My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 154

"Tom, how was your last night?"

Tom got up from the bed, raised his arms, and saw that he was wearing the wizard robes he wore during the night tour last night. It turned out that all this was not a dream.

He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. The sky was already bright, and he didn't know how long he had slept. After confirming his environment, he looked in the direction of the sound.

Dumbledore was sitting at the table in the bedroom, holding a round red apple in his hand, and took out a silver knife to peel it.

"Mr. Aberforth?" Tom rubbed his eyes again, looked intently, retracted back, reached into the quilt, pulled out the wand hidden in his sleeve, and raised his head to say hello. "Professor Dumbledore, When are you back?"

"Last night." Dumbledore looked at Tom's nervous movements, smiled bitterly and shook his head, and realized that he shouldn't be smiling in this situation, so he lowered his head bitterly and said, "It seems that my brother is doing a good job in teaching. Not bad, isn't it?"

"Although Mr. Aberforth did not disclose his identity, his courses are indeed very popular." Tom nodded politely, and asked, "Professor Dumbledore, what is it for you to come here to find me?"

"It's also a coincidence that I just returned to the UK last night and suddenly thought that there are some things that need to be dealt with. My owl is not by my side, so I had to go to the owl room to find one." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked through the transparent half-moon lens. Looking at Tom, he said in a deep voice, "Then I saw a little wizard lying against the wall in the corridor at the door of Professor Sykes...Tom, it was not that I said you, but sleeping on the ground was not only dirty, but also cold."

"Thank you, Professor," Tom thanked dryly, and he said vigilantly: "Sorry, Professor, I shouldn't go out in the middle of the night and sleep outside."

"It doesn't matter, Tom, the current'Dumbledore' professor is Aberforth. I won't deduct points for you." Dumbledore stood up, picked up the alarm clock on Tom's bedside table, and waved it into a There was only a white porcelain tray, and the peeled apple was placed on it. With a light finger with the magic wand, the apple split into several even pieces. He put the plate on Tom's leg and said with concern, "Tom, be careful. Rest, the root causes of the disease I left when I was young have often recurred."

"Okay, thank you, Professor." Tom said with a smile on his face, "I have no class this morning. I plan to have a good night's sleep in the dormitory."

"Night is a time dedicated to sweet dreams," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "If you have anything in the future, you can do it during the day. There is no need to stay up late."

"I see, Professor."

"By the way, Tom," Dumbledore asked casually, sitting on the bed opposite Tom, "I've been away for so long, what do you want to tell me?"

"No," Tom answered categorically. He thought Dumbledore was simply inexplicable, and he asked provocatively, "Professor, do you think I will tell you where Gnar was driven by you?"

Seeing Dumbledore's tangled face, Tom was full of delight.

"Then I won't bother you, Tom," Dumbledore realized that he needed to say goodbye, so he turned and walked out of the bedroom. After two steps, he turned his head as if suddenly remembering something. , "Forgive me for the more talk, Tom, it's not a wise choice to share memories with others, let alone sinking consciousness into others' lives."

Tom lowered his head, put his hands into the quilt, and recalled the time when he secretly practiced Occlumency with Nelson, and the magic flowed in his mind frantically.

"Ms. Gray is the most tragic ghost in Hogwarts. The age of her life and her legendary identity will always make Hogwarts students infinite curiosity. It is true that I was in Hogwarts. When I was studying, I also thought about discovering some legendary treasures of the campus, such as Gryffindor's sword, Slytherin's Chamber, and Ravenclaw's crown." Dumbledore turned and stood still. Staring at Tom earnestly and said, "It seems that you have won the favor of Ms. Gray. This is your adventure. As a teacher, I am sincerely happy for you."

"Thank you." Tom thanked hardly. Waking up in bed was enough to make him feel strange. When he saw Dumbledore sitting opposite, he already had a clear answer in his heart-Dumbledore was afraid I already knew what happened last night, but I don't know how much he saw. Tom held the wand that fell from the sleeve, raised his head, and said the truth, "Professor, to be honest, I'm just talking to the Ravenclaw lounge The knocker at the door is only interested."

"I understand," Dumbledore, who discovered Tom's little secret, nodded with a smile, and the conversation finally entered a familiar rhythm, Dumbledore said, "It is easy for us to make unexpected discoveries when we explore something, such as Once I was looking for a toilet in the hallway on the eighth floor, but I accidentally discovered what might be the most amazing room in Hogwarts."

"Really? That's awesome." Tom lowered his head again.

"So Tom, although you are a Slytherin, Ms. Gray chose you, and you were chosen by thousands of students for thousands of years and hundreds of years. This is your destiny, isn't it?" Dumbledore Lido said happily, "But the times are constantly evolving. Those things that have been in the past may be powerful, but they may not necessarily adapt. I think you should need a little help."

"What help?" Tom raised his head and asked.

"I came here this morning to tell you about this," Dumbledore blinked. "I've dealt with things outside of school. I will stay at Hogwarts for a long time to come. In the meantime, Tom, can I invite you to join my special tutoring?"

"What's that again?"

"Although I have always believed that education is equal to everyone, there are some things that can be done more efficiently by more talented people." Dumbledore lowered his head and stared at Tom from above his spectacles. He was silent for a while. "Tom, I think you deserve my help."

"Why?" Tom was puzzled. "Why me? What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Dumbledore seemed to be stumped by the question, and began to think about it. After a long while, he didn't figure out what he wanted to do. "Just for your good, Tom."

