My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 16

　　 On Thursday morning the week before Christmas, Nelson walked to the library with books as usual after class.

"Gnar, are you really not going? This week Robinson is going to share the secret technique treasured by the Lestrange family. I heard it is a powerful summoning spell." After leaving the spell class classroom, the two of them walked quickly. Walking through the corridor, a few Slytherin first-year students who had just come out of the classroom hung far behind.

　　 "No, forget it? We are going home for Christmas. I don't want to do homework at home."

　　 "Are you Nelson Williams?" A boy suddenly appeared in front of them, "Here is a note for you."

　　 "Sure enough, you still prefer to study with senior sister." Tom said grotesquely from the side.

"Yeah, but Nelson has learned to Apparition! I was talking and laughing with Tom in the lounge in the last second, and then teleported to the Black Lake in the next second!" Alphad's voice came from behind, and he also said sourly. : "He wouldn't even lend me his homework to copy it. I feel like I have been abandoned."

"Discussing homework publicly, Slytherin deducts 10 points, Blake, my office is closed after dinner." Professor Sykes' voice came from a place further back, Slytherin and Rachel gathered in the corridor because of get out of class. The Wenclaws burst out laughing, the air filled with joy.

Nelson clamped the book he was holding on his chest with one arm, smiled and shook his head, and reached out to take the note. As soon as his arm loosened, half of the book he was holding slipped down-paper, pens, and books were scattered all over the floor. .

"Thank you, no need, I'll do it myself." He thanked Tom and the delivery boy, who was bent down, and simply put the book left in his arms on the ground, drew his wand from his pocket, and waved it against the messy ground. .

"Fly up quickly!" The books on the ground floated in the air in order from largest to smallest, stacking themselves, the scattered papers crawling on the ground, putting the paper away one by one, the pen cap beating to find the roller The pen in the corner, kicked the nib with the pen clip when it was fastened, and kicked the slightly crooked nib... After finishing these tasks, as Nelson's wrist swayed, they yarded themselves neatly in sequence Qi, floating behind Nelson.

Tom reluctantly leaned against the wall and watched Nelson perform, but the little messenger saw this kind of scene on his classmates for the first time. He was dumbfounded and speechless. He hurried when he saw Nelson watching him. Saying goodbye, ran to the other side of the corridor, looking back at the stack of books and stationery as he ran.

　　 "Nice spell, Slytherin is very, a little fancy, but beautiful."

　　 "Professor Sykes." Nelson and Tom say hello.

　　 "Yeah." With the handout in his hand, Professor Sykes sternly passed between Nelson and Tom and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

　　 When Professor Sykes disappeared in the corner of the corridor, Tom leaned against the wall again, looked at Nelson holding the stack of books with his wand, rolled his eyes, "Aren't your arms sore?"

　　 "Help me lift it up."

Tom stretched out his magic wand. Nelson took out a piece from the paper clip and held it in his hand. He raised his right arm and elbow and wrist down. In a very strenuous posture, he pointed his magic wand at the piece of paper, muttering words. On the ground, a mini cart with a drawer appeared in his hand. He put the cart on the ground and tapped it with a magic wand. The cart became a bit bigger, about the same size as a book, and he pushed it from small to small. The cart became a small trolley.

　　 "Low point, thank you."

　　 Tom lowered his raised arms again, and the pile of books fell along with it, floating on Nelson's chest.

　　He pulled out a book of "Magic Theory" and two pieces of parchment from the pile of books, and put the other books on the small cart. Tom also put his own book on the cart, leaving a copy like him. "Slytherin lounge." Nelson leaned down and said to the cart, which drove away quickly.

　　 "Not bad." Tom exclaimed beside him, "This is what the elite should have."

　　 "It's far worse," Nelson wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuffs. This operation made him a little tired. "If I can change the legs for them to run back on their own, that would be great."

Nelson learns with McGonagall for half a day basically every week or every two weeks. His transformation skills have improved rapidly, and he has been able to easily deform such dead objects that can easily move. This has basically occupied all his spell practice time: The learning of magic is also learning. Although it is magic, for most people, there is no shortcut other than memorizing and practicing day after day. As soon as he received the note, he immediately understood that this was the notice of McGonagall's study this week.

Although his accomplishments are excellent, he is limited to a few courses—including transfiguration, spells, and history of magic; besides, he is often praised by divination teachers because he is good at weaving a tragic fate for himself. Doubts about the rationality of this subject are deepening. His performance in potions class and Defense Against the Dark Arts can only be said to be ordinary. He does not seem to have the special talent of a wizard who is good at making money or fighting with magic, and he The performance in the potions class can be said to be terrible, there is no reason, just because he has a weak color sense, he sees the same green, only a slight difference in shade: this makes him enter Hedge every time Patch's botanical garden seems to be soaked in different shades of green paint—maybe special magic glasses can alleviate this symptom.

