My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Amen."

　　 Father Crawford sprinkled holy water, and the workers in the cemetery covered it with marble tiles. London on September 2nd was the same as usual. The sky was gloomy, with heavy fog and haze entangled in the world, devastating everyone’s lungs and mood. Even the west hanging sun did not let the sky taste the setting sun in the slightest. Bright colors, there was a crow hovering silently above the cemetery, and under the smudge of the sky, the white marble was also stained with a heavy dust.

　　 Nelson was wearing a dark black suit, bending down and wiping Jonas' tombstone with his palm.

　　 "Jonas Nicklaus (1885-1939): His time was too cruel, so the pen he held did not make him a poet in the end."

"It's sloppy, isn't it?" He raised his head and put his arm on Tom's shoulder. "A man of that size was finally put in a small box and buried in such a tomb of one meter square. , Even his life can only be summed up in such a simple sentence."

　　 The guests who came to pay their respects were all dressed in solemn black formal wear, surrounded by Bella under the command of the priest, looking at the photo of Jonas, silent.

"Nal." Tom turned to face Nelson, extended his arms to embrace him, and patted Nelson's back vigorously. "The man is dead, but you still have us, you and Aunt Bella, you have to move forward. Look."

"I've always been looking forward," Nelson replied with the same hug, and then broke free, looking at a group of serious-looking Germans on the edge of the funeral. They were relatives of Jonas's hometown. They came from Trier, before Nelson. I’ve never heard Jonas say about them—I don’t know how they received the news in such a turbulent years, and how they came here across half of Europe. They walked in a hurry, silent, as if they just needed to personally After walking to witness the death of a loved one, it was like Jonas just scribbled around the world. Nelson retracted his gaze and said to Tom, "And look farther."

The silence was over, the crowd around Bella began to noisy, using their clumsy methods to comfort Bella, Bella was surrounded by strong laughs and socializing, the crows surrounding the cemetery fluttered away, maybe they too Unable to endure such noise, Nelson didn't know these guests, and he realized that he didn't know Jonas.

　　 "Quack—"

　　 "Gnar, you have to go to school." Tom is a little anxious, he cares more about the living than the dead, "Come back to Hogwarts with me, the big deal is that we won't go to Dumbledore!"

　　 "No, it has nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore." Nelson shook his head, "Really, I don't resent him, he just did what he thought was right."

"Then you come back with me." Tom grabbed Nelson's arm and pleaded, "I saw it with my own eyes. Dumbledore killed the man with a killing curse. You are not the murderer. Narr, don't punish yourself anymore. Up."

"You're wrong, Tom." Nelson pulled his arm back. "None of us knows who did it. I think Dumbledore knows this. But I don't care about this. Leaving Hogwarts, yes. I made a deliberate choice."

　　 Nelson raised his head, looked at the shadow of a few smaller crows in the sky, and recalled what happened in the second half of last night.

　　...

　　 "Professor Dumbledore?" Nelson, who withdrew his hand from the beard's nose, had a terrible tone. He turned his head and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Nall, I just helped you do what you want to do." Dumbledore smiled bitterly. "Look, the murderer has paid the price, and you don't have to sit in the Wissengamore's trial bench. "

"You killed him." Nelson didn't listen to Dumbledore's words. He just looked at Dumbledore's blue eyes motionlessly and calmly, and shook his head as he said, "No, it's me, it's my curse. , Muggles can't bear this kind of pain."

"Nall, why are you so troublesome? Leave it to me. Go back to Hogwarts and study. That will be your forever home." Dumbledore continued to smile. I’m afraid it’s difficult to cast a true heart-piercing spell. It requires not only strong emotions, but also—"

"No, Professor Dumbledore," Nelson interrupted him again. "When two or more spells are hit on a person, you can't tell which one will eventually come into effect. It should be much clearer than me."

Dumbledore's face turned pale, he heard that it was a sentence of heartbreaking, Nelson seemed to be holding a dagger on his heart, and he could only swallow the bitter fruit with trembling lips, the boy in front of him. It made him feel powerless about his life experience and ingenuity. He seemed to be full of energy and was about to rush into the abyss. He suddenly realized that he might be the real accomplice, and he also understood that many things could not be returned once they started. Head off.

　　 "Professor, I can't go back anymore."

　　...

