My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

While Tom was checking his wand, Nelson was busy on the terrace on the top of the Ravenclaw tower. An owl threw a huge package at his feet, looking at the cube package that was two meters high and two meters wide in front of him, He felt a little sorry for the palm-sized owl, and couldn't help but want to pet it.

But this small and cute owl has a somewhat arrogant temper. It dodged to avoid Nelson's touch, and rushed to the owl room behind him, and quickly disappeared among the group of chirping owls.

"Have a personality, I like it," Nelson said softly, "I will find you when I send packages in the future."

"Whoosh!"

A small black figure rushed out of the owl room and landed in Nelson's hands.

It was the little owl, rubbing its head against Nelson's palm and making an adorable expression.

"Good boy, I will choose those big guys next time I send a package."

The little owl pecked Nelson's index finger in satisfaction, and hopped back to the owl room.

"Need help? Nelson, your box looks heavy."

"No, I'll just use the Levitation Charm to move it back," Nelson politely declined, and after he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head, "Professor Dumbledore, why are you here? I thought you were arranging the venue for the competition."

"Oh, in order to prevent us from cheating, I think it's better to leave the work of arranging the venue to Constance," Dumbledore blinked, and stepped forward to support the box, "So I volunteered to take over and inform the contestants The job is up to you, Nelson."

"Ah? So fast?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "I thought it was still half an hour away from the game."

"Waiting will always make your concept of time blurred. In fact, there are still fifteen minutes before the game will start." Dumbledore raised his head and looked towards the direction of the Black Lake outside the terrace. "You have to move it to where?"

Nelson looked towards the Black Lake in Dumbledore's direction. The calm waters of the Black Lake were filled with rough water at the moment. A witch in a golden robe stood on a floating stone, floating above the Black Lake. , her figure was so far away that there was only a small dot left, but Nelson still judged from her color that it was Beauxbaton's principal, Professor Constance.

The giant dragon pulling Beauxbaton's big ship got rid of the shackles of the chains, and was roaring and spreading its wings above her head, blocking a piece of the sun. The dragon was carrying a huge metal platform on its back, and the edge of the platform was shining with magic patterns. Hui Guang, on the platform, strangely shaped magical animals are waiting solemnly, waiting for the guests.

"That's Newt. He hid gems on every magical animal. Warriors can only go to the next level if they get three gems," Dumbledore explained. It's easy, but if he wants to attack...then he will be attacked by all the magical animals, even I can't bear it."

This is just a corner of the venue for the first round of the Triwizard Tournament. In addition to the platform where Newt is, there are also various floating buildings distributed over the Black Lake. They are connected by thick black steel cables:

There is a long and thin standard duel field on a cursed floating boulder, in which Flitwick is waiting for the challenge of the warrior, and only after defeating him can he go to the next level.

A huge silver crucible belonged to a very famous potion master in France. His test project was to jump into the crucible and climb out again. The crucible was full of poisonous mist and traps made of potions. materials to resist these poisons.

A mini pastry-shaped castle, which belongs to another witch who came from France. It is said that she has a research on the mind that transcends the age. Her castle hides various monsters that affect the mind, and the warriors need to enter through the front door and climb up. Go to the fourth floor and leave.

In an octagonal iron prison, there was a test from another student of Durmstrang. Nelson once had a chance with him. It was that strange guy with a hooked nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Unfortunately, After that day, Nelson never saw him again and had no idea what he was good at.

Several ropeways protruding from various venues lead to the lake water of the Black Lake. In the lake is a level from a famous German adventurer. As long as you can dive underwater and find the key he prepared, you can pass the level. Of course, in the water There are also many "surprises" prepared for the Warriors.

Except for the student of Durmstrang, these checkpoints were basically the same as Nelson's guess based on the collected materials, but it was a pity that among the more than 30 candidates, only six were selected in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Are they going to challenge every level? When does this have to be played?" Nelson asked curiously.

"No, as long as you reach the end point." Dumbledore pointed to a black tower in the clouds, "That's a venue that a friend of yours who didn't want to be named lent you for free. These levels are connected to each other, as long as Pass two of them, and you will reach the final level, which is the black tower that your friend gave you."

"..." Nelson held his forehead, praying that he would not see a statue in front of the black tower.

"As long as they pass your challenge first, they can end the game." Dumbledore said, "But, compared to this, shouldn't we go there earlier?"

"Wait a minute, professor." Nelson opened the package with his wand, and there were pieces of silver ingots that "had undergone some magical processing" inside. He nodded and waved his wand, and the silver ingots in the package disappeared one by one. A few seconds later, He looked up, "Let's go, Professor Dumbledore."

"OK."

Dumbledore stared intently at Nelson's pockets, holding his arm, leaving the empty parcels on the floor which soon turned into a pumpkin carriage, and in a short while Nelson was transported to the house of friends from whom he did not want to be named. The top of the black tower presented as a gift.

Dumbledore left quickly, and a few seconds later, the auditorium by the Black Lake flew up, carrying students from the three schools and the judges and guests into the air, and stopped in front of a grass-green bubble, here is The best place to watch the game, you can see all levels except the bottom and the black tower.

As the organizer, how could Hogwarts have not thought of this? There are three huge water polos floating around the auditorium. After the game officially starts, they will display the images of the three warriors in real time.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The much-anticipated Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!"

The loud and passionate male voice resounded through the sky. Today's host is a professional Quidditch commentator who has commented on the 15th World Cup. He quickly mobilized the audience's emotions, and three water polo players quickly appeared. The high-definition big face of the warrior.

