My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The class in the first week was very loose, and most people, including some teachers, did not pay attention to the class. In each class, a group of students sitting by the window could be seen staring longingly at the black darkness outside the window. The lake seems to be expecting a mermaid to emerge from it.

In fact, on Tuesday morning, Dumbledore made an announcement.

"The formalities and preparations for Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have been done, and you will be able to see them next Tuesday."

He sat at the long table casually and said while cutting toast, as if he was talking about an ordinary household matter.

The students who caught up with this breakfast instantly became excited. For them who lacked information, this news was not too exciting.

"It seems that everyone is looking forward to it." Dumbledore seemed not very interested, or he didn't sleep well last night, so he yawned and said, "Remember to prepare, we have a holiday next Tuesday, at eight o'clock in the morning, please be in class Gather at the edge of the Black Lake under the guidance of the chief."

After finishing speaking, he left the long table with the tray, without giving the excited students a second chance to ask questions.

This notice directly affected the five-day course from Tuesday to next Monday. Taking Professor Slughorn as an example, during the two classes, he spent two-thirds of the time imagining "About my return to the young He expressed his good wishes to the students in the audience, and he also promised the students of Slytherin that as long as the warrior comes from Slytherin, he will be the champion of the Slytherin students. Students prepare a special gift.

In comparison, the one with the best teaching quality and classroom atmosphere is McGonagall who has just arrived. At this moment, she can already be called Professor McGonagall.

Nelson originally thought that because there were three classes of students who had studied with her at Hogwarts, she might not be as majestic as other professors, but Nelson discovered after taking the class that his thoughts were true. It was dead wrong.

For most people in grades 5, 6 and 7, their impression of McGonagall is more about her sincerity and meticulousness when she was a prefect, and her unreasonable mouth, which actually makes them even more afraid of her up.

As for the students in the lower and middle grades, they were overwhelmed by Mag's unique skill early on. In the previous transformation class, they had never seen the cat on the podium turned into a professor to teach themselves, which made McGonagall's popularity Infinitely elevated at Hogwarts.

Soon, the classmates recognized this young teacher who was not much older than herself, and Mag was very upbeat. She transformed into a teacher without any hindrance, and became more and more familiar with teaching work.

Although Dumbledore is very good, who can say no to a young, beautiful, powerful transfiguration professor who can transform into a cat? As for the small disadvantage of too much homework, it becomes trivial.

The only one who was worried was Nelson. After all, McGonagall had expressed anger over his leaving school for several years, and did not give him any good looks in class, but a week later, Mag did not ask him to go to the office During the conversation, Nelson knew very well that although the questioning after the winter can take two days longer than the settlement after the autumn, it needs to pay interest...

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"I don't know how they will appear on the stage. I have checked specifically. As a stage to show the strength of the school, the other two schools that are the hosts of each Triwizard Tournament often use the most unique and shocking appearances. Way."

Standing at the head of the team, Tom took over the baton from Nelson, who was emptying himself, and took on the responsibility of "Encyclopedia of Magic". is the most expensive."

"I guess Beauxbaton's students will turn into a group of murlocs and crawl out of the water, and then drag the prefect standing at the front into the black lake and tie them up with water plants." Alfred looked at Tom's back and snickered, but It was Professor Slughorn's hand on top of his head that responded.

"Blake, I just said that I seem to have forgotten something." Seeing that the team was already noisy under Alphard's leadership, Professor Slughorn frowned and approached from behind, pinching the top of Alphard's head with his broad hands, He gritted his teeth and asked, "It seems that you have a good memory, why did you forget to hand in my homework alone?"

Tom chuckled silently, and the perpetrator walked out of the scene, gloating and running away.

"Teach...professor?" Alphard clashed his upper and lower teeth, and shivered. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or fear, "Wh...what is it?"

"You haven't handed in your homework for the first week?" Professor Slughorn said grimly, "Perhaps for the sake of Hogwarts' image, I should send you to solitary confinement."

"Professor, people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be staying at Hogwarts for a while." Tom persuaded at the right time.

"You're right, Tom," Professor Slughorn nodded, scratched his chin, and suddenly realized, "Maybe I should write to Borlux and ask him to take the expelled students away from the school." , just a few days later, the school directors will also come to attend the opening ceremony."

Alphard calmed down immediately, with a sad face, and shrank in place like a quail.

Seeing him like this, Professor Slughorn left with his hands behind his back, satisfied.

"If they really crawled out as murlocs, do you know what to do?" Tom asked, walking past Alphard in the same posture as Professor Slughorn.

"I'll gag them with me."

"Very good," Tom, who returned to the queue, nodded with satisfaction as the scheduled arrival time was getting closer, "I can come and pick up your homework when I go back at night."

Alphard felt relieved, straightened his collar, and closed his mouth.

"I don't know how they will appear on stage?" The question at the beginning was raised again, and Tom slapped Nelson's shoulder, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, you can fall asleep standing up."

"Anyone is fine." Nelson stretched his waist, raised his hand and patted himself on the shoulder, a silver streamer flashed across his body, he twisted his neck, and asked, "Are they here? "

"Not yet." Tom shook his head, looked at the small silver ball that suddenly appeared in Nelson's hand, and asked, "You seem to have put something on yourself just now?"

"A set of pajamas is nothing more than a set of pajamas," Nelson said, waving his hand. "The combination of armor and pajamas allows you to fall asleep freely at any time and in any state. You can put all your strength on the clothes."

