My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"hiss--"

"It stinks."

Nelson and Tom stood before the great chasm made by the battle of the two giant snakes, leaning forward and looking into it. The deep pit is connected to London's underground sewers extending in all directions. A foul-smelling sewage flows from the drainage channel in the underground fortification, and there are some splashed water marks on the walls on both sides.

"It looks like he swam away from here," said Tom, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, in a low voice.

"Do you want to chase?" Nelson took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it on his face. After thinking for a while, he took out another piece of paper, tapped it with his wand, and handed Tom a white cotton mask.

"Thank you," Tom hurriedly took the mask and put it on his face, "It stinks..."

"Actually, it's not impossible to go down and chase, but I don't think it's necessary." Nelson took two steps back and left the edge of the pit. The most important question."

"What?"

"What should I do with this pit?"

The two silently looked at the ground that seemed to have been plowed by a mortar after the battle, and the big pit in front of them that was difficult to jump over even with a run-up.

"Gnar."

"Um?"

"I remember that the Ministry of Magic has a department called the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, right? This kind of thing should be within their jurisdiction?"

"Yes, they are mainly responsible for dealing with major accidents and disasters caused by magic. Usually, the magic accident elimination team will rush to the scene of the accident within an hour after the accident occurs."

"I understand."

Tom leaned down, looked carefully at the deep pit under his feet, stretched out his hand and waved to the side, a long snake with intertwined red and black patterns crawled along Nelson's feet and onto his hand, ignoring the side who was so scared that he jumped and almost fell to the ground. Nelson, who was going to the pit, Tom held the snake's head to his mouth and muttered something in Parseltongue, then threw it aside. After a while, snakes, big and small, crawled up from the darkness on both sides of the street. "Land, jumped into the stinky ditch like a dumpling.

"What did you tell it?" Nelson asked curiously while avoiding the slimy and slippery long creatures under his feet with an independent posture of a golden chicken, "Are you going to let them perform diving? Look at that grass snake entering the water There wasn't even a splash, and if I were the referee, I'd give it 10."

"We can't let that guy go, even if it jumps into the stinky ditch." Tom stood up, patted Nelson on the shoulder, supported him who was shaking and almost fell, and said, "Magic accidents are ruled out." Will the team fix the road?"

"Yes, they're good at it. It only takes one person a second for a little scene like this."

"Then why did they send a team?" Tom and Nelson walked towards the street at the same time, as naturally as two people going out for a walk in the middle of the night.

"Don't know, but if you keep walking so slowly, they might send another team of Aurors over."

"Here we come!" Tom stooped to fasten his shoelaces, and trotted to follow.

Turning the corner of the street, the two slowed down and walked slowly in a circle towards home. Just after they turned two blocks, several figures in black robes appeared out of thin air on the street where the battle had just taken place. , the staff of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters arrived.

...

"A person? Is that snake a person?" Nelson was a little confused. He sat on an overturned post box on the side of the road three hundred meters away from his home, and looked up at Tom walking around. "It is absolutely impossible to be a person. "

"Yes! He is really a person, he told me himself!"

"Wouldn't the snake lie to you for sympathy? If I were a Jew, I'd get up and shout thirty times a day in German, 'I am a noble and pure Aryan, long live the great Germany!'—it clearly It's a snake." Nelson stared into Tom's eyes, feeling that the child had been fooled, "It may be a smarter snake, but think about it, its fighting style and its food are the same as ordinary snakes! Think about it Your spot-headed turtledove."

"It's a bar-headed owl..." Tom retorted weakly. "It used to be a man, and now it's a snake."

"Is he an Animagus, an Animagus who failed to transform? So he can't change back?" Nelson would think of the cases he read in the book. Transfiguration is an extremely sophisticated magic, as long as A little mistake may lead to unimaginable and unacceptable consequences. In fact, in every book related to transfiguration, the content of the first chapter is not an introduction or a summary. , but a bloody case of deformation failure-to warn those who are foolish when studying.

The damage caused by the mistake of transfiguration is also among the best among all spells, and it is even mentioned in myths and legends, including but not limited to various tauren, kobolds and other poor people who have changed in half. With the help of great wizards who are highly accomplished in transfiguration, they can only be sent to St. Mungo's Magic and Trauma Hospital for treatment, and St. Mungo's treatment methods for patients who have made mistakes in transfiguration spells are often the simplest and rude-lifting Go to bed and feed some delicious food every day, and then pray that the patient's mana is not deep, and the deformation cannot achieve the effect of permanent setting...

