My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Woo..."

Nelson walked out of the gate of King's Cross Station, wrapped his tartan coat tightly, and the siren sounded one after another behind him. This was Nelson’s second seeing off today. Tom went to Hogwarts, Bella went back to France, Jonah Si is like a rope connected to a stranger, he is broken, and everyone is leaving this sad place.

　　 sent Bella away, and he was the only one left in the huge London.

"Sir, all right." Nelson turned into a long and narrow alley next to the station. A group of street children nestled by the trash can in the alley swarmed up. They were surrounded by numb, yellow-faced faces. He was rushing to pray by his side. The tallest of them was only as high as Nelson’s shoulders. He looked at these people his age who had fallen to the streets to beg for life, froze in place, and reached into his pocket, but only touched a handful. Kanon.

"Sorry, I don't have any change." Nelson wrapped the scarf on his shoulders around his neck, put the hat in his arms on his head, covered his mouth with both hands and breathed, passing through the stray children who dared not approach. , Walked toward the depths of the alley.

　　 Compared to the difference between a wizard and a Muggle, the brightly-dressed themselves and the rags are more like people who are showing what two worlds are.

"Sir, okay." Although the group of vagrants didn't dare to approach, they still didn't intend to give up. They followed behind Nelson, begging constantly. Nelson looked up at the sky above his head that was squeezed by the buildings on both sides. Shaking his head, speeding up, and leaving without looking back.

By the time Nelson returned to his home, the sky was already faint. The neighbors who passed by occasionally saw him passing by and would step forward to comfort him. When Nelson walked to the door, he was exhausted by the communication with these kind neighbors. Up.

　　 He took off his gloves, took out the key to open the door, and stepped into this cold house.

　　 "I'm back." He habitually yelled while changing his shoes, but no one would answer him again.

Nelson sat on the sofa in the living room and lit the fireplace strenuously. The living room was a little more angry, waiting for the appointment with the police. He sat for a few minutes and couldn’t stay any longer. He got upstairs and walked into the study room to tidy up. Jonas’s manuscript comes.

　　 "Ding Dong——" When he put the last manuscript paper into the suitcase, the doorbell downstairs rang in good time. He walked downstairs unhurriedly, and the guests downstairs also waited patiently.

　　 "Mr. Williams?" Nelson opened the door, and the two policemen standing outside looked at him in amazement and asked, "Where is Mrs. Nicklaus?"

　　 "She's back to France," Nelson asked the two policemen to come in and sit down and poured two cups of tea. "We are French, and Aunt Bella doesn't want to stay here anymore, so I went back to my hometown."

　　 "Sorry, Mr. Williams." The young policeman nodded slightly, took out a stack of files from his briefcase and spread it out on the coffee table, "Another murderer has been found, but—"

　　 "What's the matter?" Nelson asked a little closer to the fireplace, rubbing his hands.

　　 "He... when we found him, he had already died of overdose." Another older policeman said, "Sorry, we couldn't give him a due trial."

　　 "Dead? Are you dead..." Nelson nodded, "If you die, die, it's retribution."

　　 "Yes, sir." The young policeman replied, "Then we will leave. Do you need to sort out this file and give it to you after the case is closed?"

　　 "No need." Nelson got up and shook hands with the two policemen. "I will see you off."

　　 "No need, no need." The older policeman picked up the file, dragged his colleague to the door, took off his cap when he was leaving the house, and bowed his head and said, "Sorry and change."

　　 "Thank you."

Sending off the police, Nelson returned to the room and took out the prepared luggage, a small suitcase. He inserted the wand that Tom gave him into the inner pocket of the coat and put his own one in the suitcase. , Opening the drawer to check for omissions, hesitating again and again, he put the cane that Jonas had left him between his elbows and went downstairs.

Sitting by the fireplace and opening the suitcase, Nelson threw the box containing Jonas's manuscript into it, fastened the buckle, went upstairs to check the doors and windows, went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, waving his wand and extinguishing the fire. A man sat in a daze in the quiet darkness.

When it was completely dark, he finally stood up, buckled the trilby hat on his head, picked up the box and walking stick and walked out, locked the door, turned and took a deep look at this small house-this house It is no different from the one next to it, but in his opinion, this is a beautiful house made of rose-colored bricks, with geraniums on the windows and pigeons on the roof...

　　 Nelson stood at the door, holding his wand and raising his arm, and suddenly, a dazzling white light illuminated the entire street.

　　 A bulging bright purple three-story bus stopped in front of him, the headlights under the front block shining on him so that he couldn't open his eyes.

