My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar, wake up!"

The vague shouts in his ears woke Nelson up from his sleep. As soon as the two of them sat down, the magic bus entered into a kind of sudden rush. Nelson leaned his forehead on the window and took a bite Sipping the hot cocoa that miraculously did not spill while driving at high speed, I looked at the rapidly reversing scenery on both sides - the streets like revolving lanterns, bright windows flashing past, mailboxes and street lights dodging to avoid buses And the pedestrians who hurriedly regarded this rampant behemoth as nothing. This kind of wobbly driving will not only make people irritated, but also make some sensitive people dizzy and drowsy.

Nelson opened his eyes, rubbed his swollen eyes, and turned to see Tom sitting beside him with two cups in his hands.

"Thank you..." He straightened up a little weakly, leaned back on the chair and looked out the window. It was already daylight, "Where are we now?"

"I don't know, it's too fast to see clearly, but the conductor said it's coming soon." Tom raised the cup in his left hand, "Your cocoa, you look thirsty, do you want a sip? It's still hot. "

"Ah, okay." Nelson felt his mouth dry now, and reached out to take the cup and put it close to his mouth, thinking that Tom had held it for a long time after he fell asleep, "Sorry, I fell asleep without knowing it , thank you for taking the cup."

"Not long," said Tom, clinking his glass. "You see, it's still hot."

Nelson gulped down the cocoa in the cup. He felt that his dry mouth might be due to drinking this high-sugar drink before going to bed. At this moment, he felt like drinking poison to quench his thirst. Leaning against the car window.

Christmas has passed, and the highly developed capitalism has plunged the city of London into a fast-paced anxiety early. On the second day of the statutory holiday, most factories have resumed work. It is seven o'clock in the morning and the sun It hasn't fully popped out yet, but judging from the sky and the chimneys billowing smoke in the distance, many factories have been open for a while.

"It looks like today is another day of heavy fog." He looked at the white sky in the distance, and the morning sun could hardly penetrate the twilight that shrouded the city. It is not clear whether the fog or the smog haunting people's minds on the streets.

"Someday it won't be." Tom thought deeply.

Sitting on the second floor of the Knight Bus, Nelson can look down at the pedestrians on the road, all of them are wrapped tightly in old gray cotton coats, wearing hats and scarves, with an umbrella under their arm, so Depression? Not really, the people who wrote the beautiful pages are sleeping at this time, or drinking cocoa in the restaurant.

"Sir, do you need water?" The young conductor suddenly appeared in front of them like an apparition, and he stood aside holding two glasses of water with his wand, "Water is our free service, but if you pay One Sickle, you can get a fully automatic toothbrush and a towel, and you can go to the rear of the car to wash. It takes about ten minutes to reach Diagon Alley, drink this glass of water and wash your face, and you are ready to get off the car. "

"Okay." Nelson looked at Tom, shrugged, and handed out an empty glass and two silver coins.

...

"It's really good money." After getting out of the car, Tom stomped his feet on the ground, and the two looked very energetic.

"Fortunately, it's a service industry after all." Nelson looked around. Out of the need to avoid Muggles, the Knight Bus couldn't stop in front of the Leaky Cauldron during the day, so they made a big circle and stopped at the real Diagon Alley "I used to go around the block where the Leaky Cauldron is located. There is absolutely no room for such an alley, let alone Knockturn Alley next to it. I suspect that we will walk through the wall of the Leaky Cauldron" Sometimes, it might be through a process like touching a Portkey or going through a Floo network."

"Maybe, but what does that have to do with us?"

"That's true."

Different from the sameness, seriousness and tension on the streets of London, Diagon Alley is filled with all kinds of weird wizards and various shops. The only thing in common is that they are all interesting, even things that were originally boring, in such an interesting place. It's more interesting in the environment. The sky above the head is clear and blue. It can be seen that this place is far away from London. The residential area opposite the alley is full of wizards in wizard robes. It seems to be a wizarding community. Several old men are wearing sportswear and seem to be from the Napoleon era. The handed down stockings were jogging on the side of the street in the morning, and when they passed by the two, they turned their heads to threaten them.

"Hey! Boys, what are you doing standing there, you have to move, or you will regret it when you reach my age!"

"What are they?" Tom asked in bewilderment after the old men ran past. "What are they wearing? What are they doing?"

"..." Nelson tried his best not to think about the scene just now, "Let's go."

