My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Minerva, why don't you take your friend to your house first?"

The woman rubbed Mag's hair and said reproachfully. Then, she looked at Nelson, pursed her lips and smiled, "My name is Isabel, and I'm Minerva's mother."

Isabel has the same alert and bright eyes as Mag. Her eyes are sharp, and Nelson, who is under scrutiny, feels like he is back in the first grade. The first time he saw Mag sitting on the tree stump by the black lake, her She is even shorter than her daughter, but she can hold Mag tightly in her arms. She has slightly curly long brown hair hanging behind her back. Although she is not young, her waist is still straight, and she wears an old-fashioned style The cleanly starched clothes were matched by her, and they also gave off a sense of fashion.

It seems that she is much younger than her actual age, even though her skin has been blown dull by the cold wind in the Scottish Highlands, even though there are many wrinkles on her face, even though the silver threads hidden in her long hair can no longer hide the sun's rays. Reflective, but she still retains a young, Ravenclaw heart.

This is a woman who lives in a difficult life but takes her time and does not give up her exquisiteness.

"Mrs. McGonagall, it's an honor to meet you. My name is Nelson Williams, and I'm Minerva's junior." Nelson stepped forward and nodded slightly at the woman, "Minerva often mentions you to me, You are indeed a lady as beautiful as she is."

Mag turned his head and gave Nelson a strange look.

"Oh! So you are Nelson." Isabel raised her eyebrows, with a look of surprise on her face, let go of McGonagall, and greeted Nelson to the village behind her. "When she told me about my life at Hogwarts, I always think of you too."

"Really?" Nelson followed Isabel and walked into this quiet village. Not far away, the stained glass of the church reflected the sunlight leaking through the clouds, dyeing the whole village in fairy-tale and dreamy colors. "Mrs. McGonagall, Minerva has already scolded me often."

"Hehe, where would that be?" Isabel covered her mouth and smiled, "She likes to praise you. According to him, you are the student with the best talent for transfiguration at Hogwarts after Dumbledore. Of course, seeing After your Animagus, I think her evaluation is a bit conservative."

"You're overrated," Nelson scratched his head with a blushing face. He looked like a first-grade pupil who was praised by the teacher. He was staring at the backs of the two of them in shock at the expression of Mag, who was left behind. Nelson was connected with the guy who called the professor by his first name every day in school and threatened others like a black wizard not long ago. She followed up blankly, just hearing Nelson's extremely natural compliment, "Actually, I I was always mischievous at school, thanks to her teaching, I was able to avoid being expelled safely, and speaking of it, when I was punished to clean the honor showroom last time, I saw a trophy with your name engraved on it!"

"Really?" Isabel asked in surprise, she looked several years younger when she asked this sentence, "Is it the Quidditch Cup?"

"That's right!" Nelson clapped his hands and said, "You used to be the captain of Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, didn't you? Actually, when I first went to Hogwarts, I heard about Minerva's She plays Quidditch very well, but it's a pity that I didn't have the chance to see it, but now I finally understand where her Quidditch talent came from, it turned out to be your inheritance."

"Hehehe." Isabel covered her mouth and laughed again. This witch, who was squeezed into thinness by the life of hiding and heavy burdens, now glowed with youthful vitality. A gust of wind blew her long hair. At this moment, she It looked like she was galloping in the sky on a broomstick, she waved her hand, and said modestly, "Minerva's Quidditch is much better than mine, and there was even a team that wanted to ask her for a trial training .”

"It's a pity that I was knocked off the broom by you Slytherins," McGonagall squeezed between the two, and gave Nelson an indistinct look, as if he was getting angry at him for stealing his mother's attention. He said, "Otherwise you will have a chance to see the style."

"Minerva!" Isabel rubbed McGonagall's hair reproachfully, looked at Nelson and said, "So you are from Slytherin? I always thought you were a student of Ravenclaw."

"I'm Slytherin, but I've always felt that every house is the same, except that the Slytherin lounge is a bit too humid," Nelson shrugged, "You see, Minerva is a Gryffindor, But she's smarter than most Ravenclaws I've ever met."

"What a nice boy."

Isabel smiled and nodded at Nelson, and Mag was also a little comfortable with this flattery, and narrowed her eyes like a cat. Suddenly, she noticed a little loophole in Nelson's words, "Wait Wait, you said most—"

"We're here." Isabel interrupted Mag's questioning, and the three of them stood still in front of a cozy stone hut, "We're here."

The chimneys on the roof were emitting smoke, and the two of them caught up with their meal.

Nelson looked at this small but full of life atmosphere. Several onions were planted in the gaps in the garden, and the soil was just turned over inside. A row of flower pots were placed on the windowsill in order from small to large, with A few heathers that are still in full bloom look like they were picked up from the meadow at the foot of the mountain, but they are neatly inserted and just watered. The purple color adds a touch of color to the single-colored house.

