My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 257

The next morning, although there was no morning class, Tom and Nelson got up early and came to the front door of the auditorium.

Humans have a big common problem, that is, they cannot see reality. This is especially obvious to wizards who master magic. When the two walked out of the lounge and stepped on the stairs leading to the auditorium, they had not yet seen the auditorium's door. I have heard the rush of conversation, and I believe that even if I have driven a Hogwarts Express at this moment, the roar of the steam engine will be completely covered.

"It's really a spectacle," Tom couldn't help but sigh as he watched the dark crowd gathered around the Goblet of Fire. "I have never seen so many people waking up so early in Hogwarts for five years."

"After all, the Triwizard Tournament is only once for everyone," Nelson stared at the airtight wall, thinking whether there was any way to gently squeeze in, except for the green flames reflected on the wall. I couldn't see the scene at all. After a while, he suggested, "Should we go to eat first? I feel that there will be a lot of people who have morning classes after the meal is over."

"It's all here." Tom shook his head and walked to the crowd in front of him.

The students standing on the periphery are not much closer than the people who didn't get up. In fact, surrounded by the inner three floors and the outer three floors, most people can't see the middle even if they stand on their tiptoes. They have to be with their classmates. Talk about those inconspicuous fantasies, or observe the "imaginary enemies" around you.

Outside the crowd, a "Riddle is coming" suddenly sounded.

"It makes me sick to be stared at by so many people." Nelson imitated Tom's mantra in a low voice, shrugged helplessly, and followed.

The restless shell of the human wall was silent for a moment, and the students who heard the exclamation turned around and saw Tom who was stopped by them.

"Riddle is here..." the person who first spotted Tom repeated.

"It's Prefect Riddle!" This is a first-year Slytherin student who just enrolled a week ago. He may not even learn the Levitating Curse now, but he is still stuck here and wants to sign up.

"It is indeed possible for him to become a warrior. Will he make way for him?"

"But I won't let it inside..."

"Oh! Look at the guy behind him, the blond-haired boy, Williams is here too," this is a Hufflepuff girl who Nelson has some familiarity with, "He is also very good, many people say that the Warriors may be from Between the two of them."

"Williams? Who is that?" Gryffindor and Nelson, who asked this, were in different years and had never met him. "I think I am also a strong contender for the qualification of the Hogwarts Warriors."

"You can't even touch the Goblet of Fire..."

The crowd immediately became noisy after a moment of silence. They talked about these two new heavyweights, but tried to control their voices to avoid being heard by those who were talking about them.

This simple commotion was quickly interrupted by Tom's actions. He took a step forward, and the student who was blocking the way in front consciously walked to the side, not forgetting to pull the robes of the students in front of him, and let them hurry up to the side yield.

Under everyone's gaze, Tom walked the path made by his classmates, looking at the goblet of fire placed in the center of yesterday's round table. There is a small table beside the round table with three cards on it. The school badges of the three schools were printed respectively. Tom stepped forward and picked up the card with the Hogwarts school badge. Then, a new one appeared in the place where it was originally placed.

Tom looked back, and Nelson didn't know when he was already standing behind him.

He lifted his chin to the three cards, and Nelson picked up one too.

Suddenly, there was a restlessness in the crowd on the opposite side. A boy in Durmstrang's black school robe held up his magic wand and squeezed out the crowd, regardless of the dissatisfaction of the surrounding students.

"Who is this?" Tom asked with his eyes.

"One." Nelson shrugged. This is a new way of communication they practiced in the forests of Albania without using magic. It is very efficient, but it is not effective at all times.

The Durmstrang student who had just appeared looked in the direction of Tom and Nelson and frowned, but did not say much. Instead, he turned around and looked behind him attentively, in the path he had squeezed out. A black-haired girl in a long skirt walked out holding the hand of a silver-haired boy.

The girl seems to be not in a low grade, even older than Nelson and Tom. She did not wear a school uniform. Instead, she wore a gorgeous and extraordinary white dress. The style was a bit too classic or old, but she was wearing it. She didn't show any staleness at all, on the contrary, she showed the nobleness of a long-standing nobleman. She stepped on a pair of black round-toe high-heeled shoes dotted with two opals. The set of the princess movie ran out the same.

Seeing her at the first glance, Nelson felt familiar, and then he thought "this is a nobleman".

But in fact, she was not like the nobles that Nelson had seen, whether it was a Muggle or a wizard. The girl's skin was not as fair as those noble ladies who socialized at home. On the contrary, she had some tan marks. This skin color is here. This white dress and long skirt should have looked dark, but it looked extremely harmonious when placed on her body. She had black hair on top of her head, and simply inserted an enamel blond hairpin embossed with pegasus and flying birds. The flame of the goblet gleamed under the light.

"It looks worth a lot of money." Tom stopped his movements and exchanged eyes with Nelson.

"This doesn't look like it." Nelson shook his head and quietly looked at the girl in front of him, remembering where he had seen her.

The girl let go of the boy's hand, and did not even look at the Durmstrang boy who Nelson called me. She went straight over him and "floated" briskly to the side of the round table, standing on the side of the table depicting the legend of Boothbarton. Position, put your hand on the table, squinted, and looked at the goblet of fire.

Nelson carefully looked at the retro-dressed girl. Compared to her peers, she was a bit too thin. She seemed to have no growth except for her height. Like a white swan that fell on an ice lake in winter, her neck and chin were depicted. An arrogant and beautiful curve, not a perfect facial features make up a perfect face.

"It's a beautiful cup." She retracted her hand, dropped her hand beside her, and said, this was the first thing she said.

