My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What year is it, Minerva?"

Tom's smile seemed to be intimidating, and he quickly scared away the two young wizards. He stood in the middle of the empty square and looked at the two huge posters hanging under the eaves of tall buildings in the distance.

In a huge black and white photo, a man with a cane is smoking a pipe and glaring at the camera. The grid-like wooden background is split with a straight vertical slit in the middle, as if a door is opening, in the front of the photo Below, a line of bold text declares his identity and the content of the poster:

Winston Churchill's Reelection Speech: The Restoration of the Postwar Order and the Fall of the Centennial Wall

The photo suddenly came to life. The door behind him, which was about to open, seemed impatient to wait for the slow rotation of the door shaft, and collapsed backwards, revealing a street that was being quickly rebuilt amidst the ruins - Diagonal Lane, a wisp of blue smoke From his pipe, into the dissipating clouds overhead.

In another poster adjacent to him, the young Minister of Magic has a bandage on his forehead. He has a smile on his face and looks to the side from time to time. It seems that he can see through the frame that he is posing Prime Minister Gua, a group of Aurors wearing badges similar to police badges stood behind him holding up their wands, and the light from the tip of the wands formed a line of big characters above his head.

Nobby Richie, Back From the Storm! "

"Oh," Tom quickly found the corresponding memory in his mind, nodded, and answered his own question, "It seems that I'm not too late to come back."

"You..." McGonagall covered her mouth, watching Tom's sluggish movements, and the successive blows almost broke her emotions, but this strong woman was not defeated by them, but kept in mind that she was waiting for her own war, but Even so, she was concerned about her friend, "Are you okay?"

"Minerva, you know, a person will become stiff after lying in such a small space for so many years in a coffin."

Tom bounced around on the spot, his stiff limbs gradually became soft, and his joints made a tooth-sickness rubbing sound. He stroked his yew wand that had accompanied him for two thousand years, like a little wizard who had just received the admission notice for the first time. Once in Ollivander's wand shop to choose his partner, the tip of the wand spewed out brilliant fireworks under his touch, leaped into the air, and condensed into a symbol that is almost universally known.

"I need to confirm one more thing, Minerva, did you play the duel game of chocolate frog cards when you were young?"

"Is that what Malfoy and Weasley were playing just now?" McGonagall nodded. "Of course, this is almost a compulsory course for every little wizard."

"Really? Sorry, Minerva, to change your childhood, but I believe you should like it."

Tom was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, puffed out his chest, and took a deep breath of the dry and cold London air in early autumn, "That's really... great."

"Tom, why don't you let me tell Nelson that you're alive."

"Anyway, I've been lying down for so many years. If he disrupts the plan and changes history because of some news," Tom winked at her, "Wouldn't I be lying in vain?"

Following Tom's words, McGonagall returned to the moment in the blurred illusion that seemed to her to have passed a thousand years ago, although it was a moment ago.

...

"Heh... the feeling of seeing the sun again seems not as good as I imagined."

At the same time Mag pushed the coffin board, a pale and slender hand stretched out from the gap in the coffin. Frightened, she subconsciously raised her wand, but as early as she started this action, the wand in her hand had already fell into the hands of the man in the coffin.

"Why is there such a heavy fog, am I in London? Oh, you are... Minerva?"

Mag didn't know how to describe the voice of the person in the coffin. It was full of vitality but dull, like a prematurely aging youth or a youthful old man. Two completely different temperaments fell on the same person. This kind of challenge Cognitive things should have brought great fear, but there was no fear in Mag's heart, because she already knew who the owner of the voice was.

Even though it had been a long time since they had seen each other, even though the voice had changed dramatically compared to the past, the dusty voice coming out of the coffin slowly coincided with the letter she had received not long ago.

"Long time no see... Minerva."

McGonagall felt that his brain was about to explode. Why was he contained in a coffin dug out of Azkaban thousands of years ago? Why him? Judging from the inscription on the coffin board, this coffin should have been prepared by him for the other person she thought of.

She couldn't digest the bizarre information that suddenly flooded into her mind for a while, she crouched on the ground with her head in her arms, and at some point, the wand that was taken away had reappeared in her hand.

