My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Eat it while it's hot, don't be nervous, it's not a parent-teacher meeting right now, and I won't punish you for confinement," Nelson said enthusiastically as he picked up food for Christian, "Isn't it to your taste?"

"It's delicious," Christian said, picking at the plate in front of him with his fork, "it's just Professor Sykes..."

"I suddenly remembered something."

Tom sat with his arms folded and closed his eyes to meditate. After feeling that the topic at the dinner table was gradually becoming unsuitable for Adele, he opened his eyes and said to Nelson: "I said before that I would take Adele to the sideline. Lane has long experience."

"Have you finished your meal?"

"I looked at the menu. This meal is as long as a French meal. I'm afraid it's a restaurant opened by a Frenchman," Tom curled his lips. "When I came back from shopping, the main course hadn't been served yet."

"But I want to eat." Adele raised her head from the plate, wiped the sauce on her face with a napkin, and scratched her head blankly, "Tom, you just want to go shopping by yourself!"

"Then I'll go by myself, since you have exposed me," Tom shrugged, stood up, and played with a wand with a strange shape in his hand, "This rare wand should be able to sell for a lot of money, if you sell it Now, I should be able to buy everything I wanted before."

"That's my wand!" Adele touched her pocket and found that her wand had disappeared again. She jumped up from her seat, but she still couldn't reach Tom's hand. Pat on the arm, "Gnar bought it for me! Give it back!"

"Come with me to Slant Side Lane, and I'll give it to you." Tom shook his wand, like he used to catch rabbits with vines on the wall in the orphanage, luring Adele to chase him out of the restaurant, Before leaving, he took a deep look at Nelson and didn't say much.

"Don't worry." Nelson's voice was drowned out by the wind chimes in front of the store. Tom walked out and returned the wand to Adele. In the tight door.

"Did you... find out where Professor Sykes is?"

Christian lowered her head, but tried her best to raise her eyes to stare at Nelson's jaw, which was still chewing. She saw the two unfamiliar wooden sticks deliver the sticky balls of rice to Nelson's mouth, and saw him pick up The napkin wiped her mouth, and the hand holding the knife and fork trembled slightly, like a primary school student who made a mistake and was caught on the spot. After seeing Nelson put down the napkin and raised the corners of her mouth, she slowly raised her head. Flying a nervous blush, "This is really good... good news, I remember her arrest warrant has been issued... It has been issued for many days, you must have been troubled by this for a long time, seeing that the criminal is about to be caught, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

She kept moving on the stool, showing that she wanted to leave quickly, but Nelson kept talking, making her anxious and nervous.

"That's none of my business, and the Legal Enforcement Department won't pay me," Nelson shrugged, looking at Christian, who was flushed and dodging his eyes, raised his arm and snapped his fingers, turning his head to the approaching waiter Fu Er said, "Give this lady a glass of lemonade and add more ice cubes."

"me……"

After the waiter left, Christian opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence. She subconsciously hugged the beaded bag in her arms. Except for some valuable things, it was filled with the newly created words to communicate with Professor Sykes. , in Christian's view, Professor Sykes is to her what Grindelwald is to Nelson. He is an unacceptable mentor to the world. A trace of anger and powerlessness soon arose in her heart. Why did Nelson and Green It's not fair that Devo is so upright in learning art, but she and her mentor have to learn secretly.

"Not everything can be as simple as studying for a test." Nelson said softly.

Christian raised her head abruptly and patted her on the forehead vigorously. She thought that Nelson had used Legilimency on her and knew what she was thinking at the moment, but there was no reaction in her mind at all. Dare to look at Nelson again, even dare not look at him, for fear that he will see something in his eyes.

"Are you rebellious, Chris?" Nelson took the lemonade from the waiter, put it in front of Christian, and asked with concern, "You look very pale."

"High altitude sickness? Altitude sickness?" Christian gulped down a mouthful of lemonade, a lemon seed slipped into her mouth along the drink, the bitter feeling spread in her mouth, and the sharp corners of the fruit core violently It passed across her mouth and throat, but she didn't even feel the taste, she just forced a smile, "I'm just happy for you, Gnar... just went to work at the Ministry of Magic, and you have made such a big contribution, Se Professor Kex once... Many people said that your magic level has surpassed some Hogwarts professors, you should catch her with your own hands, after all, she has done so many wrong things before..."

"You seem to be deeply touched, Chris," Nelson held his chin and smiled, "I haven't said anything yet, why did you recruit yourself?"

"I……"

"Melissa Sykes is hiding in Ilvermorny, isn't that right?" Nelson "pursued the victory" and asked softly, "You have been in touch with her all the time, why?"

"I have no... no contact with her."

"Oh, really?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Then what's in your pouch? I have to say that the Untraceable Stretching Charm works well, but please note that when dealing with such soft items When using it, make sure the contents don't roll around, walking with you, always feels like a student who is going crazy near the end of the term, flipping through his blank textbook over and over again, maybe you can find it within a ten-mile radius Two guys listening to rock can't hear you in your bag."

"Is it so harsh?" Christian subconsciously opened the small bag and took a look inside. When she realized that Nelson was on the opposite side, she hugged the bag tightly again and looked at Nelson nervously, only to find that he was not moving at all. It seemed that he had no interest in what was in the bag, or that he already knew it all.

"Is it a letter?" Nelson took out a tightly rolled piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Christian, "Here is your report card. Your grades in Charms are very good, and you are better than others." The grades of the subjects are much higher, I think it is not surprising that Professor Sykes has trained you so well in an individualized way."

"Can't I just study hard by myself?"

