My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dumbledore strode into the building of the orphanage. He was tall and extraordinary. In the orphanage where the per capita malnutrition was yellow and emaciated, he stood out from the crowd, but compared with the children playing happily around the campfire downstairs, He seemed to be more suitable for the bare courtyard and the gloomy buildings of the orphanage.

He walked into the foyer of the orphanage and saw Mrs. Cole, anxious and thin like everyone else, holding a handkerchief to clean the charcoal-stained face of a little girl, threatening her: " You got chickenpox and you messed up your face, if you don’t wash your face properly, you may get scars in the future!” She turned her head and saw Dumbledore who pushed the door in, then raised her head in surprise, and finally saw Dumbledore’s face .

"Good afternoon." Dumbledore extended his right hand to Mrs. Cole, "I am Albus Dumbledore who wrote to you earlier, and you invited me to come here today."

Mrs. Cole was stunned. She seemed to have forgotten that she had extended an invitation to this guest. She quickly stretched out her hand, then retracted to rub against the apron, reached out to Dumbledore again, and held his hand: "Please Come to my room, let's sit down and talk." After that, he led Dumbledore into a room that was as shabby as the hall and courtyard and this building.

"You are a respectable lady!" Dumbledore looked around the room and said deeply to Mrs. Cole. Mrs. Cole forced an embarrassed smile at him and offered him a rickety chair while she sat across the table.

"Mrs. Cole, I'm here mainly for Tom Riddle and Nelson Williams." Dumbledore cut to the chase.

"What about them?" Mrs. Cole was still a little confused. She glanced at the purple suit on the man across from her again, and asked Dumbledore nervously, "Are you going to adopt them?"

"No, I'm a teacher," Dumbledore explained, "and I want to invite them to our school."

"Your school? What school is it?"

"The name of the school is Hogwarts." Dumbledore replied.

"Why are you interested in them?"

"We think they have some qualities that we value."

Mrs. Cole became more and more suspicious of the man who claimed to be a teacher in front of her. She asked: "You mean they won a scholarship? But as far as I know, they have never submitted an application to any school."

"That's right, their names are written in our files from birth."

"Mr. Williams has relatives alive, and they may have helped to register. But what about Riddle? Did his parents register for him?" Mrs. Cole continued to ask.

Dumbledore couldn't resist Mrs. Cole's continuous questioning. This shrewd woman put a lot of pressure on him. He decided to use magic to solve the problem—he took out his wand from his pocket and pointed at a blank piece of paper on the table He waved it and handed it to Mrs. Cole: "You will understand everything after reading this."

Mrs. Cole took the paper in a trance, stared at it for a while, and returned the paper to Dumbledore, "There is no problem with the procedure." She nodded at Dumbledore, "Do you like gin? ?”

"It would be great if I could have a drink." Dumbledore responded with a smile.

Mrs. Cole filled two glasses of wine, clinked glasses with Dumbledore, picked up her own glass and drank it in one gulp, then slammed her mouth and said, "Dumbolton... sorry, Mr. The child has a great future, and we have been very worried about his future."

Dumbledore raised his glass, motioning for her to continue.

"Tom... Tom's child is not very good, but which child in the orphanage has a good life? Tom and I came here almost together. I remember it clearly. It was the first time I lived here. One New Year, just the night before the New Year, it was snowing heavily, and a girl with a big belly came here...Damn, we have experienced this kind of thing a lot, but..." She took out the piece to help the little girl The girl wiped the corners of her eyes with the handkerchief she used to wipe her face.

"I can understand." Dumbledore said affectionately and solemnly, "I have also experienced this kind of thing."

"You are such a delicate person." Mrs. Cole continued: "She fell on the steps, we helped her into the house, and within an hour she gave birth to Tom, and within an hour, She died."

"Does she have any last words?" Dumbledore became interested, "Such as the child's father?"

"She said that she hoped that the child would look like her father. One thing to say, I think her idea is correct. She is indeed not correct in appearance, but Tom's appearance should follow her father. See you later You know, he's handsome." She poured herself another half glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, "Then she named the child, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom is the name of the child's father, Marvolo in the middle follows her father, and Riddle is the child's surname. Tom's name is quite ordinary, and Marvolo is a bit weird." She commented.

