My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

If you were lucky enough to live in a magical world, what would be the first thing you would buy?

For Harry Potter, it might be a new broomstick; for Hermione Granger, it might be an esoteric spellbook; for Tom Riddle, it might be a broomstick. A powerful wand; and for Nelson, he prefers to get a history book of the wizarding world. He knows that manpower is limited and time is infinite, and sometimes the answer people are looking for may be hidden in something that happened a long time ago. in a story. Charms cannot do many things, otherwise so many great wizards who left their names in history would not have passed away with regret.

Nelson was standing in front of the last row of bookshelves in Lihen Bookstore. The huge bookshelves that occupied the entire wall were filled with books. He had basically selected the textbooks he and Tom needed for the first grade, and he was standing in front of the bookshelves at the moment Thinking about it, the innermost bookshelf is covered with dust, unlike the other bookshelves where there are so many books that need to be piled on the floor, and they are so high that they reach the ceiling - the books stored here are all unattended, even for many years. Historical books that are not updated once, they have no magical power, and the recorded stories have long since passed away. For most wizards, the most expensive book here is not worth as much as the latest "Daily Prophet".

"Uh, "Important Magical Events of the Nineteenth Century", this is good..."The Great Wizard of the Nineteenth Century", you can read it, and when they come to me to write "The Great Wizard of the Twentieth Century", I can give myself Set up a cool character design..."Hogwarts, a piece of school history", um~ buy this one too..."History of Magic", why is it compiled by the editorial committee of the history of magic? It shouldn't be Bathilda Bagshot? Come on, buy a copy."

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The reason why Nelson was able to buy expensive first-hand books was due to a box that Aunt Bella took out from the basement yesterday when Dumbledore was leaving. She took out a key from the box, "Professor Dumbledore, this The key was left by my sister and brother-in-law. It may be related to their inheritance. I wonder if you know where the key is? I hope it can help these two poor children live in the wizarding society." Bei La is a delicate, sensitive but strong woman. Now that she has settled down with her nephew, looking at her sister's belongings, she finally couldn't help but began to secretly wipe tears.

"Let me see," Dumbledore pointed at the key, "Oh... this is the key of a vault. Looking at the address, it should be in Gringotts in France. Gringotts is a magic bank opened by goblins, and it is Chain." He explained to everyone, "It's not convenient to go there from London, but you can withdraw some at Gringotts in Diagon Alley." Dumbledore handed the key to Nelson.

"Sorry, but I want to ask, after such a long time, will this bank--" Since the birth of the financial industry, the Williams family has been engaged in financial work for generations, and they are used to various operations of London banks. Bella couldn't help worrying about her nephew's wealth.

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder, "Although the goblins are greedy, they will be able to pick up this key when they see it." He didn't explain too much, only saying that he still had things to do in London , After emphasizing the route to Diagon Alley for Tom and Nelson again, he took his leave and left.

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"Mr. Williams!" The clerk at Lihen Bookstore saw Nelson and ran towards him, "We have already packed the book you ordered and will ship it to you later, but there are still two copies of Adbe Waugh Flynn's "Magic Theory", there are more new students at Hogwarts recently, this book is not in stock, can you wait for us to replenish it and send it directly to Hogwarts after school starts?" He said like a cannonball , can't help but he doesn't pay attention to it, the powerful magic books are hidden in the study rooms of various pure-blood families, and their usual business is only the textbooks for the beginning of school and some daily life spell books and entertainment books. It is rare to see such a wealthy big customer, "I noticed that the address you left seems to be a Muggle neighborhood in London, do you think it's an owl or—"

"Use the London method." Nelson frowned, "But, we plan to prepare for homework during the holidays, and we will lose such a textbook..."

The clerk looked at the pile of books that Nelson had picked out, and was afraid of ruining the business, so he gathered his wits and said, "Sir, how about this, our store also accepts some second-hand books, why don't we give you two second-hand books first?" Yes, you can take a look first, although the version is old and the pages are old, but the content is the same..." Seeing Nelson's disgusted expression, he hastily added, "These two are for you! No money! Wait for us to replenish the stock Yes, I'll send you the latest book right away."

Seeing that Gnar's brows stretched, he added, "Our bookstore will give you two more sets of self-inking and leak-proof feather pens as compensation for customers like you who love books and love knowledge..."

