My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Downstairs in the library of the Black Tower, Nelson held the laurel at the foot of Pythia. For some reason, he always felt that the statue of the priestess seemed to look down at him.

Nelson let go of the laurel branch, raised his head and rubbed his eyes, the statue of the priestess still held up the little sun as in the past, and the gentle fire light released by the sun was no different from the past.

"It looks like I need to take a good rest." He shook his head, bent down to hold the green branches, and whispered her name.

"Pythia."

A breeze blew, and Nelson disappeared into the streets of Nurmengard.

...

"Mr. Nelson?"

Nelson opened his eyes and found that the previous living room had become empty. Several white puppets were struggling to lift a long table out of the storage room. He looked around, and the place where the sound seemed to be from the tower. In the kitchen, Nelson stretched out his hand to hold the slightly warm cane suspended in the air, and walked towards the small room full of oily smoke.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've lived alone for so many years." Lori-Ann acted like a rich girl who can't cook, standing in the kitchen holding a strangely shaped spatula. I was busy in front of the stove, making the place a mess.

"Are you okay? Do you need help? I can cook a little bit." Nelson was choked by the kitchen fumes, suppressed the desire to cough, covered his mouth and nose and pulled out his wand, thinking about whether to put out the fire, or wait a while It may be time to save someone.

"No, no, no!" Lori-Ann pretended to be angry, crossed her hips, and pointed at Nelson with a spatula. "I graduated from etiquette school before becoming a magician! I can cook."

"Okay, okay." Nelson raised his hands to beg for forgiveness. He originally wanted to chat with Lori Ann, but seeing that the environment was not suitable for chatting, he had to say, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, let me think about it." Lori Ann held the spatula up to her chin and thought about it. Only then did Nelson notice that her spatula was not stained with oil. It seemed that she had been cooking for a long time, but she was lonely. She thought for a moment, then said slowly, "Can you go down and help me pick some lettuce and pumpkin? I turned the garden downstairs into a small vegetable patch... but I just asked Mr. Scamander to let me Let me see……"

She pushed open the kitchen window and looked down, then turned her head and said, "Uh...it seems that he is having a good chat with the caterpillars in the vegetable field, and he is already a little bit overwhelmed."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, picked up two stacked small wooden baskets from the side, and twirled the stick in his hand, it quickly turned into a delicate little hoe, "I need other things of something?"

...

"Nelson, why did you hang out with them?" When Nelson turned his hoe and went downstairs, Newt was squatting on the edge of the vegetable patch, staring at a caterpillar trying to gnaw on a lettuce leaf, and heard Footsteps, he asked without moving, without turning his head.

"Senior Newt, what did you say?"

"Grindelwald is not a good person. Even if he treats you well on the surface, it is because he has plots against you." Newt stood up on his knees, patted the dirt on his trousers, and turned to face Nelson. "The last time I met you, I asked my friends in Hogwarts about you."

"What did they say?"

"My friends have all become teachers, so I don't know your campus life very well, and I don't know why you chose to leave Hogwarts." Newt said slowly, "My good friend Melissa Se Kex, do you know her? She teaches Charms at Hogwarts and is the head of Ravenclaw. She said you got good grades and were an excellent student."

"I often deal with Professor Sykes." Nelson nodded. "She taught me a lot."

"Really?" Newt looked at Nelson with scrutiny, and said each word, "She also told me that you and Albus had conflicts, what's going on?"

"..." Nelson said nothing, bent down and began to dig lettuce with a hoe, "Senior Newt, you are also the one who left Hogwarts halfway, you should understand that people's ideas always conflict, I don't want to accuse Professor Dumbledore of anything, on the contrary I respect him very much, but there is no need for two people with different ideas to stay together."

"We're different." Newt shook his head. "I think—"

"Then you should understand better," Nelson pulled out a lettuce, threw it into the wooden basket, and found the next lettuce to continue fighting, "Since you all know that we are different, you must know what we have chosen. Every road has its own reason to have to go.”

