My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Huh, that's really good." Aberforth took a long puff of the cigar in enjoyment, then poked his head out from the bar and said with a serious face, "Minors are not allowed to smoke."

"Don't worry, Mr. Aberforth, I don't smoke, and the lighter is only used to set fire," Nelson said, spreading his hands, "By the way, this lighter is also a magical creation, and you gave it to me, so the fire cannot It's a non-magical fire."

"Uh..." Aberforth's face immediately collapsed, and it seemed that even the cigars were not high-end in an instant, and he immediately changed the subject, "Nelson, by the way, I have your student status materials here, I will wait I'll get it for you."

"Trouble you." Nelson nodded, sitting in front of the bar, watching Aberforth's back as he walked towards the back door, and fiddled with the delicate ice chisel on the bar.

After a while, Aberforth came out of the back door with a kraft paper envelope. This time he was holding a cigarette with a much rougher wrapper in his mouth. He threw the envelope on the table, and motioned for Nelson to pick it up.

"By the way, boy," said Aberforth, puffing out smoke rings, "I'm not repeating the old story, and I don't intend to poke your scar, but this is the first time we've seen each other after so long."

"Yes." Nelson put down the ice pick and nodded seriously.

"I want to show my respect to you." Aberforth lowered his head, glanced at the door secretly, whistled lightly, and said cheerfully, "You have done something I have never dared to do."

"Take refuge in Grindelwald?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"No, I believe you can see what kind of dangerous person he is," Aberforth found a polished glass from behind the bar, filled it with Flame whiskey, and lit it with Nelson's lighter He said, taking a sip, and said vaguely, "I've always wanted to toast you, Nelson, although I often speak ill of Albus to you and even broke his nose, I still can't really resist My brother, in my heart, I have always felt that he must have some last resort... After all, he is my brother - but you are different, you are a person who dares to resist authority."

Nelson sat quietly at the side, sipping lemonade, and listened carefully to Aberforth's story about the happy and harmonious life of his family when he was young. Although the poor family was distressed, it was also warm. When Albus brought himself When his friends came to visit, he and Ariana went to the hillside to herd the sheep. These sheep were also important members of the family and helped them through many difficult times.

After Nelson refilled two glasses of water, Aberforth's voice gradually dropped, and after a while, a rhythmic grunt came from behind the bar.

Nelson opened the trap door, helped the drunk Aberforth out, put the lighter back in his pocket, and helped him walk to the room connected by the back door.

Pushing open the door, there is a small living room with a decoration style very similar to the paintings on the walls of Dumbledore's office. A half-person-high picture frame is hung in the middle of the wall. Nelson saw a young long-haired girl walking out of the painting. Peeking out, looking worriedly at Nelson's drunken brother over his shoulder.

Nelson nodded at her, sent Aberforth into the inner bedroom, then closed the door of the Pig's Head Bar, and walked towards Hogwarts with the brown paper envelope containing his student status information.

Climbing up a hill, the spire of the castle slowly emerged from the top of the hill. When Nelson stood on the top of the hill, he could already see the whole picture of Hogwarts Castle in the distance in the mist. The endless lake, this vast campus gives people an unpredictable sense of mystery. This feeling was felt by Nelson when he came for the first time. This time, he came back after a long absence, and this feeling is even stronger. strong.

Nelson took a deep breath, calmed down some nervous emotions, looked back and forth, and found no one around, he smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his hands and walked forward.

Hogsmeade, as a place for Hogwarts students to spend their weekends, is naturally not far from the school. It only took Nelson more than ten minutes to climb over this small hill and stand on the covered bridge leading to the campus.

"Huh... It's the first time I've come to school from this place." Nelson poked his head out, looking at the bottomless abyss under the covered bridge, taking a deep breath while moving forward, and soon arrived at the school gate.

When he was raising his hand to ring the doorbell, the door opened with a "squeak".

A short, middle-aged man appeared in front of Nelson with a fog lamp in his hand. He easily opened the door to a gap big enough for a carriage to pass through. He tilted his head and looked at the dusty Nelson in front of him.

"Mr. Auger." Nelson took off his hat and bowed his head in greeting.

"Nelson Williams." Ogg's gruff voice came, he snorted, turned around, and there was a crisp sound of keys colliding on his body, he turned sideways, motioned for Nelson to go in, and said, "Professor Dumbledore asked I'll wait for you here, but you're on time."

"Excuse me," Nelson said as he entered the school gate, "Actually, I can come in by myself."

"Students returning home should go through the gate," Ogg said with his cold and rude expression, closing the gate behind Nelson and fastening a huge lock on it, "I sent you out in person. Those at the school gate, I didn’t expect to go out this trip and come back three or four years later.”

"I didn't expect that either." Nelson smiled.

Ogg didn't speak until he brought Nelson to the edge of the Black Lake, hooked a boat with a long pole, and said, "Anyway, just come back."

Nelson froze for a moment, stepped onto the boat, and said, "Thank you."

"I didn't do anything." Ogg shook his head and approached the castle with a boat. "The Black Lake is becoming more and more unsettled..."

As the boat approached, Nelson could finally see the whole picture of the castle clearly. Four towers supported the main building in the center, and several people were standing in front of the gate in the middle.

Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the men.

There are two girls standing on the far left. One is tall, with long black hair and a beret. The gold and red badge is shining brightly in the sun. The other is a little short and looks far away. Can't see very clearly, only a pair of round eyes are very eye-catching.

Standing on the right is a pair of brother and sister. Except for Alphard's big shiny bald head, which surprised Nelson, the two haven't changed much in the past three years.

