My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Honey, I hear there's a new shop opening opposite the Alexander Building—the Wizard's Shop!"

In London, at the gate of a certain bank, a lady with a small basket waited for her husband who had just come off work. After a perfunctory kiss, she stood on tiptoe with a smile and said to her husband, "I heard there are many novel and cute things in it." something very magical."

"Wizard store? Haha, a store that sells wizards?" The man pulled the knot of his tie, his blushing face that had been holding back for a day was finally relieved, looking at his loving wife, he put all the unhappiness of the whole day behind him , smiled and hugged her, a colleague passed by behind him, the man changed his expression, and said seriously, "Do you still believe in that kind of thing? The colleagues in the bank said it was a joke made by the government, the Prime Minister To get us out of the post-war shadows, it's just those stupid guys who believe the nonsense in the "Times", what about the Ministry of Magic, what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, George's house often goes to plumbers, He's not secretly running a Hogkazi plumber's school!"

Hearing the man's ridicule, the lady who was affected by the map cannon frowned, and stepped on the instep of the man who was saying goodbye to her colleagues.

"Did your colleague go to see it in person?" When the colleague left, the woman said dissatisfiedly, "That's right, I'm a stupid guy, when are you going to change to a smart wife?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong..." the man begged softly, and after the soles of the high heels left his feet, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Let's go now, right away."

"You idiot!" The woman smashed her husband's arm with the basket in her hand, "Your son is still in school."

"He went back by himself."

"Do you want to change your son? There are so many children missing in London recently!" The woman said angrily, "Let's pick him up first! It is said that the products in those stores are mainly snacks."

"Okay," the man gritted his teeth and stomped his feet on the ground, "I'll listen to you."

...

In the alley next to King's Cross Station, a dirty boy was curled up and squatting on a broken sofa. Even on such a cold evening after autumn, he was still wearing only a single piece of clothing. Shirt dangling from his thin shoulders like a dementor, this is a child who suddenly appeared here five days ago, and was left here by a worried-looking couple with Scottish accents, patrolling. The police on the street took him away twice, but he always escaped.

"Old Macdonald had a farm, eeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Jack, swinging his baton, passed by the alley humming a song, but after taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, backed up a few steps, tilted his head back and looked towards the alley, the moment he saw the boy , his originally smiling face collapsed, and after a sigh, he put the baton behind his waist, and walked towards the boy lightly.

The boy's pupils were out of focus, his ears moved, Jack stopped immediately, and the boy "looked" around vigilantly. A blind man, when the boy's expression was empty again, Jack took out the skill of catching fish with his bare hands at sea, which he had slacked off for many years, and swooped forward with one stride. The boy came back to his senses the moment he was about to be caught, and rolled down the sofa , the curled up back tripped Jack, who swung his arms and made an intimate contact with his face and the dirty sofa cushion.

"Are you all right, sir." The boy groped for the wall, walked quickly to a place farther away, facing Jack's direction, and asked politely.

"You kid..." Jack grinned and rubbed his waist and got up from the ground. He wanted to get angry but didn't have the slightest anger. He sighed helplessly and said, "Haven't you waited for your parents yet?"

The boy turned his face to the side, facing the wall, pressed his fingers against the crack of the wall, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak.

"Listen, kid," Jack sighed, and finally said what was in his heart, "Your parents probably won't come back, come with me, don't keep running away."

"They said they would come to me, and I'm going to wait for them here."

Little Jack frowned. Irresponsible parents are really hateful. As a police officer at the train station, he has seen too much of abandoning his child. Looking at the boy's thinner face than five days ago, He shook his head and reached out to touch his lower back.

"Don't be afraid, I am the police, and I will send you to a respectable lady, Mrs. Cole, the mother of many children."

The boy shook his head stubbornly.

...

"Old man, old man again... I don't like old man!"

