My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The afternoon before Christmas, London finally ushered in the long-lost sun. The run-down French neighborhoods in the outer suburbs also revealed a thriving energy. The capitalists were busy enjoying the family reunion days, and those in the city were braved in the past. The chimney of heavy smoke also came to a halt, and the air was much fresher. The window of Nelson’s room was wide open, and the beige curtains were drifting outside the window with the breeze. Nelson knelt down in his wardrobe and went to put his summer clothes in it. In such a good weather, even the wardrobe has a lazy warmth. Yangyang taste.

　　 "Gnar, this looks expensive."

Tom sat on Nelson’s bed, holding an open small box with a note of Tom’s name, holding a black gem in his hand, and playing with it. He squinted one eye and pinched the gem with his thumb and index finger. It was close to the eyes and directed at the sun. Under the sunlight, the black gems showed a vermilion luminous light. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that there was still a rose-red liquid flowing slowly in the gems, paved the room under the refraction of sunlight. A layer of psychedelic colors.

"This is amber, a kind of amber." Jonas' voice came from the door of the room. He was leaning against the door of Nelson's room. The sunlight hit his face from the window, and the sharp features became deeper. This German man with long gray hair and a thick moustache looks like a black-and-white photo in such a strong light and shadow, "Amber is a Polish specialty. Although this kind of relatively expensive, it is not very valuable in this age. , It's just strange."

　　 "Tom, this is your birthday present." Jonas grinned, "You can make it into a ring or some small jewelry. I think this color matches you very well."

　　 "Thanks...Thank you Uncle Jonas." Tom's cheeks were red, and he didn't know if it was the sun or it was red on its own.

"Come on, lads, go downstairs to eat." Jonas walked into the room and rubbed Nelson's head, who was sitting on the floor, rubbing his soft pale blonde semi-long hair into a mess. "Well, It looks more comfortable."

Nelson turned his head and looked at the mirror on the closet. His hairstyle at the moment resembled David Bowie's Martian visitor-a blonde teenager with messy hair had his head covered in orange-red by the sun, and he hung it around his neck. The small amber of the same color that he was holding was amused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a helpless smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He stood up on the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his hips, and walked downstairs with Tom on his shoulders.

"After He Newspaper applied for permanent residence in London, I would be eligible to adopt you." Jonas sat at the table and scooped mushroom soup into a small bowl. The creamy white soup was steaming. He took the first place. A small full bowl was placed in front of Bella, and he picked up the second bowl, "Seriously, I think some policies should be appropriately relaxed during special times. Today, when I went to the market to buy groceries, there were thieves all over the street. All of them are half-and-half children like you."

　　 "Jonas!" Bella gave Jonas a complaining look.

"Adopt us?" Tom took the soup that Jonas brought him, and said dryly as if without emotion, but Nelson saw that behind his pale face, the roots of his ears were already red to his neck, and it might be a while later. The back will turn red.

"Yes, you have had this plan since you were young, but you have been stuck with the fools of the city hall with their fools form...Oh, sorry Bella." Jonas brought another bowl of soup and brought it in front of Nelson. , Retracted the hand that had just been tapped by Bella with a spoon, "They are already big kids. I knew William II was an old man who couldn't do anything when they were their age."

　　 "Pump—" Nelson saw that Tom's neck had become flushed, he couldn't help laughing, and buried his face in the bowl.

"But if you want to study literature, or philosophy, or want to be a reporter, I can help you with your homework." Jonas poured himself soup, stirred it in a bowl with a spoon, and shrugged at Nelson and Tom. Shrugged, "But since you have become magicians, I can only read some fantasy novels to imagine for you."

"Many myths and legends are adapted from the history of wizards." Nelson wiped his face with a tissue, and explained to the side, "For example, the Great Master Merlin in the English legend is a real person who has existed in the Wizarding Council of Wissengamer. The medal is named after him."

"Oh? Really." Jonas raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I have been running around these years, but I have heard a lot of magical legends. Those stories may be true. This is really amazing!" He After thinking about it for a while, "No, I should have reacted sooner after I heard that you were admitted to the magic school, but this magic school sounds like the level of education is pretty good. I always thought that wizards don’t pay attention to humanistic education when they have magic. ."

