My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "I didn't expect the earliest Superman to be like this." Nelson lay on the bed, leaning on the head of the bed, flipping through the "Action Comics" that Tom gave him and was surprised.

"I don't understand why you like to watch this kind of thing," Tom sat on the floor, leaning on Nelson's chair to relieve the fatigue of fighting. He held a handkerchief and wiped his wand carefully. "I think the author is really stupid. Yes, how could an extraordinary person live so stretched out."

"Because of the bottom line, Tom." Nelson leaned his head back against the wall and covered his face with the magazine. "Society depends on order. Even if you are a wizard with extraordinary powers, you have to do so, otherwise you will be kept in captivity, hunted and killed. We are the one who makes the core of the wand."

　　 "Perhaps, who knows?" Tom said nonchalantly, "Don't you often say that the fittest survives and the fittest survive?"

　　 "That's not what I said, but Darwin said, and Darwinism can only be applied to the natural world, for—"

"Okay, okay, if you listen to it, your ears will become callous," Tom waved his hand disapprovingly, and interrupted Nelson. "How do I feel that you always think that I am a wicked villain? Every day, I am in a high-strength influence. ."

　　 "That's not enough," Nelson took off the magazine, looked down at Tom who was wiping his wand a second time, and explained faintly, "I just like to preach."

"It's true, haha." Tom laughed and teased, "You know, in Slytherin, those fools who don't write homework well call you the'Dark Lord', because you are always when they borrow homework. Preaching with a black face is more rigid than Professor Bins."

　　 "Didn't I lend it to them in the end? Except for spells, there is no way, after all, I was caught by Professor Sykes..."

　　 "Yes, you lent it to them at last, so they will call you the ‘Great Dark Lord’."

　　 "I didn't expect that I would enjoy this title first..." Nelson felt a little speechless, "I think it's better to write less homework, and leave it to them in the future."

　　 The two chatted while doing their own things. Nelson continued to flip through the comics. Tom carefully stuffed the wiped wand into his sleeve and took out a crystal ball from his pocket to play.

　　 "Do you want to fortune telling?" He placed the wands that they had thrown on the table side by side, and rolled the crystal ball between the wands like railroad tracks.

　　 "Do you still believe this?" Nelson has always sneered at prophecy. In his opinion, the conditions of the so-called prophecy were so harsh as to be a funny trick created by a dumb gun to prove that he was a wizard.

"Don't you believe it? I think the classmates and teachers in the fortune-telling class praised you a lot." Tom knew that Nelson never liked the fortune-telling class, but he only thought that Nelson had always been able to spy on his own tragic fate so that he used divination. The disgust was aggravated, but he didn't expect him to believe it at all. "In history, there are many famous masters of prophecy who have made accurate predictions about the direction of major events."

　　 "Yes," Nelson slumped weakly on the bed, "How strange, billions of people in the world, everyone is talking nonsense, there are always two people who can meet."

He jumped out of the bed, put on his slippers, walked to Tom's crystal ball, held the crystal ball in his palms, muttering words, and looked like he was poisoned and convulsed for a while. He put down his hands, rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth. Nonsense.

"I explained that Germany will attack Poland at the beginning of the school year, which will trigger a Muggle war that will sweep the world!" He rolled his eyes. "Maybe at this moment there are just 364 people in the world talking nonsense, prophesying war, among us There is always a master of prophecy. If there is a war next year, please call me a prophet."

　　 "It's a deal!" Tom looked at Nelson so slanderous of a subject he liked, a little frustrated, "I'll write to my classmates and let them be a testimony."

　　 "What did you write?" Nelson grabbed the crystal ball and played with it. "You don't have owls anymore."

　　"..."

　　 "Sorry, sorry, your mouth is coming soon," Nelson looked at Tom Kikami, who was looking at him with a grieving face and apologized. "For the sake of the spotted partridge, I was wrong."

　　 "It's a barred owl..." Tom looked irritated, "Did you forget? You said you are going to London in the morning. I'll go to the post office to send the letter."

　　...

"Nall, do you mean that wizards also take the bus?" At six o'clock the next morning, the whole street was dark, and Jonas and Bella stood at the door watching Nelson and Tom wait for the bus. "I I mean, trams are still used on the streets of London! But I don’t think magic cars don’t need trams..."

"That's what Dumbledore told me. It was on the road in 1865." Nelson frowned, took out his wand and stretched it out, making a taxi. "If you stop the car like this, he will jump out. Wizard. The transformation of scientific and technological achievements is sometimes very high."

