggle children in public school uniforms were loudly showing off their collection of chocolate frog pictures with their companions. A chocolate frog that was thrown away after tearing open the package jumped into the sewer, and he felt the ground under his feet. Constant tremors, whether from the hurried footsteps of passers-by on the street, or the parade of wasted chocolate frogs in the sewers.

He turned his head, and saw that the gilded signboard of the Leaky Cauldron was extravagant, a wand and a hammer were crossed and hung high on the top of the store name, and there was a line of small words underneath - "Entrance to Diagon Alley, one shilling fee", Tom Looking around in a daze, Muggles are stepping on self-propelled crawlers on the sidewalk to go to life. In the deli and bakery on the street, the stoves and ovens driven by magic are cooking food, and the famous wizard singer "Big Brother" is heard on the radio. "Singing Bob Bowie, he felt dizzy, nearly tripped over a fire hydrant on the side of the road, and fell into a clothing store on the side of the street. He got up, opened his big mouth on the zero scale, and shouted his size into the shop. A tailor with a cockscomb hair came out of the shop quickly, and scissors fluttered around him, like a group of people of different sizes. Butterfly, she glanced at Tom's figure and hair color, clapped her hands, the clip in her pocket flew out, and pulled out a dark green roll from the fabric in the store.

"Oh... my dear, it's time for you to catch up with a batch of top-quality oriental silk today, you should... oh my god! You are Tom Riddle!" The shopkeeper rushed to Tom and held him His face was full of excitement and honor. Until then, Tom realized that this was a Muggle, and those tools with the emblem of the Black family engraved on them were products produced in their factory, "We My hero...I didn’t expect you to be more handsome than the posters, don’t worry, I will use the best craftsmanship and fabrics to cut you clothes that are absolutely worthy of you, a full set, free of charge!”

"Well……"

Tom raised his hand, instinctively wanting to refuse, but was "hijacked" by the tape measure in front of the mirror in the shop. The shop owner was on the phone, turning the digital roulette at such a fast speed that almost sparks came out.

"Parma! I want your jewel buttons, now, come on Floo, what are you talking about? Wake up you idiot, Tom Riddle is coming to our house to make clothes!"

"Liu, call your wife, I need your help, oh yes yes, big shot, absolutely big shot, big shot you can't even imagine!"

"..."

"Your floppy hat is very old-fashioned, and it suits you very well."

The tailoring was faster than apparition, and Tom felt himself being pushed around, and in a short while, he was pushed onto the sidewalk. The luxurious dark green velvet suit was lined with blue silk, next to the blue gemstones. Buttoning a golden collar pin, the neat and decent version is like a nobleman living a luxurious life. The owner and his friends walked behind him and put on a flamboyant black flamingo like an African chief. Coats, loud cheers: "Tom Riddle has chosen our tailor!"

His shout attracted the attention of people on the street, and more and more people gathered around, paying attention to Tom, the sun was so dazzling that it almost blinded his eyes, a camera was raised high, and Tom recognized He opened his mouth and was about to stop the person holding the camera when the flash went off.

"Snapped!"

Curls of smoke rose from the magnesium powder, and Tom's eyes went blank. When he opened his eyes, the huge posters on the street had changed their appearance. Time for new content --

"The end of the war, the eradication of hidden dangers, the Muggle-born wizard hero-Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Because no one took photos at that time, this scene destined to be recorded in history was drawn by the most professional painters. On the oil painting, it was Tom crushing Mao's heart at high altitude, and Hai Erbo disappeared under the attack of the wizarding Muggle allied forces scene.

Tom just thought it was absurd. His eyes swept over every corner of the street, and the praise and cheers seemed inaudible through a layer of frosted glass. Traces of magic were everywhere. Isn't this world the perfect world he expected?

He took a step forward, ignoring the tears stimulated by the strong light, and squeezed in front of the camera holder. A familiar French face appeared in his eyes. Tom grabbed the man's wrist holding the camera and asked sharply road:

"Who are you? Where's the penguin?!"

The man's hand hurt from being clenched, but he didn't mind at all. Instead, he continued to take pictures of Tom and explained: "Mr. Riddle, I am a reporter for the art section of the Paris Daily News. You may have forgotten that a few years ago I took a photo of you in front of the Napoleon statue at the entrance of the Paris Opera House, when you still called yourself Gellert Grindelwald, and the title of the photo was "Finding Pythia"..."

"Where's the penguin?!"

"Sorry, I don't know what penguins are..."

"Where did you get your camera?"

"Bought it from a thrift store two days ago," the reporter replied quickly. "This is the first photo she took."

A photo was slowly spit out from the top of the camera. Under the amazement of the reporter "why is it still a Polaroid", Tom took the photo into his hands and held it tightly.

"Where's Gnar?!"

"What... what?"

"It's the guy I took that damn 'Finding Pythia' with me," Tom pursued. "The guy who calls himself Albus Dumbledore, didn't you interview him?"

"Apusu Templedo? And who is...?"

Tom couldn't bear such a fool anymore, he snatched the camera away, black smoke rose from his feet, and shot out like a cannonball.

Behind him was Professor Slughorn who had finally squeezed through the crowd. He grabbed a handful of Galleons from his pocket and stuffed them into the reporter's arms. He clasped his hands together and apologized: "Sorry sir, Tom Lost too many friends in that battle, he was too young to accept such a tragedy."

"It's okay...it's okay...oh? You are Principal Slughorn?! Can you accept an interview with our Parisian newspaper?"

