My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Pygmy cattail."

After thinking for a full second, Nelson looked at Tom's resolute eyes, and without hesitation picked up the sweater with the pygmy puff on the chest, and explained far-fetchedly: "I can't always wear a ' N'running outside, the pygmy puffs are at least a little cute."

Holding the clothes hanger, he ran to the full-length mirror at the back of the store and made gestures twice. The pink thread was shaking in the air, just like the long hair of a pygmy pampas.

"It even feels pretty nice."

Resigned to his fate, Nelson nodded in satisfaction. There is no difference in the appearance of this kind of sweater worn under the robe. Even wearing it on top of a shirt and wearing it under a coat can give people a refreshing look, "People always Try different styles of clothing."

"Yes, I think pink complements my macho temperament."

Alphard's voice came from behind Nelson, and he turned his head, dazzled by the connected pink.

Nelson rubbed his eyes and looked intently. On the shoulder of Alphard's pink sweater, an extremely embroidered hexagonal salamander was bubbling with wide-eyed eyes. Tom in the sweater looks noisy.

"To celebrate our children entering school, this year's theme color is pink," Walburga said, walking up with her arms around Adele, the most normal-looking of the group in a beautiful flamingo sweater , and Adele, who was hugged by her, was wearing a pygmy cattail sweater of the same style as Nelson, and Walburga pulled out a woolen end that stood out abruptly from the back of his younger brother, "Tom has just been Said, you will definitely choose that Pygmy Puff sweater, so Adele chose the same."

Adele twisted her shoulders, but she was still unable to break free from Walburga's "claw". At the suggestion of the store clerk, she bought a slightly larger sweater, and she looked like a large dwarf cattail .

"Speaking of which, your sweater won't get up in the middle of the night to eat booger like a real pygmy puff, will it?" Alphard said suddenly, this torture that hit the soul stopped Hagrid and Myrtle who were approaching behind. .

Everyone in the store, including the customers and shop assistants who were choosing clothes, all turned their heads and stared at Alphard in the center of the crowd dumbfounded.

The air froze, only the sound of "click" of the wall clock was witnessing the passage of time.

After a long time, Tom took a deep breath and said with a ferocious smile, "You are disgusting, Alphard."

"You can get full marks in the study of magical animals," Nelson said with a dry smile, "you even know such a remote, such... knowledge."

"It's none of my business," Alphard realized the weirdness of the atmosphere, he waved his hands again and again, pointing at Hagrid behind him who was trying to hide himself behind the hanger, "Rubus told me."

Hagrid's movements froze. He was wearing a large pink sweater that a tailor had made impromptu. Yes, there is a pink starfish printed on his chest.

"I'm just telling you, I didn't ask you to speak out so loudly." The good-tempered Hagrid was also anxious, and he said in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to be so...so..."

"So shameless."

Myrtle, who emerged from behind Hagrid, pushed her glasses and looked at Alphard with the same disgusted eyes as Walburga. The pattern on her chest was a juvenile Chinese white dolphin. According to Alphard's theory, The sweater should be gray when it is first knit.

Walburga was still gritting his teeth to help Alphard pull the end of the thread, as if he hadn't noticed that a large ball of wool had already been rolled in his hand.

Seeing a group of pink friends, Nelson cast a questioning look at Tom.

Tom understood, raised his arm, and showed the paper bag in his hand, which contained the sweater he bought for Christian. Although they haven't spoken for a long time for some strange reason, Tom, the old brother, still misses his sister .

"Are we going to stand in the store like this? It feels a little bit occupied."

Nelson asked briskly. Hearing his words, Alphard put on his coat, turned around and ran, looking like he really wanted to leave this embarrassing place.

But he moved so fast that Walburga froze as he stared at the ball of wool in his hand, from which a pink woolen thread was protruding out of the shop and following the Alphard's principle is getting longer and longer.

Judging by the length, there might only be two sleeves left under his robe, and everyone present was also aware of this problem.

"On the bright side, at least it's not easy to get lost with a rope."

Tom smiled awkwardly, and chased out in the direction of the pink wool extension.

"Little Finger." Nelson smiled and rubbed Adele's hair before chasing him out.

"I saw that."

When the group found Alphad, he was standing at the door of the cold drink shop shivering, not knowing why he was so cold.

Seeing this, Walburga, who was winding the ball of yarn while running, secretly stuffed the ball of wool into Alphard’s pocket, and said softly, “My sister treated you badly before, it’s my sister’s fault, my sister treats you to shaved ice.”