As soon as she spoke, although some people didn't hear the meaning of this French phrase, almost everyone was surprised by her voice. The hoarse and grainy voice made Nelson think that she had at least forty years of smoking.

"Sorry, I forgot this is in the UK." She changed to English, which was the second sentence. She opened her eyes wide, looked over the Goblet of Fire, and looked at Nelson, "Hello, friend, do you know the registration card? Where is it?"

Nelson felt a tingling pain in his temples. He resisted the discomfort and reached out to the table with his wand in his hand.

"thank you, friend."

Seeing her squinted again, Nelson understood that this man did not wear glasses.

"You're welcome."

"Are you signing up here too?" she asked, "Have you signed up yet?"

"You can ask first, ladies first." Nelson didn't know what medicine was sold in her gourd, so he stretched out his hand and motioned to her as he pleased.

"From the beginning of registration, the competition for the Triwizard Tournament begins." She said in a singing tone, "Since you are here first, please enjoy the privilege of being first."

Nelson looked around for a week and looked at the Hogwarts students in the inner circle of the human wall. They were the first to arrive first, but the people who were in contact with his eyes at the moment retracted their eyes. It seems that until now, it's true. No one of them threw their name in.

"So that's it," Tom nodded, and said, "Then we're welcome."

"Huh?" The girl's voice was a little surprised, "Are you two?"

She squinted again, and a few seconds later, she said awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't see it clearly. I always thought you were the ghosts of the same person."

"If she is really a warrior, shoot her with a flash shot if there is a confrontation!" Nelson and Tom began to make eye contact again.

"Since you are not willing, let me first!"

The forgotten one heard the phrase "The competition for the Triwizard Tournament begins with registration", he suddenly became interested, and suddenly drew his wand and pointed it in the direction of the Goblet of Fire, shouting loudly, "The registration card is flying!"

Immediately afterwards, a card with the Durmstrang school badge flew straight towards him, and after turning around him for a while, a card with a name written on it flew towards the flaming goblet of fire.

Nelson frowned. Even if this person said "Can you let me first", no one really cares who signs up first. After all, this won't give extra points to the Triwizard Tournament.

But his sneak attack-like behavior made everyone present feel disgusted, especially those close at hand were still politely rejecting each other, and even the other Durmstrang students crowded around were dark. Swearing, there may be a character in every story that everyone hates, but no one wants this character to go to the same school as him.

The three people in the middle of the crowd didn't seem to react at all, standing in place without any movement, looking at the card swirling in the air.

The two golden birds on the school badge turned into a group of golden flashes under the rapid rotation.

This set of actions is smooth and flowing, and the card draws a perfect arc in the air. It can be seen that this Durmstrang boy still has some research on the flying curse and the floating curse.

Under everyone's gaze, the card fell directly above the goblet of fire, and the boy's face was full of joy.

Just as the card was about to fall into the cup, it suddenly split into two halves.

In the next second, the process of twenty-four, four-eight, eighty-sixteenth was completed in an instant, and the card whose name was still unknown was shattered into shards in an instant.

The blue flame, which is different from the goblet of flame, immediately clung to the evenly cracked pieces and burned, and a small blue fire rain fell in the air. The flame burst instantly and covered the green flame in the goblet of flame. When the flame went out in the blink of an eye, the finely divided ashes floated in the air under the influence of the hot gas.

What followed was a breeze floating in the mouth of the goblet of flame, blowing away the ashes along with the smiling face of the card owner.

"Nice juggling."

Tom nodded and commented approvingly.

"It reminds me of the card show I saw on the streets of London when I was young. It was magnificent and impressive. I thought it was magic, but the performer of magic was a Muggle."

"Muggles can't do this kind of magic," Nelson took over, "but the appreciation needs to be improved."

"Very good." The girl from Boothbarton also replied.

Durmstrang's applicant face flushed. He raised his wand angrily, pointed it at the three people talking and laughing, and withdrew his hand angrily under the gaze of the three people's plain gaze.

Then, he turned around without saying a word, and ran out of the aisle that had just been squeezed away, leaving behind a confused audience.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know, what opening show is this?"

"Has he successfully signed up? Did the Goblet of Fire think he was not qualified to be called a Warrior, so it rejected him?"

The discussion grew louder~www.mtlnovel.com~ The male voice ran across the corridor to the auditorium.

"Please," Tom said, taking a step back, "Ladies first."

She turned her head and looked at Nelson, and after walking in some, she could finally "see" these two people, one with blond hair and the other with black hair.

"The first person who wants to sign up has been rejected by the Goblet of Fire," Nelson nodded. "After that, it doesn't make a difference, as long as you don't get rejected."

"Okay." The girl stepped forward, picked up a Busbarton card from the table, and left her name on it, "Thank you."

She seriously performed a wizarding ceremony, waved her magic wand, and a chubby pigeon flew out from behind, hung the card and threw it into the goblet of fire.

After receiving this first registration, the green flame in the goblet of fire raised a few feet with a "boom", and the surrounding brightness instantly rose by one unit, and even the people surrounding the periphery were a step closer. Everyone Starting to move around, just waiting for the two people in the middle to complete the registration.

Nelson looked at Tom and found that he was also staring at him, so he nodded, and the two picked up the card with the Hogwarts school badge, raised their heads, and looked at the flames of the goblet.

Anxious and noisy voices came from the periphery of the crowd.

It is German.

Looking at a group of black-robed Durmstrang students squeezing into the crowd from the outside, Nelson distinguished the guy who said strange things to him. They were clustered around a thin flat head, and the boy who just wanted to make things stood there. Behind him.

"The Durmstrang students are here."

Nelson nodded. Although he has always hated trouble, the trouble has already begun and he has to cut the mess quickly.

"Tell them a sample."

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