My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is your Dean still Professor Slughorn?"

The tram driven by magic was very fast, and it took Nelson and Newt to the foot of the small hill outside Nurmengard in a short while. Nelson took the lead and jumped off the tram, and Newt, who was talking about school life, followed closely He stepped out of the carriage and asked about the recent situation of Hogwarts. Just as he stood still, the tram closed the door and started on its own, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Ahem, yes." Nelson covered his mouth and nose, and replied, "When you were studying at Hogwarts, was he the Head of Slytherin?"

"Yes, Professor Slughorn seems to be the same batch of Hogwarts graduates as Professor Dumbledore. He was so young when I went to school that I saw him in a potions magazine last year. I once suspected that I had identified the wrong person.” Newt’s eyes narrowed, showing a look of reminiscence, as if he was completely buried in the enjoyment brought to him by the memory, “At that time, I had a good friend who liked it as much as I did. Fantastic Beasts, she does little experiments, and we sometimes go to Slughorn's potion room to 'borrow' potions that we can't get at..."

"Is that why you dropped out of Hogwarts?" Nelson asked curiously, "Is it because you were caught by Professor Slughorn for borrowing potions?"

"Hahaha, I was indeed caught by him," Newt said with a smile, his pale cheeks slightly flushed, "but after being caught, Professor Slughorn did not punish us, but helped us He prepared some more suitable potions... I have to say that his attainments in potion science are really high."

"He has always been tolerant of students." Nelson recalled the experience of the previous night tour, "Tom, my good friend, do you remember? Last time I stayed with me in the hideout, and we had dinner together .”

"I remember him, that handsome guy." Newt seemed to recall something, and stretched his hand to his ribs, rubbing gently, "My good guy, I'm very impressed by his impediment spell."

"Hahaha, he's very powerful." Nelson lightly punched Newt in the ribs, laughing happily, "He's just like that, he's very decisive against possible dangers, but if you get to know him well, you'll find out, He's a really nice guy."

"I can tell, Nelson, you're a good boy," Newt grabbed Nelson's wrist, eyes narrowed into two slits, and rubbed his hair vigorously with the other hand, "Your friend must be too." Good boy."

"How do you know I'm a 'good boy'?" Nelson didn't want to mess up his hairstyle, he tried hard to break free, and after some struggles, he stuck his neck helplessly and asked under Newt's hands, "Nothing is good Children would leave school."

"You know Zou Wu, that's enough." Newt's hand was stronger, "People who like magical animals must not be bad people."

"That's not necessarily true." Nelson shrugged, "Grindelwald also kept a Voldebat."

"Nelson, I have to tell you that although I have a different position from him, I understand that he has his own reasons for doing those things." Newt took his hand away from Nelson's head, his expression became serious, he squinted his eyes and looked at Newmont Gad’s most central tower, said, “However, even if his starting point may be good, even if his purpose is just, but since he has done too many bad things for this, then this matter is very serious. It’s hard to call it good.”

"I understand, Senior Newt." Nelson nodded and changed the subject, "Let's continue talking about Professor Slughorn. Back then, Tom organized almost all the first-year students in our college to go on a night tour. The next day After being discovered, Professor Slughorn only fined him two years of confinement, and once a week he went to his office to help and do some light work."

"He must like your friend very much." Newt nodded, "Professor Slughorn is impeccable in teaching, but sometimes he always likes to teach some students he likes. Those students in the school ended up doing pretty well."

"Anyway, he doesn't like me." Nelson shrugged and said indifferently, "Anyway, I really don't understand potions. I always feel that as long as the process and measurement are the same, the potions produced must be the same, but—"

"You are very similar to a friend of mine. He has always maintained that Potions is not a subject that requires magical talent. He always said that this kind of work should be taught to Muggles in factories."

"Really? There is such insight?" Nelson asked with interest, "Did he prove his point later?"

"It proves that he has been practicing his theory," Newt looked at Nelson with a strange look, and said slowly, "He blew up the cauldron due to an operation error in the Potions O.W.L.s examination room. , and then got a 'T', so that I couldn't attend the follow-up N.E.W.T. courses, and missed the Auror job I wanted."

"Oh..." Nelson said dryly, "Senior Newt, you must be good at Potions? Otherwise, Professor Slughorn wouldn't have given you such preferential treatment."

"No, I'm not good at Potions," Newt shook his head. "He let me go mainly because of my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Yes, he was a war hero in World War I. After the war, he went to the Ministry of Magic to become an Auror." Newt said with some pride, "Professor Slughorn... well, I can't say that, but—"

"He always pays more attention to those students with more prominent backgrounds, or they have one or more famous relatives. Of course, your fighting hero brother is also among them," Nelson helped him finish the difficult words, and then asked , "You just said that your brother was a battle hero in the First World War? If I understand correctly, the First World War should be about the Muggle War, right? But the Secrecy Act..."

"That's right, it was the Great War." Newt nodded, "As for the Act of Secrecy, even though Archer Evermond made a law to prohibit wizards from participating in the Muggle War, those who are interested in this will not buy his account , thousands of wizards participated in the war to defend their country."

"Oh." Nelson nodded and continued to ask, "Is your good friend..."

"She's my brother's fiancée." Newt tilted his head so that Nelson couldn't see his expression clearly, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.

The two walked side by side along the path to the cemetery on the top of the mountain. The atmosphere fell into silence and embarrassment for a moment. When Nelson could see the wrought iron gate of the cemetery, Newt suddenly said:

"Forget about business, Nelson," he shyly raised his arm and scratched the back of his head, his tone returned to the most common shy tone, "apparition is actually not difficult, as long as you can concentrate, It is easy to succeed, how is your usual attention?"

