My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Weird, it's almost a holiday, where is our headmaster?" At dinner time, on the long table in Slytherin, Tom with a lettuce leaf in his mouth looked at the empty seat in the middle of the faculty bench, with some doubts.

"I don't know, I heard that he has been busy communicating with the Wizengamot to eliminate the dark wizards for the past few years." Walburga handed Tom a plate of small tomatoes, while busy grabbing his brother's ears and pulling him out of the house. Lifting his seat, he lowered his voice and shouted in Alphard's ear: "If you let me know which teacher wrote to your mother because of you..."

"I heard that Principal Dippet's family members were bewitched by Grindelwald and gave up their jobs at the Ministry of Magic to become terrorists. He vowed to clean up the house with his own hands. Last year, he only showed up at the school at the beginning and end of term." Nelson He took off the emblem of Slytherin that was splashed by the beef soup, picked up the napkin and wiped it carefully, and shared the gossip he heard, "The last time I heard the librarian tell Ogg in the library, in recent years the school Dumbledore is in charge of everything here."

He wiped the school emblem clean and pinned it to his chest. He glanced at the "Theory of Magic" in Tom's hand and frowned, "Why are you still using this second-hand book?"

"I wrote down the notes of the first few classes when I started school, and there are notes from the previous master on it for reference."

"Aren't you afraid that the previous master was a scumbag, you learned from his notes and then practiced wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm not without judgment..."

"I heard that Dumbledore was a rare gifted student at Hogwarts in hundreds of years. The old lady in the family said before, 'Armando Dippet is a hysterical old fool. Still want to uphold justice? He should give this job to his beloved Albus, instead of letting the Ministry of Magic fools come to our house every day to rummage through the boxes. Are we going to hide Getler Grindelwald in Grimaud Is it in the sewer of the square?’, hahahaha!” Alfred, who had escaped from his sister’s naked twist, hunchbacked, imitated his family members with a funny look, and sent invitations to Tom and Nelson, “You guys are coming for Christmas Do we play at home? I have a lot of good things to watch at home..."

"But Dumbledore is indeed very powerful. You can feel it just by taking his Transfiguration class. Now that the situation is so chaotic, he may have his own considerations for not showing up. At least Hogwarts is the safest place right now." Alphard looked beaming, and Nelson added grimly, "Is the transcription that Professor Sykes wants tonight ready?"

Alphard's face fell instantly, and he was quickly dragged away by his sister.

"If I had Dumbledore's ability, I would kill Grindelwald, and I would be famous in the afternoon after playing in the morning." Tom had never seen Dumbledore perform magic other than transfiguration in class, but he There was a kind of blind trust and even fear for the wizard who opened the door to the wizarding world for him. He forked a small tomato vigorously, and waved the fork like a magic wand. His voice suddenly became high-pitched, "He who wants to achieve great things, Stepping stones can't be mediocre either! A character like Grindelwald is worthy of me."

"You can do it!" Seeing the compliments from the surrounding Slytherins, Nelson frowned.

"A great wizard like Dumbledore will definitely take action," Nelson said from the side, "With great power comes great responsibility."

"You can always say something epigram, Nelson!" Nelson felt a warm hand on his right shoulder, and he looked up to see Dumbledore with his hands on his and Tom's shoulders. Smiling at him through half-moon glasses.

"Professor Dumbledore." Seeing the head of Gryffindor coming to the long table in Slytherin, the little snakes stopped their noise and greeted neatly. Tom also looked up to see Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore Lido turned his head and greeted Tom with a smile. Tom muttered hello and turned away awkwardly, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"Mr. Williams, can you come to my office after dinner? I have something to trouble you." Dumbledore whispered to Nelson, and Nelson felt the heat from the broad palm on his shoulder.

"Okay, Professor." He nodded.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your enjoyment of dinner." Dumbledore clapped his hands and left the long table, where the students quickly became noisy.

"Nel." Tom asked worriedly, holding Nelson's forearm.

"It's okay, Tom." Nelson patted Tom's hand with the other hand, "I'm not Alphard, no teacher will put me in confinement."

"See you tonight." Just as Tom was about to say something, Nelson spoke first, stood up and left the long table.

...

At the door of Dumbledore's office, Nelson paced back and forth on the carpet in the corridor. He didn't know what Dumbledore wanted from him, but the encounter with Professor Sykes made him know that it was never good for him to enter the teacher's office.

"Brother, can you stop turning, Dumbledore told you to go in, the door is unlocked." A pair of armor at the door suddenly spoke, "If you keep turning, I might fall apart."

"Sorry, sorry." Nelson waved him apologetically, reaching for the handle, "I didn't know you...uh, could see me."