　　 "Sir, where do you go?" The door opened, and a young brown-haired man wearing thick round glasses leaned out and asked enthusiastically.

"Good evening, Mr. Pran." Nelson leaned over, brushed his shoulders, boarded the bus, and went straight to the second floor. He stuffed the suitcase into the overhead luggage rack and looked for a leaning against his cane. Sit down at the window position.

The warm air in the car soon made him sweat profusely, so he had to take off his scarf and hat, take off his gloves and open his coat. He took out a ferry ticket from his pocket and saw that it was healthy, so he took it with confidence. Plug it back, this will be the starting point for his journey, but before that, he still has some important things to do.

　　 "Sir, where are you going?" The Cavalier bus shuddered slightly and began to speed up. Erne Plante climbed up to the second floor sweating profusely, and asked breathlessly while standing beside Nelson.

"Go to Little Hangleton." Nelson nodded, grabbed a Gallon from his pocket, and handed it to Erne Puran's hand. "By the way, are you stopping at Big Hangleton? That's from Little Hangleton. It’s not far, but I don’t think there is any mark on your road map."

　　 "Yes, sir," Ern Pran took over Garon and responded, "As long as the line passes through, we can park at any time. Of course, we can also park without stopping, as long as you add more money."

"Oh, yes, the place where Muggles gather is unacceptable." He added, as if he had just thought of it, "It's not a short distance from here to Great Hangleton. It is estimated to arrive tomorrow morning. You can go there for a night's sleep. child."

　　 "No, I'm not very sleepy." Nelson shook his head, "If I'm sleepy, I'll just squint here for a while."

　　 "Okay, would you like something to drink?" He started to sell by-products on the bus again, "There is still a lot left for this Garon to pay for the fare."

　　 "A cup of cocoa, hot cocoa." Nelson added, "It would be great if I could prepare a breakfast and a hot towel for me tomorrow morning."

　　 "Okay sir." Earn Plan stepped back, and soon came up with a cup of hot cocoa.

　　 "Are you a Hogwarts student?" Putting down the hot cocoa, he asked curiously.

　　 "Yes, but I dropped out of school."

"Oh." Suspension of school is actually a common occurrence in wizarding society. After all, some families always feel that schools cannot provide better environment and resources for magic education than family education. He added, "Sir, you Have you been to Greater Hangleton before?"

　　 "No, this is the first time."

　　 "Then you must be careful," Erne Plan said pretentiously, "there are no good people who live there."

　　 "Thank you, I will pay attention." Nelson took the cocoa, took a sip, and put it on the table, closing his eyes and closing his eyes to calm himself, and the car quieted down quickly.

In the early morning, before dawn, Nelson was awakened by another passenger who got on the bus in the middle of the night. His sleep was very shallow these days, and he had to wake up with only a little noise. He just leaned on the window of the car. Looking at the shining lights in the distance and the fast-rewinding scenery around, I waited quietly for the dawn.

But God finally didn’t confront him. The sky soon dawned. After washing, Gnar shrank in his seat and ate the sandwich that Ern had brought to him~www.wuxiahere.com~ After a while, Ern came again, "Mr. , You can prepare, Great Hangleton will be here soon, do you need me to help you take down your luggage?"

　　 "Oh? Okay, thank you." Nelson nodded with a sandwich in his mouth, and agreed vaguely.

"Is it this little suitcase?" After getting the affirmative answer, Earne straightened up and grabbed Nelson's suitcase. With a violent squeaking sound, he put Nelson's suitcase on the ground. "Good fellow, but It's really heavy, is this a non-mark stretch curse?"

　　 Nelson took a sip of milk and nodded.

　　 "You're so amazing." Erne exclaimed, "I haven't learned this spell after so many years at Hogwarts, haha, so I can only work as a conductor now."

　　 "You will be a driver in the future."

　　 "Then you dare to love it, it's your good word." Earne grinned and said, "Do you need me to help you lift the box to the first floor?"

　　 "No, thank you." Nelson swallowed the last sip of milk, wiped his mouth, and shook his head. "I always use the Levitation Charm to carry the box."

　　……

　　 Five minutes later, Nelson was standing at the entrance of a dilapidated village with a box. Everything here looks tattered. To what extent is it tattered? If Troca’s bar moved here, it might be called a mansion.

　　 "Why is the Wizard Village poor like this?" Nelson muttered to himself, and followed the path on the hillside next to the village to a more dilapidated house on the top of the hill away from the village.

About 50 meters away from the top of the mountain, the houses suddenly opened from the inside. A freak who looked like a savage with rough edges was standing at the door with a rusty knife, whispering in his mouth. Some unintelligible words.