My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gal, watch out!"

Newt's voice came from the small ball in Nelson's ear: "The intelligence is wrong, everyone they came is silent."

Nelson looked at the empty seat beside him speechlessly, touched the armrest that was still hot, and picked up the small silver ball used for communication.

After reporting his safety, Nelson complained: "You can speak later, it won't be too late to write a letter and burn it to me after I die."

As soon as the voice fell, a violent earthquake-like vibration spread throughout the entire castle. The floor of the auditorium trembled, and the people on the dance floor, the tableware on the table, and the simple wooden band stage all began to shake.

The music of the band stopped abruptly. Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the dome. The vibration soon stopped. Except for some overturned cups, it was as if nothing had happened in the auditorium.

"It seems that there was an accident in the program we prepared for everyone." Dumbledore's loud voice sounded in the auditorium, "The fireworks are set off early, let's continue dancing. Music and dancing cannot be disturbed by anything."

After all, a ball of fire appeared where he was standing, the fire dissipated, and Dumbledore disappeared. The band members picked up their instruments, and cheerful dance music sounded in the auditorium again.

"Fireworks?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, and all the Hogwarts professors who participated in the dance disappeared. Only the sociable Professor Slughorn remained in the auditorium and exchanged glasses with the guests.

"No?" Nelson scratched his head. "Didn't you say that Hogwarts forbids the use of apparition? Why did they all fly away?"

A huge roar spread into the ears of everyone in the auditorium. The sound came from above. Everyone looked at the top of their heads. At some point, the dome of the auditorium was replaced with a transparent one, and the star map was replaced by a real brilliant starry sky. There, blossoming Blooming fireworks overwhelm the light from distant stars.

"It actually set off fireworks."

Nelson raised his head, leaned his neck on the back of the chair, and enjoyed the shocking fireworks show. Under the rendering of colorful fireworks, the monotonous night presented an unprecedented beauty. The fly in the ointment was that there seemed to be magic The curse is mixed in the fireworks, trying to fish in troubled waters.

"It's pretty nice."

Tom, who was sweating from jumping, appeared on the sidelines, sat on the chair that Grindelwald had just snatched away, unscrewed the stopper of the butter beer on the table and drank "tons and tons".

"True, but I've always felt that, while magical fireworks are grander, Muggle ones are more imaginative."

"Come on, you didn't see Muggle fireworks at all, you probably saw the bombing of the London air raid."

"..."

"By the way, I just inquired about it. The warriors of Durmstrang are masters of dueling. If you want to make a duel your 'project', I suggest you prepare a lot." Tom finished off a whole bottle of butterbeer and grabbed another After drinking a bottle, it seemed that he was really thirsty. After his dry throat was moist enough, he continued, "If you are killed by him, I will laugh at you for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry, my 'express' is coming soon, you will be surprised," Nelson said nonchalantly, "How about we make a bet? Just bet that I will knock him down within a few moves."

"Huh?" Looking at the confident expression on Nelson's face, Tom thought for a moment, raised his right hand, stretched out five fingers, and said, "Five, within five spells, if you can't defeat him within five moves, you You had to call me 'The Great Lord Riddle' while I was at school."

"Five? You're confident in me," Nelson said, shaking his head ruthlessly. "I can tell you, can you? It's too shameful, and if I win, what will you call me?" Great Lord Williams'? That's too dumb for me."

"Indeed..." Tom held his chin, thought for a moment, and suddenly slammed his right fist hard into his left palm, making a "snap" sound, his eyes flashed with excitement and sly light, "I see, I'll call you 'Great Lord Dark Lord'! No, I'll let everyone call you 'Great Lord Dark Lord'! That's it, Gnar!"

"Do I need to sign an unbreakable oath with you?"

Nelson was too lazy to refute Tom, who seemed to be five years younger at the moment. He took the bottle of butter beer on Tom's table and looked at the alcohol content that should not have been written on it.

"Sorry to tell you, Tom," Nelson said, spreading his hand, "it doesn't look like butterbeer, the one you killed was equivalent to—"

"boom!"

Tom threw himself on the table.

"—whiskey." Nelson picked up a napkin and covered Tom's face. "I hope you wake up and forget what stupid things you said tonight."

"What happened to Tom?"

Walburga came running red and having fun on the dance floor. She looked content.

"I drank the wrong thing at the wrong time." Nelson picked up the bottle and shook it at Walburga. There were not many people left on the dance floor at the moment, only scattered people who could still dance, among them The two tall figures were unusually abrupt.

"Walburga, can you give me a hand, or call your brother over, I think Tom might have to go to the school hospital, he's never had so much alcohol before."

Nelson had already held one of Tom's arms, cast a lightening spell on him, and complained to Walburga: "This is a real dance, can't there be some restrictions on alcoholic beverages? Let minors drink How bad."

"Really!" Walburga waved her fist, looking even more dissatisfied than Nelson, but she took Tom's other arm without slowing down.

The two supported Tom and walked towards the gate of the auditorium. Meg, who met halfway, seemed to be ready to dance with Myrtle.

"Gnar, you are braver than me, in fact, you should be the warrior..."

On the way to the school hospital, Nelson was attacked by the stairs again, and because of this stagger, Tom woke up a little bit, flushed, and mumbled nonsense.

"Warriors are not arranged according to their looks."

The lights dimmed, and after a while, the three of them arrived at the last staircase, which was the school hospital.

"Hahahaha, you're drunk, Gnar, do you think I'm uglier than you?" Tom, who put his whole weight on the two of them, stretched out his hand and patted the back of Walburga's head, "Strange ...Why is your hair so long? But it doesn't matter! You are braver than me, really, you are much stronger than me for the things we have experienced together!"