"Nelson——" Newt was a little dumb, and didn't know what to do. He could only stare into the eyes of the young student with his lips pursed. The vegetable garden soon fell into silence, and only Nelson was left digging vegetables. The sound of Xixisuo.

"Senior, do you regret leaving Hogwarts?" When the wooden basket was full, Nelson brought another one, moved it to the side of the pumpkin patch, and asked suddenly.

"I..." Newt froze in place as if under a immobilization spell, he buried his head between his legs like an ostrich, and fell into a long silence.

"I'm sorry, Senior Newt." Nelson put down the cane that turned into a small scythe again, chopped off a pumpkin stem, and apologized softly.

"No, it's okay." Newt raised his head and said with empty eyes, "I actually regret it."

"The time when I was studying in Hufflepuff was the most carefree and almost the happiest years in my life." Newt said with some stuttering, he hadn't recalled that distant period for a long time. "During so many years of wandering outside, I always wondered, if I hadn't had any accidents, hadn't been expelled from Hogwarts, and graduated from Hufflepuff smoothly, would I have become The man of my childhood dreams."

"The person I dreamed of when I was a child."

"Our life is always going with the flow, and no one knows what will happen in the next second." Newt stared at the sky, where the six-winged Thunderbird was hovering in the vast expanse of sky, "His name is Frank, do you think he Prestige?"

"Extremely majestic." Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure dancing in the lightning, nodded, "I have never seen such an imposing bird, mastering lightning above the clouds..."

"But do you know? I rescued him from the bird dealers in Egypt in the first place." Newt's eyes showed nostalgia, "At that time, he was not so imposing, a small as if Little chickens like quail, cowering in a basket like yours, waiting to be sold to some cruel wizard."

"I really didn't expect..."

"Do you think we are like him?" Newt turned his head and stared at Nelson with burning eyes. "I don't advise you to go back, after all, I don't have such a position. We are all rootless duckweed, but we Unlike him, we at least have the right to choose."

"Do we have it?" Nelson couldn't help wondering, isn't he just the rootless duckweed drifting with the current? As a wizard, he was involved in the tragedy caused by the Muggle War by fate, so that he was helpless even here, and the wand in his hand was not even as powerful as a pistol.

"Nelson, Albus told me that you are his favorite and most recognized student so far. This has nothing to do with your magical talent, but a word he heard from you." Newt read every word "With great power comes great responsibility."

"this is only--"

"Nelson, I don't know if you believe this sentence yourself, but I can't agree more with it. People nowadays, especially wizards, they always think about endless demands, gaining power, grabbing power, and earning wealth. And I never thought of taking corresponding responsibilities, but in fact, everyone has his own responsibilities living in the world, even a magical animal living in nature has responsibilities that it must fulfill." Newt said verbatim Confided, "The more capable people are, the more they need to create a greater cause, instead of disrupting the order for their own selfish desires like Grindelwald. I have been annoyed countless times that I don't have such ability, and there is no way to prevent some tragedies from happening. , but I think you must be able to understand this truth.”

There was a long silence in the pumpkin field, until Lori Ann on the top of the tower opened the window and shouted, "Mr. Nelson, you have to hurry up! Are you also attracted by caterpillars?"

"Here it is!" Nelson was stunned, and he raised the wooden basket full of lettuce to show Lori Ann, "I've already picked it! Wait a moment."

"Let me do it." Newt took the heavy wooden basket from Nelson, and followed Nelson up the stairs.

Dinner was a simple family feast, some stew and a few steaks served with the top. Although it was simple, it was richer. Lori Ann finally left the kitchen under Nelson's persuasion, which prevented the historic castle from being burned. Although the cooking skills of some of you here are mediocre, for wizards, the development of household spells is a grand undertaking that has been going on for dozens of centuries and has been iterated countless times. Wand, everything in the kitchen started to work in order.

There was a wonderful scene at the dinner table before the meal - Lori Ann was praying, Nelson was wiping his hands with a wet towel, White and Andre were sitting together reviewing the "homework" of the saints, making it like an ideological and political study , and Newt Scamander, as a well-known magizoologist, has already got into the box to conduct daily visits to the magical animals he brought with him.

