My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 259

On Monday morning of the second week, all the students of Hogwarts and the student representatives of the other two schools gathered in front of the castle's auditorium. There was still a while before the deadline at 8 o'clock, and there were still some who were stepping on the end of the deadline. The students gathered around the Goblet of Fire, received cards and wrote their names in the cup.

What's more, at 7:59 a.m., he was standing in the corner holding a piece of paper with his name written on it, his face was blue and white, and he was still struggling with thoughts.

The gate of the auditorium is closed tightly, and the students around are chaotic as if they are in a vegetable market, and stampede may happen at any time.

"It's Monday."

Standing in the corner of the corridor, Tom let out a sigh of relief at the Nelson in front of him. Last week, he was disturbed by Durmstrang's students. It is indeed a school that encourages competition. There are several every day. The representative of the right school, dressed in black robes and speaking with a strong accent in English, issued him an invitation to a duel. Although Tom all prevaricated by saying "I only want to fight the real warrior", they seem to want to kill Tom by rubbing work-a week After that, he had almost had a face-to-face with everyone in Durmstrang's team.

Although he hates these annoying guys, he has to admit that Durmstrang's students are indeed commendable in some senses. In less than a week of learning together, Durmstrang's students' powerful magic The ability and determination to smash problems left a deep impression on every Hogwarts student who met them in class.

As for Boothbatton, this school is indescribable. Their students have more wild ideas. In terms of magic spells, these qualities have been even more embodied. Boothbatten students are even willing to let Hogg The new friends that Woz met and the fire dragon they brought in contact with each other, the jumping of their thinking style and the difference of each person gave people a Ravenclaw feeling, but after a detailed understanding, they discovered that their pursuit of intelligence It is more about the pursuit of inspiration than Ravenclaw's general advocacy of knowledge.

This may be because the student representatives selected by them during this trip are almost all elites, but this can also reflect the characteristics of different schools—

Durmstrand and Boothbatten are almost two completely opposite schools. You only need to know one person to know Durmstrand, but you may need to know everyone to understand Boothbatten. They are forbidden by orders. , A freewheeling one, is the embodiment of two completely different educational concepts.

"Happy, Tom?" Nelson yawned and looked at the time on the wall clock on the wall of the corridor. It was almost eight o'clock in fifteen seconds. He retracted his gaze and asked, "I hope you like me to be a warrior. Coronation ceremony."

"I don't think the Goblet of Fire will choose a person who can't sleep to be the representative of Hogwarts." Tom rolled his eyes and looked at the burning Goblet of Fire. The green fire light reflected his expression unpredictably. Those guys who were still struggling with their mentality looked even more nervous than the students who had already signed up. Tom glanced at them and looked at Nelson, "What do you think about the Goblet of Fire—"

Before he finished his words, his eyes went dark, and in the next second, there was already a green tablecloth in front of him, and his buttocks were already tightly attached to the chair.

Tom raised his head and looked to the left, just in time to meet Nelson's blue eyes.

At the moment, they are sitting at the long Slytherin table, which happens to be in the center. A long green tablecloth is spread on the long table. Observing carefully, the depth of the tablecloth is embroidered with a deeper emerald color. , The pattern in front of everyone is difficult to get a complete picture of it. When combined, it is a long snake entrenched on a tree trunk.

Two jewel-like eyes stared at the high platform not far away. There were two long half-curved tables. Dumbledore was sitting in the center of the front row. Sigmund and Constance were seated. On both sides of him, and on the other side, sat officials from the Ministry of Magic of the Three Kingdoms in charge of the tournament, and the great wizards who were well-known in their fields were sitting in the back seats wearing robes representing the highest achievement. Focused directly in front of Dumbledore.

There, a red-colored raging fire was burning in the crude wooden cup, and the scorching heat that radiated made Nelson, who was far away from the stage, felt the heat wave on his face.

