My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Merry Christmas," Mrs. Cole greeted anxiously, standing in front of the office door, "come in and sit down."

"Nelson, Tom." After sitting down, she looked at the two and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect such a thing to happen last night..."

"You don't have to apologize, ma'am." Nelson looked at Mrs. Cole sincerely across the desk, "It's okay, it's because we didn't consider everyone's thoughts. Instead, we should come to apologize to you sooner."

Mrs. Cole did not speak, but looked directly into Nelson's eyes. She saw the sunlight coming in from the narrow window hit his face, and her smile became more warm. She was in a trance for a moment, and saw that Nelson's hair on the face was golden like sunshine, and the side of the backlight was silver shining in the shadows, as if this was his original hair color.

"Christian is not easy. Even in a place like an orphanage, she is a poor girl..." She blinked her dry eyes, and Nelson sat up straight in front of her, and her whole body entered into the sunlight, becoming With a golden whole, she palely argued, "Actually, she is a kind and good child."

"I don't think people who have seen her think so." Tom said quietly, he leaned on the backrest, hiding in the shadows divided by the sun, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, "Kindness Your children don't steal, that's what you taught us, didn't you?"

"I'll ask her to return the stolen things and apologize to you, I'm just...she's just a child..." She leaned back and closed her eyes, buried her head in the back of the chair, feeling that the weather was a bit cold, He wrapped his coat tightly and said no more.

"Mrs. Cole, we are here to help her." Nelson said sincerely, "Our Professor Dumbledore, you have seen him, he has a lot of research on adolescent psychology, we all hope that the children in the West City Orphanage will be healthy growing up……"

"Okay," Mrs. Cole seemed to feel a little warmer. She didn't know whether it was out of trust in Dumbledore or Nelson. She forced a smile and stood up. "The child is a little sensitive. I will take you Go find her."

"No."

It was exactly the same as the scene when Dumbledore came to find Tom. After the office door opened, a figure wearing a newsboy hat stood outside the door. He held his head up without fear and looked at Nelson standing at the front, like a wounded little beast guarding its last territory.

Nelson also lowered his head and looked at Christian. He wanted to put on a smiling and friendly expression like when Dumbledore came to him, but he couldn't do it. He could only stare at her frankly and quietly. , looking carefully at her face. Christian seemed to have just come out of a chimney or a boiler room or something, soot dust was rubbed on her wrinkled nose and cheeks, and her face was cracked by the weather, revealing from under the black stains. There is an imperceptible rosiness of a child. Although her black hair is clean and bright, it is messy under the weight of the tattered newsboy cap, and looks a bit unkempt—a child at this age is naturally active and depends entirely on her mother to follow her. Grooming in the back, and sadly, every kid here has lost their mother.

Nelson saw a series of complex emotions such as suspicion, fear, strength, stubbornness, and disdain in her dark eyes, which made this indifferent girl look much more vivid. Back then, Tom had also looked at Nelson coldly with such suspicious and stubborn eyes.

"Oh, Christian..." I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, or maybe only a second, Mrs. Cole took out a handkerchief and touched Christian's face.

She seemed to resist such contact, and ducked away, leaving Mrs. Cole's hand frozen in place.

"I'll pay you back the money!" She took the lead in avoiding Nelson's staring eyes, threw a wallet into his arms, turned and ran across the corridor to the stairwell.

"It's okay, we will help her." Tom shook Mrs. Cole's hand that was frozen in the air, and went out to follow Nelson who ran upstairs after Christian, "Trust Gnar."

As Tom ran upstairs, he saw the two men confronting each other at the door of Nelson's previous room.

"Come to settle accounts with me?" Christian glanced at Tom at the side, and blocked the door with his arms folded like this, neither going out nor letting the two of them in.

Tom watched her figure, standing beside Nelson, without speaking.

"I said, I will pay you back." She tried her best to put on a condescending posture, but because she was not tall enough, she looked a little ridiculous and pitiful, "You two big men are stuck here, don't you think Ashamed?"

"My name is Nelson, Nelson Williams." Nelson held out his right hand.

"Williams, yes, you are a big shot in West City..." Christian was a little emotional, "Yes, I stole your things. I admit it, and I will return the money to you, you Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'm here to help you, Christian." Nelson didn't withdraw his hand, but tried to show his affinity, "You can't go on like this."