"Of course I believe, but with the help of Professor Sykes, you will be even better," Nelson nodded, "In this way, a student who is obsessed with dueling clubs can also pass the test than a guy who spends in the library every day. Better grades."

"Are you spying on me?!" Christian wanted to stand up and leave here, but her body couldn't exert any strength. She knew that Nelson hadn't used magic to restrict her movements, nor had he poisoned her food. I know, it's just that I don't dare to do it.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Chris," Nelson shook his head, took a sip from his teacup, "I don't need to monitor you, and I have no motive to monitor you, these are only things that a parent has the right to know Information, although Mr. Riddle also cares about you, but as a Muggle, he can't understand the meaning of these things, so your transcript and professor's comments were sent to me."

"how do you know--"

"You may not know that there are student activities in the report card, including club activities and so on. This is just a simple analysis. To tell you the truth, as a member of the Dueling Club, although I haven't participated in many club activities, but At least I am clear about the activity time. Since you can get such a high score in the club attendance, you will naturally not participate too little, and the time for studying will be greatly taken up," Nelson spread his hands and said with a smile, "If Without a good teacher, I'm afraid your Charms class will be as bad as other subjects."

Christian buried her head lower and lower, almost hiding under the table. She knew that everything Nelson said was true, but she couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Until the wind chimes at the door rang again, Tom's figure appeared in the corner of her vision. She immediately straightened her back, pretending that she was choked by the food in front of her, and wiped two hands on her face indiscriminately, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I don't have any money." Tom walked up to Nelson and said, extending his hand generously, "I don't have any money with me."

"Can't you just take out two gems from your pocket and find a jewelry store to pawn in?" Nelson rolled his eyes, took out a wallet from his pocket, and threw it to Tom, "Stop harassing me, Can't you see I'm talking to Chris?"

Tom turned his head to look at Christian, who was left with the back of his head, called her name, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Yes." Christian replied.

"Whatever Gnar asks, just say what you want, okay? I won't say that I am for your own good. I hope you can make your own trade-offs. You are an adult witch."

Tom tried his best to calm the emotions in his words, turned around and left the store holding his wallet.

"Um."

Christian whispered again.

"Oh, Tom, I discussed it with him early in the morning. You know, he has a bad temper. I worry that with him here, especially if the conversation has reached this point, we may not be able to get along well. Talk," Nelson said, "I don't want your first day of vacation to be unpleasant, Chrissy."

"How dare I... be unhappy?" Christian lowered her head timidly. She felt that she was not sitting at the dining table, but sitting in the interrogation room of the Wizengamot. She deliberately lowered her gaze so that Nelson, who was at the same level as her, looked like a high-ranking judge, "Don't you know everything?"

Her two hands were crossed and placed on the dining table tremblingly, as if she was handcuffed. The fork trembled and slipped from her fingertips, and the soup was all over the back of her hands.

"I heard you say it yourself, Chris," Nelson picked up the napkin, helped Christian wipe the back of his hand, patted on both hands, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't put you If I arrest you, I won’t hand you over to the Aurors and send you to Azkaban, I just want to know what exactly Professor Sykes gave you to allow you to take such a big risk and hang out with her.”

"I swear, I didn't reveal any news about Hogwarts to her," Christian said tremblingly, as if he had just been picked up from the water, his hair was wet with sweat, shaking like chaff, " I swear, she didn't ask, I did keep in touch with her, but it was all about magic, other than that, it was just chatting, I can... I can sign an unbreakable oath with you."

"I believe you, Chris, you don't need the unbreakable oath," Nelson blinked. "Non-subjective behavior will also be counted in the oath... Chris!"

He raised his voice so suddenly that Christian was so startled that he almost fell out of his seat.

"What... what's wrong?"

"Don't be so timid, we are talking, not torture, I am not a judge, and you are not a prisoner," Nelson said in a deep voice, "Look up at me, do you want to protect Melissa Sykes?" ?You can't even control yourself. How can you protect someone who is so much stronger than you? What position do you have to hide it for her? What ability do you have to hide it for her? You can't even tell a lie. Hurry up and leave to inform her? If you really want to protect her, give me a reason why you have to protect her instead of killing my patience with her here, she is not you, she is not my kin , let alone my sister!"

Christian had never seen Nelson like this before, this was her gentle brother, even though she had never seen Grindelwald's real face, but at this moment, she felt that the Dark Lord should have such an aura.

"I...I am the daughter of a liar, but I can't even tell a lie." She bit her lip, with tears in her eyes, she felt like a boat facing a storm, powerless, and could only pray for the mercy of the sky ,"I do not want this……"

"I must remind you, Christian Jewell, you are not anyone's daughter, nor is anyone's puppet, you are just yourself!" Nelson said in a vibrating voice, "Melissa Sykes lurked in Ifamo Ni, it's not like she told you to avoid the enemy, her enemy has long been overwhelmed, her real purpose is to contact the inventor of an important magic that can reverse everything, and she colluded with the second Salem injury and you The behavior of the students who have studied together for six years is even more difficult to explain, don't you want to say it?"

Hearing Nelson's narration, Christian's emotions almost collapsed. She wanted to speak, but her voice couldn't make a sound.

"Aren't you willing to tell?"

Nelson asked again, but only a muffled whimper came back.

"I see."

Nelson nodded, he pushed his chair away and stood up, drank the last of the tea in the cup, and just as Christian was relieved that he was about to leave, he walked up to the girl , grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from the seat. Looking at Christian's shaking pupils, Nelson sighed and said, "I'm going to take you with me now and grab her with my own hands. "