"Of course, but before that, you can come to our celebration dinner. The cake is delicious," Professor Slughorn said loudly, looking around. Send everyone's cake to everyone's hands, let's celebrate the victory together!"

Tom hovered in the air, looked at Professor Slughorn whose feet had turned into black dots like ants, and opened his hands. In the photo taken by the reporter, a smiling figure of a blond young man slowly opened his eyes. Panicked, he appeared beside him, his eyes were full of ridicule, as if he was joking about that chieftain-like flamingo robe.

A shout that was the same as the celebratory sound of the Leaky Cauldron broke out from under his feet, and even more violent. He felt his eardrums vibrate, waved his wand, and quickly escaped from this London that he felt extremely divided.

The landforms of England unfolded in front of him. He saw the Hogwarts Express railway track starting from King's Cross Station, saw large tracts of farmland being tended by enchanted scarecrows, and saw magic factories popping up in the outskirts of London. The billowing thick smoke, saw the entrance of the sewer in the suburbs, the traces of the giant snake crawling had long since disappeared, and all the places where there were people were jubilant, he couldn't bear it, and continued to go away, the lavender hidden in the grassland soon disappeared. Floating in his eyes, he saw the Scottish Highlands full of heather. On a hill in front of him, there was a dilapidated small church. The dusty stained glass was like a restrained pearl under the sunlight. The church was surrounded by A small village is far away from the Highland Hero Village, which has long since been deserted.

There was no loud cheer in this deserted wilderness, Tom roared, venting his anger, victory? Judging from the results, it was a complete victory, but he felt that he had lost a complete defeat.

"What is this? What is this?! What is this?"

He questioned the wilderness, but the only response to him was the wind.

"ah?!"

Tom waved his wand, and a spear-like black arc of light shot out from the tip of the wand, shooting straight towards the hill at the foot of the church. Bottomless holes slowly emerged under the bombardment of the spell, and the hollowed out hills trembled and collapsed. With a flick of his wrist, solid ice created out of thin air filled the gap. Tom was furious impotently, destroying the uninhabited land over and over again. of hills, reborn in different ways over and over again.

The reshaping of the hill is like clay at his fingertips, but what's the use of venting his anger at the hill over and over again?

He lowered his head helplessly, and his figure flickered on the steps in front of the church, and sat down.

"Riddle, when did you...become so powerful?"

A hoarse male voice sounded behind Tom, he turned his head suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and his wand pointed straight at the uninvited guest who came behind him at some point.

The visitor was wearing a crumpled black windbreaker, the originally stiff collar was piled on his shoulders limply, and his silver hair, which was carefully groomed on weekdays, was messy at the moment, like a bird's nest that had just gone through a siege battle. The pendant of the weapon was hanging on his cuff, and a pair of strange-colored eyes were bloodshot.

"Grindelwald."

Tom narrowed his eyes, and his wand was firmly locked on Grindelwald's throat, "When did you come?"

"I've been here all along, you just didn't see it."

Grindelwald took a step forward, the tip of Tom's wand closely followed his throat, he smiled, spread his hand, and threw a black wand full of knots on the ground at Tom's feet, without any regard for the image sat next to Tom.

"The Elder Wand?" Tom narrowed his eyes and put down his wand. "What are you doing here? Grindelwald."

"I'm here to see a friend, her name is Isabel Rose," Grindelwald stretched his arms, picked up the old wand that had been thrown on the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and fiddled with the knots of the wand, said, "You You probably don't know her."

"Minerva's mother?"

"Oh? It looks like you know a lot of people," Grindelwald looked into Tom's eyes, his tired face was full of oldness, as if in just a few days, he had accelerated through decades , "Yes, she has an excellent daughter, Minerva McGonagall."

"If you're not going to celebrate with them, what are you doing here?"

"The careerist in Nurmengard is not suitable for that kind of place, Riddle," Grindelwald tilted his head, staring into Tom's eyes, "I'm here to confirm some things that seem to have happened and didn't happen, Isabelle Rose had a unique history, so I know she's secretly doing something crazy, but her secrets don't seem to be caught, but... who the hell ended her sins? Is it you? Riddle .”

Tom raised his head and looked into Grindelwald's eyes seriously for the first time. In those tired and dry eyes, he saw the same trouble as himself.

"Grindelwald, I remember, when you broke away from Hai Erbo's memory, you shouted a word."

"Hahaha! Albus, I'm still one step ahead of you!"

Grindelwald spread his hands and restored that moment with a forced smile.

"Do you remember Dumbledore?"

"..."

"At the celebration banquet, everyone called Professor Slughorn the headmaster, but I clearly remember that the headmaster of Hogwarts should be Albus Dumbledore," Tom whispered, raising his hand, Looking at his palm, "I feel like I might be crazy, but why do I have such powerful power? When did I become so powerful? I am incompatible with everything here, but my memory is so clear , you may not understand what I'm talking about, forget it...Grindelwald, you go to the celebration banquet, that cake smells good, even if you are the leader of the dark wizard, you are still qualified to celebrate, aren't you? "

"I--"

Grindelwald spoke weakly, and just as Tom was about to get up and leave, he punched the steps. The pitted stone steps caused his joints to be scratched, bleeding profusely, and his hoarse voice nearly knocked Tom down. roar.

"Who is the headmaster of Hogwarts... How could I forget? How could I forget! Tom Riddle, you...you tell me, how could I forget!"