My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 393

　　 "Nelson? Why are you here?!"

A high-pitched scream broke the silence of Hogwarts Castle in the early morning. Professor Slughorn's smiling expression immediately changed color. He held the door of the classroom and stared at Nelson who was standing at the door, his eyes full of disbelief. .

　　 "Ah...good morning, professor."

　　Credence, who had turned into Nelson's appearance, raised his head and used his eyes with thick dark circles to look at the professor Walrus who was stuffed with the door frame. He stood on his toes, trying to see the situation in the classroom through the gap in his arm.

"This is the first-grade potions class. I think you must have missed me so much that you walked into the classroom without knowing it," Slughorn said with a stiff smile, showing an extremely inconsistent body shape. Skills, I can see the gaps in the classroom to the death, "I am very touched, but Nelson, shouldn't you be preparing for the ancient magical course waiting for a while? This course needs to be well prepared. ."

Under Professor Slughorn's surprised gaze, Credence took out a thick book from his bulging pocket and turned it back a few pages. It was written "Professor Hogwarts Guide". On the parchment, Credence found a page belonging to Professor Slughorn.

　　 "Fat, especially a fat belly, Professor Slughorn likes to praise, don't have to take his class."

　　 "Hmm..." Credence nodded, yawned, and muttered, "Slaghorn... praise... let me think about it."

"What's the matter with you Nelson? You seem to be in a bad condition," Slughorn asked with concern when he spotted Credence's dark circles as thick as sunglasses. "I see. You want to overcome it. Is it a potion for dark circles? I have a bottle of bubble fish eye cream in my office. While I'm not in class, I can—"

"Professor Slughorn," Credence closed the notebook and tucked it back into his pocket. He had a decision in his mind. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and patted Professor Slughorn on the shoulder, using Mexico. He said in a full-bodied tone, "Today is very handsome, I can be regarded as seeing a real hunk, come on, I will go now."

　　 After all, he took a step forward, carrying a bag and humming a song and left.

　　Professor Slughorn stood there with a suspicious expression on his face, rubbed his stomach, and then thought of the name "macho", unconsciously tucked his abdomen, stood his waist and raised his hips, "Huh?"

　　 He scratched his head and walked back to the classroom without knowing why. Thinking of the fatigue on "Nelson"'s face, he suddenly realized, "It turns out that the illness is in the brain... I have to talk to Tom later."

　　 "Professor, are we going to learn to make antidote today?" A pink girl sitting by the door blinked and asked, "I just heard you mentioned the disease."

　　 "Let's learn how to be fierce today...ah no, sneeze potion."

　　 At this moment, Credence has already walked around and I don't know where. He rubbed his temples and shook his head.

　　 "Doesn't young people nowadays need to sleep?"

Tom dragged Credence to talk about the precautions at Hogwarts all night, but he only forgot the most important thing-how each classroom should go, Credence was like a headless fly Running around in the castle, after finally asking for the way, he was confounded by the rotating staircase, and walked all the way from the potions classroom to the door of the principal's office.

　　 "Doesn't young people nowadays need to sleep?"

He sighed again, but was heard by the passing guys. They recognized Nelson's face. They were very impressed with this senior who was one on three last year. They thought he was teaching himself, so they stood at attention, like two The guards stood beside Credence.

　　 "Sorry senpai! We will never go out at night again!"

"Well, work hard, I am optimistic about you." Credence remembered Tom's teaching, "Gnar is a gentleman at school, who feels like a spring breeze", so he practiced it and hammered it. On the chests of the two boys, they said approvingly, "Yes, good guy, work hard in the future."

He quickly passed between the two of them, wandering to the back of the corridor like a ghost, leaving the two "aftermath" young men looking at each other. They looked at each other and one of them said, "I heard it right, just now. Senior Williams is encouraging us?"

"Yes, I heard the owner of the two broomsticks say that he saw him when Williams was in his first year as a senior," the other nodded, "Sure enough, every outstanding person dares to confront order. of!"

　　 "The rumors are right, he really is a gentle person!"

　　 "We were even afraid of idols before, so we should ask him questions early!"

