My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 266

"Metel, we did it."

In the room of responsiveness, Nelson stood in the center of the stage, bent over and knees, and her right arm was wrapped around Myrtle who almost bent herself into a bow. Her long hair was draped like a peacock on the floor full of footprints and sweat. Under the light, the sweat on the tips of the hair shone brightly like diamonds.

Nelson raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. They finally completed the dance steps that Myrtle wanted. At the end of the whole dance, Nelson threw Myrtle into the air with all his strength and a little magical help. And Myrtle did not disappoint everyone's expectations and completed the ending action of spinning 720 degrees in the air and falling back into Nelson's arms.

Sweat dripped from Nelson's blond hair clinging to his forehead, flowing down his cheeks to his chin, and finally onto the back of Myrtle's hand. Even if he was in good health, he couldn't stand this kind of practice. Nelson was a little unimaginable, and could be called it. How did the weak Myrtle clenched her teeth and persisted in this set of actions.

His eyes fell on the face of the girl in the mirror, and Myrtle was also looking at him in the mirror at this moment. The two eyes met through the mirror, but Myrtle quickly avoided. She closed her eyes and dropped a drop in the corner of her eye. The sweat was squeezed down and fell on Nelson's lap.

Nelson sighed slightly in his heart, his arms were strong and supported Myrtle's back to lift her up. He could feel Myrtle's body trembling slightly, and the protruding bones hurt his forearm. .

Nelson raised his left hand, and the box placed on the sidelines flew over with a "swish" and fell into his hand.

"Mettle, eat some fruit," Nelson opened the box, held it in front of Myrtle, and said seriously, "I don't think anyone in the world can dance better than you."

Myrtle just leaned on Nelson's arm and kept silent, not knowing whether it was because of exhaustion or excitement.

After a while, she raised her hand and twisted a small tomato from the box.

"Thank you, Nelson."

The voice was so small that it was almost impossible to tell whether he was talking or chewing.

In the evening a few days later, by the Black Lake, Hagrid was dragging a huge pine tree towards the castle. From a distance, he looked like a giant monster carrying a big stick, chatting with McGonagall on the side of the stump. I greeted him when I saw him.

"Hagrid, are you going to make a Christmas tree?"

"What do you think? It's only September." McGonagall stood aside, holding the little notebook that used to make training plans for Nelson, and gave him a blank look. "Christmas is far from now."

"Ah, Nelson, Minerva..." Hagrid let go, and the pine tree hit the ground with a "bang". He scratched his head and said with a silly smile, "Ogg wants to form a band in the auditorium. On the stage, let me help him find a bigger piece of wood."

"That's it," Nelson scratched his chin. "Speaking of which, the holiday atmosphere of the Triwizard Prom is much stronger than that of Christmas."

"After all, many students go home at Christmas, and there are not many people left," McGonagall put away the notebook and said, "There are more people in the castle than the usual students at Hogwarts. less."

"That's true."

Nelson nodded and looked in the direction of the castle. Hogwarts' tall castle was decorated today. The exterior walls were painted with red, green and blue ribbons, making this ancient castle look like a tour. Like a paradise, the entire castle is lit up with lights and festoons, permeating an atmosphere that is even more festive than the holidays.

Newt did not know where he found a group of little fairies, flying around outside the castle with small lanterns.

The campus was full of students and teachers from three schools and guests who came to the dance party. There were guests and judges from the competition, a band dedicated to tonight's banquet, and some spectators who came to watch the ceremony. Those who have studied at Wozzi are seizing the opportunity to recall their youth, and guests from other schools are visiting the campus under the leadership of Hogwarts students.

At this time, the people in the school can be described as a mixed bag, which is also the largest openness of Hogwarts in many years.

The other residents in the castle were also agitated about this event. The ghosts that are rarely seen in ordinary times wandered in twos and threes in the castle that had been living for many years. Stone statues and armors were everywhere. He called his brother's armor, but he met a stone lion walking along the shore of the Black Lake with a picture frame in his mouth. Several characters in the picture frame were holding wine bottles and were drunk by a pile of wooden barrels. Gryffindor was fat. The lady carrying a half bottle of whiskey shouted aloud: "Why are you drunk before the banquet has started!"

"Ogg is anxious for this piece of wood, I'm leaving first." Hagrid picked up the pine tree at his feet and said to Nelson and McGonagall, "See you at the banquet."

"Yeah." McGonagall nodded.

"See you at the banquet." Nelson reached out and touched the pine tree in Hagrid's hand. Hagrid suddenly felt that it was lighter. "Have you found a partner?"

"Found it," Hagrid blushed. "It's a girl from Boothbarton, she's very cute."

"Come on," Nelson joked, and Hagrid, who was ashamed, fled.

"Professor McGonagall," Nelson asked curiously, looking at Hagrid's fading back, "why didn't you correct Hagrid's name?"

"Hagrid this kid..." McGonagall shook his head and said old-fashioned, "He might not remember it anyway."

"I can't actually remember..."

"It doesn't matter, I think you also like confinement."

"Hagrid also—"

"Don't you know that working in the forbidden forest makes Hagrid happier than a holiday?"

McGonagall gritted her teeth and said that because she was so familiar with Nelson, she always had trouble finding the "dignity of a teacher" that Dumbledore said when they got along.

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, his gaze turned to the castle a little more refined than just now, and asked, "I'm still curious, who did your last dance partner choose?"

"I don't dance," McGonagall raised his hand and touched the tightly tied bun on the top of his head, and shook his head. "In fact, I didn't find a partner."

"Didn't it mean that everyone has to find a partner?" Nelson rubbed his sore arm. "Is this rule only for students?"

