My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 1

"I think no one understands "Harry Potter" better than me. We always face all kinds of disasters in our lives. It may be the sudden bad news, or the long and numbing torture." Eight On the 4th, Chen Yang, who had just finished watching "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", walked out of the cinema and talked to his friends around him, "But we must always maintain a high morale. This is not just a hope for a better future." , It is even more an uncompromising gesture—even though we live in the gutter, we still need to look up at the sky."

　　 The friend held the ice cream stick and looked at him blankly and nodded, as if he heard some life phrase: "But how should we get out of the gutter..."

　　 "For example, now, I think I can be a hero!"

He suddenly ran to the middle of the road, and in the eyes of his friend's astonishment, this picture was reflected: a semi-trailer carrying steel pipes slammed towards the side of the road, the driver's eyes were full of panic, and the tires and the ground were rubbing against the sky. In the smoke and dust, there was a stunned child standing in the middle of the road, with a magic wand issued by the cinema in his hand, while his ordinary friend from childhood to large ditched his bag and sprinted to the child.

Our protagonist hugged the other half of the child on the road and ran wildly, but because he rushed too fast, he lost his balance. Hit and fly out to the side of the road.

　　 After a while, a friend ran up anxiously, and saw him staring at the sky in a daze, the blue was the last thing he saw.

Crying, laughing, screaming, glaring red and hot air occupy the five senses, "Am I in the incinerator? I can definitely save it." Chen Yang was trying to call for help, but found that he couldn't speak. , The body does not listen to it, and can only cry.

Soon, sleepiness came like a tide. Amidst the ruined walls burning fiercely, a woman in a black dress quickly walked through the alleyway, and a little baby curled up in her slung basket, sleeping soundly. Zhengxiang.

On July 30, 1938, eleven-year-old Nelson sat on the roof of the Westside Orphanage in London, watching the friends downstairs singing and dancing around the campfire, the aroma of barbecue drifting to his side, "I and my aunt often Give me food, leave these good things to them really orphans..." He swallowed, "But, it's so fragrant..."

Even in such a corner of the city where children gather, the cloud of war still hangs over the courtyard. Even the largest sunless empire in the world can only allow the children in the orphanage to eat meat during the holidays. The grilled meat made from the leftovers of the factory, the gentlemen who used to come to prestige in the neighbourhood are no longer here. They are busy in the newspapers calling on the people to be rational and not to be afraid of the war. Preparing the annual ticket of the Dutch ferry company, I am afraid that I have already made the plan to leave at any time.

　　 "These gentlemen don't even bother to do face-saving projects... before at least they could drink fish soup when they were fine." Nelson murmured boredly.

　　 "Yes, nar, they really make me sick." Seeing Tom who suddenly turned next to him, Nelson was startled and almost rolled off the roof.

"Tom, why don't you eat below?" Looking at his roommate speechlessly, Nelson added: "No one in the royal family has a birthday this year. If you want to eat again, you can only wait for next year. "

"Eating with them also makes me feel sick." Tom is a handsome boy. His hair is combed back like a black jade at will. He has a long and thin body. He has long and thin fingers on the ground. It is clearly a good hand holding a pen. His face is fair and even sickly pale. In fact, except for the naturally dark children in the orphanage, most of them have such pale complexions, but they are different from the way they look like tuberculosis ghosts. Tom's He looks like a noble boy who doesn't like sports.

　　 Nelson looked up at Tom, Tom's eyes were like black jade, and his shadow reflected in his pupils—what kind of boy is this! Wearing light golden soft semi-long hair, he is also tall and tall and healthy. His face is soft and always smiling. It seems that everything in the world can make him feel happy from the heart, royal blue. There was light in the pupils. What a handsome boy!

　　 "If you don't like to eat together, you can serve it." Nelson suggested.

"Not interested, and if you bring it up, Mrs. Cole may kill us. But there is something you should be interested in. I heard that Germany is recruiting people with supernatural powers around the world. If we go, we might be able to mix. An army officer." Tom said excitedly. This is related to the biggest secret of the two of them. They are both "supernatural beings", able to fetch objects from the air, talk to animals, and summon the capable people and strangers of flames. This makes him Full of confidence and ambitious, "Such a starting point is enough for us to become a truly powerful person by virtue of our ability."

