My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I don't remember, Professor."

"Huh?" Dumbledore looked at Nelson with some confusion, "Is the study pressure so great?"

"No, Professor." Nelson raised his hand and stroked the handwriting with the other hand, "One night two months ago, I went to Ravenclaw's owl room to post a letter—"

"Is it the night when all your first-year students went on a night tour?"

"Sorry, Professor." Nelson scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, you can continue." Dumbledore straightened up from the back of the sofa, listening to what happened on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival with a solemn expression.

"Wait, you mean there's a painting of a little girl at the end of the corridor from the Slytherin lounge to help you light it?"

"Yes, Professor, there's always a big picture frame there, and sometimes a little girl playing with fire."

"Well...you go on, Nelson."

"Then I found Professor Sykes..."

"Is Sykes just staying in the office?" Dumbledore bent down, put his elbows on his thighs, and crossed his hands to support his chin, thoughtfully.

"Yes, Professor, it's a little strange after that." Nelson began to talk about how he would keep forgetting his backpack from that day on.

"Nelson, your history of magic should be good, right?" Dumbledore asked suddenly after listening to his narration.

"It's okay, Professor, does it matter?"

"It's nothing, I don't think it's your own memory problem, there may be something in your bag, that night—" Dumbledore suddenly pondered

"What happened that night?"

"It's nothing, if you find anything, you must tell me, I can't see anything now." Dumbledore stood up from the sofa and walked to the desk.

"Okay, Professor."

"Rest early, no night tour tonight." He signaled to Nelson that it was time to leave, and smiled and took out a bag of honey cookies from the desk drawer, "I have always dreamed of opening a store in Hogsmeade." Dessert shop with honey products, take it and eat it on the road.”

"Good night, Professor." Nelson took the cookie, put the small package on the coffee table into his pocket, got up and left the office.

...

"Are you all right, Gnar?" Tom sat on the bed and cast a spell against a piece of parchment, "The black snake came out of its hole!"

A phosphorescent black boa constrictor came out of his wand, spitting out a letter and swimming on the stone floor of the bedroom. The cold and hard scales rubbed against the ground, making a teeth-piercing "rustling" sound.

Nelson squatted in the corner and looked at his bag. The python's letter swept to his ankle, and he kicked the snake's head aside.

"It's all right, Dumbledore asked me to take something with me when I return to London."

"Oh, she's so beautiful..." Tom sat on the head of the bed, looking at the boa constrictor he had just released with a dazed expression, "It's fine, I thought you copied their transfiguration homework for them." Woolen cloth."

"No, Tom, I wrote them what I copied."

"Tom, you are amazing! You can actually cast this magic!" Alan Aibo turned over on the bed, and exclaimed in amazement when he saw the python on the ground.

"Thank you, Ellen, for calling me Riddle." Tom thanked coldly.

"Sorry...Riddle...I mean..." Alan apologized stammeringly, and the other two roommates also sat up when they heard the movement, and when they saw the snake kicked aside by Nelson on the floor, they praised loudly stand up.

"You..." A discordant voice came suddenly, and Nelson, who opened his backpack, turned to ask his roommate, "Has any of you touched my bag?"

The package is empty.

...

In the restaurant at noon on Thursday, Nelson and his party sat at the long table after lunch and chatted.

"Alfard, what are you doing sitting here after eating?"

"Xiaxiaoshi." Alphard smiled awkwardly at his sister.

"If I find you—" Walburga stared suspiciously at her brother who made her worry.

"We will have an event later, and we will be on vacation soon." Tom made a rescue for Alphard from the sidelines.

"Well, Tom, you must keep an eye on him!" Walburga changed his face instantly, "Aren't you really going to visit our house during the holidays? Our house is also in London, we can—"

"Okay, okay, we will go when we have time." Nelson put down the corn juice in his hand and helped Tom deal with her, "Let's leave some private space for the boys, Walburga." Alphard pushed his sister out In the dining room, he closed the door when he returned to the long table.

"Let's go!" He stood in front of the long table majestically, his demeanor changed.

"Just ahead." Alphard tiptoed through the corridor.

"It's daytime, and it's not against the school rules to walk in the hallway, why are you sneaking?" A dozen Slytherin first-year students followed behind him, Tom couldn't help frowning and asked, just a few The eyes of the passing students who looked like thieves made him very uncomfortable.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm used to it." Alphard smiled and straightened his waist, but he became sneaky again after a while.

Walk along the corridor on the third floor and stop in front of a statue of a one-eyed old witch.

"It's here." The crowd dispersed, leaving space for Alphard to perform.

He walked up to the statue and put his hand on the old witch's hunchback to feel it.

"Can you stop doing this, it's a little disgusting." Tom looked at Alphard's movements, sucked his teeth and took a step back in disgust, and the people around him also made the same movements.

