My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The freak used the rusty knife in his hand to poke away the long hair that covered his eyes on the front of his forehead, revealing his face that looked like he hadn't been cleaned for a long time. From the physical shape, he should not be old, but dirty. The face under the messy long hair is covered with wrinkles, the dirt is hidden in these gullies, and the small and black eyes are a little far apart, looking in different directions.

He was a little confused. The person in front of him seemed to be young next year, but he felt that his age was not too young. Soon he stopped thinking about it. The genius brain created by the marriage of several generations of close relatives can no longer support him to think about such a complicated problem. .

He opened his mouth wide, his teeth had fallen in half, and the general stains were probably about to fall off. While shouting something, it sounded like an old dialect from somewhere, Nelson approached the dilapidated house, and the man pulled out from behind his waist. The wand, waving the wand in one hand and the knife in the other.

　　 Nelson took a closer look and saw that the knife was not rusty at all—on the contrary, it was sharper than most knives. What looked like rust on it was actually dried blood.

"Hiss...hiss." Nelson came closer, and then he could understand what he was talking about. His voice was rough and vague as if there was something in his mouth, and the voice passed through again. The leaky mouth with only half a tooth left is even more incomprehensible.

　　 "Snakeman voice?" Nelson realized that the people in front of him could not be judged by common sense. He spread his hands and signaled that he was not malicious, then took two steps back and said, "Are you Mr. Morfin Gunter?"

　　 "Hiss..." The man wielded the knife harder, and he didn't seem to understand what Nelson was talking about.

　　 Nelson was a little bored. He tried to remember the snake-like voice that Tom taught him last Christmas. "How are you saying? Hiss~?"

"Hiss~hiss", he tried to pronounce it, but he didn't learn it at that time, how can he master it now-naturally, he insulted the man in front of him in a snake-like voice, even though he didn't know the meaning of this sentence. what.

　　 "What?" The man dropped the knife, pulled his hair away with both hands, and stared at Nelson in shock. It turns out that he speaks English, but English is as hoarse and unsound as his snake-like voice, "You are pure blood!"

　　 "What?" Nelson was a little puzzled. For a moment, he thought that the lineage with the naked eye was the unique skill of the Gunter family, and he said again, "May you be Morfin--"

　　 "Yes! I am! You, a snake-like voice!" The man said excitedly, "You are pure blood!"

　　 "Actually, I can only say this." Nelson shook his head and looked at Morfin, who seemed to be in an abnormal spirit, and said sternly, "Mr Morfin, I'm here to visit you."

"What can I visit?" Morfin Gunter's sanity seemed to come back. He bent over to pick up the knife on the ground, put the wand back into his waist with great effort, turned and walked towards the house, and asked Nelson to face him. It is different from the cruel disagreement. The identities of the snake tongue and the pure-blooded wizard made Morfin inexplicably identify with him. He walked in front, Nelson followed behind him, and silently inserted his hands into the collar of his coat.

"Do you like it?" The two walked to the door. Morfin noticed that Nelson was looking at the live snake nailed to the wooden door. While struggling, it tore the wound bigger. The blood of cold-blooded animals was like this. The cold weather is getting colder, and the blood from the wound is about to solidify, "I can give it to you later."

　　 "Thank you, but no need." Nelson grinned stiffly and followed him into the room. The house was divided into three small rooms. The largest room they entered looked like a combination of a kitchen and a living room. There was a door and a door frame next to it. The room without a door frame was full of miscellaneous goods. There is a thick layer of dust on the floor, and the other room with a door should be Morfin’s bedroom-the inside of this house is as tattered as the outside, if it looks like a room from the outside, it’s about to collapse. From the inside, it is also the inside of a wooden shed that is about to collapse.

"Pure-blooded wizard, are you from the Ministry of Magic?" Morfin squeezed himself into an armchair next to the fireplace and set himself on fire, while holding the dirt in the wrinkles on his face, he lifted the dirty glass next to it. He took a sip of the liquid and couldn't see what it was, "Is it because I expelled the Muggle that violated my house?"

"No, it's not." Nelson found a relatively clean place on the sofa and sat down with his hands still in his arms. He shook his head and explained his intentions. "I am a cultural relics lover, you know, we are like this. People always inquire about things that others don’t know."

"I heard that Gunter is a great surname with a long history, so I found out here to take a look." Nelson pretended to inadvertently look at the surrounding environment, he found that there are many things in the room that look like tatters are antiques. "I have to say that even in such a temporary decline, you still maintain the demeanor of a pure-blooded nobleman. You are truly a direct descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin."