"Don't tell them I'm here..."

"Tom!"

Mag exclaimed, she raised her head, but all she saw was a coffin with a crack open.

"What's the matter with you, Minerva?"

Professor Binns' voice brought her back to reality. She stood up in a panic and stretched out her hands to the coffin board, but she stopped the movement of her hands a second before she was about to push it away.

"No... nothing, Professor."

"Come closer, and I find what Nelson left for us—his invention, the Time-Turner."

"Professor, do you know who is in here?"

McGonagall shook her head. What happened just now seemed like a bizarre dream. Weak sweat dripped from her forehead, and she stared at Professor Binns who bent down to pick up the Time-Turner.

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

McGonagall nodded, and took Professor Binns' cold and hot hand that was extended to her.

"Hold on to me, we are about to embark on an extraordinary trip!"

...

"Professor Binns is dead."

Mag lowered his head and said softly, his tone was calm and terrifying, "In order to send me back, he provided the magic power needed by the Time Converter at the cost of his own memory, he..."

After confirming Tom's health, the woman who had been strong all the way finally couldn't suppress it, covered her mouth, and sobbed softly with her shoulders shrugged.

"I know, I saw it with my own eyes, he...is a brave man," Tom put his hand on her shoulder, "Professor Binns should have graduated from Gryffindor, right?"

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall shoved him, "When Professor Binns joined Hogwarts, there was no Gryffindor College."

She raised her head and met Tom's smiling face. Only then did she realize that Tom's simple jokes made herself laugh so easily. The haze in her heart did not dissipate, but was covered by the smile promised by Professor Binns before his departure.

"Let's go to Berlin quickly," McGonagall said hastily after waking up, "Since you're back, you must have brought a way to defeat Hai Erbo!"

She swung her wand and was about to Apparate when Tom stopped her.

"Wait first."

"But--"

"Just take it as a request from a two-thousand-year-old man," Tom shook his head earnestly, "I've dealt with him for so long, I really don't want to be spoiled by his old face when I just wake up, and... I think Wait for some people."

"people?"

Mag raised his head and looked at the gleaming, spreading eagle mark that was gradually spreading in the sky—the mark that belonged to the "Three Great Hermes" that was imprinted in the hearts of everyone who was accompanied by wizard pictures in their childhood. symbol.

"From the war two thousand years ago, I learned a truth," Tom said softly, and his hoarse tone gradually returned to the high-spirited young man under the moisture of the not-so-fresh air, "Human disasters need to be overcome by ourselves. , The epic of the world is not a game between heroes and devils, Minerva, I wanted to be a hero before, but it took me two thousand years to realize that I was wrong."

"you are wrong?"

"Gnar didn't leave Jonas's fedora to me to make me realize his ideals, he was trying to find something for me to do in the end, he knew my choice, as I knew his He just wanted to keep me from being lonely and going crazy for a long time."

"Tom... two thousand years... two thousand years! What have you been through?"

"I have traveled to every corner of this world. When my journey first started, I tried to instill my magic and Gnar's ideas into everyone who can use magic, but the hearts of people are branded with the times. How can it be so easily changed?" Tom smiled, "So I decided to sow the seeds, you may not imagine that I, who always hate history, have participated in almost all major events that have happened in history, whether it is wizards Yes, or Muggles, until I got tired and laid myself in the coffin for Gnar after a last visit to the last of my old comrades against Helbo."

Churchill seemed to be tired from standing, and the collapsed door behind him stood up again. He turned around, pried open a crack, and got in. Immediately afterwards, the screen was replaced by the post-war policies of the British government.

"Gnar left me a chocolate frog card, which is his favorite collection. Those who fought side by side with us in the past left their most proud magic and achievements in the card, even if it is only one The name is enough to arouse the curiosity of those who harvest the pictures, knowledge is the cheapest treasure, if you really want to learn, those high walls and bookcases can't stop you."

Seeing Churchill leave, Nobby Rich also dispersed the Aurors behind him. His posters melted into lumps of dye, condensing into a dazzling array of magic merchandise promotions.