"Later we named the child according to the will, but no one named Tom, Marvolo or Riddle ever came to him. He seemed to be alone from birth and could only grow up in an orphanage." Mrs. Cole seemed to be getting drunk, her face flushed, "We are all worried. Generally speaking, this kind of child is prone to psychological problems, and he is also a little withdrawn. He has been a little weird since he was a baby... …Nowadays, if you’re an educator, you should know that an orphanage like ours doesn’t have the budget for a psychiatrist.”

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded, and asked curiously, "Generally speaking, you say?"

"Yeah, generally speaking. Tom made friends at the orphanage, which put him in a lot of sunshine. Yes, made friends, another kid you're taking to school, and Mr. Williams is a good friend of his. , They are inseparable. But who would resist making friends with Nelson? He is excellent, sensible, humble and gentle, and he is not like a child of this age." Mrs. Cole's eyes lost focus again, as if recalling something, "However, when they get together, strange things often happen."

"Strange thing? What strange thing?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"Uh. I don't know if the staff has developed a habit of blaming them for their negligence. There are many such things. For example, Martha's injury, we bandaged her, and the gauze fell off the next day Later I found out that Martha didn't hurt her leg at all, like a prank, oh yes, Martha lives next door to Nelson. Once they were playing chess in Tom's room, and the window of the room blew up, you know, exploded Then Tom has to live in the hall." Mrs. Cole said happily, "Another time, I saw a cat flying from the water to the shore in front of Nelson, and it flew out like a water bird!"

"Having said so much, you haven't said anything about Mr. Williams." Dumbledore was a little curious, "Can you tell me about him?"

Mrs. Cole looked up at Dumbledore and said, "Nelson would have been adopted by his aunt, but you know, our government has a special policy for war orphans. His uncle is a reporter and travels a lot, and his aunt doesn't have a stable job. , so the adoption procedures have not been able to go through. He also said that he wants to live with his friends, and sometimes he will go to live with his aunt. Today is Sunday, and usually he will come to the orphanage to help out after attending the service on Sundays. Our carers love him, there's no one who doesn't like him."

"War orphans?" whispered Dumbledore. "Tom Marvolo and Nelson Wertling."

"You're sure you're going to take them to your school, aren't you?"

"I am sure."

"Tom really needs a new environment and some new friends. The other kids are afraid to deal with him."

"He'll love the new school."

"I hope so. You must be eager to meet them yourself." Mrs. Cole stood up.

"That would be wonderful." Dumbledore followed her to his feet.

Mrs. Cole led him to the door of the office. Dumbledore opened the door first and asked Mrs. Cole to go first, but saw a person standing at the door.

It was one of the purposes of his trip—Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Dumbledore carefully looked at the boy blocking the door. Although Tom was shorter than Dumbledore, Tom was tall for an eleven-year-old human child, with black hair, black eyes and Dumbledore looked at each other.

Mrs. Cole was a little surprised when she saw Tom, and then said, "Tom, this Mr. Dumbledore is here to see you. You can take him to your room for a chat. I'll go find Nelson."

"No, ma'am, Nelson is upstairs, I'll call him later." He was talking to Mrs. Cole, but he never took his eyes off Dumbledore.

Mrs. Cole nodded, motioning for the two of them to talk first, then walked back to the office and closed the door.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore stretched out his hand to Tom. Tom hesitated for a moment, then reached out to hold Dumbledore's hand, and then he turned and led Dumbledore to his room without saying a word. .

"I'm Professor Dumbledore." After Tom took out a chair and asked Dumbledore to sit down, Dumbledore spoke first.

"Professor?" Tom showed a strange expression, "Why is the professor looking for me? I'm not ready for college yet." He was a little alert.

"I work in a school called Hogwarts, and I invite you to study at my school—your new school."

Tom looked at him without speaking. Dumbledore continued, "Hogwarts is a school for people with special talents."

Tom looked suspiciously at Dumbledore's fuchsia suit. He felt more and more that the man was a liar, but he still didn't speak.

"Hogwarts is a school of wizardry."

Hearing the words "Magic School", Tom was shocked, raised his head, and looked into Dumbledore's eyes again.