"It can be seen that our three warriors are as puzzled as the audience present. Before the game started, they knew nothing about the competition system! Their goal will be to break through at least two checkpoints, and finally climb to the top of the black tower. At the top, they will face the most powerful wizards in various fields, pass their tests, and gain their approval! This will be an adventure full of unknowns! Every contestant does not know what is going on in the level they face. What is it, this will be the most comprehensive and detailed test of magic! Three warriors, you must be careful from the moment you choose your route!"

The starting point is located in the very center of all levels. The three of Tom are crowded on a one-meter-square platform, wrapped in green bubbles. Three ropeways connect Newt’s Fantastic Beasts platform, Flitwick’s duel arena and the three in the water. checkpoint.

The excited Ludwig was cleaning his wand.

Margaret looked indifferent, but her slightly trembling hands when she took out her glasses still revealed a trace of tension in her heart.

Tom raised his head and looked firmly at the black tower in the clouds.

The expressions of the three were very different, but there was no fear.

"It seems that even if we choose different paths, we will meet at the end. Is there a confrontation in the first round?" Ludwig looked at the two people beside him and said with a smile.

"Maybe we won't reach the end." Tom lowered his head and said expressionlessly. With a flick of his arm, the yew wand fell into his hand. "If we meet at the same level, the confrontation will be advanced."

"How about we fight here now?" Margaret suggested, "Maybe it will be easier that way."

"No, I can't wait to find my friend."

Tom shook his head. At the same time, the green bubble burst with a "pop", and the surrounding scene fell in front of the three of them. Looking at the iron chain in front of them, Tom stepped on it without hesitation.

"The game begins! The warriors are starting!" The commentator shouted passionately, "The first warrior to make a choice is... oh! It's the youngest, Tom Marvolo from Hogwarts. Riddle! He's on his feet, and the path he's chosen is—"

Hearing the voice of commentary coming from under his feet, Nelson also became excited. A professional commentary is a professional commentator, but he still looks forward to what will happen if the commentator is Alphard.

"—He chose Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts test! Could it be that our Riddler warrior is someone who knows everything about Fantastic Beasts? Or is he confident that he can fight against all the monsters on the dragon's back alone? What about Fantastic Beasts?" The commentary did not forget to popularize science with the audience, "Newt Scamander is a world-renowned expert on Fantastic Beasts, and his book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" has been rated as the most authoritative illustrated book of Fantastic Beasts in history. , was selected as a textbook for courses related to magical animals in ten magic schools..."

Tom walked quickly and had reached the middle of the ropeway.

"Our second warrior also made his choice, he is a warrior from Durmstrang, Ludwig Kant! He once won the Durmstrang Duel Championship in fifth grade !His choice was- oh!!He chose Filius Flitwick's duel test!" The commentator shouted quickly, "Filius Flitwick once achieved by his subtle magic like sewing He is the champion of the European Dueling Competition and is a famous dueling master. Is our young dueling champion the first to choose to challenge a wizard who has already won the highest dueling honor? How brave!"

Tom turned his head and looked at Ludwig behind him. The two did not take the same ropeway, but the distance between the two checkpoints was very close. Ludwig also cast his gaze on Tom, and the two nodded to each other. Go in your own direction.

"The one who made the final choice was Margaret Sagan." The commentator drank his saliva and moistened his throat. "Now there is only the last way left for her. In other words, she is going to choose between the first test and the previous one." The same for two warriors? Oh! What is she doing?"

The eyes of the audience were drawn to Margaret, who gracefully saluted the audience, raised her wand, and took a deep leap.

"She—she—she—"

The commentator said "she" three times in a row, and finally said, "She chose to go to the bottom of the lake to find the key!"

I saw Margaret stretching her body in the air and falling rapidly under the action of the acceleration of gravity. Feeling the sound of the wind, she closed her eyes. When she approached the lake, her skirt fluttered by the strong wind was like a flexible fish tail.

In the process of falling, her body kept shrinking, scales grew on her body, and she turned into a red fish while breathing!

"It's not easy, but our last warrior, a witch from France, shocked everyone! She turned into a fish! When the fish enters the water, it will be her world to roam!"

Marguerite entered the water without a splash.

"Come on, Tom," Nelson said, standing on the edge of the tower, looking down, "Go and get back the low-hanging glory."

Listening to the voice and cheers from the commentator, knowing that Tom had reached Newt's checkpoint, Nelson turned around and came to the spiral staircase leading directly to the bottom of the black tower. This tower only has the basic structure of the tower body and the stairs. There was nothing like it, like a gun barrel. Nelson looked at the dark interior of the tower, raised his hand, and a silver lighter appeared in his hand.

He lit the torch that was at hand.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The torches inserted next to the spiral staircase are lit up one by one from top to bottom.

His arms were outstretched, and his robes did not budge even in the high winds.

Wisps of silver light flew out from his pockets, collar, and cuffs, pouring down like mercury, and pouring into the empty tower like a waterfall.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

The fine impact sound reflected back and forth between the circular walls, and completed a brisk concerto in conjunction with the black tower.

"If you can climb up, you will win."

Listening to the sound of gears snapping inside the black tower, Nelson took out another folding stool in his pocket, and after a while, he took out a folding stool. He pointed to the crude folding stool with his wand, and it quickly became a folding stool. Put a gorgeous high-back chair.

Nelson sat in the center of the tower with his back to the sun, with his hands resting on the armrests, "I thought it was Lu Bu fighting against the Three Kingdoms, but I didn't expect it to be Lu Bu."