Diagon Alley became lively early on. Vendors carrying wooden boxes were hawking on the street, weird men in cloaks were running around in front of passers-by, and an old witch who was setting up a stall was even selling herself to them. talisman.

"Two little brothers, do you want to see this amulet made by Merlin himself? It can effectively repel werewolves and vampires. I don't want too much, just 80,000!"

"You'd better sell it to Bella Swan!" Nelson shouted at him, turning to Tom in a low voice, "Can't she see that the stall next to her is a vampire?"

The old witch who set up the stall stood up and asked who Bella Swan was, but unfortunately the two had already disappeared in the crowd of people.

"Uh... To be honest, I didn't see it either."

"Oh, you may not have seen that," Nelson explained to Tom, seeing that he was a little embarrassed. "Although the difference between a vampire and a wizard is very slight, you can still see it if you look closely. There are a few—"

"Okay, okay," Tom quickly changed the subject, pointing to a tall woman carrying a birdcage across the street, "Do you think that woman looks like Mrs. Cole?"

"Oh... my god, it really looks alike." Nelson looked at it for a moment, and saw that the two had already walked to the door of a pet store, "Let's go and have a look, and buy you a toad or something."

Tom doesn't look like he wants to set foot in the door of the pet store: "I don't—"

"Hey! You two! It's not a good habit to talk about her looks behind other people's backs." An unhappy-sounding female voice thought behind them, and Nelson turned around to see the tall woman with the bird cage standing Behind them, she was wearing a purple top hat, her black hair was tightly tied into a ponytail, and a pair of black eyes were domineering under her straight eyebrows that pierced upwards. Her facial features were extremely three-dimensional, and her cheekbones and bridge of nose were especially high. The facial features are easy to make people look mean, but when put on her face, it will only show that this is a vigorous person-in fact, she is indeed vigorous, and it can be seen from the fact that she crossed the street to ask questions. Nelson even doubted that the next In seconds she would take out her wand and yell at him and Tom, "By the way, who is Mrs. Cole?"

"Sorry, ma'am!" Nelson saw that a corner of the black cloth covering the birdcage was lifted by the wind, and it turned out to be a vulture inside. People who can play with this kind of bird are generally not good at it, and his desire to survive burst out Come out, "Mrs. Cole's a famous beauty over there, isn't she, Tom."

"Yes." Tom looked indifferent, and even saw that the person was a little eager to try, and he had the momentum to take out his wand and start a fight.

"Okay." She nodded, watching the two, "You are students of Hogwarts."

Just as Nelson was about to answer, the joy of finding a treasure suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she looked at Nelson with scrutiny, "You are that one! That...Nal Williams!"

"My name is Nelson Williams, are you our senior?" He didn't remember knowing such a person.

"It's almost the same, my name is Augusta, I know you, are you that Minerva's kid?" She said to herself, "That's right, I always said she can't talk to Muggles in love."

"Uh, let me interrupt." Tom really didn't know what this person was talking about, so he interjected, "Are you talking about Minerva McGonagall from Gryffindor?"

"Yes, I often see them together."

"That's just learning Transfiguration," Nelson explained.

"Is there any difference?" Augusta's thinking seemed to be wrong.

"With all due respect, if Nelson Williams and Minerva McGonagall can get together, I won't be surprised that Gnar will suddenly marry Professor Armando Dippet tomorrow." The idea was amused, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Sorry, sister, we still have something to do, so we're leaving first." Nelson, who couldn't stand being choreographed by the two, pulled Tom away, "I'll ask you for advice when school starts!"

"Okay, I'm going to find Minerva too, goodbye." Augusta shrugged and joined the crowd.

...

"What time does that person arrive?" Tom and Gnar have already walked half the street, and they are sitting in Sheldon's cold drink shop eating, and there are piles of bought things that cannot be mailed at their feet. hot drinks, so the place is still overcrowded, "I really don't know, is it so difficult to take the train to London, find a hotel for a night's sleep, and then take the train to Hogwarts? And he also knows where Diagon Alley is, Is there really a need for someone to pick it up?"

"It's really unnecessary. Is that what Albus told you? He always likes to pick and choose people who are mentally handicapped." A man in a khaki coat with mud-stained leather boots said Sitting next to them, Nelson raised his head and saw his tired face, the stubble that hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and the messy chestnut hair on his head. "You are Nelson, right? Have you brought anything?"