My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Early the next morning, Nelson was awakened by a sharp pain from the tip of his nose. When he opened his eyes, he found that there was darkness in front of him, and the feeling of being surrounded by fur was nostalgic.

The weight of his head made it difficult for him to move his neck. The feeling of suffocation came slowly. The wet nose was the unique touch of the barbed tongue of a cat. Nelson gritted his teeth and squeezed out a hard warning from his throat, "Excuse me Can you move your noble ass?"

The question mark that he hadn't seen for a long time sat on his head, completely ignoring Nelson under him.

"I won't be polite if you do this again." Nelson sneakily raised his right hand, then slammed it down, grabbing the question mark lying on his face!

"Snapped!"

It avoided it easily, and then disappeared into the dead fireplace in the bedroom.

Nelson slapped himself hard on the face, and the crisp sound woke up several other people in the dormitory, including Tom.

He rubbed his face, lying on the bed with blank eyes, and with his other hand found a dagger in the quilt, which was exactly the same as the one Dumbledore gave him.

...

"I finally understand why your grades are so good." In the restaurant, Tom was walking beside Nelson, and the two of them were looking for empty seats everywhere. They didn't have morning class today, so the Slytherins of the same class were all asleep, " It's really admirable that you slap yourself in the face just to get out of bed."

"I didn't," Nelson said weakly. "I was sneaked in by question marks in my sleep."

"Oh," Tom said with amazement, "many people have been feeding it since you left. It's very powerful now, it's a little leopard. It's normal that you can't beat it. At the end of last year , I was angered by it, and when I came out of the library, I ate it and almost fell down the stairs."

"Are you okay?" Nelson glanced at Tom's leg, which looked healthy.

"Of course it's okay, or I'll make you lose money." Tom put his arm on Nelson's shoulder with a smile.

Suddenly, a crew-cut guy wearing a Durmstrang school uniform came rushing from the opposite direction. Nelson took a closer look and saw that it was the inexplicable "fanatic fan". Rushes with Nelson.

"boom!"

The shoulders of the two collided heavily, and Nelson's body barely shook, and he didn't even interrupt his yawning movement. On the contrary, the small flat-headed figure who accelerated and bumped into him stood unsteadily and swayed, almost falling over. on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

Nelson supported Xiaoping's head and asked enthusiastically and concernedly. One hand was behind his back to stop Tom who had drawn out his wand. Tom's face was ugly. .

"I'm fine." Xiaopingtou never thought that the physical fitness of an underage pure human wizard could be so good. He obviously sped up, but in the end he almost sat on the ground with his buttocks, causing a big embarrassment.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment, turned around, didn't even care about eating, and left the restaurant without hesitation even though Durmstrang's long table was right next to him.

"Strange guy." Tom repeated his evaluation once again.

"Did he tell me his name?" Nelson rubbed his shoulders, a little itchy, "I remember he seems to be one of the gatekeepers of the Triwizard Tournament."

"I don't remember, maybe I said it, maybe I didn't say it, you know, I'm not good at remembering names, as for the Triwizard Tournament...he seems to be that octagonal iron cage, like a reckless boxer," Tom curled his lips, "Because Newt was selected twice, no one challenged his level in the end, so I still can't figure out the details of this person."

"But he has nothing to do with you," Nelson shrugged. "He's not even qualified to cause trouble for your championship. If you really take him seriously, you will lose instead. You know, Durmstrang's results in the first round were far from ideal, and they may use off-the-board recruits."

The two didn't deliberately lower their voices, but they didn't raise their voices either. I don't know how much the surrounding Durmstrang students heard. The strange thing is that they didn't show hostility towards the two of them. His eyes looked in the direction Xiaopingtou left.

"Interesting," Nelson touched his shoulder, pulled out a transparent tack filled with green liquid from the silver plate hidden under his sleeve, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "The Winged Demon The venom? You are playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong..."

"Sorry, sorry!" Nelson heard the shout, looked up, and saw that it was Ludwig who had just arrived at the restaurant. He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, and turned to face the empty seat on the long Slytherin table with Tom. go.

Looking at the back of Ludwig, who was late at the entrance of the restaurant, and the crewmember passing by him, Nelson actually felt a little sympathetic to him. Maybe the whole school in Durmstrang was run by ghosts. From this point of view, it is the warrior who has done his best for the school's honor that is the biggest minority.

After the turmoil subsided, Tom and Nelson had a hasty meal. For the purpose of digestion, the two decided to take a walk along the Black Lake and look for any parts left by Nelson. After all, there is still an hour to go. It's time for class, whether it's long or short, it's just a waste of time to go to the classroom early, but you may have to get up as soon as your head touches the pillow when you go back to the dormitory.

It really led Tom to find the good thing, a fragment of Nelson's blade, and he watched as Nelson drew a rapier out of his pocket, sucked the fragment to the blade, and inserted it back.

"I thought you were just some small balls." Tom was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to still have it."

"I plan to cultivate it as my family heirloom. You know, it will take time and some fame, and it will also make some fools think that I am a wizard who is good at wielding swords." Nelson looked at his watch, "Let's go, It's time for class."

When Tom and Nelson arrived in the Potions classroom, it was only fifteen minutes before class started, and the back row of the classroom where they usually sat was already taken, so they had to sit in the front row.

Strangely, fifteen minutes later, the class bell rang, but Professor Slughorn still didn't show up. It wasn't until five minutes later that he dragged his weary steps and pushed open the door of the classroom.

