My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"My name is Nelson—"

"I know who you are." Jokunda interrupted Nelson's self-introduction, "When you were scolded in the office that day, I hadn't left yet."

"Do you want to eat?" Jokunda took out a bunch of trinkets from his pocket, picked out two candies, and handed one to Nelson. .”

"Supposedly?" Nelson took the bubble gum, but he didn't put it in his mouth right away because of Aberforth's previous experience.

"Yes, it is said." Jokunda tore off the wrapping paper of another bubble gum, put it in her mouth, chewed, and slowly blew out a huge purple bubble that made her look like she had two heads, "Because I haven't blown too much."

"Grape flavor?" Seeing this, Nelson tore off the wrapping paper of his own, and began to chew. It has to be said that there is still a huge difference between magic bubble gum and ordinary bubble gum, at least in terms of taste and texture. There is no comparison. After the first bite, he felt a bottle of high-quality strawberry jam explode in his mouth, and then the cotton candy-like touch filled his mouth, and it was tightly wrapped with the bite of the upper and lower jaws. A tight mass, even the taste has faded a lot, but when the teeth are separated, the explosive taste and strong fruity taste occupy the whole mouth again. He praised, "Senior sister, what you're bragging about is already very big."

"What do you think? This is purple cabbage flavor. You don't think Hufflepuff will keep the delicious food for himself?" Jokunda popped the bubble and rolled it into his mouth with his tongue. He gave Nelson a blank look, and blew another bigger bubble than before, "Sister? Do you think I look old?

"Ah?" Nelson tilted his head, and he sneaked a glance at Jokunda's curvy figure, which was much taller than him, her unruly dreadlocks, her three-dimensional and coordinated facial features, and her open white skin. With a rosy face in his middle, he let the pink bubbles he just blown burst and hit his face, just staying there with a confused expression, "You?...Could it be that you and I are in the same class? "

"No, I'm in the seventh grade." Seeing the appearance of seeing a ghost, Jokunda burst out laughing, "I'm just kidding, you look like you haven't seen the world! But It's better not to call me senior sister, it sounds so old, call me younger sister, it sounds younger."

"?" Nelson didn't know what to say, so he secretly put his wand behind his back, turning a hair on the top of his head into the shape of a question mark.

"Hahahahaha." Jokunda didn't care about the image at all, leaning against the barrel and laughing loudly, but the wound touched the barrel, tears welled up in pain, she stretched out another hand to cover the wound, lying down There was a pile of wine barrels on the side, crying and laughing while rolling, "Hahahaha, you can... hahaha... you must teach me, hahaha, transfiguration can still be used like this, hahaha..."

Nelson didn't know whether to help her, and stood watching, blowing bubbles.

"Hahaha..." Jokunda looked tired from laughing, lying on the wine barrel and twitching like a stranded fish. She reached out to Nelson, and he stepped forward and pulled her away. stand up.

"Sister, you and Professor Sykes?" Nelson noticed that she had the same surname as the Ravenclaw head he had just met, and asked curiously.

"That's my sister. You saw it last time, I'm in her office." Jokunda sat on the wine barrel, raising his eyebrows with an expression of "I'm so annoying", "Remember, don't call me Sister, just call me Jokunda."

"Floo powder chatting in the stove?" Nelson took up the conversation.

"No, she actually stuffed me into the stove, she was abusing me at home." Jokunda turned her head, stared at Nelson seriously, and said to him in a sincere tone, "You can help me Would you like to write an anonymous report letter to Sengamo? Just say that you witnessed the long-term domestic violence of Melissa Sykes, who is currently working at Hogwarts, and her sister Jokunda Sykes. I hope Wizenga Moore can have a fair trial and take away her custody."

"Ah-" Nelson's mouth was bubbling again.

"Hahaha, just kidding." Jokunda shook his hand and asked with a smile, "What are you doing in Hufflepuff and blocking the door of the lounge?"

"Sorry, Jokunda." Nelson looked at the gauze on her forehead apologetically and explained, "I came to look for the kitchen. I heard that the Hogwarts kitchen is here."

"Oh, I knew it." Jokunda walked to a huge still life painting across the corridor. The lid of the wooden barrel just flew onto the painting and bounced back to hit her. She fumbled back and forth on the painting, "As long as you can Patch saw sneaky students next to him, so he must have come to the kitchen."

