My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 260

"Wait, Albus."

Sigmund suddenly reached out his hand and stopped Dumbledore's next movement.

The audience's attention was drawn to him. Under the gaze of the crowd, Sigmund slowly said, "Are you a little too anxious?"

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore frowned, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Are you a little too anxious?" Sigmund twisted his neck, repeated what he had said before, raised his wand and pointed at Tom and Nelson who was sitting next to him, and said, "Sleeping Dragon hasn't done it yet. Its choice... The constellation has not been lit yet, how can you be sure that the Warrior selected by the Goblet of Fire for Hogwarts is this Tom Marvolo Riddle or Nelson Wiltning next to him... ...Where is Williams?"

When she heard the name of "Wiltening", Professor Constance's eyes became sharp. She just wanted to join the conversation between the two, but was attracted by the dragon not far away.

"I don't know why you want to be a sidekick, but you seem to know the students in our school very well," Dumbledore raised his hand with an unhappy expression and pointed to Tom. Following his movements, Hogwarts' sleep He raised his head and made a sky-shaking roar, almost about to shake the stars above his head down. Then, it rushed into the sky and turned into a thick red dragon's breath fire column, which shot directly at Tom from the air, and a hot air wave was in the auditorium. There was a gust of wind blowing up the tablecloths of the six long tables.

Nelson, who was next to Tom, felt the most scorching heat, as if facing the sun's high temperature rushing towards him. When the heat wave hit, half of his face near Tom was immediately covered by silver flowing metal, mercury-like armor and The mask appeared on its own, protecting half of his body.

Almost everyone involuntarily raised their hands to block their faces. This is the instinctive response of human beings when facing danger.

Before they opened their eyes, the silver of Nelson's face quickly crawled into the neckline, and the pillar of fire on the side quickly extinguished after losing its roots, leaving behind a green pillar of light cast by the third comet overhead. Tom attracted everyone's attention, in the spotlight. Next, he opened his arms and slowly floated up in a prayer-like posture.

The representative animals of the four academies surrounded him, and the Draco constellation in the sky gleamed with eternal light.

(Nelson: Damn it, he pretended to be again.)

"The warrior of Hogwarts is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Dumbledore's voice was very small, as small as a whisper, but his tone was full of no doubt.

No one would deny Tom's status as a warrior at this moment, and the scene Hogwarts gave him seemed to be choosing a principal candidate.

"Gnar."

When all the dust settled, Tom slowly fell from the air as if losing his motivation. As soon as he landed, he looked at Nelson and asked in a low voice, "You must be disappointed?"

"I'll tell you," Nelson shook his head and said, "Really, if I was selected, it would be a surprise. After all, I only stayed at Hogwarts for two years. If there are Iraqi students in the participating schools. Farmoni, I may have become their warrior."

"That's good." Tom patted Nelson on the back without saying much.

"But how can people like me who are used to watching the excitement not do something?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "I will be involved anyway."

He thought for a while and added, "You can write it down, this is my prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Tom pondered for a moment and then asked with a smile, "Are you going to be cheerleading on the spot?"

"Maybe it's the referee," Nelson said seriously, "just say this to you, I will definitely give you zero points then."

"I really thank you so much."

"Compared to this, you should consider considering the opening dance partner. The three warriors are the default lead dancers for the banquet." Nelson gave a narrow smile. He knew very well that Tom didn't dance very much. "I believe I will be able to see it soon. It's time for you to dance gracefully on the dance floor in a pink gown with lace."

"What dance party?" Tom was stunned. He checked a lot of information about the event, and he had heard about the dance party for the first time.

"It doesn't matter to me," Now it's Nelson's turn to pat Tom on the shoulder, he encouraged, "I believe that there will be hundreds of girls who want to be your dancing partners, and I am different. Now... I'll ask Minerva if she lacks a dancing partner later."

He suddenly thought of McGonagall's loose hair and dancing happily.

