Hogwarts: My Classmate Is Voldemort

I like some little Tom who asks for credit (.)

I seeNew readers think that I am gay. Let me prove it. The protagonists are now 15 years old and have no relationship lines. They have a very good relationship, but the book has more shining points I don't want to miss this book if the reviewer thinks it is gay. For example: The setting of magic is very mysterious and interesting, and the writing becomes better as it goes on. Whether it is emotions, environment, or transitions, they are all very well written. (Personally I think) The most interesting part is the warm and interesting daily life, as well as the collision of the characters' different perspectives. Uncle Jonas (Peace), Dumbledore (Education), and Grindelwald (Future) are all fully described in their positions, characters, and pursuits. And their impact on the protagonist. It really feels like a proud person who is gradually growing up and joining the trend of the times. There is no slap in the face, upgrades and the like, and there are no absolute bad guys (except for Haierbo). The author writes about a cruel but gentle world. AboutOpinions on the relationship between the protagonists Tom Nelson and their relationship are actually the same as the Weasley twins. They grew up together since childhood, they know each other well and have a close relationship. That kind of person knows all about the other person's temperament, hobbies, and dark history. There is nothing you can't do to save face. You can completely reveal your true nature in front of the other party without any worries. After a long period of getting along, mutual tolerance, tolerance, understanding, change, and influence have become habits. Unless they grow up and have a family that loves each other deeply, they are the closest and most important people to each other. Speaking of gays, there is no need to label many relationships as love. They may or may not be together. But this kind of feeling is very valuable no matter what. Childhood sweethearts grow up together, understand each other, tolerate and support each other, like-minded friends, evenly matched hardships, beautiful first love, and harmonious marriage, any one of them is very desirable. So don't be offended when you see people using CP. Book friends who have been chasing CP know very well that it depends on personal preference when it comes to CP. Now it is confirmed that the only real BL is GGAD. As an old book lover who has been following updates, I still hope that there will be more readers. If the author has support, updates will be guaranteed, isn't it_(:3 ⌒ﾞ)_

In the chaotic darkness, Tom slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he was floating in an unknown space. "Where is this?" Tom's expression became a little solemn, and his years of fighting habits made him subconsciously flick his wrist and take out the wand. The wand is missing? ! "In a dream? Or a trap?" Tom didn't dare to act rashly for a while. Without a wand, even if he could cast spells without a wand, his combat effectiveness had dropped by at least 20% from before. And facing an unknown opponent who can trick him without knowing it, this lack of strength may be fatal. He tried to mobilize his magic power and use some small spells, such as the flashing spell or the floating spell, but all ended in failure. After waiting quietly for about ten minutes, the gray color that Tom was familiar with suddenly spewed out from the end of this black space. It was Gnar's signature fighting method-the lost fog. As someone who knew Nelson's strength well, Tom did not dare to come into direct contact with the mist. At the same time, he mentally drew up a list of potential enemies and eliminated them one by one. What troubles him is that those who have the motive to attack here will not have such strength at all, and those who have some ability have long been firmly controlled in Azkaban in the North Sea. Until the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, and Tom couldn't find a place to hide, he made up his mind and decided to face this weird little thing head-on. "Ha, faker, I want to see what you can do to me with Gnar's methods?" The rich gray fog brushed past Tom's face with a silky touch. The surrounding scenes and colors changed. Tom's vision was a little blurry, but then a noisy quarrel came from his ears. "Mrs. Cole, how many times have I told you! A child like him should be sent to a juvenile detention center for good discipline! Look what he has done!" "I am very sorry, Ms. Helena, I promise, this will definitely be the last time." > "This is impossible! I have heard this promise five or six times! But what's the result? This dirty little bug is still so unrepentant!" Separated by a wall is Mrs. Cole from the orphanage, and a sharp female voice. There was another "Tom Riddle" sitting in front of Tom. This child with outstanding appearance lowered his head slightly, his black eyes full of disdain and ridicule. He was sitting on an old chair that would creak at the slightest shake, playing with the pen "borrowed" from other children. Tom thought hard and found that Ms. Helena was still ranked high in his childhood memories. The well-dressed lady likes to tease