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 of them, and said sincerely, "Sorry, I didn't expect something like that to happen last night..."

　　 "You don't have to apologize, ma'am." Nelson looked at Mrs. Cole sincerely across the desk. "It doesn't matter, we didn't take everyone's thoughts into consideration. But we should apologize to you sooner."

　　Mrs. Cole didn't speak, but looked straight into Nelson's eyes. She saw the sunlight coming in from the narrow window hit his face, making her smile more gentle. She was in a daze for a moment, and saw that Nelson's face-shallowed hair was sun-like golden, and the side of the backlight was gleaming silver hidden in the shadows, as if this was his original hair color.

"It's not easy for Christian, 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 she went into the sun and became A golden whole, she defended palely, "In fact, she is a kind, good boy."

"I don't think anyone who has met her would think so." Tom said quietly, leaning on the backrest, hiding in the shadows divided by the sun, unable to see the expression on his face, "kindness" Your child can’t steal things, you taught us this, don’t they?"

"I'll ask her to return what she stolen and apologize to you. I just...she's just a child..." She leaned back, closed her eyes, and buried her head in the back of the chair, feeling that the weather was a bit cold and wrapped tightly. I lost my coat and stopped talking.

"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 the psychology of teenagers. We all hope that the children in the Westside Orphanage will be healthy. growing up…"

"Okay," Mrs. Cole seemed to feel warmer. She didn't know whether it was because of her trust in Dumbledore or Nelson. She smiled reluctantly and stood up. "That kid is a little sensitive. I'll take you. Go find her."

"no need."

It was exactly the same as the scene when Dumbledore came to see Tom. After the office door was opened, a figure wearing a newsboy hat stood outside. She raised her soot-stained face, wrinkled her nose, and furiously. Fearlessly, he held his head up and looked at Nelson, who was standing at the forefront, like a wounded little beast guarding his last realm.

Nelson lowered his head and stared at Christian. He wanted to put on a smiley and friendly expression like when Dumbledore came to him, but he couldn't do it. He could only stare at her openly and quietly. , Looked at her face carefully. Christian seemed to have just got out of a chimney or a boiler room, her wrinkled nose and cheeks were rubbed with a layer of soot, and her face was cracked by wind and frost, revealing from under the black stains. The child’s rosy is not noticeable. Although her dark hair is clean and bright, it is messed up by the tattered newsboy hat, and looks a little shabby—a child of this age is inherently active, relying on her mother to follow her ass. After taking care of her appearance, it is sad that every child here has lost their mother.

Nelson saw in her dark eyes a series of complex emotions such as doubt, fear, toughness, stubbornness, disdain, etc. This made the indifferent girl look more vivid, and this pale face of malnutrition seemed much earlier. At that time, Tom, he also stared at Nelson coldly with such suspicion and stubborn eyes.

　　 "Oh, Christian..." After not knowing how long, maybe a few minutes, or maybe only a second, Mrs. Cole took out the handkerchief and touched Christian's face.

　　 She seemed to resist such contact, bowed her head and avoided, leaving Mrs. Cole's hand frozen in place.

　　 "I'll pay you back the money!" She first avoided the eyes that met Nelson, threw a wallet into his arms, turned and ran across the corridor to the stairwell.

　　 "It's okay, we'll help her." Tom shook Mrs. Cole's stiff hand in the air, and went out to catch up with Nelson, who was chasing Christian upstairs, "Trust Nal."

　　 When Tom ran upstairs, he saw the two men facing off at the door of Nelson's previous room.

　　 "Come to me to settle the account?" Christian glanced at Tom, holding his arms in the doorway, neither going out nor letting the two in.

　　 Tom looked at her figure and stood beside Nelson, without speaking.

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

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

"Williams, yes, you are a big man in West Side..." Christian was a little excited, "Yes, I stole your things. I admit it, I will return the money to you, don't you? Not satisfied yet?"

　　 "I'm here to help you, Christian." Nelson did not 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 for me! You can stand proudly on the dry shore and watch us drowning in the water." She did not shake hands, but whispered every word. Squeezed a nasty roar from his throat: "Why are you! You have to! Take care of my business!"

"Christian..." Nelson thought of the "Times" that his uncle read during breakfast. The front page of the news was "Police arrested a ten-year-long child kidnapping gang", reminding Mrs. Cole that several children were sent from the police station. He seems to have guessed the origin of the girl. Even in the modern society that I know well, this kind of heinous criminal behavior has been repeatedly banned. A wallet that was bought on the roadside and a few pounds and a few pence of change were not important to the wizard, but the girl's eyes were even more pitiful.

"Don't look at me with such disgusting eyes, like the disgusting priests in the church! I am a thief!" She was a little hysterical and could not control her emotions. She opened Nelson's hand with a slap. Then yelled at him with a suppressed voice: "Your eyes are just as disgusting as a client who looks at a prostitute in the red light district!"

The light bulb above her head swayed slightly, and the shadows on the ground were big and small. From this girl’s words, Tom felt the difference between her and the other children in the orphanage. She seemed to know a lot. She was truly living in the dying world. In the stinking ditch of the British Empire that glamorously whitewashed the peace under the sun, or once lived there.

"Why are you helping me? Why are you looking at me like that? Why can you sit in clean clothes and read by the stove? Why do you say that you can help me?" She endured tears for a long time, her face filled her eyes. Weeping bitterly and silently, tears poured down like a river bursting a bank, and instantly covered her entire face. The soot on her cheeks mixed with tears, smearing her face with hideous oils. I don't know how long these tears have been endured—perhaps one morning, or maybe years.

　　 The children in the surrounding rooms heard the shouts in the corridor, and carefully pushed open the door to probe their heads. Seeing the scene in front of them, they immediately retracted their heads in fright.

"Why do you guys? 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 golden spoon understand a bug in the sewer like me? Can you imagine a seven-year-old man? If a girl does not steal three purses a day, she will be sold as a prostitute? Can you imagine a person not only a thief by profession, but also a freak?" She raised her arm with an unimaginable explosion. Ming reverberated 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 sweets to please them, and then they find me blocked in the hallway by two people, and they are scared to hide! Have you ever stolen something? People will never steal something as long as they have stolen something. It's clean, do you know?"

　　 Christian cried and laughed, and it was already difficult to control her excitement. The wall of the corridor wall beside her cracked and peeled under the distortion of a certain huge pressure.

"Hurry up! Get out! Don't get close to me anymore!" Christian's eyes widened, her voice suddenly cut down, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com cried out sharply and weakly, "Run away." Well, I can't control it..."

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

　　 "It's not a silent person, just emotional." Tom walked up to Christian calmly, looked down at her, and said without a trace, "I stole something."

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

　　 "You are not a freak either."

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

"We didn't come to you for a tattered wallet. You and I are the same kind of people." Tom raised his wand and skillfully drew an arc in the air. In his left hand there appeared a top that was the same as the girl's head, but With the brand-new newsboy hat, he went one step further, "You have the talent for magic, Christian Jouville, you are a wizard."

Christian did not step back. She raised her crying face and looked up at Tom. There was more expectation and more fear in her eyes. Tom knocked on the top of her head with a magic wand, and the old newsboy turned into a cloud of black smoke. Soon it rose and dissipated. He buttoned his brand new hat on the girl's head, then moved it upright with a frown, walked sideways beside her into the room, and skillfully pulled out a chair from under the table.

　　 Christian turned his head and looked at Tom as if he had entered his own house. The abnormality in the corridor was completely calmed down, and the poor walls didn't have to worry about leaving their home.

　　 "Shall we not invite us in to talk?" Tom kept his frowning expression before he spoke.