My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 18

　　 "Strange, it's almost a holiday, where did our principal go?" At dinner time, Tom holding a leaf of lettuce on the long Slytherin table looked at the empty seat in the middle of the faculty seat, a little puzzled.

"I don't know. I heard that he has been busy communicating with Wisengama to clear the black wizard." While Walburga handed Tom a plate of small tomatoes, he was busy grabbing his brother's ears and removing him from He lifted his seat, lowered his voice and shouted in Alphad's ear: "If you let me know which teacher wrote to my mother because of you..."

"I heard that Principal Dippet's family was bewitched by Grindelwald and gave up his job as a terrorist at the Ministry of Magic. He vowed to clean up the door by himself. Last year he only showed up at school at the beginning and end of the term." Nelson I took off the Slytherin emblem that was splashed by the beef soup, picked up the napkin and wiped it carefully, sharing the gossip I heard, "I heard the librarian tell Ogg in the library last time, the school Dumbledore is in charge of everything here."

　　 He wiped the emblem clean, put it on his chest, and glanced at Tom's "Theory of Magic", frowned, "Why are you still using this second-hand book."

　　 "I write down the notes of the few classes at the beginning of the school, and there are also notes from the previous master for reference."

　　 "You are not afraid that the previous master was a scumbag. Did you learn from his notes and then practice it?"

　　 "It's okay, I'm not without judgment..."

"I heard that Dumbledore was a rare genius student at Hogwarts in hundreds of years. The old lady in the family also said,'Amando Dupete is a hysterical old fool. Still want to uphold justice? He should give this work to his beloved Albus, instead of letting the fool of the Ministry of Magic come to our house every day to ruin the cabinets, will we hide Gertler Grindelwald in Grimmauld Is it in the sewers of the square?', hahahaha!" Alphad, who broke free from his sister's naked twist, hunched back and imitated the family with a funny look, and then extended an invitation to Tom and Nelson, "You are coming for Christmas. Do we have fun at home? I have a lot of good things to watch at home..."

"But Dumbledore is really good, and you can feel it just by taking his transformation class. Now that the situation is so chaotic, he may have his own considerations if he doesn't come out, at least Hogwarts is the safest place now." With Alphad's eyebrows dancing, Nelson added gloomily, "Is Professor Sykes ready to copy tonight?"

　　 Alphad's face collapsed immediately, and was soon dragged away by his sister.

"If I have Dumbledore's skills, I will kill Grindelwald, and after the morning, I can become famous in the afternoon." Tom hasn't actually seen Dumbledore use magic other than polymorphism in class, but he There is a blind trust and even fear for the wizard who opened the door to the magical world for him. He forked a small tomato vigorously and waved the fork like a magic wand. His voice suddenly became loud and loud, "Those who want to achieve great things," The stepping stones are not ordinary! People like Grindelwald are worthy of me."

　　 "You can!" Seeing the compliments from the Slytherins around, Nelson frowned.

　　 "A great wizard like Dumbledore will definitely do something," Nelson said from the side. "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility."

"You can always say some epigrams, Nelson!" Nelson felt a warm palm on his right shoulder. He looked up and saw Dumbledore with his hand on his and Tom's shoulders. He smiled and looked at him through half-moon glasses.

"Professor Dumbledore." Seeing the dean of Gryffindor came to the long table in Slytherin, the little snakes stopped the noise and greeted neatly. Tom also looked up to see Dumbledore's face, Dumbledore. Lido turned his head and greeted Tom with a smile. Tom muttered hello and turned his face awkwardly, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

　　 "Mr. Williams, can you come to the office to see me after dinner? I have something to trouble you." Dumbledore whispered to Nelson, and Nelson felt the heat from the broad palm of his shoulder.

　　 "Okay, Professor." He nodded.

　　 "I hope I didn't disturb you enjoying dinner." Dumbledore clapped his hands and left the long table. The students on the table quickly became noisy.

　　 "Nal," Tom asked worriedly, holding Nelson's forearm.

　　 "It's okay, Tom." Nelson patted Tom's hand with his other hand. "I'm not Alphad. No teacher will put me in confinement."

　　 "See you tonight." Just as Tom wanted to say something, Nelson spoke first, got up and left the long table.

　　 At the door of Dumbledore's office, Nelson paced back and forth on the carpet in the hallway. He didn't know what Dumbledore was asking for him, but his encounter with Professor Sykes let him know that it was always okay for him to enter the teacher's office.

　　 "Brother, can you stop turning, Dumbledore tells you to go in, the door is unlocked." A pair of armor at the door suddenly spoke, "If you turn any further, I might fall apart."

　　 "Sorry, sorry." Nelson waved his hand to apologize, stretched out his hand, and said, "I don't know you... uh, you can see me."

