My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson Williams!" Dumbledore shouted from the stage.

Nelson was still struggling between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Under the guidance of Dumbledore, he walked up to the stage, sat on the four-corner stool, and put the tattered sorting hat on his head .

"La—" he was about to speak, and just as he uttered the first syllable, he heard the Sorting Hat whispering in his ear, "Do you really think you are suitable for Ravenclaw?"

"Isn't it? Doesn't my future depend on my choices?"

"Very good!" The hole in the Sorting Hat grinned into a big mouth, and said mockingly, "If everyone knows how to make their own choices, then I can be much more free."

"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw..." Nelson closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, his knuckles turned white, and kept praying.

"Very well, he has made his own choice!" The Sorting Hat grinned and shouted, "Then the final result is—"

"Azkaban!!!!"

The people on the four long tables under the stage took off their school uniforms in unison, took out black robes with hoods from under the tables and put them on, then put on the hoods, raised their wands, and rushed up.

...

"call!--"

He woke up profusely from the bed, opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, the sweat on the top of his head flowed down the broken hair on his forehead to his face, and dripped onto the quilt through his chin, leaving behind huge flowers that looked like flowers. Blooming dark red water stains.

He stretched out his hand from under the quilt, pinching and loosening it constantly, feeling the gripping touch only in reality. The dream just now made him trance, so that even in the face of the absurdity of going to Azkaban He also feels certain about the plot, the scene of crowds in black hoods swarming up is too real, his wrist still retains the soreness caused by being grasped, pinched and even scratched by the crowd, other than that In addition, the feeling of being hit by various spells is no different from the real feeling. Although he has not been injured by a spell, he knows that if he is hit by a spell, he will suffer such a heart-breaking pain.

"Are you awake?"

He raised his head and looked around, apparently awakened from a nightmare, the surroundings were still as bright as day, the four-poster bed he was used to sleeping on seemed a bit cramped, the people standing beside the bed could not be seen clearly, and there were still vague figures around, Maybe it was sleep that pressed his eyes, he twisted his sore neck and asked, "Have I slept for so long?"

The man ignored him, but asked him with a smile, "Are the clothes and bedding still fit?"

"What?" He lowered his head and looked at himself wearing a brand new cotton padded jacket made of silk brocade. It was warm and fit, and the bedding was also replaced with a new one, which was a festive red color. "Did you change it for me?"

"Yes, does it fit?"

"Although it feels a bit shameful, it still fits well." He nodded, and was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt. "How long have I been sleeping? Is there breakfast in the dining room? If not, go to the kitchen to get something to eat." .”

"Hey, don't move." The man pressed his hand that lifted the corner of the quilt, and pushed him back on the bed, "Don't move, the quilt I just laid, you can't mess it up."

"You let me go down first! I'm hungry!" He was a little annoyed, grabbed the hand holding the corner of the quilt, and was about to take it away.

"You can't go down, do you still have any nostalgia?" He saw clearly the face of the man by the window who was so familiar that he had forgotten his name. The man sniffed his nose and pushed him down on the bed, "You can't fake a corpse, you're already dead! Chen Yang."

"No! I—" His voice was permanently sealed by a slowly closed lid. At the last moment, he saw the faces of the figures beside the bed through the gap in the coffin lid—a The apologetic mother was holding the child's hand and standing at the farthest distance. The child was innocent and didn't know what happened, nor did he know how the person lying here was related to him, and he didn't even know whether to call him uncle or brother , he was swinging an elderberry wand like a fencing sword; a middle-aged man in a baggy suit, very old-fashioned, with patches on the back of his elbows, and a leather suit Sleeves, his face was haggard, holding a pair of labor protection gloves in his hand, he muttered words, as if he was apologizing; the people around him were all kneeling and sitting on the ground, some were silent like statues, some were crying Robbing the land is heartbroken, and the only thing they have in common is that they can't remember their names and can't see their faces clearly.

...

"No! I'm not dead!"

Nelson yelled, and sat up suddenly from his sleep. His muscles were tense and he couldn't stop trembling. His hands grabbed upwards vigorously, like a drowning man grabbing the water plants floating above his head.

It's a pity that he didn't catch anything, which made the joints of his clenched fists turn white, his nails pierced deeply into his palms, and drops of scarlet blood dripped down his arms onto his body.

"Nal, what's the matter with you?" Tom turned over and jumped off the bed, ran to Nelson's bed, and firmly held his shoulder. "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Tom?" Nelson felt a lot more at ease when he saw Tom beside him. He gasped heavily and nodded with lingering fear, "Huh—yes, it seems that I have had several nightmares in a row. Another nightmare."