"My feet are cramped and I can't participate in the evening dance."

McGonagall unabashedly taught Nelson a life lesson called "How to Make Excusements for Leave".

"Do you need Miss Joey to see it for you? A week-long hamstring is not a minor injury," Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Nelson, "Minerva, you were so prevarication of me last week."

"Professor Dumbledore." Nelson and McGonagall said hello at the same time.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I swear I only heard the last words of Minerva," Dumbledore blinked and said to Nelson, "Nelson, Miss Warren asked me to tell you that she chose one. Red skirt."

"Okay, Professor," Nelson nodded, "Thank you."

"Let's talk, I'll go to Durmstrand," Dumbledore turned and left, "Minerva, if you really don't want to dance, come over and eat something after the opening dance. Well, we have customized lemon ice cream. If you miss it, you will regret it."

"If my feet don't hurt that much, I will go." McGonagall said with a flushed face.

After Dumbledore had left, McGonagall asked curiously, "Red skirt? Is it a secret sign?"

"No," Nelson shook his head. "She was just reminding me to change my tie and tie to red."

"So...is it particular?" McGonagall was speechless.

"Yes, the dance prepared by Mettle is flawless and impeccable. The only thing that can improve is these details," Nelson said confidently. "If you don't come to see it, it will be a great loss in your life."

"I-"

McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Then I'm going to change clothes first," Nelson looked at the sun that was about to set, "I hope your feet will get better soon."

"As you say," McGonagall said weakly, and when Nelson was about to leave, she suddenly stopped Nelson, "Right, Nelson—"

"Ok?"

"I remember you grew up in a Muggle family, right?"

"Yes it is."

"That's it," McGonagall hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "When you are free, can you find a weekend to accompany me to do something? I need the help of someone who knows Muggles."

"No problem." Nelson agreed without hesitation. Flivy had been vaccinated for a long time. He waved his hand and ran closer to the castle.

In the bedroom, the neatly draped Tom stood beside Nelson looking in the mirror. He stretched out his hand to help Nelson pull the folds on the collar, jokingly, "Nal, I didn't expect you to be a hidden Granny. Fendor."

Nelson looked at himself in the mirror. It has been a long time since he admired his own appearance like today. The pure black dress robe absorbs all the light that hits the body, and it looks very deep. The robe has no extra fancy design and fits well. The cut makes his figure look tall and slender.

The collar of the robe is neither high nor low, just enough to reveal the neckline of the shirt. The dark red tie and ruby ​​pin are dotted on the neckline, becoming the only vivid color of Nelson's body.

He stretched out his hand, adjusted his neckline, and put a black ring on the **** of his right hand. The ancient-looking ring made his fingers slender.

Tom knew it was the ring with the resurrection stone that Nelson wanted to return to him, and he was immediately happy.

"Nal, you have brought all your valuable possessions," Tom joked, turning around Nelson, rubbing his chin, and said, "Although, you do look more like A Gryffindor."

"I can't add a little more green, can I? That color scheme is too dull." Nelson was also helpless. If he wears enough "Slytherin" tonight, the death color matching with Myrtle may directly destroy her.

"Let me think..."

Tom turned around Nelson, turning him a little dizzy. Suddenly, he made a fist with his right hand and slammed it into the palm of his left hand, making a crisp sound.

"I know!"

Tom ran to Nelson's bed, put his whole arm into the pocket of the school uniform robe hung on the bedside hanger, and soon took out a silver medal, Tom pointed his magic wand to the extra silver hoop. , It slowly contracted and turned into a pin. He proudly took the medal and walked to Nelson's side and pinned it to Nelson's chest as if the medal belonged to him.

"The Guardian of the Guardian Medal, the card is full." Tom looked at Gnar, who is no longer so Gryffindor, with satisfaction. Although the main body of the medal is still a red cross, people who see it will pay attention to it immediately. When it came to the medal, not the color, Tom clapped his hands and opened the door, "Mr. Riddle, the warrior of Hogwarts, is going to prepare for the opening dance first. You can only enjoy it in the dormitory by yourself."

After that, he patted Nelson on the shoulder and left the bedroom.

The old wooden door squeezed shut in front of Nelson. He shook his wrists and two small silver **** fell into his hands. He stuffed one of them into his ears and put the other close to his mouth.

"Newt, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Dumbledore said it was red."

"...In order to invite these little fairies, I spent a lot of money..." Along with the noisy background sound, Newt's voice rang in Nelson's ear, and the voice over there suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, Newt His voice became clear, "What? Did they find someone from Hogwarts?"

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Dumbledore," Nelson replied, "I personally prefer them to replace someone at Hogwarts. After all, even if a wizard is crazy, he usually won't choose to be second. The lunatics in Salem worked together."

"Is that so? Wait a moment," Newt's voice disappeared again, but soon it rang again. "Did you bring the sight glass that Tina gave you?"

"Take it with you." Nelson said, "I'm in the Slytherin lounge now. I can check in the direction of the auditorium from here. I'll check again. This thing won't suddenly make any strange noises, right?"

"No, it will vibrate only when there is a person with the traces of transfiguration three meters away from you, and this vibration can only be felt by you."

"I understand."

"Gnar, I still think of you—" Newt paused and said, "Actually, there are not as many people today as I expected. I heard Tom say that you have made a lot of preparations for this dance and rehearsed for a long time. , You should enjoy the prom."

"This is the big day at Hogwarts," Nelson said, "and only if we are sure of everything, the preparations I made are meaningful. If the auditorium is really blown up to the sky, we can only become ghosts and come back to dance together. ."

"Okay," Newt said, "If you encounter a suspicious person, contact me immediately."

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