"Are you sick?" Alphard reached out to his sister's forehead, "I'm starting to talk nonsense!"

Walburga's rare tenderness disappeared in an instant, and he grabbed his brother viciously by the ear and carried him to the store.

Five years ago, the Black brothers and sisters met Nelson and Tom for the first time in Sheldon Fusco's cold drink shop, and even the raspberry sundae in front of Tom was the taste of the year.

It's just that this time it's no longer the lonely Nelson and Tom who are hanging the spoon.

"By the way, where is the pet you bought for Adele?" Walburga helped Adele mix her shaved ice and looked at Tom.

"I paid the owner to send a letter to Hogwarts with that spotted owl after school starts," Tom calmly suppressed everyone's IQ, "so that we don't have to bump into the train station with an owl in our arms." Wall, that looks so stupid."

Everyone recalled when they hit the wall, and expressed their shock.

While eating the sundae, chatting casually, the topic quickly returned to Alphard's shocking speech in the clothing store.

"Rubus told me!" he argues, teeth chattering, eating the sundae without a sweater makes him even colder.

"Speaking of which, little Hagrid knows a lot about magical beasts."

"Little Hagrid", as Walburga called it, was sitting on two chairs by himself, and the bowl of shaved ice as big as Adele's head was in his hand as miniature as a play house toy.

Tom explained, "Before Gnar gave me a set of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" written by New York. I saw that Hagrid liked Fantastic Beasts very much, so I gave him that set of books."

McGonagall and Flitwick once entrusted Hagrid to Nelson, but the irresponsible Nelson ran away in the second year. Tom has been taking care of him for the past few years. I have to say that he still takes care of him. He was skilled, not only knew how to knit sweaters, Hagrid had half the credit for growing so fast.

"Newt Scamander's book is really great! This is the only book I can read repeatedly on my own initiative," Hagrid rubbed his round nose, and said shyly, "The descriptions in the book and The pictures fascinate me, and it would be nice to actually see those amazing animals..."

With a proud face like a kid asking for credit, he said softly: "The study of Fantastic Beasts in the third year is the only class I can get first, so I know that Pygmy Puffy will be at night—"

"Okay, Hagrid, let's eat." Tom patted Hagrid on the shoulder. This kid is obviously a kid who asks for credit, but he's just a little older, so most people don't regard him as a little wizard. "That's very good, don't tell Alphard in the future."

Hagrid scratched his tan curls and smiled cheerfully.

"Hagrid may become a Master of Fantastic Beasts like Senior Newt in the future."

Nelson called for Fusco, added another bowl of shaved ice for Hagrid, and began to tell about Newt's magical box, which made Hagrid fascinated, and even murmured, "It would be great if there was a box with dragons in it. "

"Haha, it will be very aggrieved."

It seemed that Hagrid's hobby was picked up at an early age.

"So you plan to take the study of magical beasts?" Myrtle suddenly asked a question.

"I want to choose!" Hagrid was the first to raise his hand.

"You don't have to choose, Ruburt." Tom snapped off his hand, which had been raised up high, and had stuck to the parasol.

After the sixth grade of Hogwarts students, they will choose the courses they need to take according to their career plans. A person's time and energy are limited, so a trade-off must be made. Some courses are prerequisites, and some courses even start from scratch.

"I probably won't choose." Tom shook his head. Seeing that Hagrid was a little disappointed, he said hastily, "But I'm not worried at all about problems related to Fantastic Beasts. After all, there is our encyclopedia, Mr. Hagrid. Well."

Hagrid was a little shy by his compliment, so he munched on shaved ice to ease his embarrassment.

"My father asked me to take this course, and our family accepted a farm a few days ago," Walburga said, "but unfortunately, there is no one in the family who knows how to do it except the house-elf."

"I'm not sure yet." Myrtle shook her head, as if struggling.

"Me too." This is Alphard, he really doesn't know anything, "But I will definitely choose potions and spells, the rest will be decided by lottery."

None of the four took Fantastic Beasts except for Walburga, and even Walburga seemed to be out of interest, so Hagrid had to look expectantly at Nelson.

"I didn't plan to choose it before," Nelson said, but he quickly took out the fragment that fell from Jokunda from his pocket and said, "But if I don't choose courses, I may not be able to check the information in the forbidden book section. From today At first, I was full of curiosity about magical animals."

