My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The hard, thorny shell on Christian's body has completely shattered and peeled off. She is telling her story with tears. It seems that for ten years, she can only relax in front of these two people who have only seen it for a few days. Coming down, like a quail that managed to escape from a vulture’s nest into the group, it waded through the mountains and water, dragging its fluffy wet hair to the arms of the two big birds, crying to them about the wind they encountered during the journey. Blowing rain and attacking insects and snakes.

"You don't have to have mercy on me." Christian stared at Nelson with a stubborn little face, "Everyone is always going to suffer. I just experienced it earlier, and there are many people who are hapless than me. "

　　 "You always said something that suits my heart." Christian, who turned to Tom on the ground while riding a chair, said approvingly.

"Ah—" Christian's pale skin was covered with blood. This look really looked more and more like Tom. She lowered her head, as if she didn't know what to say, she could only continue to tell the story, "I At first I thought I was a freak, but then I thought I should have supernatural powers. I heard that Germany is recruiting such people? Are they looking for wizards? Do you want to form a wizarding army?"

　　 "Maybe I want to trick some wizards into anatomy and experimentation in the past," Nelson interjected leaning on the window sill. "Even if it is true, it may be a vampire, a werewolf, a giant, or some other magical creature."

"What? Are there such things as vampires? I thought they were just monsters in the book?" Christian was shocked, and a little scared. After all, vampires are used to intimidate children who are not sleeping well for a long time. This is the first time she has shown such an expression today.

"Hahaha," Nelson and Tom looked at each other and said with a smile, "You are a witch, Christian, the kind of witch in the book who rides a broom to make potions. Even the witches ran out of the book, they are naturally Too."

　　 "Besides, those monsters are nothing to worry about." Tom added disdainfully, "They speak bad words, let alone use magic."

　　 "Hmm!" Christian nodded comfortably, and continued, "I have always worried that my special body will be discovered by others... You know, those traffickers are not good people."

"To be honest, we are here for this. I saw you using magic in the alley before, and you were very emotional last night." Nelson took a nut out of his pocket and said sternly, "Some little wizards In a depressive environment for a long time, they may deliberately suppress it because they are afraid of their own magical power. If this situation persists for a long time, you may be eroded by it and become silent—a kind of magical riot, full of Magic monster of destruction."

"But don't worry, we have been able to basically judge that you are safe." Seeing the fear on Christian's face, her eyes widened. It seemed that this was the most unacceptable news tonight, Nelson added. , "You can control your own magic power. The things in the corridor before have confirmed all this, and the silent one is uncontrollable."

　　 The fear in her eyes faded a bit, but the anxiety lingered.

　　 "Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is an expert in this area. He will come to see you when he is free." Nelson reassured, "At least you have not become a black mist floating in the sky..."

　　 Nelson seemed a little uncomfortable, he felt that Christian was getting more and more anxious.

　　 "What is there to be afraid of?" Tom said impatiently, "If you were the silent, Nelson had already thrown that nut on your forehead, you would not say so much here."

　　 His harsh words seemed to be more trusted by Christian, and her anxiety eased a lot.

　　 "Besides, you have also been rescued. There will be no rascals or rascals around here. There is nothing to be afraid of." Tom gave his final word.

　　 "Yeah." Christian lifted his face and squeezed out a small response.

"Speaking of this, I am a little curious. The traffickers have been arrested. Why are you stealing things? Stealing is bad behavior." Tom expressed his confusion and was a little angry. "I don't think Mrs. Cole will If you’re hungry, even if she starves to death, she won’t let you down to the point where you need to steal something to fill your stomach."

"Sorry, Nelson, I will definitely pay it back." Christian was sitting on a chair with his legs together, restrained, clasping his knees with his hands, bowing his head, and asked in a low voice, "You didn't mean you steal too." Have you ever had anything?"

"Oh, yes, I've caught the conversation." Tom replied nonchalantly. "Yes, I stole something. The conditions in the orphanage were not good at the time, and we were always short of food, Cole. After the wife took over the orphanage, I met Gnar and I realized that that kind of behavior was wrong, so I returned all the things I stole and they all forgave me."

　　 "What about you? Miss Jewell?" Tom asked coldly, "Why are you stealing things? I won't let a thief follow our **** into Hogwarts!"

　　 Christian sits more restrained, she buried her head deeply between her hands, holding her head and shrugging her shoulders constantly.