　　 "You know?" Morfin asked gruffly, his face and neck were already red, and it seemed that the quilt was filled with wine, or maybe it was because the fireplace was too warm?

　　 Nelson felt the chill in the room and wrapped his coat tightly, dispelling the idea.

　　 Morfin took another sip and asked, "Pureblood wizard, what is your name?"

"Me? My name is Igor Karkaroff." Nelson looked at the furnishings in the room like a true cultural relics lover, and exclaimed, "Really, Mr. Gunter, I am really I want to be relatives with you, but the lineage of the Gunter family is too pure! This is something that our other pure-blood families cannot do. By the way, I heard that there should be another person in your family called Marvolo Gunter’s elders, is he there?"

"Kakarov? Is it pure blood from Germany?" Morfin seemed to be appreciative of Nelson's evaluation of his pedigree, changed a comfortable position in the armchair, and then took a sip from the glass, carelessly He said, "He is dead, he died in Azkaban. And I don't have a sister anymore, and the pure blood of our family will be cut off."

"Oh, this is really regrettable." The slick look made by Nelson made him feel a little sick. He straightened up and said sternly, "Mr. Gunter, I am here mainly for this. thing."

"what?"

"I am willing to help you restore the glory of your family and lineage. In my opinion, you are ready for everything, only owe some money-and pomp." Nelson shook his head and said, his soft blond hair fluttered up and looked really like Is a rich pure-blooded nobleman, "And I, happen to have some spare money, I am willing to help you."

　　 Morfin opened his mouth and was about to say something, Nelson interrupted again.

"Mr. Gunter, I understand that being such a noble pure blood as you, you must not accept the charity of others." His eyes moved to Morfin's hand holding the wine glass, and finally found the ring, "So you You only need to pay for some useless handicrafts, and you can get the Jin Jialong you need most."

Although Morfin lacks intelligence, he is very keen. He immediately covered the hand that Nelson was staring at. Nelson said to his heart, "It's a bad thing," but he heard Morfin say loudly, "This cup can't be given to you! It's our family." The treasure, with it, you can drink a steady stream of wine!"

"No wonder he is so poor and still drinking." Nelson thought, his hanging heart finally fell, and he said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Gunter, I only want some useless things, such as this snuff bottle. This flower pot, oh, and the oil painting over there! Oh, it’s so beautiful. Give me these useless things, and you can get a hundred Jin Jialong."

　　 "They're not worth that much money." Morfin was sober for a while, he resisted the temptation and asked, "What do you want?"

"No, Mr. Gunter, you are very wrong. For collectors, the collection does not care about the price, but the hobby and the story behind it. I think in a family like Gunter~www.wuxiahere.com~ even if An ordinary armchair has a long history."

　　 "Yes, the chair I was sitting in, my mother used to--"

"So, Mr. Gunter," Nelson struck while the iron was hot. "If you don't want to take advantage of me, you might as well add a few more gadgets. How about this corkscrew? Oh no, you need it to open it. Wine bottle... well, let me think about it."

　　 Nelson moved his gaze to Morfin’s hand and licked his lips, "How about this ring? It just so happens that you have money and you can change yourself to gold."

　　 "This ring is a treasure of the Gunter family..."

"You believe this too?" Nelson shook his head regretfully, "How can a family like you take an obsidian ring as an heirloom? How can you say that you have to set some precious stones, and specify which of your relatives is? Stole the real ring and sold it."

　　 "Merope must have done it!" said Morfin viciously, and passed the ring to Nelson's hand in a daze, then turned around and sprinkled drunken madness towards the utility room without a door.

　　 "Fainted to the ground." A short red light flashed across this dilapidated house, and Nelson retracted his wand, walked to the side of Morfin lying on the ground and swung it again, "Forget it!"

　　 Then he picked up the ring and looked closely at his eyes. A shiny symbol was engraved on the smooth black gem: there is a vertical line in the circle, and the line runs through a triangle.

　　 Nelson put away the ring with satisfaction, took out the money bag and counted a hundred gallons, found a tattered cloth bag from the house, threw the money in, and stuffed it into the pile of debris in the utility room.

　　 "I hope you have the habit of cleaning regularly." Nelson picked up his suitcase and walking stick, put on a trilby, opened the door, and walked down the mountain briskly whistling.