Since Tom perfectly cracked Gaston Raymond's potion level, Professor Slughorn has been excited for more than ten hours. He survived entirely on mead and pride last night, so that he fell asleep in the morning After getting up for a while, he had to wear an excessive amount of perfume to mask the smell of alcohol on his body.

Professor Slughorn, who was already fat, looked even fatter due to puffiness. His eyelids and dark circles were indistinguishable from each other, as if he had put on some pioneer makeup. He entered the classroom, put it on the desk, pulled a chair casually, put it under his buttocks, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Go ahead," he waved his hand, "tell your teacher that you were late because Slughorn asked you to help."

"Okay, thank you, Professor." Those strong men walked away like oiling their feet, for fear that Professor Slughorn would find them something to do again.

Professor Slughorn's eyes were extremely excited. He stretched his neck first and scanned the back row of teachers, but he didn't find the person he was looking for.

He looked away in disappointment, but found Tom under his nose.

Regardless of his fatigue, Professor Slughorn slammed the table, stood up, and said loudly, "Do you know why your Potions grades are not as good as Tom's? Because he sat at the front, and only those eager for knowledge Only people can get the gift of knowledge! Sitting in the back and can’t even hear what I said in class, how can you get a good grade. Why don’t you hurry up and move your own scales and sit in the front!”

Hearing this, Nelson felt like sitting on pins and needles. If sitting in the front row would lead to good grades, then it would be difficult for him to explain it with magic or scientific experience as he had been sitting next to Tom.

"But Professor," the fearless Alphard raised his hand and asked loudly, "But even if we sit on the podium, we can't hear the Scarpin Appearance Curse and Gobaloth's Law that we haven't learned! "

Professor Slughorn's face was tense, he slapped the table heavily, and said angrily, "Now, please open your own "Advanced Potion Making", what we are going to study today is the first chapter Gobalot's second law in the world!"

There was a sound of flipping books neatly in the classroom, and Professor Slughorn stared at Alphard and said slowly, "Mr. Black, why don't you sit in the back row of the teacher and try to see if you can sit so far away?" Listen to what I said. In the next class, I will ask you to silently write the content of Gobalot’s second law. Every time you make a mistake, you need to write the first chapter... No, this "Advanced Potion Making" "Copy it again."

Alphard wanted to slap himself, and his heart felt cool. Could it be that the feeling of passing a note to lick you back then has faded so much?

"Oh, let me see our Hogwarts warriors, the pride of Slytherin," Professor Slughorn lowered his head, looked at Tom in front of him, and immediately changed his face. Tom's arm hauled it up to the podium, and he enthusiastically praised Tom with compliments that Nelson had or didn't hear, "Even Gaston praised you as a Potions genius, Tom, and he'll give you the green light, To put you on the front page of The Master of Practical Potions."

"You taught well." Tom was so sad that he almost dug out the foundation of a villa with his toes. He forced himself up and looked at the students in the audience with a smile on his face. After being asked to share his learning experience with everyone, Tom had the cheek to flatter him with almost the same words that Slughorn had boasted about himself just now.

Professor Slughorn smiled with satisfaction. Tom was indeed right. Although there was a self-study part, most of his knowledge of potions came from Professor Slughorn's teaching, from the time he ran The "harassment" in the office came from the annotations on the parchment that were almost equivalent to the number of words in the paper. Facing the most satisfied student since he was engaged in education, Slughorn almost devoted all his energy

And Tom didn't let him down. In fact, the most boring second level in his total score was the most boring level in the eyes of most audiences. Destroyed the test of potion master Gaston Raymond, so that in the eyes of many judges who didn't know him, Tom's potion level far exceeded his spells. It is not an exaggeration, and Slughorn, who taught him, can naturally bear all the praise calmly.

However, Professor Walrus is also famous for his vanity, so he looks a little carried away at the moment.

He solemnly picked up the wooden box on the podium, and handed it carefully to Tom.

"Tom, I know you don't like these honors," he said loudly, with the smugness on his face overshadowed by relief, "these things in the box are all my notes and manuscripts on potions from my school days to the present, as a You are the most gifted little wizard in potions I have ever seen, and I even hope that you can take over my mantle and come to Hogwarts to teach potions in the future."

Tom took the case, feeling that it was heavier than Nelson's clothes.

"What?" Professor Slughorn blinked and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Professor, I'm not a little wizard," Tom whispered. "I will, Professor."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the following class, except for the annoying Alphard, Slughorn was pleasing to everyone, and even the tone of answering questions was several times gentler than before. The aging wizard finally found his other half.

Except for some unique understandings of Nelson that occasionally made Professor Slughorn laugh, the class was almost uneventful.

Only Alphard persisted in throwing notes at Nelson from the back row.

Nelson opened the note, and it was written such things as "When I see Professor Slughorn, I think of my father", "I have never seen a professor and dean as perfect as him", and "My favorite The person I admire is the professor, and I hope I can become a person like him in the future," and so on.

Nelson was so disgusted that he didn't even bother to write a note and send it back. He understood that Alphard wanted Professor Slughorn to intercept his note, and then he could make a difference.

But his wishful thinking was wrong. Today, Slughorn is extremely happy, happy enough to turn a blind eye to Nelson, who seems to be attacked by a "paper rainstorm", and he will not care about it at all. Little things like uploading notes in class.