My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Sitting up from the recliner, Nelson picked up his backpack, pushed open the door and left the lounge, walked through the long, damp hallway like a dungeon, and walked to the corridor connecting the tower. The corridor was empty in the middle of the night, and the neat long-burning lamps on the bluestone bricks on both sides could be seen flickering cheerfully, as if there was a breeze blowing in the corridor at the moment.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with paintings. Judging from the painting style and degree of old and new, the paintings here seem to span the development of human civilization. The contents of the paintings are almost all outstanding graduates of Slytherin over the years. Peaceful, looking straight at the passers-by outside the painting.

"Boom——" the entire corridor suddenly brightened like daytime, followed by thunder, the sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, and occasionally lightning flashed, reflecting the entire sky into red, and the quiet castle inside The scenes are very different, and there is a feeling that the rain is about to come.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and a pale face flashed at the end of the corridor. Nelson had never seen such a battle before, "I knew I would go with Tom." He put his hands in the sleeves of his school uniform robes, tightly Gripping his wand tightly, although he knew almost nothing about powerful spells outside of first-year books, the mere act of grasping seemed to bring him a certainty and peace of mind that was enough to ease his mood.

"Boom—" There was lightning and thunder again. He had already passed through half of this corridor, and he took a closer look, "It turned out to be the armor in the corridor," Nelson said in his heart, "I really scared myself..."

"Sir McLaggan, is there someone guarding the Ravenclaw tower today?" In order to relieve the anxiety in his heart, Nelson couldn't help asking about the most talked-about painting on weekdays. This medieval knight is narcissistic and smelly. Fart, but if the language is respectful, he is also willing to help the students here to solve their urgent needs.

"..."

"Sir MacLagan?" Nelson turned his head to look at Sir MacLagan's photo frame, and suddenly saw a shocking scar across the canvas. The owner of the painting fell into a pool of blood in the painting, life or death unknown...

"Hiss——" Nelson gasped, and suddenly realized the inconsistency: all the paintings in Hogwarts are magical, and whenever students pass by, they will do their own things, and even open their mouths Pick up a conversation, but today's corridor is too quiet, so quiet that he even feels a little creepy. He turned around to take a peek, and found an even more scalp-numbing scene—all the portraits were looking straight ahead, and they all glanced in his direction from the corner of their eyes, as if they were real photos.

He buried his head and walked forward quickly, firmly thinking in his heart the truth of "pretending not to see is equal to not happening", and walked towards the brightly lit Ravenclaw tower. At the end of the corridor is a portrait that is as tall as a person. In the portrait, the silver-haired girl is holding a silver metal box like a Rubik's cube. Wisps of vigorous flames float from the joints of the box's shell, illuminating the end of the corridor brightly.

Finally saw a moving picture!

Nelson greeted her with a bright smile as if he had found a relative, and walked towards the stairs on the left. Seeing his movement, the girl looked at him in surprise, and raised the box in her hand to the right, illuminating the stairs even more Bright.

Nelson hurried upstairs without looking back.

Climbing up a few flights of stairs, feeling the warmth from the orange candles around him, looking at a huge wooden board with a smooth metal door knocker on the wall and a few students thinking hard under the door knocker, Nelson stood at the stairs and looked around, pulling Light shone through the crack in the door of Headmaster Wenclaw's room. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his wand against the wall.

"What's the difference between zero and one?" Hearing the question posed by the door knocker, Nelson carried his bag and continued to climb the Internet, arriving at the top of the Ravenclaw tower, which is the Hogwarts owl room.

The thunder and lightning tonight became even more violent, hitting the most magnificent building in this canyon like a group of giant dragons. Nelson's eyes suddenly went blank, and then he heard a moment of earth-shattering thunder and the shrill birdsong mixed with the thunder, and then he couldn't see or hear anything—the lightning struck the towering building. tower. He felt his body trembling uncontrollably, the floor under his feet was also trembling, and he was a little unstable. He was not directly hit by the lightning, but the aftermath of the bombardment made such a huge tower tremble, naturally. The power is really amazing, even in the world of magic, it is difficult for most human beings to challenge.

He put his hands in his pockets, holding only his wand, carrying the bag, and stood there quietly.

After a while, Nelson regained his eyesight and hearing. He ignored the buzzing from his ears and looked around the owl room. Almost all the owls were shivering in their cages, and some even lay flat.

"I don't know if you and Thunderbird are relatives." Nelson picked up one lying under his feet and put it on the shelf next to him, "It's also a bird of prey, but it can call out the thunder like it was just now. It's so tall that I don't know where it is. .”