By the time everyone is ready to sit down at the table, several people are all the same.

"Miss Lorian, who are you praying to before dinner?" Andre asked casually while spreading meat sauce on his bread, "God?"

"God?" Lori Ann shook her head, "I am praying to magic, and I am always in awe of magic power - this is a compulsory course for every magician, even the god of creation is not as good as magic to us importance."

"I must write this down, and I will teach those young people when I go back. They always lack respect for magic." Andre glanced at Newt, and continued to ask, "Creator God? Looks like Miss Lorien Your religion is also very special."

"Religious belief?" Lori Ann raised her head buried in the plate fighting with the steak, and asked strangely, "What religious belief? Why should I believe in him? I'm not a priest."

Everyone didn't understand what she was saying, and the dinner ended in such a confused atmosphere.

After the meal, Nelson walked to the kitchen. Lori Ann was holding a porcelain plate and directing her dolls to clean up the tableware. When she heard Nelson coming in, she looked back and said, "Mr. Nelson, you don't need to help , I can still complete this work. Go back to your room and rest, and I will tell you about my notes later."

"No," Nelson looked at the well-ordered dolls, turned to look outside the door, closed the door again, and said in a low voice, "Miss Lori Ann, you are from another world, aren't you?"

The plate in Luo Lian's hand fell to the ground and shattered into porcelain slag.

"How do you know? I didn't tell you, did I?" She narrowed her eyes vigilantly at Nelson, who was pulling out his wand.

"It's back to the original." Nelson lightly tapped his wand, and the broken porcelain pieces on the ground quickly gathered together and slowly pieced back into the shape of a plate. "Have you forgotten? You told my uncle that you fell from the sky. Those who came down were always looking for someone with magic, trying to find their way home."

"Ah..." Luo Lian frowned, and immediately relaxed, "I told him this."

"Did you find it?" Nelson asked earnestly, staring at Lori's troubled face.

"..." Luo Lian raised her head and looked at him like a fool.

"Didn't you find it?" Nelson was a little disappointed.

"What do you think?" Luo Lian said with a depressed face, "If you find it, can you still meet me here? Not to mention that you are the first batch of wizards I saw, and you came here to look for me before that." They're all people who don't know magic."

"All right……"

"Why are you interested in this matter?"

"You may not believe it, but I'm actually from another world." Nelson noticed Luo Lian's increasingly weird gaze, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "Well, actually, I've always been interested in traveling to other worlds. Things are interesting."

"Why?" Luo Lian didn't quite understand, "The world is so big, there are so many places to explore, why travel to other worlds? What's more, you may not be able to return to your hometown."

"your hometown?"

"My hometown is called Arad. It is a place that has been devastated by war, but is still beautiful..."

Luo Lian opened her mouth slowly, and began to tell the story of an innocent girl who fell to another world like a dead leaf in a disaster...

For the first time, Nelson knew that there were people in this world who had experienced the same experience as himself, but he had never told his story to others. What about visions lost in dreams?

But at this moment he is relieved, no matter whether that vague memory is a mental illness, or only exists in the white mist of the misty illusion, he is relieved, whether it is the childhood growing up with Tom, or his being under the wheel of a semi-trailer The blue sky you see is a precious thing that cannot be more real.

"Why are you crying?" Luo Lian frantically rummaged through her pockets to find her handkerchief, and asked in a panic, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I don't know why—"

"It's okay." Nelson looked up, a big smile on his tear-stained face.

"Nelson, what's the matter with you?" Andre's anxious voice came.

The door opened.

...

The door opened.

"Boom."

The violent noise woke up the dust that had been deposited thousands of years ago, and the smell of decay and the withered sweetness unique to venom poured out from the dark pit.

Hogwarts, in front of a sink in a girls' bathroom, Tom is looking up at the slowly opening door leading to the Chamber of Secrets that Salazar Slytherin left to his successor.

It is still a big chapter to be mentally disturbed by Telecom today.