My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's almost like slipping away from the nose of death."

Nelson succinctly told Tom what had just happened, while Tom sat quietly and listened, staring at Nelson's mouth with ecstasy, and he even forgot the little tomatoes at hand.

Nelson sat down contentedly on the back of the rocking chair after telling what had happened.

"so……"

Tom pondered for a moment, then spoke solemnly.

"What's wrong?" Nelson looked at Tom's solemn expression, wondering if something had gone wrong in his plan.

"So..." Tom stared at Nelson's mouth, and it took a long time before he said the next sentence, "You can still talk."

"..."

"Disarm!" Tom, who realized that he had been tricked for a week, jumped up from his chair, swung his wand from his cuff and shot at Nelson, "You asked me to accompany you to perform pantomime for a week!"

The lightning-fast red light rushed towards the rocking chair not far away, but Nelson, who was quick to respond, had long since disappeared.

"A week! A week!" Tom waved his wand, and Nelson's rocking chair was blown to pieces.

"I mainly do it for safety, to prevent the mandrake leaves from falling out when I speak." Nelson's words of defense came from behind Tom.

"I should have thought about it earlier, you usually talk a lot when you eat!" Tom flipped his wrist, reversed his wand and shot behind him. A chain bound the silver ball that made noise behind him firmly. The chain was black as a whole. It is green, but it is colorful when you look closely. It is actually composed of small snakes with their tails buckled together. It is hard to believe how strong it is, but from the tightly locked As can be seen from the silver ball, its toughness seems to be not bad.

"I only speak after swallowing. This is basic table manners." The small ball that looks like a horn has not lost its function because it is locked, and it is still chattering Nelson's voice, as if to Fill in what you haven't said in the past few days, "And Tom, don't you think not talking is actually a good thing?"

"What's the matter?" Tom stood where he was, moving his hands secretly in the sleeves of his robes.

"Professor Sykes once said," the silver ball bound by the snake chain suddenly shrunk, fell out of the gap in the chain, fell to the ground and disappeared, and Nelson's voice came from another direction behind Tom. It came again, "Alphad would be considered a handsome man if he didn't have a long mouth."

"Are you Alphard?" Tom asked back.

"Well……"

"Don't say 'er,' Gnar," said Tom suddenly nervously, "for a snack, your leaves almost fell out."

"Huh?" Nelson's voice faltered suddenly, and there was a rustling of leaves in the bushes to Tom's left.

"Snake net lock line!"

Tom's long-prepared spell shot out suddenly, and a green light shot straight towards the bushes, cutting out a large hole with neat edges in the bushes and trees it passed by. The living figure was lying on the ground, wriggling like a caterpillar. Tom shook his head contentedly, shook his hair, and walked towards the direction where the spell was shot. I got it!"

"No..."

Seeing Tom through the big hole cleared by the spell, he saw the man lying on the ground struggling to reach the wand with his fingers locked behind him. He immediately squeezed out a Parseltongue through his teeth, and a The little snake that received the order fell out of the snake net, swam to the wand, picked it up and handed it to Tom's hand.

"Don't move around, Gnar, these are real snakes on you, I can't guarantee that they won't get into your collar."

Tom approached the writhing humanoid creature, turned him over, and pulled the snake chain off his face, revealing Nelson's helpless face. To prevent Nelson from accidentally spitting out the mandrake leaves, Tom stuck Heart sealed Nelson's mouth with a piece of fine snakeskin.

"No..."

Nelson immediately fell silent, in fact he couldn't move anywhere except his expressive face and neck.

Tom helped Nelson up, poked his face with Nelson's wand, and said with a smile, "It's a wonderful feeling to be caught with your favorite things, isn't it?"

Nelson shook his head hard.

"You mean you don't like using the net?" Tom raised his eyebrows, and seeing Nelson nod again, he laughed, "Are your nods and head shakes Albanian or British?"

"British?" Tom said self-consciously, and tapped the snake head on Nelson's chest with his wand. In an instant, the snake net that restrained him broke, and the little snakes connected end to end almost simultaneously loosened their grip. Mouth, Nelson only felt itching all over his body, and the next second he felt relieved. The little snakes crawled off his body, swam into the jungle and disappeared.

"Actually, it's good if you don't talk," Tom put the wand back into Nelson's hand. "At least my ability to read eyes has improved a lot. When I was young, I always felt that I could see through the hearts of every child in the orphanage." What do you think, these days I feel that this ability of mine has returned.”

【congratulations. 】

"Isn't it a bit late to take out the blackboard now?" Tom suddenly saw a blackboard out of the corner of his eye, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded, and said, "What's there to congratulate? This looks like Legilimency... no , This is Legilimency, this kind of name is not good."

[Some spiritually powerful wizards are born masters of Legilimency, which is no different from Metamorphmagus or natural prophets. 】

"I'd rather be called a natural master of magical kitchen utensils, at least that sounds like a positive character, a natural legitimist sounds like the kind of sleeper you're often told about when you scare kids who don't want to sleep Scary story before," although Nelson quickly took out the blackboard, it was too late, Tom glanced at him and the blackboard floating behind him, and said helplessly, "Also, you forgot to write with a pen."

[No one tells a child a bedtime horror story, Tom. 】

"Nonsense, I used to tell people bedtime horror stories," Tom retorted. "Our relationship often improved noticeably after I finished telling the story."

[Are you threatening? 】

"Nonsense, they were all very nice to me," Tom curled his lips. "Have you forgotten? One Christmas, almost every one of them gave me presents, and I still keep them..."

