My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

One afternoon in 1876, Armando Dippet, who had just finished the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the third-year students of Gryffindor and Slytherin, rang the bell and walked out of the classroom with the lesson plan in his arms. The muddy corridor blocked his way.

Rather than saying that the corridor was swampy and muddy, it had become a swamp, and Armando knew very well that no student had the courage to play such a nasty prank on him, while the whole school dared to do such a thing. There is only one person.

No, maybe "human" is not the right word to describe him.

Armando frowned, which made his already deep Kawako lines more conspicuous. Many students squeezed behind him and looked forward, and even whispered to each other.

He was a little dissatisfied, turned around, and the crowd fell silent in an instant, each of them stood up straight, silent.

Armando nodded in satisfaction, handed the lesson plan to the nearest student, drew out his wand, and pointed to the corridor.

"Peves, don't do such nonsense."

The swamp in the corridor receded in an instant, revealing the clean floor and carpet. He stretched out his hand, and the students behind him hurriedly stuffed the lesson plans into his arms. Armando walked towards his office with the lesson plans in his arms.

"Boring little old man, Dippet, a crybaby, just graduated and became a little old man!"

Peeves flew across the corridor whistling, his voice became more and more thoughtful, he rushed past Armando with a pile of dirty things, splashed mud all over his body, and Armando wiped his body with magic with an ugly face. The filth, quickened his pace and walked into the office.

Leaving Peeves on the spot, rubbing the dirt in his hands into balls and shooting at the students who stayed there, he flew in the air laughing wildly, "Amando Dippet, small and desolate! An eagle bigger than his face Hooked nose, looks like a poker!"

Armando stood behind the door of the office, threw the lesson plans aside, and rubbed his temples with both hands helplessly.

For Armando Dippet, order is the most wonderful thing in this world.

Do the prescribed things at the prescribed time and place, never set foot outside the rules, never cause trouble to others, and will not let others trouble him. Amando has adhered to this creed since he was a child.

Since the first eruption of magic power at the age of five broke the fish tank on the head of the bed and killed his beloved goldfish, he hated all things beyond his control. If the established orbit runs, then the bewildering accident will never happen, and there must be no tragedy and no danger in such a world.

Amando knows clearly that it is impossible to eliminate the accidents in the world by himself alone, and he has no right to demand others, so he had to be strict with himself when he was a teenager, getting up, going to bed, and having meals at regular times every day Studying, wearing protective gear and playing two Quidditch games every Tuesday afternoon. During the seven years at Hogwarts, he rigidly repeated the life of the first day he entered the school every day.

Sure enough, the rigid habits made his life more stable. In his school career, the only two accidents happened after he didn't get up on time. And the successive accidents that happened to other people around him also made him more confident in his own ideas.

As an outstanding student of Hogwarts, after graduation, Armando became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher of his alma mater as he wished. In his opinion, these mischievous students will inevitably encounter various problems when they grow up. Dangerous, Defense Against the Dark Arts as a weapon of self-preservation is undoubtedly the most important discipline for them.

At the same time, he did not forget to extend his philosophy to the classroom - he is not allowed to be late and leave early, he is not allowed to whisper, and even the line spacing of homework is clearly required. After he has the identity of a teacher, he can finally use his own The standard goes asking oneself student.

Many Hogwarts students of that era believed that Armando Dippet was the strictest and most paranoid teacher in the school, but his strictness was awe-inspiring. After all, no one would feel that a teacher who was strict with himself People are lenient to others, and although they can't think of any good memories when they think about his class, their Defense Against the Dark Arts ability is not lost on everyone.

After working for several years, Amando did not add any softness to his personality in the contact with children. Instead, he became more and more angry with these lazy students. He felt that their behavior was constantly putting himself in danger. Those pranks, those dangerous night outings, those dangerous truancy... These behaviors that are no different from suicide have always been incomprehensible to him, and he is also determined to reverse the lazy temperament of these students starting from school education.

But how can human nature be so simply bound? The entry age for Hogwarts is eleven years old. Even after graduating, he is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. Young people love to have fun and excitement. How can this be reversed?

After dinner, Armando knocked on the door of the administrator Rancoros Calpe.

"Strange, there are no students coming to confinement tonight..." Lan Keluosi came from behind the door with a sleepy voice. He opened the door, yawned big, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked at The guest standing at the door straightened his back the moment he saw Armando clearly, "Professor Dippet, why are you here?"

"I didn't see you at dinner tonight, so I just wanted to take a look." Amando pulled the muscles at the corners of his mouth, showing a slightly creepy stiff smile, and squeezed into the door, "Look at you, Are you tired of those mischievous little guys again?"

"Yeah," Lancrosse ruffled his hair, making the already messy hairstyle look like a permed lion, "that Weasley in Gryffindor is so energetic, I really fucked up I don’t know what’s wrong with this family? His father and I were in the same year, and they deducted 50 points from their college almost every year! He wants to go to the forbidden forest every day. I heard that he has a cousin who will be enrolled next year. Oh my God! I can't even imagine the two of them torturing me together!"

Closing the door behind him, Lankoros spread his hands and complained. It seemed that no one had talked with him about these topics for a long time, and his chatterbox immediately opened up.

Amento responded without saying a word. In fact, before today, he had rarely dealt with Rankoros, and Amento also proved his ability in other aspects with practical actions. When he wanted to let the When he looks like a spring breeze, anyone will feel that he is worthy of closeness.

