My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I met a man, about a year before the war broke out. I was a psychiatrist. That year, I took sixteen of the most stubborn patients in the hospital to Europe to try the latest treatment there. One of them Claiming to be a wizard."

In a London pub, a balding Englishman is talking to a bushy-haired German.

"Will a wizard be caught in a mental hospital?"

"I didn't think so either. Before that, I didn't even know the existence of magic," the bald man adjusted his glasses, and said to the wizard investigator in front of him, "Maybe he lost his magic in some accident." Wand, I heard that most wizards can't use magic after losing their wand, maybe the wand is your body, isn't it?"

He shrugged his shoulders, thought for a moment, and said: "That is the first patient I have met since I practiced medicine, who is normal in all aspects but judged to be hysterical by me. He always wakes me up when I practice medicine. Experience determines the fate of patients, he later made great contributions in Berlin, and also appeared on the cover of "The Quibbler", called Barry Gorshack."

After hearing this name, the investigator on the opposite side had a strange expression. He stroked the Deathly Hallows pendant on his chest, looking like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing, you can continue talking."

"My experience tells me that you are very anxious now. You know him, so what I said embarrasses you, doesn't it?" The middle-aged doctor Jack smiled, "What I want to say now is another One thing, when he was about to arrive in Poland, he disappeared and was rescued by someone."

"Is it possible... that he ran away by himself? After all, Barry is a wizard after all."

"Impossible," Dr. Jack shook his head, and said seriously, "As a doctor, I know better than anyone else his mental state at that time. He felt hopeless because of the straitjacket he was wearing, and that feeling of powerlessness is beyond anyone's control. It was impossible to fake it, not to mention that the crew found signs of damage in the corridor the next day, and that night, a firework appeared on the sea."

He pointed to the pendant on the investigator's chest: "You know him, you should belong to the same organization, this mark is very important to you, it may be used as a distress signal, someone sent the signal for him, I don't know I remember, but on his own, he absolutely couldn’t leave that ship, and I wasn’t too surprised by his departure, it seemed that I had seen the ‘magic’ on the ship before that.”

"Well, thank you for your cooperation, sir."

Investigators wrote their names on the tail of the letterhead, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with a stamp that read "Suspect."

"Am I not going into enough detail? As a psychiatrist, I consider my anatomy of my abnormal state of mind to be somewhat authoritative."

"You are worrying too much," the investigator smiled and stretched out his hand. "Besides that, there are two levels of 'nonsense' and 'outrageous'."

...

"I know my son, or so I think I know him."

"Yes, I always knew that he lived in an orphanage in the West End of London, and was cared for by that woman surnamed Cole. I followed his growth, and I have been following him since I heard about his existence. He inherited He inherited some of that woman's qualities, my face and my last name, and... my arrogance, my ambition, my pride, he was like a magical me, a cold person. "

"I firmly believe that such a person will not become a hero, even if he is educated by the best teacher in the world, because his birth came from a hypocritical deception, a twisted mother and a father who just wanted to escape."

Old Tom lowered his head, took a deep puff of his cigarette, raised his head, stared at the silent person with his back to him with his bloodshot eyes, and only a little boy was exposed behind the tall high-backed chair. After cutting off the sleeves, the quill brushed across the parchment, leaving lines of text intact.

"call……"

The smog made his presbyopic vision even more cloudy, "He didn't really love his father and mother. When he was born in this world, he was greeted only by snow on winter nights. London has never been so beautiful. In the cold winter, it is rare to see such cold snow. His heart has long been frozen in his mother's body. I don't know who can open the ice that freezes his heart. It requires long-term company and trust. How can there be such a person in a life as turbulent as a snowflake?"

"My weakness, let my son... He is my son after all, I let him grow up in a neighborhood full of violence, poverty, deceit and coercion, I have no doubt that he will become a villain, a criminal, A man who takes pleasure in violence and blood, I have no doubt that with magic, he will become a demon as powerful as Hai Erbo who was defeated by you a few days ago...but he has become a hero, a rescuer The world and save my hero."

Old Tom raised his head, and the cigarette butt had burned his finger, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and said every word: "When I first saw him, he was as stubborn and strong as a hedgehog, even if life was not going well. , but he treated my property as rubbish, and at that time I saw happiness in his eyes that even I didn't have, it made me crazy with jealousy, and he even helped me find my daughter Laura."