"You bastard..." Panting, Nelson wanted to throw Tom down the stairs, so that he could just roll to the door of Miss Joy's office, and drink a bottle of Bone Spirit by the way after the alcoholism was solved, " Do you know more about the Triwizard Tournament than the Goblet of Fire?"

"I don't understand, but Dumbledore..." Tom muttered two more unintelligible words, and lowered his head.

"Walburga, please help him on my back, it's not convenient for the two of us to drive him on this narrow staircase." Nelson turned to look at Walburga, "By the way, you may have to pay attention to me , Recently, this staircase seems to be in a trance, and it often targets me."

"Okay," Walburga helped Nelson carry Tom on his back, and asked curiously, "you two...do you usually do this?"

"Of course not." Nelson shook his head and stepped up the stairs. "We don't usually drink."

"I mean...nothing." Walburga shook his head, raised his wand, and carefully illuminated Nelson's feet.

"Tom, don't you think you're worse than me?"

"No," said Tom, who was awake but not quite awake, "if the dragon had been left to choose, I'm sure he'd have chosen me in the end, but... you know, he did that kind of thing. "

"You're wrong, Tom, I can see clearly," Nelson shook his head, almost pushed Tom's head to the side, but fortunately Walbuga took a step forward to support him, "You just think that Professor Dumbledore will Do this kind of thing, so he did it, in fact, you are the one who was finally chosen by Hogwarts."

Above Nelson's head, a fat cat with a question mark painted on its face squatted on the squeaky chandelier, and beside it, a thin shadow was holding a wrench on the screws that fixed the chandelier, but saw The student under his feet was sending his friend to the school hospital, so he slowed down his movements after all.

"I'm so merciful, don't you think so? Kitty cat."

Question Mark turned his head to the side, not really wanting to talk to him.

...

"Albus, you see, in order to help you out of this trouble, I didn't even have time to drink the wine I just brought."

On the spire of the castle, Grindelwald knocked down a tile and built a simple platform where he could sit. Looking at the twinkling stars on the dark lake in the distance, Grindelwald said with a smile.

"..."

After arranging for the professor to return to the auditorium, Dumbledore returned to the place where the fireworks had just been set off, and saw Grindelwald sitting on the roof and counting the stars.

"Gellert, you can count the reflections without counting the stars," Dumbledore said softly standing in mid-air with his back to Grindelwald, "There will be ripples on the calmest lake, as long as it is enough to crush those Reflection, the numbers you have counted will turn into a phantom even more unreal than the mirror."

"Oh." Grindelwald simply answered him.

"Is this your warning? Or a threat?"

"Albus, do you think the number of stars really wants to count how many stars there are?" Grindelwald did not respond to Dumbledore's guess, but said lightly, "There are so many stars in the universe, how many stars are there?" The stars are just for counting the stars, if you don't try, how will you know that there are countless stars in the sky?"

This moment is just like that moment.

Dumbledore felt the breeze on his face, as if he had returned to that morning when he and Grindelwald fell from the top of the Eiffel Tower while embracing him. The evening breeze was very pleasant, but his face was sorely scratched.

"It seems that they really have nothing to do with you." Dumbledore was relieved, "I think, no matter how extreme you are, you would not do such a stupid thing to die together."

"I still recognize Newt Scamander's skill in catching people." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, looked over Dumbledore's back, and looked at the forest in the distance, "If I only want your Fate, in Norway, there are not many wizards left in Europe."

"If you could kill me that time, I could lock you up again."

Fortunately, there was no audience for their conversation. It was simply two riddlers playing riddles on the roof.

"I'm so happy," Grindelwald clapped his hands. "In terms of self-confidence, we can always reach a consensus very quickly like today."

"Let's get straight to the point, Gellert," Dumbledore turned around suddenly, staring at Grindelwald with fiery eyes, "I don't care what you want, I just want the children in this school to stay out of danger. "

"Of course, do you think that what I did tonight was for this? I didn't expect those Muggle lunatics to be able to do this." Grindelwald asked back, "But have you ever thought about it? The 'kids' who keep them safe are stronger than you think and don't need your protection at all?"

"Of course I know," Dumbledore gave an unexpected answer to Grindelwald, "They don't need it, but it doesn't mean that I can let it go, Gellert, since you can see the future, why should you be here?" Are you talking to me in vain here?"

"Oh?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "Since this is the sincerity of this country, then I want a grand event."

"Yes." Dumbledore replied without hesitation.

"I want you to give the same grand stage to anyone other than the Warriors."

"no problem."

"Put away your pointless targeting."

"I never targeted anyone but you, Gellert," Dumbledore shook his head, "put away your meaningless speculation."

"Hehe, interesting," Grindelwald put away his smile and said after a moment of silence, "I want to know the whereabouts of Aurelius Dumbledore."

"I don't know any more than you do."

"I believe you," Grindelwald nodded, "I want you to try to avoid Constance Rousseau from contacting Nelson."

"What do you want from him?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a look of sullenness, "I can give you what you want, let him go."

"Let it go? I never thought of seeking anything from a young wizard with nothing. I just want to watch him get better and better."

"Good? What is good?" Dumbledore turned back to Grindelwald, "If your goodness is based on you, then I can't imagine anyone being worse."

"A duel? Albus, we haven't had a fight in...decades."

"..."

"Okay, for a change, I want two front row tickets."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, Albus, you danced very well tonight."

"..."

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