After complaining for a few minutes, Lan Keluosi already felt that Armando was one of the few teachers in Hogwarts who liked him, especially in terms of his attitude towards students. Armando also felt that the administrator Quite insightful - strict school rules and management are more conducive to the growth of students - the two quickly reached an agreement in this regard.

"Amando, it would be great if you were the principal!" Rankoise patted his thigh, shaking his head and said, "Students should do what students should do. If I could study hard back then, I wouldn't have slipped back to my alma mater to do the same. An administrator... Oh, I'm not saying that my alma mater is bad, I just think it would be great to be a beloved professor like you!"

There was a look of longing in Ranchoros' eyes. After a conversation, his address to Amondo had changed from "Professor Dippet" to the more affectionate "Ammando".

"It's still far away, I'm not even the dean," Armando put one hand on the table, tapped lightly, shook his head and said, "Lancoros, you can't think so, the professor is no better than you Where is the nobility, in fact, Hogwarts may not have a headmaster, but it must not have an administrator, and besides, I am not a beloved professor."

"Ammando..." There was a look of gratitude in Lan Keluosi's eyes. He looked at Amondo and said solemnly, "I've heard about you. Many students said that you are too strict. But I think they are just too young to understand—they may not understand you now, but when they grow up, they will definitely understand your good intentions."

"I hope so," Armando shook his head lightly, and said, "Our original intention is the same, to make Hogwarts students have a better future..."

Looking at Rankoros who nodded vigorously, Armando said while the iron was hot, "But now we have a good way to make Hogwarts students study with more peace of mind."

"What?"

Looking at the excited Lancrosse, Armando showed a long-lost smile. He understood that this simple-minded castle administrator had been persuaded by him. Then, he straightened his back and said softly, "Peeves, One day with him, the students will not be able to study at ease one day, this ghost is a stubborn disease of Hogwarts, it is time to banish it from the castle forever."

"Peeves?" Lankoros had a complicated and struggling expression on his face, sometimes loathed, sometimes scared. Not long after, he took out a thick booklet with yellowed footers from the drawer under the table, and laid it out. Go to the table and push it in front of Armando, "In fact, the castle administrators of all ages have tried to drive this naughty guy out of the castle."

"It's not just being naughty."

Armando opened the booklet, starting with Hankelton Humble, the administrator appointed by the Big Four himself, successive administrators have made various attempts to expel Peeves, but they are still in Hogg. Woz's active Peeves repeatedly emphasized to them as if mocking: You have failed!

"It seems that only the administrator has tried to solve this problem. Doesn't a professor at Hogwarts feel that it affects normal teaching?" Armando frowned, and continued to look down, "This is another What nonsense, Peeves is not a ghost, but an elf born in the castle. It is the product of the emotional concretization of the students who have lived and studied in Hogwarts for generations? How can the product of the emotional concretization of the students be a mischievous one? A ghost who knows nothing but mischief?"

Looking at the ugly-faced Armando, Lankoros recalled the terrible consequences of fighting against Peeves recorded in the booklet, and suggested with his lips, "Armando... shall we change—"

"No, it is precisely because of patience and compromise time and time again that Peeves has become more and more unscrupulous and lawless! Even if it was really born in the castle, it is a cancer of the castle, not an elf!" Amento shook his head and shook his head. Cutting off Lan Keluosi's proposal, he said with firm eyes, "The administrators have been working hard before. I don't think it's because they are not capable enough or Peeves is too powerful. It's just that you are too weak. I don't think it would have been the same if there had been a professor's help."

"Really?" Lan Keluo asked with a little confidence.

"Yes," Armando nodded, and turned to the last page of the booklet, "You wrote this page, right? You have clearly conceived a whole set of methods to deal with it, why don't you put it into practice?" ?”

"I..." Lan Keluosi was silent for a moment, and asked softly, "Do you think it is feasible?"

"It couldn't be better." Armando picked up the brochure and stood up, "I don't want to disturb your rest. Let me have a look at this brochure. After breakfast tomorrow, we will go to Principal Moore."

...

A month later, the trap envisioned by Rankoros was set up in the middle of a corridor in the basement of Hogwarts. He used some weapons that Peeves could not resist anyway as bait, and used a huge, imposing various blockades. The bell jar of the spell was the basic structure of the trap. After casting countless containment spells around the trap, Lankoros waited silently at the end of the corridor.

As he wished, Peeves quickly fell into the trap.

Peeves is perfectly belled up, just as scripted.

Rankos walked forward triumphantly, patted the bell jar, opened a small valve, and mocked Peeves who was yelling inside, "This is the end of pranks."

"Really?" A familiar voice sounded at Lankoros' feet, and Peeves easily crawled out from the floor that cast a strict protective spell, grabbed his ankles with a wild laugh, and hung him to the chandelier above his head.

"Hahaha, big fool Calpe, your trap is really fragile! Hanging on the lamp and crying, taking a picture is miserable!"

Peeves took a camera and frantically took pictures of the upside-down Lankoros, and mocking cries echoed throughout the castle.

He's the perfect blend of humor and malice at its purest, but there's only malice left in the laugh at the moment.

The weapons and spells prepared by Lankoros instantly became Peeves' tools. Without the help of wands, all the spells cast in the corridors were multiplied infinitely to every corner of Hogwarts.

It seems that Peeves is really the elf of the castle. People who have experienced this incident can't help sighing every time they recall the scene at that time: "That's right, even the castle is helping him!"