Across the street, the couple waited for an opportunity to cross the road with their chubby son. The little boy looked at the dozen old men in his hand and lost his temper dissatisfied. They all directly put the torn packaging bag to their mouths, did not give the chocolate frog a chance to escape, and did not even realize that these little frogs could move.

"Aberric Glennion... he's ugly, Archibald Alderton... he's ugly, Albus Dumbledore... this one's okay."

His mother patted his head dotingly. The newly opened shops around the Alexander building were so popular after being advertised in The Times and rumored by people, they were almost pushed away by the crowd. She entered one of them and was pushed out. Even so, she only bought some chocolate frogs in her basket. It is said that this is the favorite snack of wizards, but she didn't see any difference, but the ones in the store The exquisite, useless, and moving ornaments aroused her curiosity, and she planned to take a look at it at five o'clock tomorrow morning.

"But the taste is not bad."

The little boy stretched out his hand sensitively, and took out a chocolate frog from his mother's basket. When he was about to open it, there were fewer cars on the road. His father grabbed his arm, seized the opportunity, and pulled him across the road. .

The boy pouted and was dragged across the road by his parents, one left and one right.

Just after crossing the road, the man saw a man in police uniform blocking the alley, talking to the people inside. Out of worry, he took his son around in a big circle, but saw a small man inside. The boy leaned over curiously.

"Officer, what's the matter?"

Jack sighed again. He felt bored as if he was choking on a cigarette. He looked at the little boy in the man's hand. He lowered his voice, leaned closer to the man's ear, and told the couple about the blind boy. .

The chubby little boy stretched his neck and looked into the alley. The blind boy inside was similar to him in age, but the situation was very different. He was too young to have any sense of life, but instinctively raised a trace of the most Simple sympathy, just when he wanted to comfort the blind boy, his father's teaching on "dignity" came to mind, he thought for a moment, then looked up.

"No, I'll eat it for you."

The chubby little boy patted his stomach and said pretending to be disgusted. He looked very much like a small Professor Slughorn. He looked at the blind boy who was swallowing his saliva and his stomach was growling, " How could someone make snacks like toads, it's disgusting."

After that, he deftly broke free from his parents' hands, slipped under Jack's arms, and stuffed the chocolate frog into the blind child's hand, "I don't want it anymore, I'll give it to you!"

As if aware of the fiery gazes around him, the blind boy's face turned red, and even his hands and feet began to feel hot.

He clumsily tore open the packaging bag in his hand. Suddenly, he felt something jump in his hand, and subconsciously let go of his fingers pinching the bag. A chocolate frog squeezed out from his fingertips and stepped on the back of his hand. With one kick, he jumped out vigorously, and disappeared into the shadow of the alley.

Chocolate gone?

The family of three who saw this scene and the blind child who felt it were all stunned in surprise. Only Jack looked normal. Like Martha and Father Crawford, he was also one of the few people who could get in touch with the magical world in advance.

"Oh, God... my dear, I seemed to be blind just now."

The man in a suit and leather shoes rubbed his eyes, and looked at his wife who was also rubbing his eyes, "I thought this was just...a marketing? Could it be a clockwork frog wrapped in chocolate?"

The blind boy who was holding the empty bag felt that his heart was empty like this bag, he resisted the desire to cry, but when the little fat boy timidly said "Either...or I will give you another After breaking through the defense, his little face wrinkled into a ball, big tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, but even so, he didn't cry out.

He felt a sticky feeling on the back of his hand, which was the footprint left by the chocolate frog melting when he took off on his hot hand. The blind child raised his hand and bit the back of his hand, shooting an arrow from the chocolate Passed by, the rich sweetness filled his mouth, but this made his tears more violent.

"You...don't cry, I'll give you another one." The chubby little boy looked anxiously at his parents for help, but the couple who were shocked by the chocolate frog hadn't recovered yet, and he unconsciously swayed arm, and said without words, "Why don't you take a look at the picture inside? I think this thing is more important than chocolate."