"Call me Professor McGonagall, Williams." McGonagall appeared behind them like a ghost. She stared at Nelson with dead eyes for ten seconds, then turned her head, looked at Tom, and said, "Go The principal's office, there are some precautions and game rules that you need to understand. In addition, there are some activities that need your cooperation."

"Cooperating activities?" Tom scratched his head and left his seat after greeting. Not far away were the other two warriors and their principal. Tom gave Nelson a playful look and followed McGonagall to the auditorium. door.

Just when Nelson thought that he could finally have a good meal after the principal and the warriors left, the young British Minister of Magic, Nobby Rich, who was invited to the scene, suddenly stood up, when he took out a large volume from under the table. When the parchment, Nelson almost turned black, and even Minister Rich became abominable.

Soon, the dozeworms in the auditorium quickly multiplied.

"...After years of suspension, the ancient Triwizard Tournament was finally re-hosted at Hogwarts. It is reported that the Triwizard Tournament was held between the then Minister Mr. Nobby Rich and the Three Kingdoms Magic It was jointly organized by the various parties of the Ministry."

The next day, in the Slytherin lounge, Alphad sat in the middle of a group of people, holding the newly arrived "Daily Prophet" and reading aloud, while commenting, "God! The meaning of Rich's existence is to let himself Has his speech become a powerful hypnotic spell affecting thousands of people? This may be the biggest test in the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Is there any nutritious content," the young Malfoy sat aside, and raised his hand in the presence of a few small attendants. "Senior Black, can you read something that everyone likes to listen to?"

"What do you like to listen to? The odds for the Triwizard Tournament? I suggest you go to Knockoff Alley to buy those illegal newspapers, maybe you can find them." Alphad stabbed him, picked up the newspaper and continued reading, "Huo Albus Dumbledore, acting principal of Gwartz, said in an interview: "Although the situation between Hogwarts and the magic world is still grim, this is not the best time to host such exchange events, but the Triwizard Tournament This event still has many positive meanings for alleviating tensions between all parties and enhancing European magic exchanges. The principal of Hogwarts, Armando Dupete, is still missing. For related reports on him, see the third edition.

He picked up the newspaper and read it over and over several times, looked at Malfoy, and said seriously, "You're right, it's really not nutritious."

Then, he skipped the first few pages, turned the newspaper directly to the back page, raised his eyebrows, and said aloud: "Our reporter Lewis Schalke will serve as an accompanying reporter, and will bring the audience to the tri-strong battle for hegemony throughout the entire process. The first-hand report of the match-Yesterday, the candidates for the Triwizard Tournament have been determined. The author interviewed the three warriors after the ceremony. Please read the report about the three warriors below."

"Coming!"

He turned a page back and pulled out the fourth edition of the newspaper. On the cover of the fourth edition, Tom was sitting in front of the bookshelf in the principal's office with his chin in his hand. He looked out the window firmly, even in black and white printing. It concealed Tom's handsomeness and temperament, and even set off his lines more clearly.

"Positioning! This is definitely a posing!"

Alphad yelled loudly, but everyone was urging him to continue reading.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, the prefect of Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was recognized by all his classmates as the best student at Hogwarts, even when Albus Dumbledore talked about him At the same time, there is no concealment of satisfaction and appreciation in the words. This student who can be called "perfect" from the outside to the inside has another side that is unknown, but this does not affect our ability to represent Hogwarts. The trust to win this matter, on the contrary, when we learn about these glorious background stories, we will love this handsome and talented boy even more."

"This reporter's vocabulary is too scarce," Alphad licked his dry lips and continued reading. "As a little wizard born in a Muggle orphanage, Riddle was chosen by Slytherin College. , This really surprised some Slytherin students, but soon they discovered that this "Muggle-born" classmate possessed no less than pure blood wizards, or even better talent, character and knowledge-the author is very The reason was soon found. In the process of investigating Riddle's weird middle name, the author found that the name refers directly to one of the oldest wizarding families in the UK-the disappeared Gaunt family, and the Gaunt family is Slater. The only direct descendant of the Lin Academy founder Salazar Slytherin can be tested."

