My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You can always trust Gnar."

After the sorting ceremony was over, Tom raised his eyebrows triumphantly, got up and guided the freshmen who came in line to a row of vacant seats reserved on the long table, leaving the unbelieving Alphard stunned on his seat, muttering , "It shouldn't be, is it so accurate?"

"Actually, the character of a little wizard is very easy to judge. Children of this age basically have everything written on their faces. You see, the Gryffindors are all suppressing their excitement, and the Slytherins are pretending to be calm. Lavin Crows are weird, Hufflepuff is calm, Alphard, you need to observe more," Nelson spread his hands helplessly, and explained, "Those kids I misread are basically nothing. expression, or very nervous, no character."

"So that's how it is," Alphard scratched his head and commented, "It's really a hasty sorting ceremony."

"Rather than being sloppy, it's better to save trouble. Putting young wizards with similar personalities together is undoubtedly the most time-saving and labor-saving management method," Nelson said. "Even if they have similar personalities, there are still many differences. Nor is it static, and a freshman who is sorted into Slytherin today does not necessarily become a qualified Slytherin."

"What is a qualified Slytherin?" Alphard laughed, "It's as if you know it."

"Of course I don't know, but if you're interested, I can send you to ask Slytherin himself." Nelson rolled his eyes at him and said, "If it was Slytherin, he would be willing to give it to Slytherin a thousand years later." The newborn translator, what is Slytherin?"

"Forget it," Alphard shrank his neck resentfully, his voice was a little loud, some freshmen had already looked towards this side, and Walburga's hand fell behind his back in good time, "I'm afraid Just fire me from Slytherin."

"You are self-aware," Walburga cursed softly, exerting all his forearm strength, "What a boring game."

"Tom did it too!" Alphard pleaded in a low voice, which made Walburga's face even worse.

"Didn't you pull Tom to play this silly trick?" Walburga whispered, seeing that the pain on Alphard's face had attracted the attention of the people around her, she coughed twice and sat upright like a lady On the seat, "I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

Alphard was tough on the surface, and he had sneaked up to Nelson behind his back, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of gift do you think my sister would like? How about a map that records the secret passages in the castle?"

"I don't think Walburga would like this thing," Nelson said slowly, straightening his knife and fork. "After all, no lady likes to crawl around in a sewer in a skirt."

"Oh! Thank you!" Alphard suddenly realized, "Isn't it a map that records the wide and secret roads that can be walked without bending over?"

"If you insist on understanding it that way, I can't refute you." Nelson stopped talking, because Dumbledore appeared in the middle of the faculty dining table again with the small silver spoon.

"Ding ding——"

The crisp metal knocking sound echoed in the auditorium. The excited freshmen sat down one after another and huddled together. The senior students heard the sound of Dumbledore knocking on the candlestick, and they had already quieted down. Only the freshmen were chatting happily. Chatting with my new friends while squeezing into seats at the long table.

"Ding ding ding—"

The second knocking sound was a little quicker, and these little guys moved a little faster, but they still didn't give up chatting with the friends they just met. They seemed to have endless energy and endless words.

"Ding ding ding... ding ding ding..."

Dumbledore raised the silver spoon again, and knocked out the rhythm of Ode to Joy on the candlestick. Everyone's hearing was attracted by the cheerful singing, and they forgot to speak, and looked at the podium in unison.

"Sure enough, music is the most precious wealth of human beings." Dumbledore blinked and opened his arms with a smile on his face. "It seems that everyone welcomes the new members of Hogwarts, but now, as Hogwarts Part of Gwartz, I hope you can welcome yourselves."

"??"

Most of the freshmen didn't realize what Dumbledore said, and everyone wrote question marks all over their heads. There was an embarrassing silence in the auditorium until McGonagall, who was sitting next to Professor Slughorn, covered his mouth chuckled.

Only then did everyone realize that Dumbledore seemed to have told a bad joke just now, so sparse laughter appeared around the auditorium and gradually became louder.

Nelson laughed heartily, not because of Dumbledore's joke, but because of Magna's familiar smile. Anyone who knows her well knows that it is a polite smile. The way you choose to respond when you make an expression.

"Ahem, let's get down to business," Dumbledore said when the students were almost laughing, "We have informed the prefects of each school about the school rules you need to abide by during school, and they will send the school rules to Every dormitory, please be sure to read carefully and abide by it."

The atmosphere in the auditorium became a little more relaxed.

"Of course, I know some people's creed is 'never obey any rules'," Dumbledore raised his wand, phantom phantoms of four-color hourglass emerged behind him, and each hourglass contained varying numbers of Pure color gemstone, "But if you deduct too many points for your own college, it will not be very good. It is worth mentioning that violating certain school rules this year is not just a minor consequence such as deducting points or being banned."

Dumbledore suddenly shut up, until a red-haired student at the long table in Gryffindor asked loudly, "Why? Are students who violate the school rules expelled?"

This should be a relative of the Weasley family, but he is not in the same grade as Nelson, and he doesn't know him either.

"Good question." Dumbledore nodded, standing in front of the table and said, "Our school didn't suddenly become so strict after a summer vacation. This is just a warm reminder from the professors. This year's school may There will be something different. Touching or stepping into areas you shouldn't enter will bring you dangers, and these dangers are basically impossible for underage wizards to solve. After all, there is a big event going to happen at Hogwarts this year -"

Dumbledore's tricks were so successful that almost everyone held their breath, anticipating what he would say next.

