My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort - Vol 2 Chapter 697

“Furry boy.”

Nicole Lemay rubbed the arm that was dislocated by Tom, broke it lightly, and put it back on. Margaret next to him was stunned. He rubbed the girl’s head and said with a smile, ” Why all the fuss, I still remember that when your mother sent you to my house for the first time, you dislocated my jaw with a headbutt because of the bitterness of the potion.”

“Hold…sorry, Mr. Lemay,” said Margaret, frowning, staring at Tom’s fleeing back, “you know… Mr. Riddle, what’s wrong with him?”

(“Haha, it looks like our lad is a little shy,” Professor Slughorn’s hearty laughter came from the crowd. Tom’s escape brought a lot of commotion to the crowd. He calmed the crowd and re-mobilized. With the atmosphere, in the praise of “Principal Slughorn”, he picked up a little blond girl, held her hand and cut the first piece of cake, “For our victory, let’s toast everyone!” )

“I don’t think he’s brain damaged by the Horcrux curse. He’s healthier than most people I’ve ever met.”

Nicole Lemay narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He shook his neck. The familiar robe gave him a very different feeling of discomfort, “I don’t remember when I worked with Horace.”

“What? Fire dragon blood?”

Margaret’s doubts were drowned out by the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis. She stared blankly at Tom’s back as he pushed open the door of the banquet hall and rushed out. It gave her a similar feeling that he was like an audience member who broke into the drama, dressed in outdated clothes and out of place with those exaggerated sets.

Tom opened the door, blinded by the blinding light, and the streets of London were bustling with huge posters of magical goods, with wizard or Muggle star faces baring white teeth on every poster. , Muggle children in public school uniforms loudly showed off their collection of chocolate frog pictures with their companions. A chocolate frog that was thrown away after tearing open the package jumped and jumped into the sewer. He felt the ground under his feet. It kept shaking, whether it was because of the hurried footsteps of pedestrians in the street, or because of the parade of wasted chocolate frogs in the sewers.

He turned his head, and the gilded signboard of the Leaky Cauldron was extraordinarily luxurious. A wand and a hammer head crossed over the top of the store name, and a small line of small print was embroidered under it – “Diagonal Alley entrance, one shilling”, Tom was at a loss. Looking around, Muggles trot to life on the self-propelled crawlers on the pavement, magic-powered stoves and ovens were cooking food in street deli and bakery, and the famous wizard singer “Big Brother” was on the radio. Bob Bowie’s singing, he felt dizzy, nearly tripped over a roadside fire hydrant, fell into a street-side clothing store, and the tape measure that had been waiting at the door of the store took a second to wrap him He got up, opened his big mouth on the zero scale, and rushed into the store to call out his size. A tailor with a cockscomb head quickly walked out of the store, and a pair of scissors flew around him, like a group of butterflies of different sizes. , She glanced at Tom’s figure and hair color, clapped her hands, the clip in her pocket flew out, and a dark green roll was dragged out of the fabric in the store.

“Oh… darling, you’re in good time, there’s a batch of top oriental silks today, you should… oh my God! You’re Tom Riddle!” The shopkeeper rushed to Tom’s side and took his hand , his face was full of excitement and honor, until then, Tom realized that this was a Muggle, and those tools were engraved with the Black family’s emblem, which was the product produced in their factory, “Our hero …I didn’t expect you to be more handsome than the poster, don’t worry, I will use the best craftsmanship and fabrics to cut your clothes that are absolutely worthy of your clothes, full set, free!”

“Uh…”

Tom raised his hand and instinctively wanted to refuse, but was “hijacked” by the tape measure to the mirror in the shop. The shopkeeper was on the phone, turning the number wheel so fast that it almost rubbed off a spark.

“Parma! I want your jewel buttons, right now, on the Floo network, what do you say? Get up idiots, Tom Riddle is coming to our house to make clothes!”

“Liu, call your wife, I need your help, oh yes yes, the big man, the absolute big man, the big man you can’t imagine!”

“…”

“Your soft felt hat is very old and fits you very well.”

The tailoring was faster than Apparition, and Tom only felt himself being pushed around, and after a while, he was pushed onto the sidewalk, a luxurious dark green velvet suit lined with blue silk, beside a navy blue gem. With a golden collar pin, the neat and decent version is like a noble living a luxurious life. The owner and a few of his friends walked behind him and put on a black flamingo as exaggerated as an African chief. Coat, cheering loudly: “Tom Riddle chose our ready-to-wear store!”