"How much for one?" Alphard interjected before Tom could ask, "Sounds like it would work."

"No, my neck is a little sore." Nelson rubbed his neck and asked, "When will they arrive?"

On the Monday morning of the second week of school, the students crowded to the Black Lake early, standing in the already bleak autumn wind, at eight o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright, and almost all the students of Hogwarts came out in full force, fully dressed, A square array of four colors stood by the lake and waited for the other two schools who came to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

The students around talked a lot, and even Nelson and his party joined the discussion.

"Durmstrang's means of transportation is a boat." Hearing Tom and Alphard's new bet, Nelson said vowedly, "Why don't you bet with me?"

"Mrs. Climans said that gambling will blind every prophet's spirituality." Tom refused, "But I still think the ship is unreliable, even if it is a ghost ship, it will not cause too much shock. "

"Doesn't gambling blind everyone's intelligence?" Nelson protested.

No one paid attention to him, Alphard struggled for a moment, seemed to recall the tragic experience during the sorting ceremony, finally made up his mind, turned around and said loudly, "I believe in the true prophet!"

As soon as the words fell, as if he was the real prophet, the center of the black lake suddenly boiled like a boil, and rare waves hit the originally calm shore one after another.

"It's a boat, look!"

Alphard excitedly pointed to the center of the black lake, and saw a towering column rising slowly in the middle of the roiled mist on the lake. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I know, it's a mast! Haha Tom, give me the money !"

The "mast" is still rising slowly, like an iceberg exposed on the sea level, people can't guess what's underneath, but it seems that its appearance is far from that of a ship. Witnessing this scene All of them are trying to connect the things stored in their minds with the silhouettes in front of them, but without exception, they all fail. Only the ever-rising "mast" is still growing upwards, and finally stops after a few minutes step.

At this moment, only Alphard was still stubborn, "This must be an erected ship."

Nelson also frowned, "Isn't it a ship?"

The fog on the lake also cooperatingly covered this guest with a veil of mystery. Dumbledore, who was at the front of the team, took a step forward, preparing to dispel the fog.

But Durmstrang moved faster than him, and a shock wave from the inside to the outside instantly blew away the fog on the lake like a windstorm, and the strong wind caused people by the lake to squint their eyes and make resistance attitude.

Several professors and deans took a step forward together, and the students were protected by the tight-fitting transparent barrier.

Finally, the whole picture of the mysterious visitor caught everyone's eyes, and Nelson covered his mouth in surprise.

The one sitting in the middle of the Black Lake is not a ghost ship, but a tower.

A stone, simple black tower taller than Hogwarts Castle stands majestically in the middle of the lake. It looks very much like the legendary Sword in the Stone. Soon, the windows on the black tower begin to glow. The streamer's magic pattern connects the light spots on the tower body, forming a pattern with a circle as the base and the interior filled with triangles and straight lines.

Nelson saw that Dumbledore's face turned ugly for an instant, but changed into a welcoming smile a second later.

The black tower cracked and swelled outward along the magic pattern of the streamer, and soon became larger, and now its specifications were comparable to those of the black towers in Nurmengard.

From the position of the black tower close to the water surface, a suspension bridge was slowly lowered, and extended rapidly during the falling process. It took more than ten seconds to extend from the center of the lake to the shore. A wizard in a gray robe led two Neat rows of students walked along the suspension bridge to the shore, which seemed to be hundreds of kilometers away, and it took them only a few seconds to complete the walk.

Dumbledore took a step forward and held out his hand, "Sigmund, welcome to Hogwarts."

"Ah, thank you for your hospitality, Albus," said Durmstrang's principal, who had a fashionable mustache and a very short cropped head showing the green skin underneath, but his features were extremely soft, with a bronzed face There are two sunburns left by wearing glasses. He is slightly shorter than Dumbledore, and his voice and words are unusually gentle. He didn't hold Dumbledore's hand for the first time, but bent slightly and said sincerely, "Sorry, my students haven't seen such a big lake, that's why I put the black tower there, I'm really sorry."

After saying these words, he took off the black leather gloves on his hands and shook hands with Dumbledore.

"It's okay, these are nothing." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Do you want to stay in the castle first or wait for Beauxbatons together?"

"Wait a minute," Sigmund didn't ask the students for their opinions, and the students behind him in standard black robes lined up in four rows in an orderly manner, standing next to the phalanx of the four colleges, if not Standing too neatly, they might really blend in with the environment, "I haven't seen anyone from Beauxbatons for a long time, not to mention the principal, even the students."

"A few years ago, their situation was a bit difficult, so they hid the entrance." Dumbledore explained, "After all, the German Muggles did that kind of thing."

"So that's how it is!" Sigmund raised his eyebrows, and said in a strange way, "I'll tell you what's going on, why Durmstrang has had more and more freshmen in the past two years."

"That's really a good thing. Your sneaky pursuit of writing admission letters to French school-age children before the age of eleven paid off so quickly," a female voice joined the conversation between the two unceremoniously, "Steal Just have fun, is yin and yang strangeness a requirement for your school to promote management?"

"Oh, dear Constance..." Sigmund showed a surprised expression, and the next second, the expression froze on his face.

A huge claw protruded from the clouds above the head, spread its wings covering the sky and rushed down, stepped heavily on the spire of the black tower, shaking off several pieces of rubble, it turned out to be a man in his prime Dragon! There was a thick shackle around its neck, thick chains were strung on the scales on its back, reaching deep into the clouds, and soon, three iron chains hung down, and there were three other such giant dragons.