　　 "Yes, yeah, he should know a lot of secret secret roads."

The instigator has already gone far, and Credence unknowingly roamed in front of the corridor at the entrance of the principal's office. At this moment, Aurelius Dumbledore and the heavy office Albus Dumbledore are only separated by a wall. But neither of them apparently realized this.

　　 "Who are you? Why do you pretend to be Nelson!"

Suddenly, a gold-stone intersecting humiliation appeared in Credence's ears. He lowered his head and rubbed his troubled eyes. He was shocked and inexplicably shocked. He was extremely horrified to clear Nelson's transfiguration technique that was enough to deceive the blood curse. Who could see through Nelson's polymorphism so easily on the first day he mixed into Hogwarts?

　　 He lowered his head, as if he hadn't heard clearly, but his right hand had been slowly stretched into his pocket.

　　 "Haha, good brother, how about my opening remark?"

　　Credence raised his head and saw a piece of armor making a barbell-like laugh beside him.

　　 "What a good joke."

It seems to be Nelson's acquaintance, but Tom didn't mention it. This really scared Credence. He breathed a sigh of relief and gave up the idea of ​​a **** road, but the next second the armor said, "This is not a joke." "But it made him nervous again.

　　 "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

"Don't you know? A few days ago, several medicinal stores in Diagon Alley were stolen, and a lot of ingredients for the compound decoction were lost. The Ministry of Magic suspects that the disguise thief has started activities a few years ago," Jia Jia sees the corridor. There was no one on it, so he took off his head relaxedly, held it in his arms and used the other hand to clean the dust in the gap between the shoulder armor, "Albus said that the more important it is to pay attention to the safety of the students when such tension occurs. So in the past few days, I cooperated with the professors to set up a lot of magic to prevent outsiders from entering, and I will also be assigned the task of screening students. Do you think that opening sentence is a bit deterrent?"

　　 "Very shocking!" Credence said sincerely, "Almost scared me!"

"Haha, are you a disguise fake?" Armor said with a smile, which caused a cold sweat on Credence's forehead. "But don't worry, Albus has done enough. Protection will definitely ensure your safety. No one can get into Hogwarts!"

　　 "Ahahaha." Credence smiled dryly, "You are right, who is Dumbledore, how could that kind of little gangster succeed."

"Yes, it's a pity that some little thief disappeared after wearing an armor with great military exploits, well-made, heroic domineering, and outstanding performance," the armor said dullly, "the poor armor can only stand in the corridor The wind and the sun are so pitiful, even some people didn't want to show their good brothers when they were cutting melons and vegetables abroad."

　　 Does Nelson still owe such a wicked emotional debt? Credence respected Nelson and didn't worry about how the armor was blowing in the wind and sun in the corridor. He just patted the armor's head firmly in his arms and said, "Didn't I come to see you?"

　　 "Hey...what's your tone? It's disgusting," the armour holding his head retracted a little, "Brother, you won't really be replaced by someone, right?"

　　 "How is it possible? I'll come over to wax you tomorrow," Credence retracted his hand awkwardly, and said, "What kind of protection Dumbledore has set up? I'm a little curious."

The armor looked lonely for a long time, and he couldn't help but start to talk. Facing the Nelson he trusted, he stabbed Hogwarts' defense like a bamboo tube and pouring beans. Credence was afraid for a while, and he found the secret. Dao was set with a powerful protective magic on the afternoon of the day he sneaked into the school.

　　 After a while, one person and one armor sat next to the stone pier at the entrance of the principal's office and chatted in full swing.

　　 Several students who wanted to take shortcuts saw Nelson sitting here with a pair of armor at the top of the stairs, and they all chose to take a detour.

　　 "If you want me to say that a little thief is not enough to bother the teacher and move the crowd."

　　 "Hey! Isn't it because that kid Grindelwald is starting to restless again?" Armor sighed and said, "Listen to my brother's advice. You should have broken up with him earlier. He doesn't have any good people."

　　 "Isn't he busy dumping things to make money lately?" Credence asked curiously, "What can be restless?"

