My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I don't think anyone understands Harry Potter better than me. We will always face all kinds of disasters in our lives, whether it is sudden bad news or long-term and numb torture." Eight On April 4th, Chen Yang, who had just finished watching "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", walked out of the cinema and talked to his friends, "But we must always maintain high morale, this is not only for the hope of a better future , It is an uncompromising gesture - although we live in the gutter, we still need to look up to the sky."

With an ice cream stick in his mouth, the friend stared blankly at him and nodded, as if he had heard a golden saying in life: "But how should we get out of the gutter..."

"For example, now, I feel that I can be a hero!"

He suddenly ran towards the middle of the road, and this scene was reflected in the astonished eyes of his friend: a semi-trailer loaded with steel pipes slammed towards the side of the road. In the middle of the road stood a petrified child with a movie theater wand in his hand, and his ordinary friend from childhood to adulthood threw off the bag he was carrying and sprinted towards the child.

Our protagonist hugged the child and ran towards the other half of the road, but lost his balance due to rushing too fast, the semi-trailer braked suddenly and threw the trailer in front of them and slammed into the two of them. Hit and fly backwards to the side of the road.

After a while, my friend ran over anxiously, and saw him staring at the sky in a daze with distracted eyes. This touch of blue was the last thing he saw.

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Crying, laughing, screaming, the glaring red color and the scorching air occupied the five senses, "Am I in the incinerator? I can obviously save it." Chen Yang was about to call for help, but found himself speechless , The body is not listening, can only cry loudly.

Soon, drowsiness hit like a tide. Among the ruined walls burning fiercely, a woman in a black skirt walked quickly through the alleyway, and a little baby curled up in a basket on her shoulder, sleeping soundly. Zhengxiang.

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On July 30, 1938, eleven-year-old Nelson sat on the roof of the orphanage in West London, watching the friends downstairs singing and dancing around the bonfire, and the aroma of barbecue wafted to him, "My aunt often Send me food, let these good things be left to these real orphans..." He swallowed, "However, it's so delicious..."

Even in this corner of the city where children gather together, the cloud of war still hangs over the courtyard. Even the world's largest empire on which the sun never sets can only allow the children in the orphanage to eat meat products during the holidays. The barbecue made from the leftovers of the factory, and the gentlemen from the next block who used to come to put on airs are no longer here. They are busy calling on the people in the newspaper to be rational and not to be afraid of war. Prepare the annual ticket of the Dutch ferry company, I am afraid that I have already made plans to run away at any time.

"These gentlemen don't even bother to do face-saving projects...at least they can drink fish soup when they have nothing to do before." Nelson murmured boredly.

"That's right Nelson, they really make me sick." Seeing Tom who suddenly rolled over beside him, Nelson was startled and almost fell off the roof.

"Tom, why don't you eat down there?" Looking at his roommate speechlessly, Nelson added: "No one in the royal family celebrates their birthday this year, so if you want to have a good meal again, you have to wait until next year. "

"Eating with them also makes me sick." Tom is a handsome teenager, his hair is combed back like black jade, he has a tall, thin figure, and his fingers are slender and knuckles. He is clearly a good hand holding a pen. His face is fair, even a little morbidly pale. In fact, most of the children in the orphanage have such pale skin except for the children who are naturally dark. He looks like a nobleman who doesn't like sports.

Nelson looked up at Tom, and Tom's eyes were like black jade, with his own reflection reflected in his pupils—what kind of boy is this! Wearing light golden soft half-length hair, his figure is also tall and tall, exuding health, his face is soft, always smiling, it seems that everything in the world can make him feel happy from the bottom of his heart, royal blue There is a light in the pupil. What a handsome young man!

"If you don't like eating together, you can serve it," Nelson suggested.

"I'm not interested, and Mrs. Cole might beat us to death if you bring it up. But you should be interested in one thing. I heard that Germany is recruiting people with special abilities from all over the world. If we go, we might be able to mix it up." You should be an officer." Tom said excitedly, this is related to the biggest secret of the two of them, they are both "supernatural beings", capable of fetching objects from the air, talking with animals, and summoning flames, which made him Full of confidence and ambition, "This kind of starting point is enough for us to rely on our ability to become the real power holders."