"call-"

A comfortable sigh sounded beside Nelson. It was half a minute ago that the Slytherin student who was still struggling to sign up had missed the opportunity to sign up. Although his expression was complicated, he still looked a lot more relaxed than just before.

He looked around, and the long tables of each college and the other two schools were replaced with the furnishings that best represented him like Slytherin. The most eye-catching of them was the green Slytherin and the red opposite it. Gryffindor, their striking color combination is enough to make anyone with a normal sense of color look away.

"It looks like Goblet of Fire has made its choice."

Dumbledore stood up and opened the door. His voice was not loud, but it was enough to spread throughout the silent auditorium. While waiting for him to say the answer, the whole auditorium could only hear the swelling and cracking of the burning air.

The officials on both sides stared at the Goblet of Fire for fear of something wrong.

"Before this, I think I still need to reiterate that a cup cannot really complete the judgment and evaluation of a person, especially when all it can touch is the name," Dumbledore's voice immediately sounded. He said softly, "The Goblet of Fire will only screen applicants based on some of the characteristics that they see in the Triwizard Tournament. If you are not selected, it does not mean that your level is insufficient, but because your talents are suitable to be changed. On the big stage."

After distributing the chicken soup, Dumbledore nodded to the two principals beside him, and the two left their seats comprehensively and raised their wands.

"Next, we will announce the players in this Triwizard Tournament. All of this is done under the justice of the wizard representatives." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the wizards behind him. After confirming with them, He turned around and looked at the burning goblet of fire, "The result will be announced soon."

He coughed slightly, and a roll of parchment appeared in his hands.

"Please, Professor Sigmund, Professor Constance."

The three principals raised their wands at the same time and pointed them at the goblet of fire in front of them with serious expressions.

The light beams of the three primary colors of red, green and blue were shot from the tips of the three magic wands and plunged into the flames. The exuberant tongue of fire condensed in the air like ice cubes, making the hot people suddenly feel cool.

Immediately afterwards, the magic text on the Goblet of Fire cup glowed aquamarine. First, it scanned the students in the auditorium, and then separated three condensed beams, which wrapped the three-color spell used by the three principals to verify their identity like vines. Climbed to their wands and touched their hands.

Soon, after confirming the identity of the opener, the green light of the magic text disappeared, and the "freezing" flame moved amid the sound of cracking glass, and burned again, bigger and more prosperous than before!

The tongue of fire licked straight to the dome above the auditorium, and spread it at a speed of rushing straight forward, instantly lighting the dome! The audience raised their heads. The shining stars on the dome of the auditorium have been replaced by jumping flames. The most vigorous and dazzling among them is the three pops made of emerald green flames in the center. The three stars are separated from each other. Equal to form a perfect equilateral triangle.

They are slowly getting bigger, or to be precise, slowly falling.

"let's start."

Dumbledore nodded, sat back in his seats with the two principals, and looked at the Samsung overhead like the other audience.

Suddenly, one of the three stars accelerates and shoots directly at Boothbarton's long table.

"Booth Barton—" Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded when everyone's attention was attracted by the "meteorite".

The green star slammed into Boothbarton's long table, and instantly turned into a burst of sparks and exploded in all directions. The strong light pierced almost everyone's eyes.

When they opened their eyes, two pegasus horses, which were blue like sea water and equipped with golden horses, were stepping out of the "starry sky" with a drizzle. They seemed to be lovers, but also as passers-by, separating each other. They opened and closed, spread their wings, and flew around Busbarton's long table. After two turns, they stopped behind a black-haired girl in a snow-white dress, folded their wings, and landed on the ground. The Sparton student stared enviously and rubbed her shoulder with her cheek.

This was the first girl who completed the registration. She felt something on her shoulder. She turned around and saw the Tianma behind her.

Nelson dared to swear that her expression froze for an instant, and it seemed that she was not sure whether the two pegasus were independent or one and its double image.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, she didn't have to worry about it. After confirming the candidate, two Tianma stood up against her. One turned into a green flame and flew into the air, while the other turned into a golden light particle floating. Around her, soon, the meteor belonging to Boothbarton in the sky cast a turquoise beam of light, enveloping her.