the begging children on the roadside in a humorous manner, letting them fight for a small piece of bread in various competitive ways. And he just used his talent reasonably to make her trip up her skirt and then kiss the muddy ground where the construction was suspended with her face. This fussy lady almost immediately resented Tom, who was just standing nearby and watching with a smile. After I accidentally saw him entering this orphanage while shopping, I intentionally or unintentionally spread rumors here and used it as a pastime to slander him for stealing. When he was a child, he was not as magnanimous as he is now (of course, he is not as generous now), and he was even ready to throw this annoying thing directly into the moat the next day and drown it. Tom vaguely understood that the gray fog probably brought him into memories, and the tense nerves slowly relaxed. So far, nothing here seems malicious. What's more, his alarm was not triggered. He gently pressed the black stone hanging on his chest. As the first alchemical item that Gnar helped him transform, it also carried the goodwill of Uncle Jonas and Nelson. This siren had saved his life several times in the past battles. Tom's translucent arm tentatively passed through little Tom's head, and sure enough, it didn't attract the slightest attention. So Tom relaxed completely, found himself the best viewing angle, and leaned against the wall lazily. He still remembered that not long after Helena left, Mrs. Cole would come to his room. This kind-hearted woman looked at little Tom with a very apologetic look, and helped him tidy up his clothes, and sighed: "Tom, you really need to control yourself, not only Laura, but also little James told me," she paused After a moment, he didn't seem to know what to say, "Say you used that ability again." "They... Saw it?" Little Tom's face was calm, but the words he spat out were like the words of a poisonous snake, with an inexplicable threatening meaning, which was terrifying. "What do you want to do, Tom? Don't blame me for not warning you in advance. Since we all live here, we are a family. You have to be nicer to your brothers and sisters!" Mrs. Cole seemed a little impatient. Similar words have been mentioned countless times in the past, but none of them have worked. Tom pursed his lips and said nothing. When he reviewed the conversation from a third perspective, Mrs. Cole's sincere words really made him agree, but at that time, he was probably filled with the complaints of "wordy women and a group of mediocre dragsters". That day was the fifth time that Ms. Helena came to instigate. He remembered it clearly because next, the orphanage would welcome a "big shot", his only close friend in his life. The translucent Tom stood up straight, smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in his shirt, stretched out his sleeves and wizard's robe, and waited for Mrs. Cole to bring Nelson, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, into the house. Even if Gnar can't see him, he can't lose Lord Riddle's grace, can he? "Tom, come and get to know each other. This is your new roommate——" The prepared smile on Tom's face suddenly froze. "Philip. This is Tom. You two should get along well in the future." Looking at the shrunken, gray-faced little guy, little Tom just raised his head and glanced at him as if he had said hello. And what about Tom? He frowned and stared at the impostor with a cold face. He could hardly restrain his urge to explode something! Damn it! Who says this place has no ill intentions towards him! His expectations were in vain! Where is Nar? ? ? He thought it would be Nelson's turn to appear in this memory tour soon, following him with the same brainwashing tone that appeared frequently in his childhood, persuading him to be kind to others, go out to play more, and not stay in the house. And I will stay on the roof, "reluctantly" accompanying Nar to bask in the sun that doesn't always exist. Everything should feel so familiar and warm. But no. As the time spent watching passed day by day, and the moment when he met Nelson in his memory became farther and farther away, he felt an inexplicable panic. Tom gradually realized something: This was probably a nightmare. Tom's transparent soul sat on the steps at the entrance of the orphanage. Even the dilapidated wall beside him was tougher than his current mental state. No Nar, no aunt and uncle, no Christian. The orphanage where little Tom lived never got sunlight. He tried to get out of the orphanage, but soon he was enveloped in the fog of confusion and returned here again. Tom watched with cold eyes as his impostor used his awakened magic power to dominate the orphanage: He was neither humble nor arrogant towards the upper-class people and elders who had the ability to control his life, and spoke elegantly; Other children took the initiative to send their most useful things to him, hoping that he would let go of himself and the pets who had no ability to protect themselves. The children passing him in the corridor showed fear, but this impostor seemed quite suitable. After all, those with ability should be above mediocrity. They all agree on this, but Fake Tom is more extreme in this regard. The confused