My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Which schoolgirl?" Nelson followed Tom's gaze. At the edge of the forest, Miranda Goshack, the former head of the Hogwarts Student Council, was circling back and forth with a booklet in her hand.

She was wearing a gray wizard robe without any decorations or embellishments, and the yellowed cuffs were frayed, looking extremely depressed.

But even though she was wearing old clothes, she did not lose her demeanor at all. She wore a pair of plain round eyes, and simply tied her long black hair into a high ponytail, revealing her snow-white, slender neck, like a proud swan.

"Why does she look so...depressed?" Tom scratched his head, not knowing whether he should get closer. They didn't know Miranda very well. The president of the student union here couldn't have fallen into this situation, "Did she become an Auror after graduation? Could she be performing some secret mission?"

"Let's go say hello." Nelson left the sound of the sentence echoing in the air behind him, and walked towards Miranda.

"Senior, how are you? Are you here to attend the trial?" Nelson approached Miranda and spoke three meters away from her. He secretly glanced at the booklet in Miranda's hand. The title of the book was "The Ancient Spirit Court Borrowing Instructions".

"Oh... yes, hello!" Miranda turned around, her eyes were erratic, and she hurriedly hid the booklet in her pocket, then she raised her head and looked at the two familiar faces in front of her. The blond boy in front, an impressive freshman, "Who are you? . . . Nelson Williams and Tom Riddle?"

Looking at Miranda, who hardly looked like an outstanding student at Hogwarts, and thinking about the loan booklet she was holding just now, Nelson knew that she must have fallen into an unspeakable financial crisis.

"Yes, senior, I just happened to meet you here." Tom gave a standard wizard salute, Miranda was the best young wizard he had ever seen, and deserved such a courtesy, but he couldn't bring himself to mention it. Which pot, asked happily, "Where will you go after graduation?"

"Ah..." Miranda's eyes began to wander again, "I haven't found a job yet, how about you? Did you learn anything new at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, we have a few extra classes this year," Tom replied, glancing at Nelson again. "As for him, he's suspended."

"This is not a good choice." Miranda's wandering spirit has returned, she has sorted out her emotions, and now she looks very much like Professor Sykes who is searching for Alphard's homework, and said righteously, "Equality The opportunity to get an education is priceless."

"I understand." Nelson nodded and said yes, "I haven't given up on studying now, and I am also self-studying the course content when I go out. Although no one teaches me to take some detours, I can still understand a lot of knowledge."

"You can do it now, but you won't be able to do it later." Miranda frowned, took out a booklet from her pocket, and handed it to Nelson, "This is the Charms Lesson I wrote..."

Suddenly, she clasped the booklet into Nelson's hand, clasped the back of his hand with her nails, and stretched out her hand to firmly grasp Tom's arm. Nelson was about to cry out in pain, and a sense of oppression that blocked the five senses surged... It was a phantom Apparate.

When Nelson got out of the suffocation, he found himself standing on the edge of the fireplace that had been drilled out of the fireplace. He supported Tom, who was clutching his stomach and retching, and patted his back. He saw a glowing silver-white eagle approaching Standing on the branch next to them and looking at himself, he found that Nelson was relieved. The eagle nodded and opened its sharp beak. Net left directly."

Nelson couldn't figure it out. When he was confused, he heard a thunderous explosion in his ears. He turned his head to look at the Colosseum-like building, and found that the forest to the east of the building had already ignited. It seemed that the explosion had just happened, but Miranda ran in time, before they could find anything unusual, and the sound of the explosion only came now.

"I'm going to rescue the wounded. If you have anything, you can write to me." The silver-white eagle took a deep look at Nelson, and continued the words that were just interrupted, "This is the Charms textbook written by myself. , if you believe me, you can practice on your own, and be careful not to copy or transcribe this book."

After finishing speaking, it exploded with a "bang", and the crystal silver-white glow enveloped the whole tree.

"What happened? Is this apparition?" Tom stood up, clutching his stomach. "Honestly, I really feel sick this time."

"I don't know, there seems to be a fight over there." Nelson found a protruding boulder on the edge of the cliff, stepped on it, and looked towards the direction of the Colosseum. Now not only the east side, but the entire forest around the building is ablaze. The flames scorched its white outer wall, and soon it had turned charcoal black.

"Hiss..." Tom climbed up and put his hand between his brows to block the sun, "What's wrong, did Grindelwald really come to kill Dumbledore?"

