My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar, Mettle has come to ask you to practice dancing again."

In the Slytherin lounge, Nelson was sitting at a long table in the corner, writing hard, with parchments full of words in front of him, and a huge woven cloth sitting at the feet of Walburga sitting opposite him. bag full of letters.

These letters are the help of the Black family and even the entire Slytherin to Tom, and each envelope is filled with the analysis of every guest who participated in the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament-some of them are from people who know them well. Some of the memories come from the years of reports in the newspaper, and Borroux even specially hired someone to dig out the experiences of those guests from childhood to adulthood.

When you don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Sigmund's gourd, comprehensive preparation is the safest way to deal with it. For Borlux, this is definitely a sure-fire investment.

Neither Nelson nor Tom thought it was a fuss, and there were three days until Saturday's kickoff dance, followed by the first round of the Triwizard Tournament on Monday.

Whether it was Margaret of Beauxbatons or Ludwig of Durmstrang, they conquered the students of Hogwarts with their performance in just one week, although most of them still had a crush on Tom. Full of confidence, but no one is still holding the stupid idea of ​​"Durmstrang is nothing but black magic" and "Beauxbatons can only cultivate beautiful idiots", during the time of sharing classes with Hogwarts students Inside, not only the two warriors, but even the students who accompanied them as "additional heads" gave amazing performances, especially after the professors adjusted the content of the course to actual combat and practice.

The Hogwarts students put away their short-sightedness early on, especially Tom, who already hated the bad habit of arrogance, and he also felt a little pressure-Ludwig, who was in the seventh grade, defeated the same grade Everyone, and even more outrageous Margaret, was born with the ability to influence other people's thoughts like a spell of confusion.

After meeting Newt and Flitwick, Nelson, as Tom's "appointed assistant", devoted himself to gathering intelligence from the guests early on. Speculation is particularly important, and the warriors of the other two schools are doing similar things at the moment. Just as Nelson thought, after Sigmund's whim, the game has entered into a fever before the start of the main game competition.

The parchment in front of him was a partially completed analysis of the guests, as well as a long list of speculations about possible projects.

According to the stereotype, if the Hogwarts warrior in this Triwizard Tournament is a Gryffindor, then he may choose to face unknown challenges and dismiss this class-like preparation , but Tom is a Slytherin who is more Slytherin than any other Slytherin. For him, his unprepared chicness is certainly admirable, but all value is based on victory.

However, he was extremely stubborn towards Nelson, who had already been confirmed. He didn't want to listen to Nelson's "leaking the question" no matter what. This is the less-Slytherin quality about him.

Of course, if Sigmund said those things to Nelson that day, he was just joking. Figure 1 is fun. In the end, Nelson is indeed Tom’s dueling assistant, and he won’t even play at all. If he is really teasing everyone, then the story The development is a bit funny.

Tom from outside the lounge was holding a stack of letters, and the two students behind him were also holding a thick stack of papers. He put the letters in his hand on the table at the door. Neither Walburga nor Nelson said what he said just now. Hearing that, he wiped the bruise on his forehead with his sleeve, and shouted again: "Gnar, Mettle came to ask you to practice dancing again."

Nelson still didn't hear it, and he still kept his head buried in writing.

"Wake up," Walburga stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Nelson, "Mettle is looking for you again."

Nelson raised his head, first stunned, then stunned, and then stunned.

"What's wrong with you? Are you tortured to the point of deliriousness?"

Walburga smiled and continued to wave in front of Nelson. She was probably the happiest person present. After returning from Hogsmeade, Tom happened to meet her walking with the little sister by the Black Lake, and quickly agreed to her. Invited by her dance partner, she picked up a daze from the table, tied up her loose hair, and turned to look at Tom: "Tom, do you want to practice?"

"Forget it, let's do a simple dance." Tom quickly shook his head and refused. He took out a box of small tomatoes from his arms, walked to Nelson, and put the box next to him, half amused and half speechless Said, "Look at Gnar, what it looks like."

On the second day after inviting a dance partner, Nelson regretted it. It turned out that Myrtle said "My parents are both members of the Royal Federation of Teachers of Dancing" was not just talking, she was really professional!

The first class that morning was Potions class with Ravenclaw. During the class, she asked Nelson for a copy of the Slytherin class schedule, and Nelson gave her one without thinking.

But he never thought that this was the beginning of his nightmare.

Except when Ravenclaw is in class, Nelson will see Myrtle appearing at the door of his classroom almost every class is over, and entrusts Tom to relay a sentence, "Let's go, let's go to dance practice."

Tom thought it was amusing, and always took the trouble to tell her the story, but it was a pain for Nelson. When Myrtle took him to the tapestry where the troll club hit Silly Panama on the eighth floor of the castle, Nelson was a little surprised at first. Thinking that Myrtle could find the Room of Requirement, when Myrtle called out the door and opened it, and saw the practice room surrounded by two mirrored walls, Nelson gave a "thump" in his heart.

In any case, he never thought that the invited Myrtle would practice dancing so crazily, as if she would not give up until she trained him as a professional dancer.

But how can a few days be enough for a person to go from scratch to specialize in a skill? Myrtle thought of a stupid way. After choosing a movement, she kept practicing and practicing.

Rao is that Nelson's physical fitness is different from ordinary people, and after a few days, he can't bear it anymore.

He hasn't figured out until now why he, who carries weight every day and often climbs towers to exercise, is so tired by Myrtle who looks so weak, especially when the movements she designed for him are full of high speed Under the premise of such difficult movements as rotation and air roll.