"Slytherin!"

One of Malfoy's pudgy attendants jumped up and let out an exclaim. After all, the name Slytherin was a name for every English wizard, but he was quickly pressed by Malfoy.

"Anything else?"

"Let me see..." Alphad was also a little surprised. It was the first time he heard of Tom's background, but he didn't care about it. After skipping a few lines, he said, "The next few lines are about How does he usually study, let me look at the back... eh? There is it!"

He cleared his throat and read aloud: "Riddle told the author that he was able to improve so fast, on the one hand, because of his own efforts, on the other hand, he was also influenced by his best friend Nelson Williams. influences."

"What's in it? Can't we be blind?" Malfoy curled his lips. "Is their story a love story?"

"If you don't want to hear it, go out, don't you subscribe to the "Daily Prophet"?" Alphad said dissatisfiedly, "Do you understand the gold content of the Dark Lord?"

"Okay." Malfoy leaned on his knees dryly, straightened his back, and sat in his seat like a schoolboy.

"Oh... it really made me discover something funny."

"I didn't give any hope for this, but I didn't expect that we finally found a photo of the two of them in a Muggle newspaper," Alphad read to the end of the page enthusiastically, although he was by his side every day. Dangling, but his friend's gossip was much more interesting than the course. He found the newspaper that was thrown aside and found the next page, but he suddenly cried out, "Oh!"

Everyone was taken aback by Alphad's strange screams, and they raised their heads to look at him, and saw that the newspaper in his hand was instantly turned into ashes except where they were pinched by the fingers on both sides.

"Alphad," Tom said earnestly, "I have asked, if there are casualties due to training during the Triwizard Tournament, there is no price to pay."

"It's really not enough for outsiders." Alphad threw the newspaper fragments in his hand to the subway station, raised his head and smiled awkwardly at Tom. "By the way, what is the first round of the project? Did they notify?"

"Notified, but not fully notified, or it means nothing is notified," Tom said, "By the way, did you see Gnar? I have something to do with him."

"Go to Professor McGonagall's confinement," Alphad said ~www.mtlnovel.com~ It seems that it was because of some kind of left foot that stepped into the transfiguration classroom first. "

"Okay." Tom nodded and turned to leave.

"Well, come on Tom!" Seeing Tom leave, Alphad took a long sigh of relief, picked up a can of butter beer and placed it on the table, took out a newspaper from his pocket, and shouted, "I didn't expect it! Me! One more!"

"What else is there?" Nelson suddenly pushed open the door of the lounge, his forehead was covered with Han, and asked curiously, "What are you discussing?"

Seeing the newspaper in Alphad's hand, Nelson lifted his finger and the newspaper flew over like a butterfly with its wings fluttering in his direction. Nelson raised his hand to catch the newspaper, glanced at it, and laughed.

"The warriors of Durmstrand are expected to become revolutionaries against the repressive rule of Grindelwald? Don't they know that Domstrand is almost the campus of Newmontgarde?" Nelson looked back cheerfully, a few pages later. His face suddenly stiffened, he raised his head to look at Alphad, and asked softly, "Did you just spread fake news?"

"Of course not, Nelson, how could I be the kind of person who often does bad things?"

"I hope you are not." Nelson wiped Han on his forehead and asked, "Do you know where Tom is?"

"Go over there, he was looking for you just now."

"Okay," Nelson reminded as he walked in the direction Alphad was pointing, holding the newspaper in between, "Don't spread fake news, you know?"

"I know," Alphad followed Nelson's movements, took out a newspaper from behind, and quickly read, "The source of their creativity comes from the pursuit of performance art. In fact, many years ago, they were already A famous performance art master in the world!"

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