"It's not that my brother frightened you. My days on the battlefield may be older than your age," Jia Jia said. "What does it mean when a blatantly dangerous man starts working hard to make money? It's not that he wants to get rid of his armour, but he You need money to fight! Especially you used your own power to destroy everyone in the Magical Congress of the United States. Alas, you really don't have to say what you did. It's that, those animals would be hanged in my age, but, no Brother said you..."

"Brother, you said yours," Credence almost gave the armor a cigarette. The street habits he learned all the year round was completely hooked out. At this moment, he hooked his back to the armor and removed its arm. He cleaned up, and said, "I'm listening."

"You know, when Grindelwald was uprising, almost all the wizards who stopped him came from the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom, the United States, and France." Armor opened the chatterbox and talked freely. "Who was around him at that time." Huh? All kinds of fugitives and inner ghosts were tied, and finally let go by the German dog teammates. Now it is different. He has many soldiers and a mysterious weapon. Experts, there are always people who make conspiracy theories every day that Grindelwald's technology is provided by you, but brothers know that you are not that kind of person, just being used as a shield!"

　　 "Oh... or brother understands me."

"So, he does those factories, those deviant things, and he has no plans at first glance. Now, wizards like Germany, Austria, Bulgaria are willing to serve as servants. This group of people, no matter how weak they are, can be compared. France, right? The people under his own hand are enough for Britain to drink a pot, not to mention that Nobby Rich is still a poor worm who is suppressed by those pure-blood families and can only seek a break in Newmontgard, the last Magic Congress of the United States Falling down, it also means that his power is only stronger than that of his old opponent more than ten years ago. Do you understand what I mean?"

　　 "Hi...that's really scary."

"It's okay if he thinks about making money like your friend all day, but he hasn't shown up for a long time. Who knows what he wants to do? Before, he didn't dare to go to war with the world. Now it just depends on whether he wants to do it or not. , So my brother still has to advise you not to get involved with him."

　　 "You know so much!" Credence nodded in satisfaction, admiring the armor.

　　 "Brothers don't want to lie to you, this is actually what Dumbledore said," the armor suddenly became humble, scratching his head in his arms, and said, "He seems to have some solid evidence, but the brother didn't hear it."

"It's amazing enough!" Credence gave a thumbs up, helped the armor put his arm back, looked at his watch, and said quickly, "Helped a lot, by the way, I almost forgot to do business, you know the ancient magic Where is Wen's classroom?"

"You still have classes, and I want to talk a little longer," said Armor, holding his head in disappointment, turning around and pretending to shake his head, "You go straight from my left hand to the end, and walk up the stairs to six. There is a pair of Gaul chain mail at the door, green, you can see it at a glance."

　　 "Thank you," Credence stood up, picked up his backpack, "I'll wax you tomorrow, and we will continue at that time."

　　 Armor nodded and returned to work.

　　Credence trot to the front of the ancient magic text classroom, greeted the chain mail with the same way of tapping his shoulder, and then hurried into the classroom with his bag.

Tom beckoned to him in the back of the classroom, Credence walked over, sat down beside Tom, and said, "Really, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is a great way to find a way in Hogwarts. Hard thing."

　　 "You are wrong," Tom said sternly, "At this time you should smile, take out the book, don't talk, and even if you are late, you must pretend that the professor remembers that the time is early."

　　 "Oh," Credence nodded, "I understand."

　　 At this time, the professor holding the handout stood on the podium.

　　 "I heard something interesting, and I think Mr. Williams should be interested."

　　 "Expand it," Tom shrugged. "You don't need to attend class. Gnar should have learned this knowledge last year. I put a small ball in front of the podium to help him videotape."

　　 "What if I get up to answer the questions?" Credence, who had never gone to school, was a little anxious. "I heard that students have to sign in for exams and write papers or something."

　　 "No," Tom shook his head, and handed Credence a stack of parchment. "You can use it to write to Gnar. If it's important, please contact me directly. I can contact him directly."

　　 "Mr. Riddle, can you answer this question?" As soon as the voice fell, the professor's voice floated faintly from the podium.

　　 "Oh, when I didn't say it."

　　 Tom rubbed his hair and stood up.

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