"Sit down, what do you want to drink?" As soon as Nelson opened the door, he saw Dumbledore standing in front of the wine cabinet in the office, holding a bottle and looking at the label on it.

He took a step forward, looked around, and saw the whole picture of Dumbledore's office:

The floor of the whole office is covered with a fuchsia carpet. The desk is placed near the window. The desk is extremely tidy. There is only a bottle of ink with a quill pen inserted and a few pieces of parchment turned upside down. There was a bird's nest resembling a pen holder, and a pile of ashes fell underneath. There are several chairs with purple velvet cushions beside the table, and there are two purple knitted sofas with a small coffee table in the corner.

The walls on the left and right sides are completely covered by huge wooden bookshelves. The bookshelves are divided into categories and neatly filled with books from small to large.

There are two huge arched windows on the wall facing the door. Miraculously, one window shows the scenery of the Hogwarts campus outside the window, and the opposite of the other window seems to be a house that has not been lived in for a long time—in the window It shows a dusty room, the desks and benches are crooked on the ground, the windows are full of holes, and the beams and walls are full of scorching marks. Their common feature is that thick dust has accumulated. The wall exposed the original stone bricks, and some photos were scattered on it. Strangely, in these photos, only Dumbledore looked towards the edge of the frame with a smile, and the others seemed to have something to leave;

There is a huge fireplace in the middle of the wall opposite the window. There are gorgeous and exaggerated reliefs on this fireplace, which seem to be telling some wizard myths and legends. On the right side of the fireplace is an old cabinet, which looks like it was moved from somewhere Yes, there are some trinkets and bottles of good wine in it. To the right of the fireplace is the door, and between the door and the fireplace is a shelf with broken pots.

"Dumbledore won't put my head in the Pensieve..." Nelson panicked, and moved two steps sideways like a crab, moving a little further away from the Pensieve.

"You can't drink yet, how about orange juice, I liked sweets too much when I was your age!" Dumbledore was still playing with the bottle in his hand, and the bottle was spinning at a constant speed under his slender and bony fingers, It seemed that something on the label fascinated him.

"No thanks, I drank a lot of lemonade just now."

"Sit down, Nelson, you seem to know what that is." Dumbledore walked towards the two sofas. He didn't look at Nelson, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

"No, I just think it's old, it seems to be an antique..." Nelson quibbled, walking towards the sofa next to Dumbledore.

"Haha, every chair in Hogwarts is an antique." Dumbledore didn't say much, just patted him on the shoulder, pressed him to sit down, and sat on another sofa by himself.

"Nelson, I heard you're going home for Christmas?" He waved his hand, and two glasses appeared on the coffee table out of thin air, and were slowly filled with orange juice from the bottom out of thin air.

"Yes, sir, I'm going back to London." Looking at the glass floating in front of his eyes like a puppy wagging its tail, Nelson was afraid that the orange juice would spill on his robe, so he picked it up and took a sip.

"Well, I have one thing to ask you," Dumbledore turned sideways, picked up another glass of orange juice and clinked glasses with Nelson, "I have some things to do after the Christmas holidays, so I found a substitute teacher .”

"He arrives in London on the twenty-sixth, I hope you can meet him in Diagon Alley for me, and tell him how to take the Hogwarts Express at King's Cross Station," Dumbledore put down his glass, "He left London After a long time, the change of environment may make him feel unfamiliar."

"Okay, professor." Nelson also put down his glass and nodded, "Is this the only thing?" He couldn't help but doubt the intelligence of the substitute teacher. After all, it sounds funny that an adult needs a guide to back up in a city.

"Well, besides," Dumbledore got up and took out a small package from the bookcase behind him, put it on the coffee table, and lowered his voice, "If it's a man with chestnut hair, help me bring this to him , if not, leave it with you."

"Professor, such an important matter..." Nelson looked at the small package on the table, feeling incomprehensible that Dumbledore trusted him so much.

"Minerva often talks about you to me, and I think you are a trustworthy person." Dumbledore paused, blinked his eyes, and said again, "I also believe in Mergan's child, and I also believe in Someone who says 'with great power comes great responsibility'."

"This matter is very important, can I trust you?" Dumbledore stretched out his right hand and looked at him with burning eyes.

"I don't even know who Mergan is, and you should trust Peter Parker..." Nelson was a little flustered, complaining frantically in his heart... Looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes, he finally stretched out his hand to meet Deng Bullido held hands together, "You can trust me, sir."

Dumbledore smiled gratifiedly, and he waved his hand again. The orange juice of the two was full. When they clinked glasses for the second time, he looked at the back of Nelson's hand with some confusion.

"Nelson, why did you write the word 'backpack' on your hand?"