My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mettle, why are you here?"

"I..." Myrtle stopped sobbing, and gave Tom a bright smile, but it was ridiculous because the unstoppable tears were running down her cheeks.

I have to say that Tom's preemptive attack was still very effective. Myrtle has ignored why he came out of the women's bathroom, but began to explain, "I... I'm fine, I like it when I'm fine. Come here alone for a while."

"Really?" Tom squinted at Myrtle's foggy glasses, let go of his worries, and reprimanded with a haughty attitude even though he was facing classmates of the same grade, " It's so late now, and you still go out at night alone, this is a violation of school regulations, and it's not safe."

"me……"

Myrtle hesitated for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears, startling Tom, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't appear in front of you, I thought I was the only one in this bathroom, but I didn't expect you to be there too." Inside, I... sorry, woo woo..."

"What's the matter with you? Why are you crying here alone in the middle of the night?" Tom couldn't bear this kind of crying in front of him, and he broke his work in an instant.

The appearance of Myrtle reminded him of a girl in the orphanage before. He still remembered that her name was Martha. Because she was thin and small, she was always bullied by other older children. One of the children, he frowned and asked gently, "Did someone bully you?"

"No..." Myrtle turned her back, squatted on the ground and sobbed silently, "You... you can go back and leave me alone."

"It seems so, hiss... this kind of crybaby is really tricky." Tom had a judgment in his heart.

He didn't dare to turn around to look at the little girl's crying face. After thinking about it, he took out a new handkerchief he just bought from his pocket and put it on Myrtle's shoulder, trying to soften his voice, " You are the first Hogwarts classmate that Gnar knows, and we can be regarded as friends like this... I don’t want to say that it’s okay, but if there is anything that cannot be resolved, you must come to me.”

"You don't have to worry about me..."

"If Gnar is here, he will definitely take care of it. Since he is not here, let me take care of his business!" Although Tom stands out among his peers, he is still a child. He patted his chest and pretended Very reliable appearance, the contrast between appearance and movement is particularly funny, and cute, "Besides, I have always been a helpful person."

"Thank you," Myrtle nodded. Although she still turned her back to Tom, she felt that she seemed to be feeling better and her emotions had stabilized. I'll be back soon, the administrator won't come here to inspect at night."

"Well, you remember to go back early."

"By the way," Myrtle suddenly remembered something, turned around and called Tom who was about to leave, "Where did Nelson go? Isn't he planning to come back?"

"Uh... I'm here to fetch something, Alphard you know? Alphard Black from Slytherin,"

Seeing Myrtle nod, Tom hastened out the excuse he had been making up for a long time: "He always likes to do some cheap pranks, and he hid my textbooks in the ladies' room, so I had to look for them at night, No, I just found it today..."

He took out the book "Principles of Magic" and showed it to Myrtle. As soon as he lifted it up, he suddenly realized that this was not the question Myrtle just asked him. He opened his mouth like a carp, as if he wanted to spit out two bubbles to add to the fun, "What I want to say is that he is traveling in Europe now, and he is doing well. He eats and drinks every day, and someone does his laundry for him."

Tom spread his hands, "Since you care about him so much, why don't you write to him directly? Gnar has a quirk of answering every letter. As long as you write to him, he promises to tell the whole story about himself."

"Can I?"

"You...can't write?" Tom couldn't figure out the way of the girl in front of him, imitating Myrtle's probing tone and asked, "If you don't know what to write, just write About his ugly cat thing, I think he's almost forgotten about that guy."

"I understand, I'll write to him when I get back," Myrtle nodded, thinking of the cute kitten, the haze on her face was much less, "Go back early, don't be discovered by the administrator .”

"Okay." Tom shrugged. "Goodbye."

"Thank you, Tom."

Tom didn't speak, but walked towards the Slytherin lounge, raised the next door and waved, as if to say hello, until he passed a corner, and then said softly, "It's okay...it seems that you didn't see me What are you doing, I don't know what Slytherin is thinking, it's really vulgar to put the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets in the women's toilet."

...

"Riddle, you're back."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, George Carolla, who was closest to the door, turned on the lights. His honorifics were very abstract and deliberate. He took out a box of candied fruit from the cabinet as if offering a treasure, held it up and asked, "Would you like Have something to eat?"

"No need," Tom glanced at the exquisite fruit box from the corner of his eye, shook his head, and walked into the bathroom next to the bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, "Go to bed early."

"Good night." The other two in the dormitory also sat up and greeted.

"By the way, Carlo." Tom's voice came from the bathroom.

"What's the matter?" George Carroll, who had just gone to bed, jumped down again, ran to the door of the bathroom and asked eagerly, "Is there anything I can do? The cat has been fed, and it decided to go to Gryffindor tonight." Sleeping next to the stove in the multi-lounge, I entrusted your friend, Miss Jewell, to feed, and this time the feed is..."

"Okay, okay, you don't need to tell me about this kind of thing." Tom interrupted him impatiently through the door, "I want to ask, do you know how that Mettle in Ravenclaw is?" What's the matter? She seems to be bullied? Aren't you well-informed? Have you heard anything?"

"Do you know this too?" Carlo said standing outside the door, "She seems to be the only Muggle-born student in her dormitory, so..."

"So her roommates are always teasing her in different ways, and together with a bunch of boring guys from Ravencrow, gossip about her."

"What gossip?" Tom asked vaguely with toothpaste in his mouth. "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"They don't dare to come and gossip with you," Carlo explained. "It's nothing more than criticizing a person's appearance, slandering his character, belittling his family background, and back and forth."

"It's really boring." Tom spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth with a mouthful of cold water, and said after spitting it out, "It's really nothing new. I didn't expect wizards' gossip to be as good as Muggle gossip." Nothing special, it seems that humans may not be very creative in this regard."

"It's like this...do you know Mettle?" Carlo asked curiously.

"Yes, I'm quite familiar with her, have you forgotten? Gnar's cat has always been with her." Tom touched the back of his hand, which had been scratched countless times by question marks.

"Do you need me to warn those guys with long tongues?" Carlo wanted to take the initiative to do some work.

"Don't bother," Tom said casually as he opened the bathroom door, wiping his face with a towel, "you just bully them too."

"Okay, some people have long been annoyed by the group of chattering Ravenclaws."

"But don't go too far."

"You are so kind."

"Don't say such things, or I will always feel that you are scolding me." Tom gave him a blank look, walked to his bed, lifted the quilt, and got in, "Tomorrow is still two brooms, don't forget, sleep early."

"Do you want to call your friends?" Carlo turned off the light and went to bed.

"who?"

"Miss Jewell."

"No, she's a Gryffindor." In the dark, Tom shook his head in disappointment.

There is another chapter later