"The mechanism behind this statue is a bit difficult to find..." Alphard quibbled.

"Then how did you find out in the first place?" Nelson couldn't help being curious.

Alphard said some incomprehensible words, and suddenly let out a strange cry of surprise.

"Open!" With a sound of "Ka Ka Ka" similar to the transformation of the Saibot star, the old witch's hunchback split a crack from the middle, and slowly separated to the two sides, revealing a dark secret passage.

At the end of the secret passage is a wooden plank. After pushing away the plank and climbing out of the secret passage, everyone came to the basement of a bar with poor business.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Hogsmeade!" Alphard stood next to him, pretending to be a wizard salute.

No one paid attention to him, Alphard had to stay where he was, and everyone quickly slipped out of the back door of the bar one by one, the galleons in their robes clanging and clanging, and they couldn't wait to rush to Hogsmoor De feel it.

Today's Hogsmeade is covered with heavy clouds, and there is also a faint mist floating in the village, but this can't stop the excitement of these little snakes who came to Hogsmeade for the first time.

"Let's gather at the entrance of this bar at four o'clock in the afternoon." Tom stood in the middle of the crowd and ordered. Although the crowd was restless, they all stood obediently.

"Okay, we'll see you then." People scattered in twos and threes.

"Gal, I want to buy some special products for wizards, do you want to go?" Tom looked at Nelson who stayed where he was, and invited.

"I want to go around first. I'll meet you at Two Broomsticks in an hour, okay?" Nelson did his homework.

"Okay." Tom shrugged, turned and walked up the commercial street.

Nelson was wandering aimlessly in the alleys of Hogsmeade. The surrounding mist was getting thicker and thicker. The humidity in the air made Nelson a little uncomfortable. He took out his wand from his pocket and held it in his hand.

"Waterproof and moisture-proof." Nelson tapped his sleeve, and the wet feeling still didn't ease. He remembered the scene of thick fog when he first got this wand. This uncomfortable feeling made him want to find someone else. After staying indoors for a while, he turned around and saw an empty shop.

This is a store without a signboard. It is a two-storey block building with the true color of concrete exposed. The gray color will make the building look old and dirty, but through the open wooden door, you can see the bright and clean windows inside.

When Nelson walked in, the store was full of lights, and the dazzling light made him squint his eyes.

After getting used to the light, he looked at the shop - the shop was surrounded by shelves covering the walls, and there was an inconspicuous small door in the corner of the wall facing the door. There was nothing on these shelves, "could it be I entered a store that was still being renovated?" Nelson was about to exit.

"My guest, what do you want to buy?" A thick voice suddenly appeared behind Nelson. Nelson clenched his wand tightly and turned to stare at him. This person has no hair, and his face is so delicate that he can't even distinguish between men and women, but his voice seems to be that of a man. He is wearing a crisp white shirt and a brown and black checked vest, and the Oxford shoes under black trousers are shining brightly.

His hands were behind his back, and his face was gentle. Nelson held his wand and said nothing.

"Guests, don't get me wrong. I'm Daguerre, the boss here. The signboard hasn't been installed yet." He took out his hands from behind, spread his shoulders and shrugged, showing a French expression, "I mainly sell magic gadgets here. .”

Nelson relaxed a little, slipping his hands back into the pockets of his robes, but still didn't let go of his wand.

"I'm a Muggle-born and wanted to buy something to take home with my loved ones."

"For relatives who don't know magic?" Daguerre put one hand on his forehead and put the other under it, looking like he was thinking, "How about a magic iron? It doesn't need to be heated, just pick it up Ironing."

He reached in and pulled out an iron from the empty shelf by the door.

"A little magic." Looking at Nelson's surprised expression, the shopkeeper explained.

"Uh, this one's nice, but there's a laundromat next to our house..."

"How about the camera? Magic Polaroid, you don't need to wash it with potion to take moving pictures." He put the iron back on the shelf, and fished out a scratched camera, "Because it's a second-hand product, And only black and white photos can be taken, so how about just two Galleons and a glass of butterbeer as a bonus?"

"Smile!" He suddenly picked up the camera and pressed the shutter on Nelson, "Look, so handsome!" He stuffed a photo into Nelson's hand.

"It's really handsome..." Nelson looked at himself in the photo and boasted.

"It's time to buy it now, there is no way to have a more cost-effective camera." The shop owner rushed over the camera again.

"Okay..." Nelson took the camera in a daze, and walked out of the store with a butter beer in a daze.

"Good sales." Turning around and looking at the boss who was waving at the door, he couldn't help admiring. He picked up the camera and looked at it carefully. There seemed to be an inscription on the bottom of the camera. : "Louis Jacques Mandé Younger".