time of being forced to watch movies lasted for another five years, until Professor Dumbledore came to pick him up from school. "This old man's taste in clothing still disgusts me." Tom crossed his arms across his chest, showing a look of disgust. He immediately noticed Dumbledore's displeasure after seeing the fake Tom. Those blue eyes that contained warning made him uncontrollably miss Gnarl, and at the same time he was once again sure that Gnarl's eyes were much prettier than the old man's. He could even predict that the negotiation between the two would not have a good outcome. Based on his observations and understanding of Dumbledore, it was impossible for the fake Tom to get a good deal at this time, especially with the entire closet of pet corpses behind him. The first meeting between Dumbledore and little Tom ended in the extreme way of burning the cabinet. What was left in the fake Tom's heart was not only the fear of Dumbledore, but also the yearning for powerful magic. The flow of time suddenly became faster. Tom even felt that the torrent of time around him was pushing him forward, letting him take a closer look at this different "future", if this was really what it was. "The yew tree is often associated with death in legends, but the phoenix is ​​famous for its rebirth from nirvana," Ollivander's silver eyes burst with light, and he recited the great "Destiny Instructions" in his mouth. Tom stood aside, feeling the drum-like heartbeat coming from the counterfeit, and he clearly understood "his" excitement at the moment. But that's not happiness, it's just the expansion of the desire to pay for one's ambitions. "Hello, Professor Slughorn. I wonder if you have time after Potions class this afternoon. I have a question that I really can't understand..." "Hagrid! What did you bring in? Hogwarts? You killed Myrtle, right?" "Professor Dumbledore, this should be my first request in my life. I hope to apply to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts after graduation." "Why! Why not! I love Hogwarts, this is like my home, no, it already is!" "Pure bloods should be the leaders of the entire wizarding world. We are more Powerful and strategic! " "Anyone who disobeys my will will die!" A large number of images flew past Tom like broken camera film. The common smell of blood in every frame only points to a future, a future in which a Dark Lord renamed Voldemort reigns terror in the wizarding world. Tom had a slight sweat on his forehead and pursed his lips tightly. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and the scenes of crazy tragedies that were so real that he couldn't believe that it was a peaceful future that he and Nal should have worked together to build, and that the initiator turned out to be him! Tom stared, suddenly thinking of Gnar's other identity - the prophet! "Could this really happen..." Tom murmured shakenly. The next second, the overwhelming fog of confusion swarmed up and swallowed up Tom's consciousness. "... Hey! Hey! Tom! Wake up!" As soon as Tom opened his eyes, he saw Nelson shaking him anxiously. There were no traces of residual clouds left in the sky outside the window, but the candlelight that was lit on time in the study still brought warmth to Nelson's face. Tom allowed his body to gasp violently, while his blood-red eyes stared greedily at the face he had not seen for many years, refusing to let go for a second. "Tom, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me like this?" Nelson was a little confused for a moment, but he was still ready to wipe Tom's sweat with a handkerchief. "Bah!" Tom held Nelson's right hand firmly, and remained silent for a long time, and made no next move. "Tom, Lord Riddle, can you let your humble friend wipe the sweat for you first?" Nelson looked at Tom who could be said to be wet with sweat, and said worriedly, "Did something happen?" "Huh——" Tom took a long breath, released Nelson's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have a nightmare. , Nar." Nelson, who had been nervous and worried for a long time, immediately rolled his eyes so big that he could barely see his pupils, "You scared me to death. When I saw the way you were sleeping when I came back, I thought I put a layer of steel nails on the seat!" Nelson handed the handkerchief to Tom's hand and turned around to get the "Tom's Exclusive" cherry tomatoes he bought on the way home. Tom didn't make a sound, and just watched quietly as Naal placed the sofa and tea set in the appropriate positions one by one. The blond hair that looked good in hand fluttered with the waving of the wand, and the young man's soft face and bright blue eyes were full of joy. With his slender and well-proportioned figure and elegant casual suits, every move he makes is full of beauty. "I suddenly have a question, Nar", Tom's textured voice echoed in the study. Nelson heard the solemnity in his words, so he temporarily stopped the transformation in his hands and looked back at him. "Nar, although it's selfish to say this," Tom thought about his words, unconsciously rubbing the Gaunt ring on his index finger with his thumb, and then looked at Nal with a complicated expression. "Can I think that you appeared in this world for me?"