"In this semester, an event with a long history will be held at Hogwarts, that is—" Dumbledore raised his wand, a huge cup-shaped light appeared above his head, he paused every word, Read in a deep magnetic voice:

"Triwizard Tournament—"

"..."

("You are joking!")

Nelson looked around and found that no one spoke. It turned out that he was hallucinating. He turned his head and looked at Alphard who also had a calm face.

"What's that?" The first sentence Nelson heard came from a third-year student opposite, who seemed to have never heard of the Triwizard Tournament.

In fact, this should be the reaction that everyone should have when they hear this name. Centuries ago, the Triwizard Tournament was suspended due to the high casualty rate caused by being too dangerous. In recent centuries, all parties have been Attempts are being made to reopen this event, but the results of these attempts generally end in failure, and naturally there is no vigorous publicity. The young wizards of this generation have rarely heard of the name of the Triwizard Tournament. I heard this name in the chats with my parents and grandparents, but there are too many things that the elders can brag about. The news of the Triwizard Tournament has long been drowned in such things as "Hogwarts Butterbeer Drinking Contest" and "Quidditch Dorm Room". In the story of an event such as a friendly match.

As for the students who knew something about the Triwizard Tournament, because of the inaction of the British Ministry of Magic in terms of secrecy, they were even more unlikely to be surprised when they heard about it early.

"Wow."

Nelson clapped his hands dryly, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he secretly put his hands back.

"It seems that none of you know what the Triwizard Tournament is," Dumbledore said in an exaggerated tone, "It seems that Professor Binns has found the key points of the final exam. It’s an event with a long history...Of course, the intuitive feeling should be much better than the statement.”

Dumbledore held up his wand, suddenly, the star-studded dome of the auditorium suddenly deformed, and three huge dragon heads spewed flames and attacked the four long tables. .

The students let out a burst of exclamation, watching the dragon spewing flames and rushing towards them. Seeing this scene, Hagrid was the only one who would not be afraid. Even Nelson paused uncontrollably. Under the long table.

The faucet roared and spewed out fiery flames. The students who couldn't escape were bathed in the flames and closed their eyes in despair, but they soon discovered that the flames didn't seem to have any heat. When they opened their eyes again, they found that they were already sitting In the auditorium of the Quidditch field, I was wearing an old-fashioned school uniform, surrounded by students I didn’t know, and some weird people in strange clothes. Everyone was looking at the center of the field attentively. There was no Quidditch held there like in the past. Instead, a large black square stage was set up for the odd event. Two young wizards, a man and a woman, held their wands and stood face to face in the center of the stage, saluting each other as wizards.

"This is the last time the Triwizard Tournament was held at Hogwarts, and the clip you have seen is its third round," Dumbledore's voice came from the clouds above his head, loud and distant, "now It is a duel event. The warriors of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will have a formal wizard duel on the stage in front of you. The winner of them will have the qualification to challenge the player with the first score. Of course, the warrior with the highest score now comes from our Hogwarts."

After saluting, the two young wizards on the stage turned around and walked in opposite directions. When they reached the edge of the stage, they turned around at the same time, and spells that the audience was familiar with or had never seen poured out at each other. In an instant, the land around the stage was blown into ruins.

"Although it is a recent match, it happened two centuries ago," Dumbledore's voice continued to explain above his head, "Seven centuries ago, the first Triwizard Tournament was played by the Europeans. The three major magic academies are jointly held, aiming to conduct magic exchanges through the competition of outstanding students from each school. Initially, it will be held every five years, and the three schools will take turns to hold it. The competition system of each Triwizard Tournament is different, but overall For the Triwizard Tournament, the treasure 'Goblet of Fire' will select the three warriors who best represent them from the three schools. There are three rounds to examine the different qualities of the warriors of each school in terms of magic, what you see now is the last round, and the final winner will receive bonuses and trophies."

Accompanied by Dumbledore, the students were fascinated by the wonderful duel on the stage. It has come to an end, and the girl from Durmstrang has been unable to survive the bombardment of the Beauxbatons warrior's curse. Continue to insist, and Dumbledore will also introduce the basic competition system clearly.

Just when everyone thought the victory was over, the male voice from Beauxbatons suddenly began to release a spell that lost power to the auditorium, and the whole person had already started dancing, looking at the defenseless opponent in front of him, Durmster Lang's warrior stepped forward, pushed him lightly, and pushed him out of the ring.

The competition is about to enter the next round, but the scene in front of the audience begins to flicker rapidly, fighting dragons, exploring ancient sites, cracking poisons, searching for treasures, gentle, dangerous, complicated, exciting, etc... Countless kinds The rich competitions were staged in front of everyone like a revolving lantern, and finally it was fixed at the scene where the ultimate warrior representing the school and two other opponents raised the trophy with heavy purses.

The students in the stands didn't come back to their senses for a long time. When they digested the information they received in just a few minutes, they suddenly found that the audience around them had become the students sitting beside them.

They were excitedly discussing what they had just seen and heard. Everyone saw the game differently, which was enough for this group of energetic young people to chat for three days and three nights.

"That's right, this year's Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts. For the current wizarding world, this game is undoubtedly the most important event in recent years, and you, everyone here may Become a Hogwarts champion."

Dumbledore's words were undoubtedly a spark thrown into the powder keg, and everyone became excited, imagining the moment when they won the championship.

Nelson closed his eyes and leaned on the chair next to the long Slytherin table, pretending to be dead, feeling the motionless Alphard around him and the suddenly quiet air, Dumbledore's commentary made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"It's terrible magic..." Nelson, who was speechless in his heart, dared not move.