My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson!" In Potions class, Alphard poked Nelson in the back at the back table, threw a ball of paper onto his desk, hit the back of his hand and bounced into Tom's cauldron.

Tom opened the ball of paper and took a look, then threw it on Nelson's desk with a look of disgust on his face. Nelson opened it, and it was written on it: I analyzed it all night, and now I seriously suspect that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Sykes had a relationship. An old relationship.

"You thought about this because you didn't sleep all night?" Nelson turned his head, stared at Alphard with a pair of thick dark circles speechlessly, and asked in a low voice.

It has to be said that it is human nature to gossip, Alphard leaned forward and said excitedly, "Yeah, you know, Professor Dumbledore hasn't—"

"Blake!" Slughorn squeezed between the two of them with his beer belly, and tapped Alphard's forehead with the back of his hand, "It seems that you think that hiccup potion needs a paper ball to be more effective, doesn't it? ?”

"I'm sorry, Professor Slughorn, I just—" Alphard has more experience in admitting mistakes and apologizing than anyone else. He immediately stood up and lowered his head, and the set of actions of admitting mistakes - apologizing - sophistry - explaining - begging for forgiveness was smooth and smooth.

"No, no, you don't have to apologize." Slughorn straightened his stomach, the flesh on his face trembled, he glanced at Alphard's thick dark circles, frowning, took out the A small glass bottle filled with golden potion, unscrewed the cork and dripped a few drops on Alphard's forehead, then turned to face Nelson and stretched out his hand, raising his voice, "Come on, Williams, give it to me, let everyone Let's share the fruits of Mr. Black's all-night labor."

Hearing this, Tom, who was bowing his head, couldn't help shrugging his shoulders twice, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, and snickered silently on the table. After a while, Tom and Nelson, who regained their composure, looked at each other for a second, then turned around and knocked the cauldron to the ground with his elbow. The live frog he had just put in jumped five feet high and onto Ravenclaw's table. It just stuck to Dwight's face, then bent his knees and jumped on top of Mettle's head, and then began to run wildly in the classroom.

Seeing such a brother who pursues freedom, the frogs in the cauldron couldn't stand their loneliness and started jumping up and down.

"Close the lid!" Slughorn roared angrily, turning around, and pointed at Tom's frog with his wand. In an instant, the warrior who was embracing freedom froze in the air, and then flew back slowly. Into Tom's cauldron.

"Tom, why are you sloppy, next time you must pay attention to picking a docile frog." Slughorn rubbed Tom's head with his free hand, and blamed himself softly in a fatherly tone The favorite student, as if he had just been beaten by a frog. The moment he turned around, he saw Nelson who was stuffing his wand into the drawer, and he asked angrily, "What are you doing? Williams."

"Oh, Professor, my wand is too long." Nelson took out the wand from the hole in the table and showed it to Slughorn. Shove it in the table."

"Uh, well, it's very long." Slughorn nodded in agreement, such a slender wand is indeed rare, and then he stretched out his hand again, "You can give me the paper ball, so that everyone can learn more .”

The classroom was soon filled with booing and booing. Seeing Nelson handing out the ball of paper without hesitation, Alphard leaned back in his chair in despair and looked at the ceiling hopelessly.

"Okay, okay, be quiet." Slughorn pressed his hands, and the classroom gradually became quiet. He glanced at Alphard, then opened the paper ball in his hand, cleared his throat, "Let's see what Ling What is Mr. Black's discovery that he can't hold back even one class? Ahem, let me see: Nelson, I think—"

Obviously, he had whetted the appetite of the students in the class, but he suddenly stopped his voice, crumpled the note up and threw it on Alphard's desk, and snorted coldly, "Although this is very important, you still have to be serious during class time." Listen! Alphard, your mother asked me to take good care of you, I don't want to take care of you as an ignorant person."

"Okay, go ahead and make your burp potion, Tom, and you go and teach Alphard." Slughorn walked back to the podium with his hands behind his back, and began to pace around the classroom around the aisle, knocking on this head, Touch that pot. A class passed quickly, as if nothing had happened just now, but Alphard sat there as if he was going to die, and was at Tom's mercy.

"Your hiccup potions are doing well, and there will be no homework for this class." The bell rang for the end of class, and Slughorn put away the handouts, threw all the remaining medicinal materials into the cauldron he brought, and walked off the podium Walking towards the door, when he came to the door, he stopped as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked into the classroom, "Alphad."