Pinched Nelson and Tom

After hearing Tom's question, Nelson was stunned for a moment. "Why do you ask this suddenly?" Nelson shrugged and smiled, "When did our 'always sensible' Mr. Riddle ask such an idealistic question?" "... This is not the same thing... Nar..." Tom closed his eyes hard, and his frown became tighter. He clenched his fists as if he was trying his best to suppress something. The blood vessels on both sides of his eyes revealed bluish-black blood vessels through the pale skin. His originally well-groomed black hair was sticky with sweat and wet on his forehead. "I saw in my dream... Another future... Maybe it was your lost fog, or maybe it was just simple... No, it's impossible, I never thought... Where did this dream come from..." Nelson's smile disappeared little by little as Tom told the story. Such a gaffe had never happened even when they were surrounded by Grindelwald's fierce fire, because they were each other's source of confidence. "Tom, relax first, I just need a moment to think about the answer." Nelson had some guesses about the future that Tom might see. Voldemort's life in the original "Harry Potter" was indeed cold and cruel. If he really saw all this in his dream, it is understandable that he would be so stimulated. He waved his magic wand, and an exquisite gold-rimmed water table came happily towards Tom. "Two cups of black tea with milk and half sugar, thank you." Nelson ordered, and the modified tea set he bought from the Muggle antique market swayed from side to side, and began to shake the little stuff in his belly. Nelson leaned on the long wooden desk behind him, quietly thinking about how to answer Tom's question. The study became quiet for a while, except for the louder sound of the rising tide and waves outside the window and the slight sound of wind with an increasingly strong sense of oppression. On this isolated island, no one cares about this except the moon. The burning pine firewood in the study crackled in the fireplace, and on the coffee table next to the single sofa, the light of a not-so-bright candle flickered in Tom's dark eyes. Tom did not continue to ask questions. In fact, his own thoughts at the moment were also entangled with each other: "Catch the murderer who turned him into a two-hole socket out of Avada in advance" "Nar will definitely not like that future." "Why does Nal not exist?" Three lines were running at the same time, and his brain was in chaos. The sharp pain, like needle pricks, kept coming from the surface of the scalp, and Tom could only relieve it slightly by inhaling in small mouths. Nelson walked quickly behind Tom, put his middle finger and ring finger together, and skillfully moved them in gentle circles near Tom's temple. At the same time, relying on his ability to control the lost fog, he slowly collected the spilled magic power. After nearly five minutes. "Huh-" Tom took a deep breath, raised his right hand and pinched Nelson's wrist to indicate that he was feeling much better. Nelson was ready to put his hand down. Didn't you move your hand? After waiting for a while, there was no movement. "Tom?" "... Nal, let's sit down and have a chat." "... Hmm" Nelson walked to Tom's daily exclusive seat and sat down. "Too far..." Tom's brows furrowed again, and with a few quick clicks of his fingers, he moved the small coffee table between the two of them, and moved the Nelson sofa to his side. Now the two of them were completely face to face, with their legs crossed and side by side. Tom solemnly took Nelson's hand and put his fingers lightly on the underside of Nelson's palm. He could feel Nelson's temperature and heartbeat here, which would reassure him. "Tell me when you have figured out the answer." He raised his eyes to look at Nelson's worried face, then lowered his head and froze as if there was some difficult problem worth exploring in Nelson's palm. Nelson wanted to speak immediately, but still felt that he was not ready. After several repetitions, he just looked at him with a complicated expression. The accident that happened today was like another opportunity the world gave him to confess. When Grindelwald was captured and interrogated five years ago, the interrogators were most concerned about whether the future Grindelwald saw had changed. After all, "countering Muggles before they cause persecution of wizards so that wizards can control Muggle society" has always been the only way the saints firmly believe to change the future. But now that the largest practitioner of this plan has been arrested, the future development should be different. And Grindelwald calmly tidied up his appearance. His long and strong fingers ran through his white hair. The cold magic-forbidden handcuffs covered his dark left eye, leaving only the right