"No, it shouldn't be." Tom was about to speak, but Nelson refuted his own words, "If it is transfiguration, he should retain the habits of humans, and it shouldn't really be like a snake. This snake is clearly from the inside out. Besides, it looks like a snake from body to soul."

"Gnar, it doesn't have to be Transfiguration..."

"What could that be?" Nelson mused with a serious expression on his face. "Although I still insist that it is a snake, I have to say that your topic has aroused my curiosity-I think it will help me deepen my understanding of Transfiguration. If I can do a better transformation, Minerva won't taunt me so intensely after school starts..."

"Okay." Tom shrugged helplessly, "Do you want to go back and look up the books?"

"No, let's go to that pit." Nelson stood up from the mailbox, and a letter with yellowed and crisp paper slipped out of the deformed mailbox with peeling green paint, "Let's talk on the way."

"Sorry." He picked up the letter again, looked at the address and postmark, "it's outrageous, mailed from World War I to World War II." Then he stuffed it into the undamaged mailbox across the street.

"What? Are you crazy?" Tom was in disbelief. "I heard that some criminals would go to the scene of the crime to review it again in order to find psychological satisfaction after the crime..."

"What are you thinking?" Nelson gave him a blank look. "I'm not you, and I went to fight with my wand. This afternoon, I even went through the Ministry of Magic's white paper."

Tom: "Do you still have this kind of book?"

"The Ministry of Magic will distribute it, and it will be placed on the bar counter of the Leaky Cauldron at the entrance of Diagon Alley. You can take it freely." Nelson walked back to the mailbox where he was sitting before, and continued, "If a magical disaster or a magical secondary disaster occurs, They have the right to learn about the situation from the wizards who are registered to live nearby, and the local wizards are also obliged to cooperate. I don’t think there is a third wizard in West City besides us...maybe Christian will be next year, but they will definitely come to us to find out the situation of."

"so……"

"So we might as well take the initiative and find them to understand the situation, so that we don't have to go to a defense lawyer to fight for us to go to the Wizengamot." Nelson shook his finger and reached out to Tom, "Give me your wand .”

Tom handed him the wand with a look of comprehension on his face, and Nelson took it, and stuffed it and his own fir wand into the broken mailbox at his feet.

"Don't worry." Seeing Tom's worried expression, Nelson reached into the collar of his windbreaker and took out another wand from his inner pocket—his own wand, black walnut, dragon's heartstrings, ten Four inches, long and straight.

"No, didn't you bring your own wand?" Nelson looked at the ghostly Tom with a surprised face, "Didn't you give me a wand and asked me to bring two spares?"

Tom shook his head, with the expression of just meeting the man in front of him, and said, "I always thought you were a gentleman, Gnar."

"Isn't it?" Nelson shrugged, pointing to Nicklaus's house not far away, "Tom's wand is flying!"

"Pa——" This is the sound of glass shattering.

"I just got rid of the bad habit of opening windows at will..."

...

"Sir, there are two young men here. They say they are residents nearby!" On the snake-catching street, a thin black man in a wizard's robe reported to a fat man with a red nose in a suit standing in the middle of the road, pointing to On the side of the street, where Nelson and Tom were standing, they looked curiously at the wizards of the accident elimination team who were casting spells in the middle of the road.

"Oh, cough, cough, cough..." The fat man was a little bald at an early age, and the brown hair above his right ear was stubbornly combed to the left, covering the Mediterranean sea above his head like the emperor's new clothes, dressed like a Muggle It has to look good, but it's rare for a Muggle to wear a summer suit jacket directly over a silk shirt in cold weather-maybe that's why he couldn't stop coughing, "Call them over."

"Are you Hogwarts students?" Looking at the immature faces of the two in front of him, the fat man recalled his student days when he still had fair hair, "Does your family live near here?"

"Yes, sir." Tom replied obediently, and he pointed back, "My name is Tom Riddle, and his name is Nelson Williams. We are first-year Slytherin students, and we live in France over there." No. 189, the Nicklaus house in the American Block."

"Okay, okay, needless to say such details..." The fat man shuddered, and called for a subordinate to take off his wizard robe.

"What's the matter, sir?" Nelson stared at the busy wizards in the middle of the road with concern, and asked curiously, "We were playing wizard chess, and suddenly we heard some movement here. What happened? Is it serious?"