"Should be all right?" Nelson replied, "I have enjoyed Professor Binns' History of Magic."

"Then there's no problem." Newt was taken aback by the answer, and quickly twisted his neck to look at Nelson, "In that case, let me briefly explain the principle of apparation for you: you need to concentrate Think of the target location, then fill your brain with a strong thought of going to the target location, and use your thoughts to guide your magic-in fact, Grindelwald is the master of apparation, Although this magic is cast in the same way, he can always play well."

Nelson closed his eyes.

"Wait, don't worry, I haven't finished yet." Seeing that Nelson was about to try, Newt said hastily, "It is very dangerous to try apparation rashly, and it is easy to cause splits-only transfer away Part of your body, you sure don't want to suffer that kind of torture."

"I remember when I was learning apparation, the teacher said that the most important thing about apparition is to follow the '3D principles', namely destination (Destination), determination (Determination) and calm (Deliberation)."

Newt took a big step forward, stood in front of Nelson and pointed to the gate of the cemetery, his eyes fixed on it.

"The first step is to focus on your target, such as the open space in front of the iron gate, without distracting thoughts."

He drew his wand, held it in his hand, and continued:

"The second step is to imagine yourself moving in the direction of the goal, so that only the thought of 'I want to go there' is left in your mind, and let this thought spread from your brain and fill your whole body."

He closed his eyes, tapped his right foot, and turned around in a circle.

"The last step is to turn around in place, feel your body slowly becoming nothingness, and use magic to pull your movement—"

As soon as the words fell, Newt disappeared in front of Nelson. Nelson blinked and saw Newt in front of the gate waving to him from a distance. The next moment, he appeared in front of him again.

"Try?" Newt patted him on the shoulder, encouraging with a smile.

Nelson didn't speak, just nodded, looked nervously in the direction of the door, then pulled out his wand, imitating Newt's movement, and turned on the spot.

But the feeling of darkness and oppression did not appear when the entourage appeared. Nelson only felt that he had not turned enough, turned around again, but there was still no change, he turned around again, turned around... Finally, a kind of A sense of dizziness that he had never experienced before hit his forehead. Nelson only felt that his body had lost gravity and his soul was floating in the void.

The darkness hit his eyes, Nelson stabilized his body, opened his chapped lips and asked:

"I didn't drop a finger or anything like that?"

"Uh..." After a while, Newt's voice came from his ear. It turned out that Apparition followed! Nelson thought happily, while listening to Newt's reassuring voice, "Don't worry, Nelson, you haven't experienced a 'split' phenomenon."

"Great!" Nelson was so intoxicated with the joy of success that he was a genius!

"Nal...Nelson, I...I suggest you open your eyes slowly, it will make you sick if you turn around a lot."

"It's okay, Senior Newt!" Nelson straightened up on his knees, closed his eyes and gave a thumbs up, and smiled at him with his white teeth bared, "I'm not afraid of fainting!"

"I mean...Nelson, you'd better open your eyes." Newt's voice was a little embarrassed. "You didn't Apparate, you just circled around a lot."

"?" Nelson couldn't find the unruly hair on the top of his head. The feeling of not being able to make a sign made his throat tighten. He tried his best to open his eyes, and he saw the giant standing proudly in the cold wind in the distance. At the iron gate, a sense of discomfort caused by dizziness suddenly hit him. Nelson's eyes went dark, and he sat down on the ground.

Newt covered his face, and the look of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh made Nelson even more uncomfortable. He stretched out his wand and comforted, "Actually, it's normal for this to happen for the first time, and you have to I know that in the future, when your classmates learn Apparation, everyone will be watching when such an embarrassing thing happens, but you are different, you are only with me now, and I will definitely not tell others."

Newt is not a person who is good at comforting others. He watched Nelson's face turn from red to black and then gradually green, swallowed, and said in a low voice, "I'll go over there to see, maybe this is not a one-time event. Completely failed apparition, maybe you sent something over there."

Nelson sat weakly on the ground, lowered his head and took his wand to draw circles on the ground in the opposite direction of his own rotation, trying to ease the discomfort caused by the rotation.

He circled up and down until Newt Apparated back to him, just in time to hear his thoughts: "I'm ashamed to see people... Now that I'm socially dead, bury him in my parents next to it."

"Calm down, Nelson." Newt stammered to persuade, he felt the temperature around him dropped by two degrees, so he quickly raised the treasure in his hand, and said to Nelson as if offering a treasure, "I guessed right, you That really wasn't an apparition that failed completely!"

"What?" Nelson raised his head, and the blood slowly returned to his green face. He slowly turned his neck and looked at Newt's hand. He saw that in Newt's hand, there was a golden——

question mark.

...

"..."

"..."

Looking at each other, Nelson snatched back the obtrusive question mark at the moment when Newt was stunned, turned it back into his hair and hid it on the top of his head, pointing to the sky and shouting:

"Look, Grindelwald is flying in the sky!"

While Newt was looking up at the sky, Nelson picked up his wand and pointed it at the top of his head, saying softly, "Back to the original."

When Newt turned around, Nelson had already pretended that nothing had happened, and continued to stare at the iron gate of the cemetery in circles.

"Are you practicing Apparation here, Nelson?" A magnetic male voice came, and Nelson and Newt turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice at the same time.

"I have to say, your perception is very keen, you can see me flying so high."

Gellert Grindelwald was standing across from Nelson and Newt holding a black and brown broomstick.