"You will only be dissected as a guinea pig for experiments." Nelson retorted weakly. He clearly understood what kind of supernatural power this is. This is magic, and they are in a magical world.

That's right, this is the world of "Harry Potter", and the ability they master is magic. And Tom is the famous second-generation Dark Lord in the future, Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle. And our protagonist is Chen Yang, who was unfortunately killed in a car accident. Fortunately, Chen Yang finally practiced his understanding of the spiritual core of "Harry Potter" before he died. , It can even be called useless, but the moment he rushed to the road, he achieved his own courage and became a hero for others. After all, the hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage.

After a few years of ignorance, he realized that he came to Europe before World War II and became a child named Nelson Wertning Williams. This kind of possession can be said to be the most common way of time travel up. The unique memory makes Nelson very precocious in childhood, which makes him very different from other children, and also attracts the attention of Tom Riddle, another teenager who is out of tune with everyone in the same orphanage.

When Nelson first learned that the person living upstairs had the same name as Voldemort, he refused. This sense of absurdity reached its peak after Tom showed him his unique "talent" in private, and he could only accept it. He knew the cruel fact - being a Muggle in the magical world, but when he tried to rescue a cat that fell into the water and the cat flew out of the water, he understood that in this cruel world In this world, he is also fortunate to be one of the lucky ones, he has the aptitude to become a wizard!

Childhood friendships are easy to forge, and they are often pure and long-lasting. According to the direction of the plot, Tom will show his magic and power to the children in the same orphanage in a way that ordinary people cannot understand, and will become a black magician in the future, but why is Tom not a victim of cold violence? The solitary environment breeds an awkward personality, while magical abilities make his self-preservation sharp...even terrifying. Nelson believed that no one would be born a Dark Lord, "it is not our ability but our choices that determine what we become." Dumbledore's aphorisms have always been in his heart.

Tom and Nelson soon became close friends who talked about everything. Even the most powerful Dark Lord would not long for loneliness when he was young. Even though the Death Eaters were his servants, they would be called "family members". ". Nelson often "chants" positive quotes to Tom, which always confuses young Tom. Tom also often shared his ideals with Nelson, such as "becoming a nobleman", "becoming an officer", "becoming a prime minister", etc. Although Nelson was relieved that he did not have ideals such as "becoming the Dark Lord", he was always Vigilant, he felt the pursuit of power and power from Tom's dream, as if it was a natural ambition, and this tendency became stronger as the dream grew bigger and bigger. Maybe it was just because Tom didn't want to be the Dark Lord Didn't know magic existed.

"Why do you want to be an officer? You have to train every day, and you have to fight in the wind and the sun." Nelson tried to make Tom give up the idea of ​​​​becoming a warmonger.

"Our talents are designed to deprive mediocrity of what is occupied by mediocrity." Tom argued with the logic that he is proud of in his second year.

"You're a villain, why don't you want to be a decent character, like Superman?"

"Superman? What's that?"

"That's a comic that just came out last month. It's an American superhero. I'll get you the "Action Comics" later."

"Where did you get American comics?"

"Didn't you notice? There are more and more Americans on the streets recently."

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And at this moment, when the two were sitting on the roof discussing comics and ideals, an uninvited guest came to the orphanage. He has long auburn hair and a beard, and wears an elegant fuchsia velvet suit. He has a handsome face and a brisk walk, but there is a hint of sadness. He holds a wand in his right hand. He is Albus Dumbledore profitable.

Albus Dumbledore knocked on the door of the orphanage building and nodded to the girl who opened the door for him, "Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs Cole, I think, she is the head of the house." Bar?"

The helper girl nodded in panic, and called Mrs. Cole's name, and Mrs. Cole's response came from inside the building immediately.

Dumbledore stepped back from the door before entering the building, looked towards the roof, and found two teenagers looking at him, he winked at them and smiled.

Seeing Dumbledore, Nelson understood that the wheel of history began to turn, oh no, the broomstick of history began to fly. "A gentleman like me should go to Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw?" he thought happily.

Tom clicked his tongue disdainfully: "This man has no aesthetics, the color of his suit disgusts me."