　　 "You will only be used as an experiment for dissection of a white mouse." Nelson retorted weakly. He clearly understood what kind of power this is, this is magic, and they are in the world of magic.

　　 Yes, this is the world of "Harry Potter". The ability they master is magic. And Tom is the famous second-generation Dark Lord, Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Our protagonist is Chen Yang, who was unfortunately killed in a car accident. Fortunately, Chen Yang finally practiced his understanding of the spiritual core of "Harry Potter" before his death. Although he was ordinary in life , Even called useless, but the moment he rushed to the road, he achieved his courage and became a hero of others. After all, the hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage.

After a few years of ignorance, he realized that he had come to Europe before World War II and became a child named Nelson Wiltning Williams. This kind of possession is arguably the most common way of crossing. Up. The unique memory made Nelson very early in his childhood, which made him look very different from other children, and also attracted the attention of another boy in the same orphanage who was out of place with everyone, Tom Riddle.

When Nelson knew for the first time that the person living upstairs had the same name as Voldemort, he refused. This sense of absurdity reached its peak after Tom showed him his unique "talent" in private, and he could only accept it. He understands this cruel fact—being a Muggle in the magical world, but when he tried to rescue a cat from falling into the water and the cat flew out of the water, he understood that in this cruel In the world, he is also fortunate to be a lucky member, he has the qualifications to be a wizard!

　　 Childhood friendships are easy to conclude, and such friendships are often pure and long-lasting. According to the trend of the plot, Tom will show his magic and power to the children in the same orphanage in a way that is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and will become a black magician in the future, but is Tom not a victim of cold violence? The lonely environment led to an awkward personality, and his magical ability made his self-protection sharp...even scary. Nelson believed that no one would be a born black demon. "It is not our ability but our choice that determines who we become." Dumbledore's aphorism was always in his heart.

Tom quickly became close friends with Nelson. Even the most powerful Dark Lord would not long for loneliness when he was young. Even though Death Eaters were his servants, they would be called "family". ". Nelson often "chants" some positive energy quotations to Tom, which makes young Tom always confused. Tom often shared his ideals with Nelson, such as "becoming a nobleman", "becoming an officer", "becoming prime minister" and so on. Although Nelson was relieved that he did not have ideals such as "becoming the Dark Lord", he was always at the same time. Being vigilant, he felt the pursuit of power and strength from Tom's dream, as if it was a natural ambition, and this tendency became stronger as the dream grew bigger and bigger, and he didn't want to be the Dark Lord because of Tom. Did not know the existence of magic.

　　 "Why do you want to be an officer? You have to train every day, and you have to fight wars. The wind and sun." Nelson tried to make Tom give up the idea of ​​becoming a warmonger.

"Our talents are innately suited to deprive mediocrities of what they occupy. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Tom used his second and proud logic to fight for reasons, "Those mediocrities in high positions have no achievements, let me feel nauseous."

　　 "You are a villain, why don't you want to be a decent character, such as Superman?"

　　 "Superman? What is that?"

　　 "That's a comic that just came out last month, an American superhero, wait for me to bring you that "Action Comic"."

　　 "Where did you get the American comics?"

　　 "Did you not find out? There are more and more Americans on the street recently."

　　 At this moment, when the two were sitting on the roof discussing comics and ideals, an uninvited guest came to the orphanage. He has long auburn hair and a beard, and he is wearing an elegant fuchsia velvet suit. He has a handsome face and a brisk pace, but he is covered with a trace of sadness. He is carrying a magic wand in his right hand. He is Albus Dumbu. profitable.

Albus Dumbledore knocked on the door of the orphanage building and nodded to the girl who opened the door for him. "Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole. I think she is the manager here. Right?"

　　 The helper girl nodded in a panic, shouting Mrs. Cole's name, and Mrs. Cole's response was immediately heard from the building.

　　 Before entering the building, Dumbledore retreated a few steps away from the door, looked at the roof, and found two teenagers watching him. He winked at them and smiled.

　　 Seeing Dumbledore, Nelson understood that the wheels of history had begun to turn, oh no, the broomstick of history had begun to fly. "Should a gentleman like me go to Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw?" He thought happily.

　　 Tom snorted disdainfully: "What kind of aesthetic is this man, the color of his suit makes me feel sick."

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