"Margaret Sagan!"

Professor Constance's voice sounded at the right time, and her tone was full of appreciation. It seemed that the warrior satisfied her. Then, warm applause erupted on Boothbarton's long table, surrounded by Hogwarts and Germany. The students of Mstrong also gave courteous applause.

Only then did Margaret react to everything that had just happened. She tidied up her skirt like a whirlwind, lowered her head, lifted the skirts on both sides, turned around in a circle, and greeted the surrounding classmates. After turning around, she faced Professor Constance on the high platform and made a princess-like courtesy.

In the green starry sky above her, Aquarius became more and more bright.

Professor Constance nodded, but Margaret should not be able to see it.

After Boothbarton's candidate for the Warriors was settled, the surrounding students reacted differently. Some felt that it should be, some were unconvinced, and some were still dreaming, but the Goblet of Fire did not leave them time to dream. Soon, the second meteor accelerated its fall.

This Durmstrang's meteor is simply so much. It didn't go around too much, but quickly hit the Durmstrang table. This time everyone learned to close their eyes in advance and was not caught. The bright light stimulates the loss of vision.

"Dumstrand—" Dumbledore said quickly while everyone closed their eyes.

A golden two-headed bird screams when it hunts, holding a blood-red sheep skull with its paws and hovering above the long table. This sheep skull that seems to be dripping blood can hardly remind people of myths and legends. The demon in.

After turning a circle, the two-headed bird fixed its gaze on the relatively inconspicuous one of the many small flat heads. It made a weird "quack" and released its paws, and the blood-red sheep's head fell directly onto the small flat head. In the dinner plate.

Xiaopingtou stood up, raised his right hand and clasped his palms against his chest, bowed in each of the four directions, southeast, northwest, and the angle and force of each bow were exactly the same. Finally, he turned to the high platform and stood at attention with his knees, a pair of big-toed leather shoes. The collision made a loud "bang".

He still maintained the posture of his right hand stroking his chest, and looked at his principal with his chin high.

Professor Sigmund nodded and introduced:

"Ludwig Kant!"

Durmstrang's students looked as persuasive as they were. Ludwig stood there, letting the blood-colored sheep's head float on top of him, while the golden two-headed bird that returned turned into a green grass. The beam of light enveloped him.

"Papa Papa—" The applause was not so enthusiastic this time. UU read www.uukanshu.com but Ludwig didn't care, closed his eyes and enjoyed his moment.

The corresponding lit constellation this time is Ursa Major.

Finally, the last undecided meteor slammed into the center of the auditorium. After a burst of bright light, the creatures that appeared surprised almost everyone, including Nelson.

"Hogwarts—" Dumbledore yelled out in spite of confusion.

He originally thought that the creatures related to Hogwarts were nothing more than eagles, lions, snakes, and badgers, but he didn't expect that after the bright light, what appeared above everyone was a dragon breathing blazing flames.

This dragon is completely different from any known dragon. Its wings are too long and are covered with scars. It looks like it has just returned from the battlefield, and its metal-like scales and slender gold and silver. The streamlined body does not belong to any known species.

"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon."

Tom looked at the dragon above his head, muttered softly and closed his eyes.

It seemed that he heard the call of this sentence, the dragon really turned the direction of the air conditioner on the Ravenclaw long table, and flew over the excited Gryffindor to the green Slytherin.

Tom didn't see this scene. He closed his eyes early and didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or fear or because of the victory.

Until the dragon's scorching breath came to his face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Beside him, Nelson stared at the dragon on the floor, with a trace of confusion in his expression.

This dragon is really too big, even if it lifts its paws, it will point to two people, so what is its choice?

The Draco constellation that flashed brightly above his head seemed to be more confused than him.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

Dumbledore's cries spread throughout the auditorium.

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