[Although you always scare them with ghost stories before bed, they all like you. 】

Nelson smiled as if his eyes could speak. He remembered that Christmas. The day before the orphanage organized some children to go to church for worship. They were targeted by the most common gangsters in the famine years. Tom was in that period Sometimes there are two big things that he can't get used to, one is he can't get used to the little guy, and the other is he can't get used to the people who bully the little guy, for the latter, he can't get used to it even more.

So until now, there is a legend circulating in the orphanage, a legend about a martial arts elder brother who once fell here.

"I said, aren't you tired of holding up a blackboard?" Tom probably disliked this blackboard that he had fooled himself for a week.

Nelson pointed to his mouth and shook his head.

"Okay, I forgot about the snake skin..."

"It's nice to be young..."

In the depths of the forest, Rowena wearing a black dress stood on a branch of a tall tree, leaning on the thick trunk and looking at two small figures, one gold and one black, who were walking towards a mushroom-shaped hut in the distance. This scene seemed to bring her back to her childhood, when her mother sat on the bed and recited to herself those fairy tales that were grotesque and had a sweet ending.

She also did this before, but she didn't know whether it was because her storytelling skills were too low or Helena didn't like listening to stories by nature, but the relationship between her and her daughter finally went to a freezing point that backfired.

The proud self did not reflect on what he did wrong until his daughter ran away, and the crown that Helena stole was lost in this forest, but gave himself an unusual new life a thousand years later . In fact, with her wisdom, in the two days after "rebirth", she had already considered no less than a hundred reasons for the cracks in the mother-daughter relationship and proposed no less than two hundred solutions.

"But which thing is completely satisfactory?" Rowena fiddled with the slightly curly black hair hanging on her chest, "I heard that she made a ghost in Ravenclaw, and that stupid and Together with Barrow in a daze... now even Hogwarts doesn't want to go back."

"The black one is too similar to Salazar, but the gold one is a bit different from Godric's. It doesn't have that taste, but it's not too much to make do with. If there's another braided one, I'll like it if it's okay hahaha, and A girl who can cook well..."

She stroked the tree trunk beside her and sighed again, "It's nice to be young..."

The tree trunk shook, as if telling her that you are still young.

"Forget it, let's take a look at those two big babies first."

Rowena clapped his hands, and a large net bag made of vines fell from the tree crown above his head, was dragged by a thick vine, and hung in the air.

Two young men were entangled in the narrow space inside the net bag in a strange posture, one of them hugged the other's shoulders, their mouths stuck to his neck, and four sharp fangs ruthlessly pierced into the other's His red eyes, sharp fangs, and pale skin spoke of who he was—a vampire.

And the man who was mortally wounded and bleeding non-stop also wrapped his arms around the vampire, and the sharp nails on his ten fingers pierced into the latter's body fiercely. One of his eyes was only closed, with shriveled eyelids, as if the inside The eyeball was hit hard, and the two gave up all the weapons from civilized society, and just entangled each other with their claws and teeth, neither letting go of the other.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing in the woods?"

The two people in the net bag eased their posture slightly, but they were still entangled together, without even looking at Rowena.

She skillfully manipulated the vines to bind the two of them tightly, and then separated them easily. It could be seen that she was already very familiar with this movement.

"Vampire, you go first." Rowena pointed to the vampire who was hanging in the sun.

Troka glared at her angrily. His eyes were filled with the resentment of a person returning home who was inexplicably attacked at the door of his house and was inexplicably arrested. Adhering to the principle of non-violent non-cooperation, he turned his head again and stared fiercely at her. Looking across from Borgin Bock.

"Tell me, kid." Rowena raised his chin at Borgin Bock again.

"My name is Borgin Bock."

"..."

"Have you nothing else to say?"

Rowena waited for a while, but did not get a response. The two people bound by the rattan perfectly reached a static balance in the dynamic world.

"Okay," she curled her lips and clapped her hands again. The rattan on the net bag dragged the two of them into the canopy of the tree again, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

[Speaking of which, Dumbledore also prepared dew for me, it seems that McGonagall told him a lot. 】

On the way to the cabin, the blackboard suddenly flew in front of Tom.

"Dew?" Tom stared at the words on the blackboard, nodded, and said, "I also want to say, you should also prepare these scraps of materials."

[It is said that the closer the transformation time is, the better the medicinal effect of the materials prepared. 】

"This is a folk remedy. You might as well believe in the old lady who sells amulets at the gate of Knockturn Alley... I don't know if she has found the Bella Swan you mentioned."

【Actually, I have already set up a lot of dew-collecting devices in the forest. Most of them will not be disturbed by sunlight and humans, but with Dumbledore's dew, I think I should be able to take them back. 】

"You'd better keep it," Tom curled his lips, "just use the dew you collected yourself, others, even Dumbledore... Tsk tsk."

Tom smacked his lips and shook his head.

Nelson nodded, reached into his pocket, and took out a crystal bottle filled with clear liquid.

"The bottle is not bad." Tom took the crystal bottle from Nelson and commented, "It looks quite valuable."

"boom--"

A muffled sound suddenly came from the bottle in his hand, and the crystal bottle instantly shattered, and the liquid in the bottle spilled on his hand.

Tom shook his hand, looking at his hand with surprise on his face, feeling unreal about the strength of his grip.

Immediately afterwards, the transparent liquid in the hand suddenly flowed by itself, attracting the water droplets that had fallen to the ground and absorbed by the soil, and condensed into a water ball. After collecting the scattered water droplets, it slowly elongated like a noodle, and gradually became black.

A few seconds later, a straight wand appeared in front of Tom, it was suspended, and it wrote golden circles in the air by itself:

"It's a good spot in the tree stump above the cave, and there's a little hole next to the jewelry that looks like a Ravenclaw diadem, and the dew in it is very good. Of course, for such a large forest, the dew can be obtained. There will definitely be no shortage of places.”