Alphard sat on the seat with dull eyes, as if he had seen himself being dropped out of school after Dumbledore and Professor Sykes wore shoes, and then his mother burned his name off the genealogy tree with cigarette butts.

"Alphad!" Slughorn raised his voice, and Alan Abbott, Alphard's deskmate, quickly poked him in the ribs and whispered, "Alphad, the professor is calling you."

"Ah?" Alphard regained his composure and looked towards the door.

"Night is for sleeping, and other things, we can talk about it during the day, understand?" Slughorn smiled at him, turned his head and left the classroom, and the others also packed up books and cauldrons one after another, leaving in twos and threes.

When the sound of Slughorn's footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely, the rest of the classroom gathered together and asked curiously, "Alphad, what did you write?"

Alphard reacted and rushed to the ball of paper on the table. Alan Aibo was one step faster than him, picked up the ball of paper and threw it into the crowd, and then there was the sound of reading aloud from the crowd :

"Nelson, I think Professor Slughorn is really kind to us. I have been to Hogwarts for so long and I have never met a second teacher who treats us like him. He is like my father. ..."

"Huh? No—"

"How did you write so many words on a small note?"

"I didn't expect it, Alphard, it's hard to think that you came up with the idea of ​​deliberately passing a note and being caught." There was a strange boo from the crowd.

...

"What did you do with that note in the end?" Tom asked curiously on the way to the cafeteria.

"When you helped me distract Professor Slughorn, I deformed it."

"I know, after all, you can use Transfiguration in that case." Tom nodded, "You shouldn't use the Vanishing Curse or burn it, then it's not Alphard's problem, it's you problem."

"I turned the above words into a big nasty confession, the kind that gives you goosebumps as soon as you see it."

"Confession? Who are you going to confess to?" A voice suddenly broke in from behind them.

"To Professor Slughorn." Nelson didn't react. He walked forward and said to himself. He just realized when he finished speaking. He turned his head and saw the person coming. He looked around, "Abufu Mister S?"

"It's me, but call me Mr. Dumbledore." Aberforth stroked his beard, nodded and replied, "I heard that right, you want to confess your love to Horace? What's wrong with you two?"

"No." Tom told him what happened in class just now, and added at the end, "So Dumbledore and Professor Sykes really had an old relationship?"

"I want to know too." Aberforth spread his hands, "To be honest, I'm curious too."

...

"So nothing really happened last night?" At the dinner table, Tom was holding a stack of pickles and trying to sandwich them with a stack of sliced ​​tomatoes between two thin slices of bread.

"Seriously, add some meat, it doesn't look good." Nelson forked a piece of sausage, tilted his head and looked at the strange thing in Tom's hand, "I don't know the cause and effect, Abufu Si probably doesn't know much more than me, and I didn't even figure out what the meaning of my presence there last night was? Maybe it was just helping Aberforth to ease the embarrassment?"

"I guess they must have some kind of conspiracy." Tom squeezed the slice of bread in his hand fiercely, and a few slices of pickled cucumbers slipped down, "I have never seen Professor Sykes in school except during class time, and I always feel that What is she doing."

"I don't know about that. In the end, her younger sister, senior sister Jokunda, left the school, but she can still come back next year to receive her graduation certificate." Nelson also picked up a slice of bread and put sausage on it, squeezing the sauce Jue said, "To be honest, if I can, I want to do the same thing, do something I like, and then come back to receive a diploma in the graduation year. I'm already thinking about finding a school to be an exchange student or something. I can't stay here forever." a place."

"I also think," Tom said, frowning, "if old Mellors doesn't retire, I suspect that our group of students may not be able to beat an owl or even a hamster after graduation."

"Not at all, maybe he is a kind of teaching method that focuses on theory and basics... er... relatively solid, the kind that requires accumulation." Nelson argued feebly, while recalling the courses taught by Professor Mellas , I really felt that I couldn't wash it, so I had to spread my hands and shrugged, "We are also practicing by ourselves, and the effect is good, isn't it?"

"I hope I can keep teaching at Hogwarts after graduation, just teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Tom waved his fork, "Or go to work in the Ministry of Magic, if anyone else teaches like this, I will lock him up in Azka class!"

Seeing yesterday's recommendation vote, I thought I was cold, and I was sad for a long time. Then I thought about it, I seem to have this data every day. How could I be cold if I didn't get popular in the first place?

Thinking of this, I happily patted my belly.