"It looks like you're going to be the prettiest boy at the ball." Walburga became even more cheerful, she simply stretched out her hand and pushed Nelson's shoulder, waking him up who was pretending to be asleep or dead.

"Hurry up, Gnar, Myrtle is waiting outside." Tom picked out a small tomato and threw it into his mouth, and then grabbed a handful for Walburga, and said, "You can take this Give Mettle a box of tomatoes, and if you get tired from dancing, at least you won't die of thirst."

Alphard once suspected that Myrtle was actually doing something bad after calling Nelson away, so he specifically asked his sister to occupy the Room of Response in advance, and he and Tom followed Nelson and Myrtle who could only move to the empty activity room. Mother, after observing secretly for three hours, he was surprised to find that these two people had really been dancing all the time!

"well……"

Nelson sighed, grabbed the box on the table, and stood up propped on the back of the chair.

Nelson didn't even want to say anything to keep himself from getting thirsty too quickly.

Tom happily took Nelson's seat and took over from him wrestling with the pile of parchment.

Nelson took off his school robe and draped it over the empty chair beside Tom. The thousand-year-old chair, still as solid as new, creaked under the weight.

"Help me look at my clothes, Tom." Nelson said weakly, pulling his wand out of his pocket and holding it in his hand.

"No problem, let's go, come on," Tom glanced at the stool with Nelson's clothes on it with a bright smile, and sighed, "It's so heavy, won't the chair be crushed?"

"Probably not," Nelson shook his head, "but if it's really broken, you can lift the floor tiles next to it."

"What?"

"You'll find a bunch of repair parts wrapped in oiled paper underneath, and if you can't fix it, just dig further down."

"What can we dig up? A new chair?"

"No," Nelson walked to the door of the lounge, adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror at the door, put on a relaxed expression, and said, "You will find a German engineer."

"What are you talking about? You've started talking nonsense, are you really out of your mind?"

Nelson did not explain the charm of German industry to Tom, he had already opened the door and left the lounge.

"Hi, Nelson!"

Myrtle was standing in the doorway, her big eyes fixed on Nelson who pushed the door open, and he almost shrank back in fright.

"Good afternoon, Myrtle."

Nelson raised his wand-holding hand in greeting.

"Let's go, we're still going there today."

Myrtle went first, and Nelson followed her on heavy legs.

Gradually, Nelson with longer legs kept up with Myrtle, and the two became side by side. Interestingly, when Nelson walked in the castle by himself, there was a high probability that he would be attacked by stairs, but when he and When Myrtle walks, the stairs are as gentlemanly as a real staircase.

"What's that?" Myrtle looked at the box in Nelson's hand.

"Little tomatoes," Nelson explained, "This is Tom's favorite fruit. He heard that we have been practicing hard recently, so he gave me a box."

"Oh," said Myrtle, nodding her head vigorously, "but aren't tomatoes a vegetable?"

"..." Nelson was silent for a moment, then handed the wooden box to Myrtle, "Help me get it."

After that, he turned sideways, stretched his hand to the stairs that had just rotated to the side, grabbed two bottles from Dwight who was passing by holding several bottles of butter beer, turned his head and said, "I'll give you back a dozen at that time!"

Before Dwight could protest, he was taken away by the spiral staircase.

"By the way, Nelson," Myrtle said suddenly when she walked up to the seventh floor, "Aren't you a little tired? Let's stop for a while after today's practice. I think you have basically mastered it. When the dance starts, we will stop." It’s good to find the feeling again.”

Listening to Myrtle's words, Nelson froze for a moment, and remained silent for a moment.

"Mettle, I just mastered it basically." Nelson twisted his neck, feeling a pain in his shoulders, and he practiced a lifting movement many times, "Many movements are not proficient, let's practice hard, Such a good dance, it's a pity not to dance well."

It's not because Nelson suddenly discovered his love for dancing, but from the very beginning, he felt Myrtle's strong desire to dance this dance well, although Nelson didn't quite understand Myrtle's thoughts The reason, but he felt that her obsession with this dance was even comparable to Tom's obsession with wanting to win the championship.

It seems that for her, being able to dance this dance well is her biggest dream.

This is the dance partner I chose, how can I ruin other people's dreams in a muddle-headed way? With a self-deprecating smile, Nelson walked up the last flight of stairs.

There are many worthless people in the world, or people who think they are worthless. When every once worthless person finds his own shining point, he will reach out and hold it desperately.

Myrtle may be such a person, she is not good enough, not even bad enough, she is not good enough to be a heartthrob, not bad enough to make a lot of friends-everyone looks around and sees If you don't see such a person, maybe this person is yourself.

She used to be anxious for a long time because of her image, grades, and even popularity. It was not until the fifth grade teacher opened that this anxiety was relieved a little. She was indeed useless. That one, when she had a wand and became a wizard, she was also the most ordinary one.

Since she was a child, her only commendable specialty is the dance her parents taught her, but this insignificant specialty may never be used in her life, and she can't even find a dance partner.

Until this year, Myrtle learned that Hogwarts was about to hold a major event, which had nothing to do with her, but there would be a dance before the event, and one of the few people she didn't hate One, invite yourself to be his dance partner.

"I must dance this song well!" Mytel's thoughts are so simple.

"I want a room where I can help Myrtle perform a perfect dance." When Myrtle was about to open the Room of Requirement, Nelson had already moved one step ahead of her.