Among them, surrounded by a black-haired boy in a black robe, seeing Nelson approaching, he raised his arm slightly, and suddenly thought that he should be more reserved, so he put his hands behind his back and pointed at Nelson's face. The direction nodded slightly.

"Tom!"

Nelson smiled and called out his name.

In the empty campus, the shout was unusually loud and clear, causing ripples on the calm water of the black lake. Nelson took a step forward and stood on the bow of the boat. Ogg was trying to put the boat on the pier, but it was still a while away. distance.

Nelson stretched his hand down, and the hemp rope wrapped around the wooden post at the bow flew into his hand. He grabbed the knot and swung it forward. As if consciously, the rope climbed up the pier and hooked the wooden post nailed there. Seeing this, Ogg pulled the rope and pulled hard, and the boat quickly approached the pier.

"Bang—" the side of the boat hit the pier.

Nelson jumped onto the pier, and the whole wooden pier shook. He turned his head and said, "Please, Mr. Ogg."

"Go, I'll go first." Ogg shook his arms, loosened the knot, and swam back with the boat.

Nelson nodded, turned around, and walked towards the castle.

The Black Lake is very close to the main entrance of the castle, but Nelson walked for three full years for this distance that couldn't be closer.

"Hey, Tom," he stood at the door, standing in front of the five people who greeted him, his eyes flicked across these familiar and unfamiliar faces, and greeted one by one, "Walburga, Alphard, Christian... and There's... Mettle?"

Tom looked at the guy in front of him who had only heard his voice for so many years but never saw him, clenched his fists bitterly, and was about to open his mouth to say something, when suddenly, a fat black figure rushed out from behind him , before everyone could react, they slammed into Nelson's belly!

Nelson was staggered, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.

Tom stepped forward quickly and held him.

"What?" Nelson opened his eyes and saw Tom holding him up in front of him, feeling his stomach churn. He lowered his head and saw the arrogant "culprit" under Christian's feet - a fat tabby cat with a funny question mark painted on his face, he rubbed his belly and said hello, "Hello, question mark. "

"Meow..." The question mark turned his head away from looking at him, but Nelson bent down with a smile and hugged it in his arms.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked in a low voice as he looked at Nelson's stomach, and the thousands of words he had prepared earlier were useless.

"It's okay." Nelson put his arms around Tom's shoulders, "The big deal is that Miss Joy can get me a golden stomach."

"Hahaha," this joke that only the two of them could understand made Tom laugh out loud. Several people around him stared at him inexplicably. Looking at him, seeing that the guy in front of him was intact, he nodded in satisfaction and said, "Alphad just bet me that you will be late."

"Why?" Surrounded by everyone, Nelson walked into the castle. He asked curiously, "I think I should always have a sense of time."

"Didn't you say that the Hogwarts Express has been searched by dementors recently?" Tom shrugged, but couldn't help but patted Nelson on the shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you? Why have you shrunk?"

"?" A question mark slowly got angry from the top of Nelson's head, and the question mark in his arms also raised his head. The two question marks came together to express Nelson's doubts. You have grown twenty centimeters taller, your growth rate is abnormal, I suspect that you have illegally used Bone Spirit."

"Hmph, so you haven't shrunk," Tom shrugged, put his arm on Nelson's shoulders, and led him towards the Slytherin lounge.

"By the way, I brought you a present," Nelson whispered to Tom mysteriously, "You will be pleasantly surprised."

After a while, several people walked to the door of the Slytherin lounge talking and laughing. Along the way, everyone curiously asked about the anecdotes about Nelson's going out for several years, but tacitly did not mention what happened three years ago , Standing at the door of the lounge, Tom began to chase people away, "Gnar just came back, he needs to rest."

He nodded earnestly, as if there was such a thing.

"Okay," Walburga dragged his brother away, turned his head and said, "I'll see you at dinner, I've prepared something delicious for you."

Christian wanted to say something, but was also pulled away by Mettle. Nelson noticed that she didn't talk to Tom much along the way. After watching the four of them leave, he asked Tom curiously, "What's the matter with you? ?in argument?"

"Who knows? Maybe the little girl has reached the rebellious stage?" Tom shrugged, followed Nelson to the bedroom, and said indifferently, "But it's not important, by the way, where is your luggage?"

"How can this not be important? The relationship between siblings is still very important." Nelson opened the bedroom door, took out a few small balls from his pocket, threw them on the bed, and introduced triumphantly, "The traceless stretching spell and the transfiguration technique use."

Several suitcases appear on Nelson's bed.

He held a half-painted red ball, handed it to Tom, and said, "This is a gift from me. It was originally intended for Senior Newt, but he has that magic box, and I think it's also a gift." No need for this."

"What is this?" Tom took the ball and looked at it in his palm.

"This thing can hold some magical animals that are inconvenient to carry around... er, or blood cursed orcs." Nelson picked up Tom's bedside water glass and changed it into a different one. He poured a glass of water and took a sip while saying, "You say you forget about throwing her in the cemetery. She watched the grave there for three years."

"Nagini?" Tom looked at the ball in his hand, and then visually surveyed the size of the dormitory. He put away the idea of ​​putting it here, looked up at Nelson, and asked seriously, "You How have you been for a few years?"

"Don't you know? We communicate frequently." Nelson leaned his back on Tom's forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"Bah!" Tom turned his head away from Nelson's black hand, grabbed it, and continued to ask, "Of course I can see that you are healthy. I mean, in other respects, you won't have trouble with OWLs, right?"

"That's not the case," Nelson shook his head. "It shouldn't be a problem for me, but some stories may not be finished in three days and three nights... I really want to tell you well."