"I can't go any further? I think it's good that I'm doing this! You can stand proudly on the dry bank and watch those of us drowning in the water." She didn't shake hands, but said every word in a low voice An ugly roar came out of his throat: "Why are you! You just have to! Mind my business!"

"Christian..." Nelson thought of the "Times" that his uncle read during breakfast. The front page news was "Police Capture 10-Year-Absconding Child Trafficking Gang", recalling what Mrs. Cole said about how many children the police station sent , he seems to have guessed the origin of the girl. Even in the modern society that I am familiar with, this kind of heinous crime is repeatedly prohibited. A purse bought casually on the roadside and a few pounds and pence in change are not important to the wizard, but the girl's eyes are more pitiful.

"Don't look at me with such disgusting eyes, like those disgusting priests in the church! I'm a thief!" She was a little hysterical and couldn't control her emotions. She slapped Nelson's hand open, no Then he yelled at him with a suppressed voice: "Your eyes are as disgusting as the clients of the prostitutes in the red light district!"

The light above his head flickered slightly, and the shadows on the ground fluctuated from big to small. From the words of this girl, Tom felt that she was different from other children in the orphanage. She seemed to know a lot, and she really lived in the twilight. The whitewashed glamor of the British Empire has lived, or lived, in sunless gutters.

"Why do you help me? Why do you look at me like that? Why can you sit by the fire and read in clean clothes? Why can you help me if you say you can help me?" Tears burst out of her eyes after she had endured for a long time. Weeping sadly and silently, the tears poured down like a river that broke its embankment, covering her entire face in an instant, the soot on her cheeks mixed with the tears, smudged her face with hideous paint, I don't know how long these tears have been endured—maybe it was a morning, or it might be years.

When the children in the surrounding rooms heard the shouts in the corridor, they carefully opened the door and looked out. Seeing the scene in front of them, they immediately retracted their heads in fright.

"Why do you? Do you think I don't want to be like you? Do you think I want to be a thief? How can you people born with a silver spoon in your mouth understand me, a sewer bug? Can you imagine a seven-year-old If a girl doesn’t steal three wallets a day, will she be sold as a child prostitute? Can you imagine a person who is not only a thief by profession, but also a freak?” She raised her arm, and there was an unimaginably strong explosion The chimes echoed in the corridor, the ash from the overhead lights fell, and the air in the corridor began to become unbearable, "Williams, you have family, so they envy you, Riddle, they are afraid of you! But What do I have? I can only steal money to buy candy to please them, and then they find me blocked by two people in the hallway, and they are scared to hide! Have you ever stolen anything? Once you steal something, you will never again It's clean, you know?"

Christian was crying and laughing, unable to control his excitement, the wall of the corridor beside her was twisted under some kind of huge pressure and cracked and peeled off.

"Go away! Get out of here! Don't come near me again!" Christian's eyes widened, her voice suddenly became low and sad, and she shouted sharply and feebly, "Run away, I can't control it anymore ..."

Nelson drew out his wand, and was about to stun the girl in front of him, when Tom, who had been silent on the side, suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of him.

"It's not silent, it's just emotional." Tom walked in front of Christian calmly, looked down at her, and said without a trace of tone, "I stole things."

Christian glanced at him, lowered his head with red eyes, and took a step back. The pressure in the corridor was lessened. Nelson put his wand back in his pocket and took a step back, leaving space for the two of them.

"You're not a freak either."

Tom shook his arm, and he held the yew wand skillfully in his hand. He took another step forward, and Christian took another step back.

"We didn't come looking for you for a broken wallet. You and I are the same kind of people." Tom raised his wand and skillfully drew an arc in the air. Brand new newsboy hat, he took another step forward, "You have the talent for magic, Christian Jewell, you are a wizard."

Christian didn't back away any more, she raised her weeping face and looked up at Tom. There was more expectation and more fear in her eyes. Tom tapped the top of her head with his magic wand, and the dilapidated newsboy turned into a cloud of black smoke. Quickly rising and dissipating, he put the brand-new hat in his hand on the girl's head, frowned and straightened it, walked sideways beside her into the room, and pulled out a chair from under the table skillfully.

Christian turned his head and looked at Tom who seemed to have entered his own home. The abnormal situation in the corridor completely subsided, and the poor wall skins didn't have to worry about leaving their homes anymore.

"Why don't you invite us in to talk?" Tom kept frowning, and then opened his mouth.