My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Let's go, you two, let's have dinner with the children." Mrs. Cole stood up from behind her desk, and glanced at the camera hanging on Nelson's chest, "Are you taking this to take a photo with everyone? "

"Yes, Mrs. Cole." Nelson took a step forward and opened the door for her, while Tom waited at the door and made a gesture of "please go first".

"Is there any taboo? The flash of this camera is not dazzling, in fact, it will not affect the vision with your eyes open." Nelson repeated the lines of the boss when he was promoting the product.

"It's nothing..." When passing by Nelson, Mrs. Cole turned her head and took a deep look at him. These two children who were still babbling when they first arrived, have now grown into teenagers who are as tall as her. "I mean, it's probably the only photo some of them will ever take in their lifetime. I hope your skills are better."

Nelson twisted a knob on the camera, recalling Youngor's instructions in the store, which, he said, allowed the film to be adjusted back and forth between motion and stillness.

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"This magic camera uses profound alchemy, and the photos it takes often have magic powers that ordinary cameras do not have." Youngor demonstrated the simple buttons on the camera for him, "This is the shutter, this is... er, Anyway, just ignore this button, this knob can determine the form of the photo - motion or stillness, and these knobs are used to adjust the aperture, you may not know this, I will lock it for you, you just need to stand Take pictures here...uh..." He took a few steps forward and stood two or three steps away from the opposite shelf, "It's fine to take pictures from this far away."

"A moving photo is the result of a magic potion, but isn't a non-moving photo an ordinary photo?" Nelson turned the knob to the "quiet" side, pressed the shutter and took a picture at Youngor, a burst of white light and white After the smoke, the top of the camera spit out an ordinary photo.

"It's just an ordinary photo." He frowned, looking suspiciously at the embarrassing store owner, if it wasn't for the fact that the Polaroid was decades ahead of its time and the price was really cheap, he might have turned around and left up.

"I'm just a seller, not a manufacturer. Production, circulation and consumption are several different links that are difficult to intersect with each other. You know," the shopkeeper began to mess around. "But it has magic power, I promise, I open a shop It's definitely not about making money."

Nelson rolled his eyes, picked up the camera and prepared to pack up and leave. The shop is not for making money. He has heard this too much, just like Professor Sykes has already used the flying spell to attract Alphard's empty parchment. He would still say stubbornly, "I wrote it, but I didn't bring it!"; it was like going for a walk in the evening to buy oranges in a fruit store and asking the owner if they were sweet. When I got up, I still gave the thumbs up, and shouted while drooling: "Sweet! It's so sweet!" At this time, customers are often willing to pay, because it doesn't matter whether the oranges are sweet or not. Shockingly great performances are the key to his winning this deal.

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"Don't worry, I will take care of you."

Without saying a word, Mrs. Cole took another deep look at him, turned around and led the way, walked through the corridor, and pushed open a rusty wooden door with rusty hinges, behind which it was faintly audible. The noise was suddenly let out, shaking Nelson's head with a "boom", and as Mrs. Cole stepped in, the hall fell silent instantly.

It is said to be a hall, but it is actually just a slightly larger room next to the stairwell on the second floor. There are more than a dozen tables of different shapes densely arranged in the hall, some are tall round tables, some are short square tables, and some are wooden tables. Yoyo, the paint surface of some iron tables is peeling off, and the surrounding walls are covered with wallpapers with golden olive branch patterns on a white background - this is a relatively expensive decoration decades ago, but in this winter of 1938, only black and green mold Madara slowly oozes from under the wallpaper.

Around those tables, tall and short, big and small, there are a lot of children, tall and short, big and small, boys and girls, fat and thin, children of all colors, disabled and healthy children are scattered without distinction To be honest, such a scene can only be seen in an orphanage decades later.

Tom sniffled imperceptibly, and quickly returned to normal. Nelson also felt ashamed. Although he spent holidays like Christmas at his aunt's house, he lived here on weekdays and often He went to the restaurant to eat, but he came back after just over four months, and he couldn't stand the musty smell in the air here.

The children sitting around the table turned their heads to look at Mrs. Cole, looking expectantly, and noticed the two people beside her, looking at them with different expressions.

"Come on, look this way!" Mrs. Cole waved her hand and shouted, she turned around and asked, "Nelson, do you need me to ask the nurse to come in and take a picture?"

"No, you and Tom go clap, and I'll just sign on the back."

"I don't like taking pictures." Tom took the cloth bag full of chocolates from Nelson.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Cole shook her head with a wry smile, and stood at the back of the tables.