His shout caught the attention of the street people, more and more people gathered around and stared at Tom, the sun was so dazzling that it almost blinded his eyes, a camera was raised high, and Tom recognized it. When he saw it, he opened his mouth and was about to stop the person with the camera when the flash came on.

“Snapped!”

The smoke of the magnesium powder rose, and Tom’s eyes were white. When he opened his eyes, the huge posters on the street had changed. The content of these advertisement spots changed every ten minutes. At this moment, they were displayed. Time for new content —

The end of the war, the eradication of hidden dangers, the Muggle-born wizarding hero – Tom Marvolo Riddle

Because no one took pictures at that time, this scene destined to go down in history was painted by the most professional painters. In the oil painting, it was Tom crushing his heart at high altitude, and Haierbo vanished under the attack of the wizard Muggle coalition. scene.

Tom just thought it was absurd. His eyes swept across every corner of the street. The cheers of praise seemed to be inaudible through a layer of frosted glass. The traces of magic were everywhere. Isn’t this world the perfect world he expected?

He took a step, ignoring the tears that were stimulated by the bright light, and squeezed in front of the camera holder. A familiar French face appeared in his eyes. Tom grabbed the wrist of the man holding the camera and asked sharply. road:

“Who are you? Where’s the penguin?!”

The man’s hand was clenched painfully, but he didn’t mind at all, but continued to take Tom’s photo, explaining: “Mr. Riedel, I’m a reporter for the art section of the Paris Journal, you may have forgotten that a few years ago I took a picture of you in front of the Napoleon statue in front of the Paris Opera, when you called yourself Gellert Grindelwald, and the title of the picture was “In Search of Pitia”…”

“Where’s the penguin?!”

“Sorry, I don’t know what penguin…”

“Where did your camera come from?”

“Bought it from a thrift store two days ago,” the reporter replied quickly. “This is the first photo she’s ever taken.”

A photo was slowly spit out from the top of the camera. Surprised by the reporter’s “Why is it still a Polaroid?”, Tom took the photo into his hands and clasped it tightly.

“Where’s Nal?!”

“What… what?”

“It’s the guy I filmed that **** ‘Finding Pythia’ with,” Tom demanded. “The guy who calls himself Albus Dumbledore, didn’t you interview him?”

“Abu Su Templedot? That’s… who?”

Tom couldn’t bear this kind of fooling anymore, he took the camera, black smoke rose from his feet, and it was ejected like a cannonball.

Behind him was Professor Slughorn, who managed to squeeze through the crowd. He grabbed a handful of Galleons from his pocket, stuffed it into the reporter’s arms, and apologized with folded hands: “Sorry, Tom Having lost too many friends in that fight, he was too young to accept such a tragedy.”

“It’s okay… it’s okay… oh? Are you Principal Slughorn?! Can you do an interview with our Paris Journal?”

“Of course you can, but until then, you can come to our celebration dinner, the cake is very delicious,” Professor Slughorn exclaimed, looking around, “for afternoon tea this afternoon, the elves of the Black Transport Company will be Bring everyone’s cakes to everyone’s hands, and let’s celebrate the victory together!”

Tom hovered in the air and looked at Professor Slughorn, who had turned into ant-like black spots under his feet, and opened his hands. In the photo taken by the reporter, a smiling blond young man slowly opened his eyes. The panic appeared beside him, his eyes were full of ridicule, as if he was making fun of the chief’s flamingo robe.

Cries of jubilation no different from the Leaky Cauldron’s, if not louder, erupted from beneath his feet, and he felt his eardrums quiver, waved his wand, and fled from a London that he felt so torn apart.

The landscape of England unfolded before him, and he saw the Hogwarts Express railroad track from King’s Cross, the vast fields of farmland being tended by enchanted scarecrows, the magic factory emerging in the London suburbs The billowing smoke, saw the entrance of the sewers in the suburbs, the traces of the giant snake crawling have long disappeared, and all the places where people were jubilant, he couldn’t bear it, and continued to walk away, the faint purple hidden in the grassland soon disappeared in him. In his eyes, he saw the Scottish Highlands full of broom heather, and on a hill in front, there was a small church that had long been ruined. The dusty stained glass was like a restrained pearl under the sunlight. The church was surrounded by A small village, and the highland hero village, which has long been empty in the distance, is far away.