Hearing the boy's words, Jack and the boy's parents slapped their hands on the forehead in unison, and a crisp "pop!" echoed in the alley. How did the boy know that the peers opposite him couldn't see it?

Just when Jack thought the blind boy was going to be even more sad, he raised his hand, holding the packaging bag of the chocolate frog, clumsily rubbed out the picture from it, and handed it to the little fat boy.

"You...can you see it for me? I can't see it."

"Well, I hope it's not an old man," the little fat boy took the picture, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said pleasantly, "It's really not an old man!"

"what are you saying……"

The chubby boy turned his head to look at his parents in bewilderment. His mother looked at the blind boy with pity and mouthed, "He can't see."

"Oh, this one is Nelson Wertning Williams," the little fat boy said while looking at the content on the picture, "It says that he is the youngest person to publish a paper on "Transfiguration Today" The author, the pioneer of the magic factory model, once worked with his friend Tom Marvolo Riddle to destroy the evil Second Salem organization."

After all, the boy who didn't know the meaning of the words carefully put the picture in his hand into the hand of the blind child, and he whispered, "The people on these pictures are all wizards, you see... sorry, you feel that the one just now Escaped frog? This piece of chocolate moves, it must be magic!"

"magic……"

"Hey, I still know him in this picture!" Little Jack looked at the picture in the hands of the blind boy, a touch of familiar gold came into view, he looked at the smiling face of the man in the picture, and raised his eyebrows in surprise , "It's Mr. Williams!"

"Is there really such a person?" The boy's father asked in surprise. "I thought it was just made up by the chocolate manufacturer to sell things."

"Of course, when I first met him, he was a young nuclear physicist," Jack scratched his head and said with a smile. It’s fun to experience them.”

The words of public officials are convincing, not to mention that Britain in this era is not so out of touch. The man nodded seriously and began to think about the rationality of the stories he read in the newspaper. He was surprised to find that if Remove the premise that "the government" is joking and replace it with "magic does exist" and the stories make perfect sense.

"Really, Mr. Inspector?"

"Why should I lie to you, you should be able to see it in the newspaper," Jack shrugged, facing the blind boy, and said softly, "Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but your parents shouldn't Come back, you need a new home, not waiting on this sofa... The Mr. Williams in your hands was once the child raised by Mrs. Cole."

"Really? I know Mrs. Cole. She is the director of the West City Orphanage. This... wizard was a child there before?"

"Yes, I promise." Jack scratched his head, he realized that he had slipped his mouth, and while thinking about how to apologize to Nelson, he whispered, "Please don't tell others."

"How can a wizard grow up in an orphanage? This is too ridiculous..." The man scratched his hair and muttered, "They shouldn't be born in a castle? Are they going out on a dragon every day?"

The woman stomped on her embarrassing husband again, and this time he couldn't hold back and yelled.

Amid the screams, the blind boy groped in front of Jack and whispered, "I'll go with you."

There was a bitter smile on Jack's face. As a former soldier, he had seen too many war orphans who had to be as smart as the blind boy. He understood that the blind boy knew the fact that he was abandoned, but he was just confused. I don't know where to go.

"Wait, you have to prove that you are not a human trafficker." The man who stopped screaming suddenly remembered his wife's warning at the bank gate, looked at Jack suspiciously, puffed out his stomach seriously, and said, "Many children have disappeared in London recently. "

"Haha, here is my ID, you can see it."

...

Under the setting sun, a worried family of three escorted the blind child to the police station. The chubby little boy even made up "common sense about wizards" for the blind child, and the young friendship was quickly formed. , at the gate of the police station, the couple finally felt relieved, and the boy and the blind child gently hugged and bid farewell.

"I will go to see you, maybe you can meet a witch and heal your eyes!"

As the sun set, the little chubby boy who had left happily tore open a pack of chocolate frogs again, and screamed, "Old man, old man again!"

Distressed, he didn't know that he had just missed a picture of a chocolate frog that would disgust most people for the rest of their lives.