"Did Avery carry the bag back for you last time?" Tom was smiling and looking at the exhaust of the small trolley driving in the corridor. He suddenly remembered something and frowned, "Yeah, your bag. What?"

"What bag? I never recite—" Gnar's conclusive tone suddenly stopped. He remembered that he had a schoolbag that he had been carrying since the beginning of school, and his straight eyebrows suddenly curled up, destroying this face. Beauty, "No, when did I stop backpacking?"

"Next time you go to class, remember to pack a backpack or bring a few less books." Tom didn't doubt that he was there, thinking that Nelson was annoyed by his stupid behavior. He suddenly laughed and patted Nelson on the back. "I thought you would always Nothing can go wrong."

　　 "When is the train coming?" The two walked side by side to the stairs, and Tom confirmed the time.

"Next Friday, at nine o'clock in the morning." Nelson forgot what he had just done. He had a lot of things to do today, so he decided to go back to the dormitory to look at the bag at night, holding the book and calculating the time, "We are twenty-two The October is on holiday, and we will leave on the 23rd. There will be enough time for one day to prepare."

　　 "We went to Hogsmeade for some shopping that day." Tom suddenly approached Nelson and whispered in his ear.

　　 "?" Gnar raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tom. The first-year students were not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He was waiting for Tom's explanation.

　　 "Alphad found a secret passage, opposite to a basement in Hogsmeade." Tom moved closer, and his voice became softer, "Just...Forget it, you'll know on the 22nd."

　　 The two showed an expression of "understanding everything", "As expected, you, Alphad, what can't you do, the first place to go over the wall and drill holes." Nelson sighed in his heart.

　　 Soon they walked to the top of the stairs. Their three roommates and three other Slytherin classmates were waiting for Tom here. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

　　 "See you this afternoon." Tom stretched out his hand to shake hands with him, with a narrow smile on his face.

　　 "See you in the afternoon." The two said goodbye. Tom took the six people around and walked along the corridor. Nelson turned and went down the stairs towards the library.

　　 It was almost time for dinner. Nelson sat in the library seat a little anxiously. Except for helping the first-year classmates who are studying here to answer two transfiguration questions, he didn't move a word on his parchment.

　　 Nelson took out the note he got in the morning from his pocket and found that it was a piece of paper folded into a dog's head. Although the note did not move, his experience allowed him to stick out his wand and poke the dog's head.

　　 "The curse stops immediately."

　　 There is no movement.

　　 For a moment, Nelson thought that he was not standard, and tried several times, but the result was no different-there was no movement, and there was no magic on the dog's head. He stretched out his hand, demonstrated his kindergarten-level origami technique, and took apart the dog's head.

　　 "One half in the afternoon, Ravenclaw Tower Owl Room"

　　 "Why is the Ravenclaw Tower?" Nelson was a little confused, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Did McGonagall prepare traps there to test his actual level of transfiguration? He felt that he couldn't stay a little longer, and his movement of removing the dog's head and casting spells had already affected the people next to him.

"Ah—" He sighed softly and saw the schoolbag hanging on the back of the girl sitting opposite. He remembered the topic he discussed with Tom in the morning. It was only more than an hour later that he almost took that Forget about the bag again! Listening to the shouts of the librarian getting closer, he quickly grabbed the pen beside him and wrote the word "backpack" on the back of his hand near the tiger's mouth, quickly packed up his books, while the manager hurried away. The sound wave of going to eat did not directly affect him, and he quickly left the library.

　　 After lunch, Nelson walked to Ravenclaw Tower.

　　 walked around the door of Professor Sykes' office, he drew out his wand, and then climbed upstairs.

　　 "Nelson was secretly making up a lesson with Gryffindor's sixth grade Sister McGonagall, you know?" In an empty classroom, Alphad and Tom were sitting by the window waiting for people to participate in the activity.

　　 "Hmm." Tom looked through the window in the direction of Ravenclaw Tower.

　　 "I have observed that the strips of paper are folded into the shape of small animals."

　　 "So to help them ease the relationship..." Tom added.

　　 "Yes, I think the Ravenclaw Tower is not close or far away."

　　 Nelson climbed onto the top of the tower, pushed open the door of the owl room, and pointed his wand inside. After adjusting to the darkness in the room, he saw a girl sitting on the table—he was pointing her wand at her. Nelson suddenly remembered Tom's expression when he was separated from Tom.

　　 "Mettle, not what you think."

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