("Oh, Tom, be optimistic about Gnar when you return to school, don't let him fight!" Bella is trying to help Tom tidy his collar, Tom is holding his breath and enduring hard, it looks like his face has been reddened. )

　　 "It's really advanced. I heard that some countries are also studying this kind of positioning system..." Jonas was convinced.

("Aunt Bella, our vacation is not over yet!" Tom waved his hands like a fish struggling on the beach. "We're just going to do Dumbledore a favor, and take a stroll around Diagon Alley. We'll be back in the evening. .")

　　 "Magic is still very convenient in some senses." Nelson said.

"Yes, and I think that most of the time, it is much more convenient than ordinary people's life," Jonas nodded in agreement, "Gnar, the camera you brought is the gospel of photographers and reporters! No need to wash, even when taking pictures! It’s just a little bit of ink sometimes, oh yes, the picture you took at the orphanage the day before yesterday, it was washed out early this morning, it was so good, I want to use it in It’s in the newspaper."

　　 "You may have to discuss with Mrs. Cole."

　　 "I will, to be honest, that photo is really great!" Jonas put his arm around Nelson's shoulder, "If you are not a wizard, I must train you to be a journalist!"

("Oh, I forgot." There was no embarrassment on Bella's face. "Are you eating out at noon? Are you rich?" she asked with concern, kicking Jonas's with high heels without a trace. Calf, "Even children know that they are going to go shopping during the festival, Jonas, don't you have any opinion?! You and the bus! Go with the camera!")

"Take you around today!" Jonas turned around and assured Bella righteously, as if Bella was pulling him not to go shopping. Suddenly a white light flashed on the street and he rubbed his eyes. Wow, is this the magic bus?!"

A tall, three-story, bright purple bus suddenly appeared on the road. It had its headlights turned on, and the front windshield was written "Knight Bus" in golden letters. It looked crooked, as if it would be too heavy at any time. It fell down high and looked bulging again, as if it would explode due to stuffing too much at any time.

　　 (Tom: "The color of this car is really disgusting...")

　　 It appeared out of thin air, and a sudden brake stopped in front of the four people. Before it stopped, the car door opened. Looking at the long, strangely curved tire tracks on the ground, Tom swallowed, "Can we change the mode of transportation? It's not okay to take a taxi."

"Don't worry, sir~" A young brown-haired guy with thick round eyes jumped from the bus that hadn't stopped. He staggered on the ground due to inertia, and at least no slippery shovel flew out. He stood firmly, took off his hat and saluted, "Three gentlemen, but also this beautiful lady. Welcome to the Knight Bus, which is an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in trouble. Just stretch out your wand and go. Get in the car, and we can take you wherever you want to go. My name is Erne Pran, and I will be your conductor tonight."

　　 "The service attitude is really good." Jonas exclaimed.

"Thank you for your compliment, sir, I have to say that your glasses are very handsome!" Erne Pran grinned, his teeth seemed to flash a bright light, "Where are you going? As long as it is on land We can deliver it anywhere!"

　　 "Can the United States also do it?" Jonas asked curiously. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Of course it can, but the fare and time will be more."

　　 "We want to take a ride." Tom leaned over Bella, grabbed Nelson and pulled into the car. "We two."

　　 "See you tonight! Aunt Bella! Uncle Jonas!" The two said goodbye as they got into the car.

　　 "Two gentlemen, please sit down here." Erne Puran greeted them to the two window seats on the second floor and asked, "Where are you going?"

　　 "Diagon Alley." Nelson was a little sleepy and was already closing his eyes to rest.

"From here to Diagon Alley, you need thirteen silver sicos. If you can add three sicos, you can get a cup of hot cocoa. If you add another sico to make up a gallon, we will give you a pair of wool. Socks and a discount ticket for two Westcos."

　　 "We want cocoa, thank you." Nelson handed out two gallons.

　　 "Okay, do you need us to heat your socks by the boiler? I think the happiest thing every morning is to put on warm woolen socks."

"..." Nelson looked at the enthusiastic conductor earnestly, hoping to see that he was joking or really think so, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything through the thick glasses, so he reluctantly gave up, "No need, thank you. "

　　 "Okay, wait, two cups of hot cocoa." He hummed and walked to the first floor.

　　 "Wait, Earn, don't you lose money every time you give coupons like this?" A hoarse voice came from the back row.

"Sir, this is economics." The glasses under the conductor's glasses couldn't make a clear look, but Nelson felt that he seemed to have been laughing. He cleared a cough and said seriously, "Yes, we are losing, we lose every day. You can only live on the bus."