　　 "Sit down, something to drink?" As soon as he opened the door, Nelson saw Dumbledore standing in front of the office wine cabinet holding a bottle and looking at the label on it.

　　He stepped forward, looked around, and saw the whole picture of Dumbledore's office:

The entire office floor is covered with a fuchsia carpet. The desk is placed near the window. The desk is very tidy. There is only a bottle of ink with a quill pen and a few upside-down parchment papers. The corner of the desk is placed. There was a bird's nest similar to a pen holder, and a pile of ashes fell at the bottom. On the side of the table, there are a few chairs studded with purple velvet cushions, and in the corner there are two purple knitted sofas with a small coffee table in between.

　　 The walls on the left and right sides are completely wrapped by huge wooden bookshelves. The bookshelves are divided into categories, neatly arranged, and filled with books from small to large. There are a few grids that are empty and look very abrupt.

On the wall facing the door are two huge arched windows. Amazingly, one window shows the view of the Hogwarts campus outside the window, and the other side of the window seems to be a house that has not been inhabited for a long time-in the window. It shows a dusty room with tables and benches lying on the ground. The windows are full of holes. The beams and walls are full of burn marks. Their common feature is the accumulation of thick ash. The walls showed the appearance of original stone bricks, and there were some photos hanging on it. Strangely, in these photos, only Dumbledore looked at the edge of the frame with a smile, and the others seemed to have left.

There is a huge fireplace in the middle of the wall opposite the window. This fireplace has gorgeous to exaggerated reliefs, which seems to tell some myths and legends of wizards. To the right of the fireplace is an old cabinet, which looks like it was moved from somewhere. Yes, there are some gadgets for fun and a few bottles of good wine. To the right of the fireplace is the door, and between the door and the fireplace is a shelf with broken pots.

　　 "Dumbledore won't press my head into the meditation basin..." Nelson felt a little flustered, and moved two steps horizontally like a crab, a little further away from the basin.

"You can't drink yet, how about orange juice, I loved sweets too much when you were your age!" Dumbledore was still playing with the bottle in his hand, which was turning at a constant speed under his long, well-knotted fingers. It seems that something on the label fascinates him.

　　 "No, thank you, I just drank a lot of lemonade."

　　 "Sit down, Nelson, you seem to know what it is." Dumbledore walked over to the two sofas. He didn't look at Nelson, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

　　 "No, I just think it's very old, it seems to be an antique..." Nelson quibbleed, and walked to the sofa next to Dumbledore.

　　 "Haha, every chair in Hogwarts is antique." Dumbledore didn't say much, but patted him on the shoulder, sat down on him, and sat on another sofa.

　　 "Nelson, I heard that you are going home for Christmas?" He waved his hand, two glasses appeared on the coffee table out of thin air, and from the bottom, they were slowly filled with orange juice.

　　 "Yes, sir, I am going back to London." Looking at the cup floating in front of his eyes like a dog wagging its tail, Nelson was afraid that the orange juice would spill on his robe, so he picked it up and took a sip.

"That's it. I want to ask you for something." Dumbledore turned to his side, holding another glass of orange juice and clinking with Nelson. "I have something to do after the Christmas holidays, so I found a substitute teacher. ."

"He arrived in London on the 26th~www.mtlnovel.com~ I hope you can meet him in Diagon Alley on my behalf and tell him how to take the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross Station," Dumbledore put the glass. Put it down, "He has been away from London for a long time, and the changes in the environment may make him feel unfamiliar."

　　 "Okay, Professor." Nelson also put down his cup and nodded, "Is there only these things?" He couldn't help but doubt the intelligence of the substitute teacher. After all, the fact that an adult needs a guide to reverse the car in a city sounds a bit funny.

"Well, besides," Dumbledore got up and took out a small package from the bookcase behind, and put it on the coffee table, lowering his voice, "If this is a man with chestnut hair, please help me bring this thing to him. , If not, just leave it with you."

　　 "Professor, such an important thing..." Nelson looked at the small package on the table, and was incomprehensible that Dumbledore trusted him so much.

"Minerva often talks to me about you. I think you are a trustworthy person." Dumbledore paused, blinked, and said again, "I also believe in Melkan's children, and I believe in too. People who say, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

　　 "This matter is very important, can I trust you?" Dumbledore stretched out his right hand and looked at him scorchingly.

"I don't even know who Melgan is, and you should believe in Peter Parker..." Nelson was a little panicked, madly complaining in his heart... Looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes, he finally reached out his hand and Deng Blido shook hands. "You can trust me, sir."

　　 Dumbledore smiled comfortingly, and he waved his hand again. The orange juice of the two was full, and when he clinked the glasses for the second time, he looked at the back of Nelson's hand with some confusion.

　　 "Nelson, why do you write the word'backpack' on your hand?"

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