"It's okay, it's okay." Tom patted him on the back, and reached for Nelson's water glass from the bedside table. The sound of knocking on the door.

"I'll open the door." Tom put down his water glass and walked to the door in his slippers. The other two roommates were also woken up. They turned on the lights in the dormitory and got out of bed rubbing their eyes.

"Alphad, why are you here in the middle of the night?" Tom heard Alphard calling the door, rubbed his eyes and twisted the lock, but Alphard ignored him, squeezed in the moment the lock opened, waving a A newspaper rushed to Nelson's window, followed by a group of Slytherins, seniors and students from other houses. He waved the newspaper and shouted excitedly:

"Nelson! I didn't expect you to be a prophet!"

"What prophet?" Nelson still didn't respond due to sleepiness, but Tom at the door asked sleepily, "What did he prophesy?"

"Did you forget Tom? Last Christmas holiday," Alphard yelled, waving the newspaper in his hand. It is estimated that only stones in the whole tower could not hear his voice. "Last Christmas holiday, you wrote to us to witness that you and Nelson's bet, have you forgotten?"

He took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket, unfolded it and read aloud: "Gnar said: Germany will attack Poland when the school starts next year, and then trigger a Muggle war that will sweep the world! If the prediction of the school next year does not hold, You can slander him all you want."

"So? Is there a war?" Tom curled his lips, "Did you come here in the middle of the night to fulfill your bet and slander him? You are already in the second grade, can you be more mature."

"Of course not!" Alphard waved the newspaper in his hand, and the headline of the "Daily Prophet" printed such a photo: German tanks neatly lined up in a square formation were invincibly rolling over the plains of neighboring countries The seemingly undefended national border, the planes whistling in the sky rained down bombs on the enemy's position, and the position had already been reduced to ruins, leaving only a few remnants of soldiers lying on the broken walls and groaning in pain, A soldier with a big beard was squatting behind a low wall with only half of it left. He tore the half-red and half-white national flag in half from the middle, and the red half was torn into cloth strips to tightly strangle the wounded. At the base of his left thigh, he tied the other half of the white national flag to the barrel of the gun, stretched it above the low wall and swayed gently.

"You know, the "Daily Prophet" generally doesn't pay attention to Muggle wars, but this time they made an exception!" Alphard excitedly spread out the newspaper on Nelson's bed, and the headline on the front page was enough to sensationalize——"Germany to Germany" Poland launched a blitzkrieg, and the Polish defense line was completely defeated the next day." The subtitle was "The new weapons of the German Muggle army are enough to kill wizards. Please withdraw to the UK as soon as possible." He spread the newspapers one by one, pointing to the four pages The full text, dancing with hands and feet, "Yesterday, September 1st, the day we started school, the German Muggles used these iron objects to attack Poland, and almost occupied the entire territory of Poland in one day!" The commentator of the "Daily Prophet" said that this is extremely It could be the beginning of a world war! I bought other papers, and they all thought it might be more widespread than the first world war."

"So?" Tom narrowed his eyes, staring at the newspapers on Nelson's bed, and quickly scanned the paragraph titles, "Poland has broken the French record and became the fastest country in the world to lose war", "The Polish Ministry of Magic has drawn up the first A group of evacuated personnel, Polish magic affairs will be suspended", "Exclusive to this newspaper: Dark Lord Grindelwald has taken control of the German Ministry of Magic, violating the secrecy law and affecting the Muggle army", even if he doesn't read the content, he can recognize it just by the title Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he asked casually, "This is a Muggle war. What are you doing reading the Daily Prophet? Where are the Muggle newspapers? Did you buy it? What do they say?"

"I ordered two copies by the way, here," Alphard picked out two newspapers from the rest of the pile, "well... one "Times", one "Le Figaro", but they even No front page coverage of it, look at this The Times, which is a British newspaper, and the news is that women factory workers are paid less than men, and they are protesting outside the town hall."

"Forget it, it's better to read the wizard's newspaper."

"Isn't it? Didn't we kill the prophet first?" Alphard's face slowly grew thick black-gray hair, his eyes glowed green, and he showed a cruel smile. His teeth became sharp and protruding, and his saliva flowed a little. Suddenly, with his transformation, the students behind him also turned into werewolves. Nelson felt like he had strayed into a wolf's den.

"That's right!" "Yes, kill the prophet!" "Tear him apart!"...

The face of Tom next to the bed also gradually distorted and changed until he became Grindelwald on the wanted list. He held the old wand and let out a sharp laugh like a crow, "I will never allow others to predict like me. .”

"It looks like I'm not awake yet." Nelson lay down on the bed, letting the werewolf lie on him and devour him.

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