From a flock of dispirited owls, I managed to find a spirit head that was okay, rolled up the letter to Uncle Jonas and stuffed it into the letter bag on its feet, "Please deliver this letter for me when the weather is fine." " Nelson took out a small tomato and fed it, patted its wings, picked up the bag and went downstairs.

"What's the difference between zero and one?" The door knocker was still repeating the previous question, and more Ravenclaws gathered at the door.

"Maybe they are attacking and defending?" He walked past the door knocker, turned his head to say something, but didn't stop on his feet.

"Squeak—" The wooden board under the door knocker rotated away, and the door opened.

"Hiss—this door is very clear." Nelson took a breath, unconsciously sped up his feet, put his bag on his back, and walked towards the Ravenclaw dean's room.

"Gyo Kunda! Your behavior is reckless—" Nelson raised his hand to knock on the door, but the door was not locked, it was just concealed, and with the force of knocking on the door, it opened quietly. The Head of Ravenclaw was burning in his office by the fireplace.

She didn't have the sternness and demeanor she used to have in the classroom. Instead, she looked like a parent who was frustrated by an adolescent child. There was a warm flame dancing in the fireplace. A woman's head with dreadlocks saw Nelson, and she raised her eyebrows. He watched with great interest the uninvited guest who broke into the dean's room.

The dean, who noticed the woman's eyes, turned around and looked at Nelson who opened the door with a gloomy expression. She said nothing and remained motionless.

"I'm sorry, Professor Sykes!" Nelson felt the heat from the flames in the fireplace puffing on his face, as if he had applied an ice pack to his bone-chilling cold. He took a step back and closed the door.

Knowing that he had made a big mistake, Nelson was pacing anxiously at the door. A Ravenclaw student who had just come out of the lounge asked him from a distance, "Nelson, do you know why zero and one are one offense and one defense? "Since the second period, Ravenclaw's transfiguration class has been taken with Slytherin. They used to be divided into a group to turn each other's collar buttons into wooden ones. He is also called Dwight, and Nelson's roommate with the same name.

"I don't know, Dwight, I just said it casually." Nelson responded anxiously. It was difficult for him to face that question, and it was even more difficult to face Professor Sykes who was waiting. He continued to pace the corridor at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge, and met Myrtle who had just climbed the stairs, and the two met face to face. It has been a month since school started, and Myrtle's behavior is still weird, she always Walking around Nelson, seeing Nelson in her tower at the moment, she turned around and ran downstairs with a "woo"...

"Mytel! We need to talk!" Nelson yelled after her. "I'm sorry about that, but—"

"Mr. Williams, what do you want to do to my students."

Nelson turned around and saw Professor Sykes' unfriendly face.

...

"Williams, what are you doing in the Ravenclaw Tower?" Nelson followed Professor Sykes back to her office disheartened, looking at Professor Sykes who was already sitting behind the desk, he thoughtfully helped On the door of the office.

"Sorry, Professor, just now—"

"That's just an application of Floo powder. I was just asking what you're here for, Mr. Williams." Professor Sykes interrupted Nelson, who didn't seem to want to talk about the topic just now.

"Professor, I came to the owl room to find a Hogwarts owl to send a letter. I don't have an owl of my own." Nelson quickly explained, "When I came from Slytherin, I found that Sir McLaggan—— A painting was scratched, and Sir McLaggen in the painting also looked injured. I thought something might have happened, so I came to tell you, and when I knocked on the door—”

"Okay, I see." Professor Sykes interrupted Nelson's speech again. It seemed that she really didn't want to talk about opening the door. "I found the situation and reported it to the teacher. You did the right thing."

"I'll check later, you can go back." She picked up the cup on the fireplace and took a sip, "Wait a minute, Mr. Williams." She called Nelson again.

Nelson withdrew his claws ready to open the door, ready to listen to the professor's instruction.

"I noticed," she put down her glass and stared at Nelson, "the content of your Charms homework last week and Mr. Black's homework seem to be somewhat similar."

"I see, Professor." Nelson admitted his mistake at the speed of light, "I will resubmit an assignment as soon as possible."

"No." Professor Sykes stood up and looked at Nelson. "Your homework contains second-grade content. I won't punish people who are willing to learn for no reason. I just let you do it as an example."

"If you want to help your friend, what you should do is to help him master the magic spell learned in class, instead of lending him your homework to copy." Professor Sykes leaned on the chair, resting his right hand on the On the desk, "Hogwarts has been established for more than 900 years. There are countless people who come here to study, and there are also a lot of talents. You are not dealing with the teacher, but just fooling yourself."

She raised her left hand casually, and the door opened.

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson bowed, left the office, and closed the door.