My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Wow—"

　　 Nelson walked to the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain, feeling getting colder, he quickened his pace and tried to leave through the autumn wind.

The first ray of autumn wind is always encumbered with silence. It only took a moment to blow off half of the leaves on the mountain and flew them to another mountain. A red leaf nostalgic for the homeland was photographed on a telephone pole, Nelson Approaching the telegraph pole, he picked up the leaf that was in good condition and suitable for being caught in the book, revealing the yellowing missing person notice underneath. He fixed his eyes and found that he was looking for a girl named Lola Riddle. The little girl who looked weird, he couldn't help but uttered, "Missing in Greater London in 1932, she was three feet tall, with short black hair, and was wearing a red dress when she disappeared..."

"Probably Tom's relatives." Nelson raised his head and looked at the spacious and magnificent mansion on the opposite hill. You can see the busy servants in the building and in the courtyard from a long distance. Looking at the years of the missing person notice, it is estimated that The girl’s family also gave up looking for...

There was a lively scene on the hill on the opposite side, while the wizard village next to him looked sluggish. The homeless residents sitting at the entrance of the village all stared at him with vigilant eyes, clearly possessing the most advanced productivity of magic, but Live the life like a shabby settlement.

　　 "Change is a good thing." Nelson sighed, stretching out his wand.

　　 Soon, the knight bus stopped in front of him again.

　　 "Sir, may I ask..." The car door opened before the car stopped, and Erne Puran, a enthusiastic young man, leaned out again, "Oh, hello~ Is the matter finished?"

　　 "Yes, Mr. Plant." Nelson nodded, stepped into the car, and said casually, "As far as I know, the rider bus should be a hundred miles per hop, right?"

"Does Hogwarts even teach this?" Earn stared wide-eyed, closed the door behind Nelson, and said proudly, "The Cavalier Bus was on the road in the 1960s. It was the British Ministry of Magic at the time. The crystallization of collective wisdom, designed and manufactured by the Shafik family hired by the Ministry of Magic, costing a total of 50,000 gallons. At that time, everyone said that the then Minister of Magic, Dugard McFair was crazy, and there were some uncivilized ones. The pureblood wizard felt it was a Muggle insult and wrote to threaten him, but the Knight Bus paid for it in the second year alone."

　　 He looks like You Rongyan, as if the construction of this car also has its own part.

　　 "Of course, your fare is too expensive."

　　 "But it's on call and good service!" Erne looked proud.

　　 "So why can it reach me as long as I wave my wand," Nelson wondered, "but it takes me one night to get from London to Greater Hangleton."

　　 "Uh...maybe because of the need to differentiate and compete with Floo fans." Erngu said to him, "Sir, where are you down? Back to London?"

　　 "Yes, just go back to the place where I got in the car." Nelson put down a gold coin and found a place on the first floor by the window to sit and rest. "By the way, do you provide international services?"

　　 "It was okay before, sir." Erne retired and explained, "Now that the situation is a bit tense, we suspended this business."

　　...

In the cemetery in West London, Nelson was standing in front of Jonas’s grave. Not far away, the cross on the roof of the church was crowded with crows huddling against the cold. Suddenly the grass at his feet moved, and a huge snake head came out of it. .

　　 "Nagini?" Nelson knelt down and reached out to touch the smooth scales on the top of the Viper's head. "Have you stayed here all the time?"

　　Nagini nodded, and his huge body swam out of the grass and hovered in front of Nelson.

　　 "I want to stay with Jonas for a while, can you keep me here? I don't want other people to disturb."

　　Nagini nodded again, stretched out the slender letter, licked Nelson's palm, turned his head and disappeared into the grass.

When the surroundings were completely silent, even the crows on the cross closed their noisy mouths and quietly looked at the person in the center of the goal who hadn't moved for a long time. Nelson finally stood up and took out a black ring from his pocket. "I'm sorry, Jonas, but I really don't know what to do next."

"The arrogant second brother wanted to play with the **** of death, so he asked the **** of death to give him the power to recall the dead." Nelson held the ring and circled the ring pattern with his thumb, slowly using a tone of chanting a spell. Telling the story of the resurrection stone, "The **** of death picked up a stone from the river and gave it to the second brother, and told him that this stone has the power to recall the dead."

When his thumb turned to the third circle, a thick white mist suddenly appeared beside him and surrounded him tightly. He couldn't see anything in all directions, except for the one-meter-square white marble in front of him. Slate, the cemetery of Jonas.