"Look at the camera, come on, smile!" Nelson pressed the shutter.

Mrs. Cole patted the shoulders of the two of them, and turned around to arrange today's dinner. They found a few people they knew before and walked to their table.

After being seated, Tom fiddled with the cloth bag Nelson got from him, and his expression sank. Although he was not well-versed in the world, he also noticed that the movements of the people who ate at the same table before moving the stools to make room were so rigid and unnatural. Although they had only been away from the orphanage for a few months, they seemed to be two people. people of the world. No, they have indeed become people from two worlds.

"Nelson Williams, I know you." A newsboy hat sitting across from Nelson slowly lifted up, and Nelson recognized that this was the thief who stole his wallet in the alley, and he blew softly Whistling, a little bee struggled to crawl out of the thief's pocket.

"Ah, hello..." Nelson was a little puzzled, how dare he take the initiative to greet himself.

"I moved into your room later, my name is Christian Jewell—" Christian, is it a girl? Only then did Nelson look at her carefully. Under the newsboy cap was dirty black curly hair, her pale face was covered with heavy dark circles, and there was a thumb-length scar running through her cheek under the lower eyelid of her left eye. Although she looked arrogant, But when looking at people, they don't look into their eyes. They just turn their faces to the left side and squint at the forehead of the person opposite.

"Okay," Tom interrupted Christian's speech. He threw the cloth bag on the table, got up loudly, and turned over the chair behind him. "We don't want to eat at the same table with thieves."

"Sorry." After Nelson apologized to the people at the same table in a low voice, he also got up and chased Tom. The people around him were almost indifferent, watching the farce.

"Why are you coming back?" Christian stood up and shouted at Nelson, "You think you're doing well? Just come and show us off?"

"Why should I listen to a thief preaching, it sounds disgusting." Tom walked back at some point and stood behind Nelson.

"Do you think I want to steal something?" Christian lowered his head, and when she raised her head again, she seemed hysterical. Nelson noticed a crack on the teacup beside her, and the surrounding air began to surge. He stretched out his hand Standing in front of Tom, he turned around and shook his head at him. When he got home, he wrote to Dumbledore to explain the discovery of the little wizard. This kind of thing should be left to professionals.

"Don't irritate her anymore. Young wizards with no magical education, especially Muggle-born wizards, can easily become reticent by mental stimulation." He whispered to Tom, who nodded and stopped talking.

"Stealing is bad." Nelson stepped forward, looking Christian straight in the eye.

"I know stealing is bad, but I'm the daughter of a liar, and I was born to steal, shouldn't I?" Her tone softened, but her words became more intense.

A blonde girl next to her tugged at her sleeve as if trying to stop her, and Nelson remembered that the girl, her name was Martha, who used to live next door to him.

"You know what, here, people like you are freaks."

Christian ignored Martha's dissuasion. She lowered her head and said such a sentence with an unwavering voice.

"You're sleepy, I'll come to you tomorrow, we'll talk tomorrow." Nelson suddenly said something strange to her, but she actually sat down and lay down on the table.

"Hurry up, I have to write an explanation to the Ministry of Magic later." He turned around and caught up with Tom who was approaching the door, and whispered.

"Nelson!"

Nelson and Tom are walking through the iron gate, looking at the camera in their hands, trembling, and making a continuous "click" sound of gears twisting, it seems that this group photo of many people will consume more paper and more ink generally.

Hearing his name, Nelson turned around and raised his eyebrows towards the dark courtyard in surprise. He looked at the small building, but there was no one by the window. He thought it was someone's prank, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the small courtyard A panting figure in a gray skirt squeezed out of the thick darkness.

Martha chased after them. This little girl who was originally as thin as bean sprouts and submissive in everything she did yelled behind the two of them, and soon she was holding her knees and panting heavily because of lack of physical strength.

"Nelson, you saved me, didn't you?" She straightened up and looked directly into Nelson's eyes. Although her face and hair were thin and yellow due to malnutrition, it made her eyes extraordinarily special. Big, these are a pair of black eyes that are more transparent than the midnight sky, as if they want to reflect everything in front of them.

She moved two steps closer, still looking straight at Nelson, but Nelson was a little afraid to look directly into her eyes, he avoided his gaze, and even took two steps back.

"They say you're a freak," pressed Martha, "but I know you're a good man!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Nelson muttered, walked through the iron gate, and left the orphanage as if fleeing.

After walking a certain distance, he turned and looked in the direction of the orphanage. There was a slender girl standing in the dim light under the window of the gatehouse. She seemed to be shouting something, but before those words flew here, they were torn apart by the wind. inside.