gray eye with a very obvious black pupil. With a confident smile and an eagerness to try, even becoming a prisoner did not affect this mature man's unique charm. As the most famous prophet in the world, he readily agreed, with only one condition: "I want my students to prophesy with me, just the two of us." Nelson, who was waiting outside the interrogation room, was asked to be fully armed, lest Grindelwald really had some unknown backhand ready to give him a hard blow at the last moment. Although Nelson, who had stayed with Grindelwald for a long time to study, felt that it was not necessary because the other person was not such a person, he still obeyed in order to avoid Tom and the others' worries. The two of them stayed in the interrogation room for less than ten minutes before they were interrupted by the Aurors who were nervous because of Grindelwald's constant laughter. "Mr. Grindelwald, can I say it now?" "Oh, of course, of course," Grindelwald's expression seemed to have completely let go of something, looking relaxed and wanton. Everyone present could clearly feel the difference in his mental state, "This will be the last time I exercise my privileges as a prophet, my friends." His eyes gradually lost focus, and his voice was low and magnetic, echoing in the small interrogation room. "The changes in the future are huge. Although too many people are not optimistic about such reforms, the facts ultimately prove that human beings will indeed be swept away by the torrent of the times. We are still too short-sighted, yes friends, even if I can see the next fifty I still want to sigh for the changes and future of mankind. It is so wonderful. Don't be afraid of new things, accept them and understand them, and you will often get greater rewards. This is my personal advice." "Nar. "My good student, what you have done is quite remarkable. This is something I cannot do. I must say thank you in advance." Grindelwald came back to his senses and stared at Nelson with admiration, but there was more in his tone than emotion. Quite jokingly, "You and your little boyfriend have really done a great job." "I remember Gnar said he didn't like you calling him Gnar," Tom pinched his wand, frowned, and looked at the world's most wanted criminal with a hint of disgust. The Dark Lord? He's just a coquettish and gossipy old man, Tom curled his lips in disdain in his mind. ? My boyfriend? I haven't even touched a girl's hand and I'm being outed in the future? ! I am actually a rotten countryman myself? ? ! The hair on Nelson's head curled up with a big question mark, but according to the agreement he and Grindelwald had just made, this sudden "precognition test" was finally passed. How can he compare with a real prophet? He doesn't even know what to eat for dinner today. How can he know the development of the next fifty years! Oh, you said you knew it originally. From the time he entered the orphanage, the original plot has almost no reference significance. At most, it can be regarded as laying the foundation for chatting with the younger generations in the future. Grindelwald was very happy, and Nelson's conversation with him solved his last regret. At the end of the war, he had exhausted all his cards, and Nelson's unexpected appearance behind him became the last straw that affected the outcome. For a prophet who can see everything in this world, what can be called a variable? Probably, only those who do not belong to this world count. "Tom, I didn't come to this world for you." Nelson almost whispered these words, and he could clearly feel that Tom's whole body froze after hearing the answer. Tom slowly raised his head, with an expression on his face that Nelson had never seen before. "Ah..." Tom's throat responded dryly, and he couldn't tell whether he understood or if he had something to say. But Nelson no longer wanted to miss this opportunity. Since he was going to say it, he had to confess everything. "This is not the whole answer, Tom. What you hear next may be beyond your knowledge, but please, be sure to hear me out." Nelson held Tom's face in his hands and spoke sincerely. "Yes." "Let me talk about what you saw in your dream first, Tom. This is probably because my magic power with the characteristics of the Lost Mist has spilled out, and it will indiscriminately bring you into the lost illusion when you are concentrated." "And the 'future' you saw," Nelson paused briefly, continued, "that was once your future. , Is what I originally thought was your future." "Tom, I am not a prophet in the true sense. I only have memories before the birth of this world. In another world before I was born, someone wrote some of the history and future of the magical world here, and I just happened to read it." Tom stood up in shock, still