"Pap, pap—" A drop of tears hit the dusty floor and splashed in all directions. Tom and Nelson froze in place. Although Tom’s accumulated power in the orphanage has not dissipated to this day, neither has he. I've seen this kind of scene, in less than a minute, that little piece of ground has already been splashed with half a glass of water, and the girl who yelled at others with her head held up even if she kept her tears was only a few words from Tom. Asked to cry like this.

"Hey, don't cry..." Tom was at a loss. He stood up, reached out his hand to touch Christian's shoulder, then quickly retracted his hand, walking around where he took out his wand, thinking, looking like I wanted to cast her a coma spell directly.

　　 One hand held his wrist with the wand, and the other hand put a handkerchief into his empty palm. It was Nelson who had just jumped off the window sill.

"Oh, good deformation." Tom looked at the neatly folded handkerchief in his hand, the white base was embroidered with green lace, and even embroidered a small with different looks on each corner with gold thread. snake.

"Here, wipe it." He handed the handkerchief to Christian, his tone was rare and gentle, "I don't blame you, actually Muggle currency is worthless to us, but the act of stealing It's really wrong. I'm afraid that there will be traffickers who are circling outside and threaten you to steal things for them...If there is, I will catch him."

　　 Christian raised his head, covered his face with one hand, took the handkerchief with the other, and then buried his head in his arms.

"I just...oooo, the few people who came with me were... all rescued from the traffickers," she sobbed and said intermittently, "They all know me...oooo...I've been a thief, I I want to buy some...buy some sweets for them. I want them to play with me... but I don't have any money."

　　 "It's okay, it's okay." Tom gently patted her on the back, comforting her with an imaginary mother's tone, "It's all over, you can go to Hogwarts with us next year."

　　 The girl leaped into Tom's arms, hid her face, and wept loudly with a sad voice that Nelson had never heard before.

　　...

"Oh, **** it." Turning around the alley where he first encountered Christian, Tom glanced back, drew his wand from his sleeve and wiped it with his cuffs. "Don't she know that the corners of her clothes are dirty than her hands." Is it too much?"

"Didn't you give her the magic wand?" Nelson was holding the magic wand in his hand, and tossed it around like an ordinary teenager playing with a branch he picked up. "Yes, today's explanation is to write two pieces of parchment. Up."

"What can I do? I just can't see that look. You don't really think I am soft-hearted, do you?" Tom expressed his hard-hearted heart with a stern face, "No, no? No? No, no? ?"

Before leaving, Christian, who knew that the hat on his head was changed from the wall, and that he would disappear today, grabbed Tom's arm and looked at him eagerly. As a last resort, Tom could only pull Nelson to take the boss's energy. He strengthened the transformation, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and they wanted to put a permanent setting spell, but unfortunately even the two people whose learning progress was different from ordinary people didn’t learn it here—Tom didn’t even have any interest in transformation, just like Nelson was in The performance in the potions class was mediocre. Christian, who heard that the newsboy hat can only last for one year, was also very pleased. He took Tom by the arm and said that he would be asked to reinforce the spell every year until Nelson mastered the permanent setting spell.

　　 "Couldn't you imitate Dumbledore's expression and look sick." Tom waved his hand in disgust, as if driving a fly away.

　　 "I think this expression is very friendly." Nelson stood in front of Tom with Dumbledore's smile.

　　 "..." Tom didn't speak, and walked away quickly, bypassing him. The two chased and beat back to Nicklaus's house.

　　...

　　 On the sofa at home, Nelson was telling Christina's story to his uncle, and his aunt, who was preparing lunch, ran over to the sofa and leaned in his uncle’s arms to wipe tears.

　　 "What's the situation with this TM?" Nelson heard Tom's scolding from the upper floor.

　　 "Don't say bad words, Tom!" Jonas heard the noise and went upstairs.

　　 "What's the situation with this TM!" Jonas' voice came from the floor.

　　 "Jonas, don't speak swear words in front of the children!" aunt roared.

Nelson and his aunt rushed upstairs and saw the two standing at the door of Tom’s room. When they leaned closer, Tom’s window was wide open, and there was a thick, wet, twisted trace from the window sill to the edge of the window, and Tom’s streaked owl The birdcage of the birdcage is already a piece of twisted scrap iron, with a few bloodied feathers hanging on it.

　　 "I haven't even named him yet." Tom stood at the door and said startledly.

　　 "I haven't even learned how to write a scaly owl..." This was Nelson's voice.