Hagrid's hanging heart was relieved, at least Fantastic Beasts was not a subject that no one was interested in, and a sense of identification with Nelson emerged spontaneously, and soon, his attention was attracted by the fragments Nelson placed on the table.

"Then what class are you going to give up?" Tom asked curiously. "As far as I know, your class schedule is full except for your own vacation. Do you want to take up the rest time?"

"I'm going to give up the divination class, and the related arithmetic divination is not in my consideration," Nelson said, spreading his hands, "Now I don't have to bother to make up my own death, you know, Tom, I I always feel that learning divination is a waste of time.”

"Mrs. Clemens will be sad."

"I will regularly report my own death to her."

"I'm really happy for her."

"So my timetable is History of Magic, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Alchemy, and Fantastic Beasts."

"Okay, most of them overlap, but are you really going to give up Potions?"

"I think I'll have to be savvy and give up on Professor Slughorn before he gives up on me."

"Haha," Tom said with a smile, remembering Nelson's creation of mud made of rare medicinal materials at the end of last semester, "how about herbal medicine class?"

"Forgive me, you know, I can't tell the difference between dark green and light green," Nelson said, "even with the help of your glasses, it's a pain, and every time I come out of the nursery, I see the sun as green! "

"Is there such a thing?" Alphard looked at the sun, as if imagining what a green sun would look like.

"But Nelson," said Myrtle suddenly, "what about astronomy?"

"What? There's still this class," Nelson scratched his head. "If you don't tell me, I'll forget it, and I won't take this one. A useful star map is enough."

"But you may be the only student in our class who chose History of Magic." Tom laughed. "I don't know what Professor Binns will think when he sees you alone in the classroom."

"He's used to it." Nelson shrugged. "In 1664, only one student from Gryffindor chose Professor Binns' advanced class. He studied for two years and told Teacher Binns when he graduated. He chose the wrong one, and originally wanted to choose Muggle Studies."

"Hahaha..." Alphard, who was tired from looking at the sun, thumped the table and laughed.

"I chose too," said Myrtle suddenly.

"Too bad... eh? What?" Tom looked at Myrtle in amazement, with "What the hell" written all over his face.

"Nelson, may I have a look at that eggshell?" said Hagrid, staring at the fragments on the table.

"Eggshell?" Nelson followed his gaze, picked up the fragment and handed it to Hagrid, "Is this a piece of eggshell?"

"I think so," Hagrid nodded, and took the eggshell carefully. "It should be so big that the curvature is not obvious."

This was a pleasant surprise for Nelson. He squinted his eyes, white mist surged in his eyes, and his soul quietly sank into the illusion. Standing on the top of Alexander's head and looking westward, a silver beam of light that shot straight into the sky was visible. Glittering at the end of the endless white plain, that is the beacon he left on Jokunda's body. In the ordinary and blurred illusion, it is as dazzling as a firefly in the dark.

The light of the beacon was moving westward at a constant speed, and the cautious Jokunda seemed to be planning to fly away, but suddenly, the beacon stopped.

He opened his eyes and wait, a puppy-like animal was tearing at the metal studs on his booties.

"Hey, it's a sniff!"

"So cute!"

Everyone noticed it quickly. Nelson bent down and embraced the snuffer with his hands like lightning. Its four short legs kept flapping in the air, but it didn't panic like wild magical animals.

"Can I eat it?"

"Probably not," Nelson took out a small silver ball with regular red light from his pocket, gently wiped the red spot with his fingers, sealed the light spot, and stuffed the small silver ball into Sniff's arms, " Gallon is not bright at all, take it to find your master."

After finishing speaking, he put Xixiu on the ground and washed his hands with clean water.

"Master? Is this raised by a wizard?"

"Well," Nelson nodded, holding the spoon in his mouth, "The condition of the fur is exactly the same as that of Senior Newt's. It is observing the situation for its master."

"I've never seen anyone running away like this." A strange smile appeared on Tom's face.

"It's a lot of courage." Nelson nodded and said loudly, "She ran in a hurry, maybe she left something in Diagon Alley! But I'm going to school soon, so what should I do!"

Xixiu, who had already run across the street, turned her head, looked in Nelson's direction, and burrowed into an alley beside her.

"You're so bad, you can even lie to Nixie," Tom teased, putting down the sundae, "but it's really stupid."

At the end, he added, "It's even kind of cute."