holding Nelson tightly by his hand, almost pulling him down. "A novel?! A novel that records the torrent of time in this world? This kind of thing really exists?!" Tom's pupils shrank violently to the size of a needle tip due to the great impact. Nelson understood that this kind of thing could not be accepted in a moment, so he simply continued to explain from this beginning. "Yes, to be precise, it tells the story of a newly admitted Gryffindor student at Hogwarts, who was trained by Professor Dumbledore and others. After six years of growth, he and his partners finally defeated the evil, emmmmm Tom Riddle, don't The story of a young boy named Voldemort who ended his reign of terror. This story takes place in 1991, which is the year when the legendary freshman entered school. A small amount of information about our current time is rarely mentioned, and I have only read a little bit from other channels. . And I was just a Muggle in my previous life, and I didn't know that this magical world was real." Tom swallowed hard, and he grabbed Nelson's shoulders with both hands, and seemed to be choked and couldn't speak for a while, but it frightened him. The fearful question gripped his thoughts and forced him to ask: "Then, will I, will I become like that?" The image of a cold executioner who seems to have lost emotions and doesn't care about emotions, just for one second, Tom finds it unbearable. He despises the kind of fool who abandons the power he gained but doesn't know why. But he has indeed faced this choice. Tom gritted his teeth. He watched everything about "Voldemort" in his dream of lost fog, but without Gnar's presence, all choices and directions became different. He was speeding on the road in pursuit of eternal life, but no one put a brake on him so that he could stop the car and enjoy the scenery along the way. The speed gradually increased until he could no longer control it. Thinking of Halbo, who was crushed to ashes by him and Nar, and the fate of using a Horcrux to split his soul, he was afraid that he would be drowned like a rising tide. He could only hold Nall tightly as the only support now. Nelson patted Tom's back with his hand, and guided in a soft voice: "We have been changed since birth, Tom. All information from the outside world is washing over us all the time, from body to soul, until death. Time has a scale of direction, and the traces of our lives are all There will be nodes left on this incredibly wide road. The dead person is just the dead me. The new me is still the new me, and the me at this moment will only be the me at this moment. The flow of time is just the transfer of our thoughts and consciousness from the previous second to the next second. " "But everyone. Everything is changing every second, and any 'known' will change the 'unknown'. This is not destiny, but the inevitable result of human thinking. You can't pretend that you have never heard of the 'known', just like this conversation I have with you, it will definitely change something, maybe your thoughts, maybe our plans. It's the same even if you use 'Forget All'. With your personality, you will inevitably explore what happened during this blank time. This curiosity will make you find that your memory has been manipulated and you will suspect all potential criminals, which will eventually cause the entire combat department to work overtime." Nelson almost laughed out loud when he said this. "In short, Tom, you and the terrorist Voldemort have been two people since the orphanage. You will not and cannot become that kind of thing." "As for whether I am here for you, it is better to say that my appearance in this magical world has a greater influence on you. As for The reason why I came to this world, to be honest, I am still on the way to find. But Tom, no matter what I am here for, you are already my most important family member, and this will not change." "I understand, Nar. I just..." Tom did not continue to ask, he had already found his answer. The two hugged each other quietly until Tom took the initiative to let go of his embrace. Then he looked strange and suddenly said: "So, Nar, you are not a prophet?" "I could have been." Wasn't this the script that I had magically changed. "Then you actually don't know what day it is today?" Tom smiled kindly and stared at Nelson with his obsidian eyes narrowed. "Wh-what day?" Nelson panicked, and the sane educator's attitude he had just moments ago disappeared. He anxiously threw out several possible answers, "Is it the third anniversary of your inauguration as Deputy Minister of Magic? The fifth anniversary of your receiving the Order of Merlin, First Class? The tenth anniversary of your becoming the most handsome graduate of Hogwarts in 1944?" He quickly went through their