"For my good?" Tom grinned at the words, his eyes widened and his head tilted to look at Dumbledore, his face full of disbelief. "Do you remember? Last time you said this," It was the disarming curse that took Gnar's wand, and then drove him to war-torn Europe, and he even got together with the infamous dark wizard of Grindelwald! You want to be good for me now? Where else can I go? Go to Africa?"

"I...I--" Dumbledore groaned, it was difficult to look directly at Tom's eyes at the moment. He has rarely experienced failure in his life. Except for his lover, only Nelson has brought him the same regret, and shot at Nelson's curse is an irreparable mistake in his career as a teacher. "You have to believe me, Tom. Although I have my own plan, there is no option to hurt you in my plan."

The young Dumbledore did not have the rich experience in the future, and he was not yet old enough to say nothing to others. He was still willing to confide some of his thoughts with the people in the plan.

"If you are not humble, there are not many wizards in the world who can defeat me. I just want to train you into a powerful wizard who can defeat me."

"Do you think that you will be crazy and destroy the world, afraid that no one will stand up to stop you at that time, so do you cultivate a savior in advance?" Tom's eyebrows are almost screwed to the sky, and he takes care of his old age. The man looked at Dumbledore and said seriously, "I don't think you have to think like this."

"Listen to me, Tom, the key to this is not me, but you." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember the fire that went through when I went to France last year?"

Tom frowned and recalled carefully. Only for a moment, he remembered the fire that was about to burst through the door of the room and roast himself into coke. When he packed his luggage and was about to leave, the ball seemed to be alive and conscious. The tongue of fire rolled on the building and wrapped it in an instant, and in the next instant, when Tom felt that the windows of his room were about to melt, the flame disappeared, and the land bats that filled the sky also disappeared—— So Tom once suspected that his experience was an illusion.

He looked at Dumbledore with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "Professor? Could it be that you were the fire—"

"No, Gellert Grindelwald was the one who set the fire," Dumbledore explained. "I was confronting him in Paris, but he ignited the building where you were with a fierce fire. Come and push me back."

"then……"

"Then he succeeded," Dumbledore shrugged. "But it doesn't matter. It's not the time to defeat him. These magics are nothing to me, but to you, Tom, as far as I can see Say, you can't even break through the fierce blockade of Grindelwald."

"I really can't," Tom lowered his head sullenly, "I can't do anything about that kind of flame."

"It's not just fierce, Tom," Dumbledore persuaded. "Do you know about Nelson's parents? Do you know who his real enemy is? That's not a Polish Muggle. With his character, he will meet sooner or later. Confronting with Grindelwald, if you study at Hogwarts step by step until you graduate, I think even you will not cause any interference to enemies of that level. As far as I know, Grindelwald is in Train Nelson yourself."

"You are so funny, Grindelwald cultivates someone who will find his own revenge, and you want to cultivate someone who will defeat you when you may become crazy in the future? Are you a group?"

Tom let out a dry laugh, staring at the pattern on the quilt for a long time, as if to see the flower, the two people solidified this movement for more than a minute, until Tom suddenly said, "Professor, our extracurricular When does the coaching start?"

It is impossible for him to give up this opportunity to make himself strong.

"Just next Sunday, Tom." Dumbledore's tight face relaxed, and he said with a smile, "I knew that Tom, if it were you, would definitely make the right choice."

"Who knows? Maybe we both made the wrong choice." Tom relaxed, shrugged, and asked, "Professor, what are we going to learn? Are some ancient magic texts alive with powerful magic?"

"The power of magic is not unilaterally determined by the curse. It depends more on the magical power and knowledge of the wizard who casts it. I am going to teach you more than magic, but some of you. The knowledge about the nature of magic that has never been touched before, of course, it can also make your spell stronger, but those are just the minutiae."

"That's it," Tom suddenly realized, "Professor, to tell you the truth, I did know some secrets from Ms. Gray, including the whereabouts of the Ravenclaw crown. Do I need to get it?"

Tom decided to tell Dumbledore about part of his harvest last night. In fact, the owner of the secret room paid much more attention to the antique crown itself than the vague knowledge contained in it.

"Don't worry, I think it is difficult for you to control that legendary artifact now, not to mention... I personally think that its legend may be greater than its substance." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction and said, "You want it now. What I did was to learn from me. It was also very interesting to think about it. A Gryffindor dean gave a small stove to a Slytherin-born heir to Ravenclaw, so we set the place for the first class in Heilongjiang. In Chipach's basement, let the Big Four feel a little involved. It is used to store potatoes in winter~www.mtlnovel.com~ is now empty."

(Tom: Thank you, but I am the heir of Slytherin)

"Okay," Tom nodded, recalling what Dumbledore had just said, and asked curiously, "Professor, you just said that it is not the time to defeat Grindelwald. Can you easily defeat him? He? Isn't it the most powerful dark wizard ever?"

"If it were me and Grindelwald duel, the result is actually not easy to say," Dumbledore nodded, shook his head, and said, "But he has a weakness, a place that he thinks is a strong point. Over the years, he Relying on it more and more-in a desperate battle, a small weakness is fatal, not to mention such a huge loophole."

"What are you talking about?" Tom could hear it.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon," Dumbledore patted his shoulder. "When you graduate, you can securely find a stable job in the safe magical world and live in a stable community. I promise to live a peaceful life."

"professor?"

"So now, go to sleep." Dumbledore closed the curtains and walked out of the bedroom with a wave of his hand. "The trauma brought by the memory, it takes a while to cultivate." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 154 The Dean of Gryffindor gave a small stove to a Slytherin-born heir to Ravenclaw. Green reading-Hogwarts and my classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., If there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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