　　 "The workmanship is good, isn't it?" Hearing the voice, Nelson quickly turned around, just in time to see Jonas walking out of the fog.

　　 "Sorry, Jonas." Nelson took a step forward and stopped again as he approached Jonas.

"I think you should be a strong kid." Jonas smiled. He was not angry that Nelson disturbed his long sleep. Instead, he stepped forward to hug Nelson, gently patted his trembling back, and said in admiration. , "Is this magic too? Gnar, you did not live up to my expectations."

　　 "This is not my magic." Nelson shook his head, freed his arms, and stared at the face of Jonas that he had only seen a few days ago. "I really don't know how to go on the next road..."

　　 "Nar, actually I know a lot of things now." Jonas smiled and blinked and pretended to say sternly, "You desperate kid, say! Where did you hide our house, Nal."

　　 "Hahaha." Nelson also laughed.

"I don't think you did the right thing, but it's not bad." Jonas grabbed Nelson's tight right hand and said seriously, "I'm sorry for letting you do this kind of thing. I think the elders shouldn't trouble their children. ."

　　 "Jonas...I should have realized it earlier, but there is a remedy!" He lifted his right hand, revealing the black ring in his palm.

　　 "Gnar, I think you know what it is." Jonas shook his head. "You also know what I am."

"Do not…"

"Nell, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws. This is irreversible." Jonas grabbed the ring in Nelson's palm and said sternly, "Resurrection... what a tempting word is that, but this vain thing always makes People are addicted. Gnar, often the most attractive and most accessible, is not a gift from God, but a test from the devil, do you understand?"

　　 "I...I don't understand."

"Haha, Nar, no matter who you are, you should always see more transparently than I do." Jonas picked up the ring inlaid with the resurrection stone from Nelson's hand, and the moment the ring left Nelson's palm , Jonas's figure also became blurred, "Actually, I think it's better to stay in school at an age like you. But I still said that-Gnar, do what you want to do. "

"You can go around where I have been, to see the real Europe, the real world, the real city, the real people." Jonas's palm became transparent, "If you are interested, you can help me Complete my unfinished business."

　　 "Be a poet?" Nelson looked sadly at Jonas's gradually transparent figure.

"Hahaha." Jonas laughed like he heard some nice joke. The ring passed through the completely transparent palm and fell to the ground. Nelson's eyes were attracted by the ring. When he raised his head again , Jonas has completely dissipated in the fog, and only his last sentence was left in the air, "You know what I said..."

Nelson picked up the ring and put it back in his pocket. The moment he held the ring, the surrounding thick mist rushed into his body frantically. Only for a second, he stood on the path in the cemetery again, as if Everything that happened just now was just a dream.

　　 "Quack—"

Nelson looked up and saw that the crows on the roof of the church seemed to be warm enough. They fluttered their wings and spread out. They seemed to be just small groups occupying the cross. UU reading www.uukanshu.com did not expect that they would actually fly in the sky. It's such a shelter from the sky! He lowered his head and suddenly saw a word on Jonas' tombstone.

　　 "Jonas Nicklaus is here"

These words were foggy and only Nelson could see. The corners of his mouth lifted up uncontrollably, took off his trilby and placed it on his chest, bowed to Jonas’ tombstone, and then packed himself. Easily walked out of the cemetery, jumped on a tram bound for the pier, and left.

Sitting on the tram, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he never thought of it, so he left it behind. When approaching the terminal, he took out the ferry ticket from his pocket and checked again-this cruise ship It is already his second ride, but before that, he needs to take a boat at the London dock to go downstream-the waters here are still not spacious enough to allow only shallow waterline boats to pass.

　　 "Woo—"

The pier was crowded with people coming and going. There were far more people disembarking than on the boat. Compared with the passengers with large bags and small bags, Nelson seemed too light and simple, and too solitary, but he He didn't care, and even reluctantly, he boarded the ship early, found a quiet place in the restaurant on the deck, and watched the dense crowds under the ship. Pickpockets proficiently walked among these outsiders. A middle-aged woman was scolding her. Daughter, and the little girl talked back while crying.

　　 "Woo—"

　　 The whistle sounded, the hull shook violently, and the hinges began to reclaim the rudder. He saw the captain patrolling the deck with a cigar in his arms, holding a fat cat in his arms—he gave a wry smile, and finally remembered what he had forgotten.

　　 "Let's go back and write a letter to Tom, I hope he won't starve to death." Nelson thought, turning his head and looking at the slowly moving shore.