birthdays again in his mind, Christian's birthday and Aunt Bella's birthday, and determined that today was not one of them. Tom's face darkened step by step as the names were announced, and his pupils even turned red. Nelson held it in for a long time but couldn't think of it, so he clasped his hands pitifully and admitted his mistake sincerely: "I'm sorry, Tom, give me a hint." "Forget it," Tom shook his head helplessly and turned his attention to look at the clock hanging in the study. It read seven forty. Fortunately, it's not too late. "Today is the twentieth year that we have known each other, Gnar." Tom slowed down his speech, his eyes softened, and the wand passed in front of him, and he immediately returned to the delicate look he had before taking a nap in the afternoon. "Twenty years..." Nelson was stunned for a moment, and a tingling feeling that was either sourness or emotion crawled through his heart. At the moment when Tom pointed it out, he actually wanted to cry, "It's so fast, Tom." "Yes, but who can see that we are already twenty-six years old?" Tom smiled narcissistically, he was never modest in appearance. "I was planning to celebrate, but I didn't expect such an accident to happen in the afternoon. But it's a very meaningful commemoration." Nelson smiled and nodded, and used magic to clean himself up. After all, there was still a sense of ceremony. Tom was ready and he had to cooperate. "However, I originally planned to tell you something else today, Gnar," Tom's voice paused, and he was a little nervous. His emotions easily infected Nelson, who was unprepared for anything, "What is it?"

Nar: Pick your pocket quickly

Drawn Gnar and the Mayfly Cannon

There are a thousand different Shakespeares in the eyes of a thousand people. Branch 1: Gellert Dragon is a mysterious and strange dragon. Please do not take out the Albus gold coins in front of Gellert Dragon, if you don't want all the gold coins except the Albus gold coins to be stolen. Branch 2: Tom the dragon is a traditional dragon. Please do not take out Nelson gold coins to tease Tom Dragon at will. You will be attacked by Tom Dragon, which may hurt your hands and feet at least, or be on the verge of death at worst. If you choose Christian Gold Coin, when encountering the above situation, you will receive the bonus of Tom Dragon's white eyes. Branch 3: Alpha Delon You can tease him with your fingers. The energetic Alpha Delon often runs away, although he will always come home. Branch 4: The rare and docile Jonas Dragon. The dragon father who will take Xiaolong home. PS: The original picture is placed in the comment area and can be used for editing. Welcome to post pictures and stories (๑•̀ㅂ•́)ﾉ➹♡

A qualified book club should have an idiom solitaire. I'll come first and climb higher step by step (It's not conspicuous without a picture. Here's a picture of Tom I saw online)

I wish I could remember that there was such a person in a Hogwarts fanfic. He loves life and his family. He cares about current affairs and cares about the common people. As a German during World War II, he repeatedly wrote newspapers to draw people's attention to Germany's wolf ambitions. His personality is not flamboyant, gentle and kind. He raised his brother's children, but he was worried about his career and never had children. He hopes that Nelson can do what he wants, travel and go to school with Tom, and then get married, have children, eat, drink and have fun. He lamented the cruelty of war and truly called for better conditions for civilians. He has a family who loves him, a wife who understands him, and children who respect him. His world is too big to contain the suffering of the people all over the world; his eyes are too small to see himself. Among the relics he left behind, there were only a meager bank card and hopes for the future of his children. He should have continued to live a busy life, shining some light and becoming more popular in the chaotic era. He has a saint-like character and should have an ordinary daily life. But he died just like that. Dying at the hands of the people he was trying to help. The Pole who killed him didn't even think it was a crime. "German" was just burdened with such a ridiculous label, and he... He died in the darkness before he could see the last face of his child, before he could see the day when the war ended. He may be one of the many people who truly possessed the spirit of communism and humanitarianism at that time, but even if he is such a small splash, I still want to remember him. Because the reason why there are fireworks and warmth in the world is because of their protection. This article is just to commemorate Josner Nicklaus. His era did not make him a poet when he held the pen, but it made him a real person.