"Pinch Apple's nose, and then shake hands with the milk jug..." After some complicated operations, the still life painting was lifted up, revealing a huge door opening big enough for two people to pass through, "It's really troublesome, I have to get this before graduation." The organs on the painting are painted over."

Nelson watched as the apple in the painting rolled off the table and hid itself under the tablecloth.

"It's inside, come in." Jokunda had already entered the kitchen, she seemed to have stuffed something into her mouth, and muttered indistinctly, "Didn't you have dinner?"

"I've eaten, I want to make a pot of tea." Nelson followed and jumped into the kitchen. Unlike the imagined scene of a group of house elves working in full swing, Nelson only saw a cozy room like a mini lounge. There were about twenty rooms in the room. Three square meters, the walls are made of large yellow bricks, the flames are burning in the fireplace, although the room is small, but the ceiling is very high, a crystal chandelier full of candles hangs in the middle of the high arched dome, the chandelier There is a long old black oak table directly below, surrounded by a circle of chairs of the same material, a bottle opener, a box of toilet paper and two ashtrays are placed on the table. On the opposite side, there was a huge iron door that was concealed, almost occupying half the area of ​​the wall. There was a red fire shining through the crack of the door, and there was a clanging sound. It seemed that the place where they were working in full swing should be behind the door.

"What are you looking at?" Jokunda called Nelson while sitting at the table, and pulled out a chair, "Come and sit."

"Okay." Nelson walked to the chair and sat down, still looking around curiously.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the kitchen?"

"No, very good." Nelson picked up the ashtray on the table and played with it. "I thought I would see a lot of hard-working house elves here."

"You want to see house-elves?" Jokunda asked suspiciously. "What are they for? What's so interesting about house-elves?"

"If there are no house-elves here, how are we going to find the food we want?"

"It's the same as the opening banquet, you just need this." Jokunda said to the empty table, "Give me a double beef burger with more pickles, thank you."

Soon a silver plate appeared out of nowhere on the table, and inside it was a thick burger with more than two layers, and a small flag was stuck on it. Jokunda grabbed the burger and squished it with his hands, and took a bite.

"Well, it's delicious." She nodded, full of praise, "What do Americans know about hamburgers, they really should let Hogwarts open a branch school to popularize food culture for them."

Regarding food culture, Nelson was noncommittal. He felt a little hungry, so he followed suit and ordered a sandwich, "Make another pot of green tea, remember to serve it with a tea set and a basket, and I'll take it away after I finish eating. "

"Nelson," Jokunda put down more than half of the hamburger in his hand, looking a little toothache, "You will live a long life."

After all, she picked up the hamburger and fought again, but she seemed to have lost her appetite, and only the belief of not wasting was supporting her.

After finishing the sandwich, Nelson took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands. The fallen bread crumbs, the sandwich bag and the used paper disappeared the moment they touched the table. After thinking about it, he got up and went to the iron door. by the door.

"What are you doing?" Jokunda called to stop him who was about to pull the door.

"I think I should thank them in person."

"If you really want to thank them, you don't go in." She finished her burger, pulled out a tissue, and clapped her hands, explaining, "Thanks don't fit their values. House elves are used to giving and working. Your gratitude will Make them nervous and scared, not to mention one of their creeds is 'don't let the owner see you', if you go in and catch them, it will be very embarrassing."

Nelson nodded approvingly.

"Besides," Jokunda threw the ball of paper on the table in a graceful arc, "they are probably preparing tomorrow's breakfast now, and helping two greedy students to cook and make tea is enough trouble, you now If you go in, they will come out to greet you in groups, and then all the work will have to be redone... Don’t you want tea? The most important thing you should do now is to say that the sandwiches are delicious, and then leave here with the tea.”

Following her fingers, Nelson also saw the exquisite wooden box appearing on the table.

He walked over, picked up the wooden box, followed Jokunda's footsteps out of the doorway, and the huge still life painting slowly fell behind them.

"Jokunda, are you going upstairs too?"

"Yes, what a coincidence, I didn't expect us to drop by."

"Yes."

"Nelson, did you fall in love with your sister at first sight? Tell you, I won't fall in love with a boy younger than me, let alone so much younger."

"You worry too much."

"Then why are you still following me?"

"I'm going to Professor Dumbledore's office."

"...Coincidentally, I'm going too."

The keyboard hasn't arrived yet, sorry for the phone code. (missing my old nine button phone