"No, Tom, I can't go back anymore." Nelson made the same answer. He watched the crow go away, but comforted the frowning Tom. "Jonas has also been in peace, and he must also hope. We can be a little happier."

"Blame me, I shouldn't make you do this kind of thing." Tom sat down on the roof of Jonas’s neighbor, bowed his head and fell into deep annoyance. Tom always matured to even a little cold. The image of a teenager appeared in front of people, but at this time, he finally exposed the fragility in his heart. His slender and thin hands were deeply inserted into the half-length hair, tears wet his shoes and knees. And dry ground, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be..."

"I just don't go to school, and I didn't go to death with Jonas." Nelson grinned, sat next to Tom, reached out his hand and rubbed Tom's hair into a mess. This used to be Jonas's favorite thing to do. , "Aunt Bella also agreed, and my application has been mailed away. What use do you think these are useful for!"

　　 "Where can you go if you don't go to school?" Tom whispered.

"I want to walk around Europe and take a look." Nelson sighed, staring at Jonas' tombstone. "At least I can't read books now. I want to walk around. I have too many answers. I want to pursue it."

"Good boy, really good, can I sit here?" A male voice with a heavy nasal voice interrupted the conversation between the two. Nelson raised his head and saw a tall and thin figure looking at him in backlight. His head was bigger than that. The average person was older and looked like a lollipop. Nelson squinted his eyes and saw that there was a thick bandage on his head.

　　 "Please." Nelson shrugged and moved his **** to make room. "You don't need to ask me, I'm a villain, you can ask this..."

He stretched out his hand to the tombstone beside him. The deceased wrote a long epitaph for himself, and his family seemed to have not come to sweep it in a long time, making the whole tombstone look muddy, and he barely identified the owner of the tomb. His name, he couldn't help but pouted. It is indeed a surname widely distributed in the UK. You can meet his family at any graveyard, and continue to say, "Mr. Williams."

　　 "I just pretended that he agreed." The man leaned his cane on the vague tombstone, sat down with difficulty, and sighed while looking at Jonas' tombstone.

　　 "Sir? Are you still coming to see Jonas after all this?" Nelson asked as he patted Tom on the shoulder.

　　 "Oh, introduce yourself." The man straightened his leg in cast, and gasped, "Hi, my name is Heinke, Heinke Roentgen."

　　 "Mr. Roentgen?" Nelson reflected the identity of the person who came. He was the editor-in-chief who was attacked with Jonas on the street yesterday. "Aren't you seriously injured, why..."

"That was the injury that was examined yesterday." Mr. Roentgen took a peek and found that there was no one around, so he tremblingly took out a pack of cigarettes from the briefcase in his arms, and drew it out with his hand wrapped in gauze. One, because his fingers were too thick to light up. Nelson took out the lighter Aberfors gave him and lit the cigarette for him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com quickly took it and took a sip. , I came back to my senses and realized that we need to smoke at this time, but when I saw Nelson’s young face, he withdrew his hands angrily, "I just shed more blood. It’s really unfortunate. We two chatted on the street. , Just because we are Germans, we have to get a knife."

　　 He cursed, while continuing to flip through the briefcase with difficulty, he took out a stack of envelopes from it.

"Are you the nephew of Jonas? Nelson Wiltning Williams?" After hearing the affirmative answer, Mr. Roentgen threw the stack of envelopes into Nelson's arms, grabbed his cane and stood up with difficulty. Nelson Hastily put down the envelope to help him.

　　 "No need." Mr. Roentgen waved his hand and pointed at the stack of envelopes, "Jonasto, I saved this for you, but if it's not complete, I'll add something to you."

"Child." Nelson felt a heavy head. He raised his head and found that Mr. Roentgen was rubbing his hair with his fat-wrapped hand. "Jonas is a recognized good person. We are very sad when this happens. Let's change the sorrows."

　　 "Thank you," Nelson nodded, watching Mr. Roentgen limping away from the back, flipping through the envelope in his hand.

　　 Although there are many envelopes, they are only a thin stack to the touch. On each envelope, a single word written in Jonast’s name is used:

　　 go to school, fall in love, get married, first child, second child, first round-the-world trip at the age of twenty-four, buying books...and the last "eat, drink and play" with very different handwriting.

　　 Nelson opened the "school" envelope, and a thin bank stub fell out of it-Jonas left nothing for himself.

　　 Nelson hugged his knees, curled up, and buried his head in his arms like Tom.