Nelson felt comfortable being photographed. He pointed to the stack of history books he had just picked out and said to the clerk, "Take these books—"

"Gnar! Are you there?" There was a loud shout from the door of the bookstore, but the deliberately controlled voice did not affect the customers who were picking books in the bookstore. It was Tom's voice.

"Pack up these books and send them along with the bill, and I will send you the book fee." Nelson hurried towards the door.

When passing through the shelf of first-grade textbooks, he almost tripped over a little girl who was squatting on the ground reading the books on the bottom shelf. A pair of glasses covered half of her face. There were a few small freckles on her face. She had fair skin and some baby fat. At this moment, she looked at Nelson in a panic, shivering, and dared not speak.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I almost stepped on you just now." Nelson reached out to her, trying to pull her up.

The girl didn't seem to appreciate it. She shook her head and was still leaning back against the bookshelf. Nelson was a little confused. For the first time in many years, he had doubts about his appearance, and he didn't take back his outstretched hand. The two froze in place. The scene was a bit like Michelangelo's fresco "Genesis", except that Adam stretched out his hand and shrank in the corner...

"Mytel, where have you been?" A woman's voice came, and the girl suddenly stood up holding the bookshelf, took two steps back, turned and ran away.

Looking at the hands in the air, Nelson felt a little funny, and turned around and walked to the door of the bookstore to find Tom.

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"Why are you so smudged?" As soon as he arrived, Tom said impatiently, "The great Mr. Riddle has bought us a robe, a cauldron, protective gear and all the necessities for school and daily life." His indifference lasted only In less than half a second, he began to claim credit.

"So we just need to go buy wands now?" Nelson ignored him, looking around, "Where is Ollivander's wand shop?"

"I've inquired about it before, and it's just around the corner." Tom continued to take credit, and the two walked forward. "By the way, there are pets, and we need a pet. I really don't understand why these people ask students I have to bring pets to school, are they afraid they are too lonely? Look at the list, toads, owls, cats! Slimy, squeaky or furry animals make me sick!"

"Toads have good tolerance to all kinds of potions and have a long lifespan. They should be used to assist in the study of potions; owls can be used to send letters; cats are the most common spiritual creatures, and it may be possible to pet cats often. It is helpful to the study of divination. I think the school has its own reasons for choosing these three animals, at least it can help campus life a little bit." Nelson thought of the books he had just read about creatures and magic, as well as magical creatures .

"So it's like this... Then I'll raise a toad, I'm too lazy to feed it, this kind of long-lived thing is suitable for me... I hope I won't be killed by it..." Tom walked to the crossroads and pointed to an inconspicuous family on the right. "That's where you buy your wands."

Nelson looked at this small shop. The gold lettering on the old blackened signboard had long since peeled off. Nelson squinted his eyes and read on it:

"Ollivander, fine wand maker since 382 BC"

"Am I going to have a wand too?" Nelson straightened his mind, calmed his breath, and walked towards the wand shop.

Tom had already walked into the shop, and Nelson pushed open the door. The wand shop was very small, with only a bench in the middle of the room. Thousands of long and narrow boxes for wands were stacked against the wall, almost reaching the ceiling. Standing crumbling, the unique environment makes this shop look empty and crowded: it is empty, because there are few people in the room, and there are no objects placed; it is crowded, because when every little wizard entering the magic world walks into Every time you visit a store, you will feel surrounded by countless, unique and magical elves.

Nelson greeted Ollivander with his eyes, and quietly walked to Tom and stood still. Ollivander's voice drifted to his ears and echoed in the empty room, appearing psychedelic and ethereal.

"Yes, it is the wands that choose their wizards."

He turned his face suddenly to Nelson, and his large silver eyes seemed to be completely transparent, like a ghost with a body.

"Each wand reacts wonderfully to the wizard it is destined to . . . than 'thump-thump-thump' to cast a crude spell, than to boil some leaves in a cauldron, than to— —A lot more sophisticated, a lot more gorgeous.”

Although Ollivander was still young in 1938, his deceitful appearance was not weaker than his old age. However, in fact, Ollivander is such a person. He treats the wand extremely purely, and this belief trumps everything else.

"Every time a new student starts at Hogwarts, I get excited—an excitement that has existed since my father's apprenticeship and has never faded." Ollivander looked Nelson from side to side. And Tom, "It's an intoxicating feeling for every young British person to take from me their destined magic wand and embark on a wonderful life journey."

"So, you two, who will be the first to accept—your fate?"