In this deserted wilderness, there were no loud cheers. Tom roared and vented his anger. Did he win? Judging from the results, it was a complete victory, but he felt that he was completely defeated.

“What is this? What is this?! What is this?”

He questioned the wilderness, but the only response to him was the sound of the wind.

“what?!”

Tom waved his wand, and a black arc of light like a spear poured out from the tip of the wand and shot straight to the hill at the foot of the church. The bottomless hole slowly emerged under the bombardment of the curse, and the hollowed out hill trembled and collapsed. With a flick of his wrist, the ice created out of thin air filled the gap. Tom was incompetently furious, destroying the uninhabited again and again. hills, reborn again and again in different ways.

The remodeling of the hills is like clay in his hands, but what is the use of venting his anger at the mountains over and over again?

He lowered his head helplessly, his figure flashed on the steps in front of the church, and he sat down.

“Riddle, when did you… become so powerful?”

A hoarse male voice sounded behind Tom, he turned his head sharply, his chest heaved violently, and his wand was pointed straight at the uninvited guest who came to him at some unknown time.

The visitor was wearing a crumpled black trench coat, the original crisp collar was piled softly on his shoulders, and the silver hair that was carefully groomed on weekdays was messed up at the moment, like a bird’s nest that had just experienced a siege battle, the Deathly Hallows. The pendant of the device was hanging from his cuff, and a pair of strange-colored eyes were full of bloodshots.

“Grindelwald.”

Tom narrowed his eyes and locked his wand firmly in Grindelwald’s throat. “When did you come?”

“I’ve always been here, you just didn’t see it.”

Grindelwald took a step forward, the tip of Tom’s wand closely following his throat, he smiled, spread his hand, and dropped a black wand covered with knots on the ground at Tom’s feet, without caring about the image. Sitting beside Tom.

“Elder Wand?” Tom narrowed his eyes and put down his wand. “What are you doing here? Grindelwald.”

“I’m here to see a friend, her name is Isabel Rose,” said Grindelwald, stretching his arms, picking up the elder wand that had been thrown on the floor, wiping the dust off it, and fiddling with the wand’s knots, “you Shouldn’t know her.”

“Minerva’s mother?”

“Oh? It looks like you know a lot of people,” Grindelwald looked into Tom’s eyes, his tired face full of oldness, as if in just a few days, he had accelerated the passage of decades , “Yes, she has a wonderful daughter, Minerva McGonagall.”

“Why are you here if you don’t celebrate with them?”

“Nurmengard’s careerists don’t fit in that kind of place, Riddle,” Grindelwald tilted his head and stared into Tom’s eyes, “I’m here to confirm something that seems to have happened and didn’t, Isabelle Rose has had a unique experience, so I know she’s secretly doing something crazy, but her secrets don’t seem to go unnoticed, but… Who the **** ended her sins? Is it you? Riddle. ”

Tom raised his head and looked into Grindelwald’s eyes seriously for the first time. In those tired and dry pains, he saw the same troubles as himself.

“Grindelwald, I remember, when you were separated from Haierbo’s memory, you shouted a word.”

“Hahaha! Albus, I’m still one step ahead of you!”

Grindelwald stretched out his hands and restored the moment with a forced laugh.

“Do you remember Dumbledore?”

“…”

“At the celebration dinner, everyone called Professor Slughorn Headmaster, but I clearly remember that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was supposed to be Albus Dumbledore,” Tom whispered, raising his hand. Looking at his palm, “I feel like I may be crazy, but why am I so powerful? When did I become so powerful? I don’t fit in with everything here, but my memory is so clear. , you may not understand what I’m talking about, forget it… Grindelwald, you go to the celebration party, that cake smells good, even if you are the head of the dark wizard~www.mtlnovel.com~ You are eligible to celebrate, no ?”

“I-”

Grindelwald spoke weakly, and when Tom was about to get up and leave, he punched the steps, the pitted stone steps said that his joints were cut, blood was pouring, and the hoarse voice almost knocked Tom down. roar.

“Who was the headmaster of Hogwarts…how could I forget? How could I forget! Tom Riddle, you…you tell me, how could I forget!”

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