"Some time ago, she was injured and she was recuperating in St. Mungo's. I was afraid that the wizard's magic would not cure her, so I invited some top doctors to prepare for any eventuality, but they told me that Laura and I have different blood types," Old Tom smiled dejectedly, "Haha, my housekeeper told me that Laura was abducted by a liar named Richard Jewell, fate lied to me again, but I don't care, she and a complainer Careless parents who still love their girl are no different, I am the same as a father who loves a long lost and reunited daughter, the world is full of regrets, but we need each other."

The arms protruding from the armrests of the high-back chair trembled, and quickly retracted.

"She redeemed me, but my son, who redeemed him? Who is going to redeem him? I saw his head on the streets of London. He is proud and famous. He has a brighter future than anyone else. , but the joy on that poor boy's face is gone!" Old Tom yelled out the most piercing words in the softest voice, "You must help him, my lord wizard!"

"Bang!"

The lights came on, and the courtroom that originally belonged to the Wizengamot was blindingly bright. A witch pushed through the heavy door and walked in: "Mr. Riddle, thank you for your cooperation, you can leave now."

"I don't know where I learned that he likes tomatoes, so I bought a piece of land in Sicily that is suitable for growing grapes, it is also suitable for growing vegetables, and the tomatoes will definitely grow well there."

Old Tom stared at the high-backed chair, and after a moment of silence, he left with the help of the witch. When he stepped out of the threshold, a voice behind the high-backed chair caught his eyes.

"That's a small tomato, that's a fruit."

...

"I can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Grindelwald, with red eyes, looked at the sealed documents piled up to the ceiling in front of him. He hadn't closed his eyes for several days. After the last sealed letter flew from the air vent to the top, he turned around and looked at him. Tom said: "What I can confirm is that the disappearance of Albus and the disappearance of Nelson have a primary and secondary difference. His disappearance is largely due to the fact that I destroyed Haierbo's memory and destroyed its coherence. It led to the subsequent collapse, and Albus was also wiped out by those heroic spirits along with Haierbo's existence, but his existence seems to prove that as long as we can get Nelson back, we will be able to get back he."

"Thank you for everything, Grindelwald," Tom nodded. He had just rushed back from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - the main room in the Department of Mysteries that was vacant for some reason. Help you bring Professor Dumbledore back."

"There is no need to say such things, Riddle," Grindelwald shook his head, "I carefully analyzed the Pythian prophecy you brought back, and it shows that there seems to be some kind of acquired symbiosis between Nelson and Haierbo The strangling of Haierbo may be the link that led to his disappearance. Most people only know that Haierbo was defeated, but they have forgotten who Haierbo is and what he has done. There is a certain relationship between the two. Connected over magic."

"In the chocolate frog picture you left me, the soul of another steel giant created by Nelson two thousand years ago is sealed. In the past few days, I have asked people to follow the clues of history. When you let it go—— In the era of Merlin, its inheritance was confirmed, but I never thought it would be that... noisy armor."

"I found from some antique collectors the metal that was unearthed with your coffin when Azkaban was discovered. With the armor as the core, and with the help of the magic left in the card by the ancient Greek wizard, I pieced it together. The original appearance of the giant, it does not remember Nelson, but the armor remembers its 'brother', it is now at our feet, a god who has experienced everything of you, is enough to be the carrier of return," Grindelwald said Clenching fists, "The establishment of the self needs to be verified by others. This is a magic that has never appeared in this world. It uses traces to bring back people who do not exist... I named it with the word in the prophecy, and I called it , a glimpse of a hero."

"Avada Kedavra!"

He suddenly raised his arm and pointed at Tom. Tom raised his hand instinctively, and a red light shot out, knocking down the old wand in Grindelwald's hand, and it flew into Tom's hand in a whirl, while his exhausted body was under the spell of the spell. Flying backwards under the bombardment, he was overturned on the door, his face flushed.

"Go, Tom Marvolo Riddle, I see in the future, Voldemort who will kill me!" Grindelwald laughed heartily, "The Elder Wand is yours now, use it to take your Best friend, my love... Even if the sacred vessel is missing a link, I believe that you will become their resurrection stone!"

Tom gave him a deep look, and raised his wand.

...

"Yes, a professor who claimed to be Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft came to me that day, opened the gin I was going to leave for Christmas, and wanted to take away the children here. He was wearing a purple suit and gave me two A list, maybe he made a mistake?"

"I remember that day as I remember the day when all wands found their owners, and never, even in London, was there such a fog as that."

"I admit I like Tom, Alphard, stop barking! We're friends, aren't we? We're so close, the four of us...huh?"