　　 "Gnar is outstanding in the history of magic, and even Professor Dumbledore praises him for his knowledge and knowledge." Tom said proudly from the side, as if he was a good man in the history of magic.

　　 "The needle doesn't poke." Jonas looked up and rubbed Nelson's smooth hair again, "Well, it looks much pleasing to the eye!"

"But it's true that it doesn't pay attention to humanistic education." Nelson got up and followed Bella to return the empty deep soup dish to the kitchen, and helped her bring the last two dishes up. "We only have two sections of history of magic every week. In class, Professor Bins is still an old ghost who is old...if the ghost can be said to be old."

"Most people in class are sleeping." He put a big bowl of stewed vegetables and beef on the table. "Other than that, there are no subjects such as language and society, and even arithmetic and geography are not offered. ."

　　He and Bella were seated, and the four of them put the dishes and bread on their plates. "I heard that there will be ancient magic and arithmetic divination in the upper grades, but I feel that they may still be pure magic courses."

　　 "I wish everyone a good appetite." Bella raised the knife and fork, and the small family banquet officially began.

　　 "Divination? Do you know how to use tarot cards?" Bella asked curiously while cutting the steak. Women always seem to be more interested in content such as divination and testing.

"Anyway, our first-year divination class is just talking nonsense to a cup of tea dregs or a glass ball on a moldy pillow, predicting his death next week." Nelson muttered vaguely, chewing on a broccoli. With.

　　 "Some predictions are still very accurate, especially for those who are spiritual in this area." Tom defended the divination class. Although his level of divination was ordinary, he believed them very much.

"In history, there have been some masters of prophecy predicting the direction of some major events, but I think we use them as references at most, not superstitions. For wizards, it is not fate, but magic wands that can be trusted." Nelson Swallowed a piece of bread, "But if I can meet a prophecy master, I'm still willing to do the math."

　　 "You are right to think so," Jonas said eloquently, "There is a man in my hometown of Trier..."

　　 "It's alright, eat your meal." Bella tapped the back of Jonas's hand with a spoon again.

"Okay, okay, these are really not suitable for telling them, but—" Jonas turned around, stretched his arms sideways and fished out a book with cowhide cover from under the sofa cushions. "This is my interview in Poland. I bought it from a well-known witch in the local area."

"Witch? Isn't it a witch?" Nelson took the book curiously, and lay it on the table, looking at it. There were some patterns that seemed so mysterious and so mysterious that people thought they were trying to make a mysterious figure. Tom stretched his head over and glanced again. Retracted back.

"You are probably being deceived." Tom looked a little angry. "Wizards have secrecy laws and will try to hide their existence. Such people who say that they are wizards are generally liars, and she also said that she is a witch. , Not a witch."

Nelson flipped through this booklet quickly~www.NovelMTL.com~ and he saw that it seemed to explain a complete set of magic techniques. Although he didn't understand what this technique was, he felt that it was in this book. The content of is at least echoed and self-consistent. If it is written casually by a liar, then it is too detailed.

"I think this may really be a magic notebook, but it seems to be quite different from the magic of Hogwarts." Nelson frowned and realized that things didn't seem so simple. "Can this book be given to me?" "

"I thought it was fun, and I heard that someone had magic, so I spent a little money to buy it." Jonas leaned his fork on the dinner plate, leaned back, and swayed the legs of the two stools. , Began to recall his trip to Poland.

　　 "I met that witch in Krakow. Her name is Lorian Conalo. She looks not much older than you. She is a girl with golden hair and brown eyes..."

　　 "What are you doing so clearly?" Bella was knocking on the back of Jonas' hand again.

"Occupational disease, occupational disease, I am a reporter after all..." He retracted his hand in pain, sat down, and dropped the chair leg to the ground. "Her accent is very strange, with a puppy... Haha, she actually said that It's a dragon."

　　 "Hahaha!" Tom seemed to be poked with a smile.

"This witch is most famous for her potions. I heard that her potions are very popular in the local area. The local church is said to have visited her. I remember that the church did not particularly like to hang ignorant girls on fire in the Middle Ages. Roast? As a result, there is a true witch here, but they are persuaded..."

　　 "They are always bullying the soft and afraid of being hard." Nelson cleared the remaining vegetable leaves on the plate and agreed.

　　 "She said she fell from the sky and was looking for someone with magic, trying to find a way home."