"I'm not a person with great ambitions like Gnar, and I don't understand how his ideal world will be built. Fortunately, before I left, I at least saw its prototype," Tom breathed out in a cold breath. A straight column of white smoke condensed in the wind, "He created everything I saw from a fragmented, dilapidated and deformed world, and what I can do is to make this world a little bit worse before he comes back." Even better, I picked up his name from when he was in Greece, gathered people who were eager for change, and established a magic society named 'Three Great Hermes', and I discovered that we are not alone, this world There are countless people like us who seek change and have nowhere to go, this is the greatest cause, compared with it, Haierbo is just a small vortex in front of the great route."

"The triple great Hermes...you founded it?"

"No, since the name was heard in the land of the Balkan Peninsula, he has already gained countless followers, and what I did was just to let it continue," Tom waved his hand, and skipped lightly. His own achievements are like the legend that condensed blood and tears two thousand years ago was written into a story that can only be recorded in a few chapters, and only occupies a few pages in the wizard's history book. The research on the nature of magic, on the other hand, we look for wizards who have left a reputation in various eras, and record their glorious deeds and great magic on a small card. We are ghosts who do not belong to any era, but we are interested Every age lends a helping hand, and in return the great men of every age leave at the end of their days what is most precious to them besides life in that little picture... You see , and here they come."

Mag's eyes widened. In the empty square, distorted halos were formed out of thin air. After seeing the call of the triple great Hermes, this group of seekers who have been passed down to this day gathered at the foot of the mark. It and The Dark Mark, which should have been born in this moment of history, is so similar, but it reveals a completely different great temperament.

"There are fewer and fewer people." Tom looked at the crowd. There were only a few people, as sparse as the Populus euphratica forest in the desert. "I think there should be a lot of people in the past."

Why would Tom Riddle, a hot young man of late, unleash the conjure magic? The sparse crowd didn't have much doubt. An old lady stood up: "Most people... have already gone to Berlin. I'm afraid they won't be able to answer the call. We are the members who are least good at duels and the last line of defense."

"Oh I got it."

Tom smiled at Mag, but at the moment Mag was already immersed in shock, unable to notice Tom's gaze at all.

"When facing Haierbo at the end, Nelson asked time for help, but he was the only one who could answer his call," Tom straightened up proudly, "It's different now, there are countless people who have been waiting to be called in history, and they are in a hurry Patience is ready to wield a power that is useless in their time!"

Behind him, the faint clouds and mist seemed to condense into a figure fighting side by side with him, making it difficult to tell whether it was the frost of autumn or the fog of London.

Under Mag's gaze, among the sparse crowd, ancient phantoms appeared one after another. They were dressed in different styles, and some of them even didn't use magic wands. She saw Greek battle armor, Viking horned helmets, and Egyptian robes. , alchemist’s long gown, luxurious palace attire, worker’s waistcoat… It’s like a cross-age fashion show, they have passed through the ages and classes, but the same light is shining in their eyes, the two-thousand-year-long agreement, The time has finally come to cash in.

"Is this the reinforcement you prepared?" Mag said in a daze, "The legend in history..."

"Of course," Tom shook his head. "As I said, Haierbo is just a small vortex, a fool torn apart by fate. We are waiting in history, and we must create the future today!"

...

"boom!"

Aberforth held two young people who were closest to the shattered barrier, and rolled out of the smoke. The city of two thousand years ago, covering the modern Alexandria, slowly emerged in his eyes, which was left by the time war. The wreckage is the prelude to the end of the Millennium War. The coastline submerged by sea water slowly rises. The towering pyramids crushed the Muggle fortifications during the war and then appeared. It opened the entrance, and the dark and deep corridor waited solemnly Intruders that disturb its slumber.

"What is this?" Alphard hugged his head to avoid the splashing bricks, "Do the Egyptians know how to do this? Does the old man who spoke on the stage just now know?"

When no one answered him, Aberforth dropped the two of them and rushed into the smoke.

Alphard raised his head, looked at Aberforth's back, slapped his head, and rushed in behind him.