"I swear I'm absolutely incapable of beating Riddle and the other two warriors by myself, they must have made a mistake, I almost believed it myself, until I saw what they did in the newspaper, isn't it a joke ? And I can defeat that Ludwig Kant? You are blaspheming heroes, you should go find... Uh, it seems to be a classmate who has a close relationship with Myrtle, what is his name?"

"How can a sailor have a chance to read? Someone must have told me the story of Icarus."

"Our workshop director invented the magic factory? Joke, if he has this ability, why is he still a workshop director now? I saw a book about workshop management in his office. Does he need to learn from himself?"

"(Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo it said it sent a letter to Nurmengard, those stupid wizards are really weak, not as good as the phoenix raised by Dumbledore, sorry, I don't know Dumbledore is Who, wait a minute, I'll ask it."

"Do you really dare to come here? Come on, tell me, look at this curtain, tell me, what was the movie that was played here? "Tom and Jerry"?"

"Someone did get us off the 'drug' at the time, but I didn't know, I really didn't know."

"Second Salem, that's really hell... In hell, there are angels."

"I don't know what you're talking about? But I want to know, who made the missionaries? Why isn't it in The Quibbler?"

"My kids are Squibs, but I've always believed they were going to be fine, and someone gave me the confidence that, really, I'm not crazy."

"Someone promised me that he would take me home. Has he... gone home?"

"When I was hunted down by the wizards of Nurmengard, I met an old hunter named Nelson, haha, I gave him the magic left by my father."

"****, who lied to me?"

"You don't have to ask, I know who you are talking about, I remember very clearly, even if you all forget, I will not forget, who dug me out of the dead and gave me his surname, he It's my brother, and it's my home."

"Lord Peeves seems to have had something stolen by a villain, and he forced me to call him uncle."

"Meow~"

...

"Riddle! Magic power, magic power is coming up, and there is also a mist of mist!"

"Yeah, Grindelwald! They're coming back!"

"Damn it, we lack the most powerful proof of Nelson's existence, his magic! Why is the wand you brought broken? It's over, it's going to dissipate."

"I know...I know where his magic lies."

...

The red train galloped across the white field and stopped in front of the dark gate. Grindelwald was sitting in the carriage, watching Tom walking out step by step with a beer mug, and clenched his teeth tightly.

"The price needs to be made up, Grindelwald," Tom's voice dissipated in the wind, he walked towards the gap in the curtain step by step, and said that the invisibility cloak was draped over his shoulders, and his figure disappeared little by little, "I'm going to bring him back ..."

Grindelwald watched the distorted air approaching the door a little bit. He clenched his fist, looked at the corner of the beer mug, and suddenly widened his eyes, because he saw that Tom's hand stretched out from under the invisibility cloak had been lifted. The curtain was opened.

"You're crazy!"

Their hope is about to be completely wiped out, and a suicide will take away the last hope.

The invisibility cloak had already slipped off his shoulders, and one of his hands had already reached into the door, unable to turn back. Tom stopped, turned his head, and smiled at Grindelwald. He pointed to his forehead, in the hallucination Under the erosion of the human body, he easily pulled out his own memory, which is an indispensable part of Nelson's self-existence as the "other", but when he cast that magic, he was reluctant to give it up and treat it as a one-off Consumables are thrown into attempts with unknown probabilities.

The wand in the beer glass fell under Tom's shaking, and the rotten metal fragments rolled and scattered to various places in the blurred illusion like fallen leaves in the deep valley.

"Zheng!"

Just as the wand was about to fall to the ground, a hand caught it, the rotten wood cut through the air, and the fragments of principle gathered towards Tom's side like a torrent.

His drifting memories froze around the rotten wood, reshaping it into a straight wand flowing with warm silvery steam.

"I'm back."

...

"Beep...beep...beep...beep beep!"

The monitor issued a piercing alarm sound, and with its beeping, hurried footsteps sounded, and it was a bright white.

"The patient is awake! The patient is awake!"

"Ah... It feels like being killed by a semi-trailer."

"The patient is awake! The patient is awake!"

On the white wall, the red cross seems to be composed of a wooden stick and a knife.

The nurse's joyful voice gradually moved away, the surrounding scene finally brightened, and rich and complicated voices flooded into my ears.

The sound of the infusion tube ticking, sighing, crying, nervous drivers, self-blaming mothers and ignorant boys.

There was also the sound of footsteps stopping outside the ward.

"Oh? The Elder Wand? Your movie theater still sells this thing?!"