"It doesn't look like it." Nelson frowned. The audience seemed to be divided into two sides around the building, and they were writing travel notes around it. The forest of kilometers was quickly razed to the ground. "There are only a dozen people from Nurmengard, and they still came to watch the fun."

"Do you really think of yourself as a Grindelwald?" Tom curled his lips in disdain. "How could such a powerful dark wizard tell you his plan."

"It's not impossible." Nelson pondered. He felt a little hot on his waist, and reached out from his pocket to take out the pendant Zweig gave him. At this moment, it was emitting a faint red light.

"Huh? Why are you here?" Zweig suddenly appeared next to Nelson, dragging a large group of people. Barry sat down on the ground without hesitation and yelled, "Dumbledore is too insidious. How dare you send someone to kill you?" Luckily, there was no one from Nurmengard, otherwise the entire army would be wiped out this time!"

"Give it to me." Zweig left the wizard at hand, let them rest in place, walked quickly to Nelson, and stretched out his hand. Nelson handed him the pendant. He wiped it carefully and put it on again. Hanging around the neck, explained, "It can locate the bearer's position and guide apparition. It is a life-saving good thing."

Barry was still sitting on the ground yelling and cursing, while feeling grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"The problem is, if it's not your people..." Nelson walked to him and knelt down, looked at the Colosseum where the bright lights and explosions were intertwined with confusion, and asked, "Then who is fighting there?"

"It's not ours anyway." The old wizard Andre also squatted beside him, laughing while pawing the turf, "It seems that some people don't want Dumbledore to live longer. It's interesting, it's so interesting!"

"What's an interesting idea?"

"People in the world say that we are afraid of Dumbledore's power, that's why we don't dare to touch Britain." He laughed "Ji Jie Jie Jie Jie", I really don't know how carbon-based animals can make such a sound, "Although the fact is not So, but Dumbledore is indeed the hardest bone for us to crack in the future, but now, wizards other than us want to help us get rid of their patron saint, which is really interesting."

"Could it be that Grindelwald sent someone, but you don't know?" Nelson threw out Tom's previous idea.

"It's possible at other times, we won't figure out Lord Grindelwald's plan." Andre shook his head firmly.

"Why?" Nelson asked. "Do they have a more important mission than taking out one of their most difficult enemies?"

"This..." Andre turned his head and looked at Zweig standing behind him. He was watching the battle situation in the distance while listening to the conversation between the two. When he found Andre looking at him, he nodded gently. nod.

"This gentleman." Andre moved his buttocks to get closer to Tom, "I understand that you are Mr. Wertning's friend, but we may have to talk about some secrets, if you don't want to..."

"Okay, close your ears and listen." Before he finished speaking, Tom picked up his wand and pointed it at his feet, and then continued to observe the battle with his legs crossed.

"What a spell!" Andre clapped his hands in praise, waving his thumb in front of Tom's eyes for fear that Tom wouldn't hear him, then turned to Nelson and said, "I thought you had already discovered it?"

"Find what? Did you find out that you're going to assassinate Dumbledore on September 16?"

"It's 'we'," Andre corrected with a smile, "If you don't know, but you can still use that transformation, then you are even more powerful."

"What transfiguration?" Nelson tilted his head and stared at Andre's scarred face, and suddenly remembered, "Is it the fog on the cruise ship? You said it was Transfiguration, do you know what it is?"

"That's the Fog of Lost, Mr. Wertling, what an enviable talent." Andre smacked his lips, "Nurmongard is actually a prison, a prison maintained by the spirit of all the wizards in the city. It prevents the mist from escaping from the edge of the misty illusion—this is why Nurmengard's daily working hours are only seven hours, the wizards here need more time to rest, and, on each new moon, use The magic remains locked."

Nelson suddenly realized that it was no wonder that his energy improved a lot after he came out. Nurmengard was always unable to cheer up in those few days, and he even thought that Grindelwald had poisoned him.

"Prison? What is it locked?" Nelson continued to ask, "What is the fog of confusion? What is the illusion of confusion?"

"Do you really know nothing?" Seeing that Nelson's confusion did not seem to be fake, the envy on Andre's face became even worse. He lowered his head and showed a horrible expression in a wicked way, "I don't know you Have you ever heard of the most evil dark wizard ever, the despicable Haierbo?"