In the corner of the garden was a crooked kennel, like a building block built by a child. It was very clean, and it seemed that its occupants were no longer there, but there was no dust on the kennel, and someone should have cleaned it frequently.

A string of blue wind chimes hung in front of the wooden door of the hut, and two rusty coats of arms hung at the bottom, which were the red Gryffindor and the blue Ravenclaw, which should be treasured by the mother and daughter. school days.

"I haven't been to a wizard's place for a long time," Isabel said to Nelson apologetically, "Minerva didn't even say that friends are coming, so we can only entertain you with some ordinary things."

"It doesn't matter," Nelson happily touched a cane that climbed up the small garden gate, "You don't know, when I was in London, I used to cook and eat by myself, and my sense of taste was almost destroyed by myself."

Seeing Nelson's exaggerated expression, Isabel covered her mouth and laughed again, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes became more and more obvious, "If Mag had a funny friend like you, she wouldn't be like this now, looking like a little adult all day long. "

"I'm already an adult!" McGonagall said with a puffy face, "I'm a teacher now, mom, and Nelson is still a student."

"In the eyes of mother, you will always be a child, my dear," Isabel pinched Mag's face affectionately, and pushed open the garden door, "Nelson should be graduating soon, maybe you can still be a child in the future." colleagues."

Nelson gave them an envious look.

"Child, do you want to be pinched too?" Isabel smiled and stretched out her hand.

"No, no, thank you." Nelson waved his hands again and again, and Isabel was stunned by the speed of the jumping back.

"I'm already the professor of Transfiguration, what am I doing here!"

"Actually, my job application intention is to be a professor of the history of magic." (Isabel: Merlin's boots turned out to be history of magic!)

"Do you think Professor Binns will retire?"

"..."

Looking at her daughter who was so teased by Nelson, Isabel smiled gratifiedly. She was really worried that Mag would get sick if he kept holding it like that.

"Jingle Bell……"

The wind chime rang, some old door hinges creaked strangely, and a thin man dressed plainly appeared behind the opened door.

Just seeing him for the first time, Nelson had a slight liking for this strange man. He showed a sense of responsibility struggling under pressure. He had the same smell as Jonas, belonging to Taste of a father.

"Hello."

The man stretched out his hand and didn't say much. The silver cross necklace hanging around his neck swayed as he walked out, "Robert McGonagall."

"Mr. McGonagall." Nelson held Robert's outstretched hand, "Nelson Williams."

"Welcome to the humble house." Robert glanced at Mag, nodded, and looked at his wife with a smile, then turned sideways and said, "Please come in."

Nelson followed him into the house, followed by McGonagall and Isabel. Robert arranged him and McGonagall by the fireplace in the living room, filled the tea, and returned to the kitchen with his wife.

"You obviously don't know Quidditch at all, you can't even hold a broomstick firmly, Nelson, don't learn the hypocrisy of Slytherin," McGonagall curled her lips and looked at the closed door of the kitchen , "You see my mother is so happy."

"You really wronged me," Nelson raised his hand and yelled, "There is no law that stipulates that you can't be a fan if you don't know Quidditch. If you don't believe me, you can ask Newt. I often discuss Quidditch with him. topic of."

He looked around the furnishings in the room. It could be seen that Robert was a devout priest, but the furnishings of these believers were hung together with the witch's broom, creating an inexplicable sense of absurdity. On the desk by the window was a stack of The book of Exodus was half copied by hand, and in the cauldron next to it, the purple potion was bubbling and bubbling.

"What's the matter?" McGonagall stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Nelson, "Are you satisfied that you have made me humiliated? Now they must be laughing at me in the kitchen—"Minerva can't control her students Hahaha' or something."

"How come? They just think you are gentle with students, Professor McGonagall," Nelson asked, noticing the four rooms upstairs, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Yes." McGonagall nodded, seemingly unwilling to say more, "Their grades are not high, and they basically can't meet you."

"Oh." Nelson understood that she didn't want her younger siblings to receive special treatment in school, so she didn't ask any more. "It's just that I think there is something wrong with your previous description."

"What?" Mag tilted his head.

"Sorry, this is a bit out of place, so I need to cast magic on your house, okay?"

Seeing Mag nod his head, Nelson stuffed his hands back into his sleeves and lifted them slightly. The sound in the kitchen suddenly disappeared.

"Tell me," McGonagall said.

"Well, I've pieced together a very wrong conclusion from what you've said about your parents—your father has been tortured by your mother's identity as a witch, and the whole family has been torn apart," Nelson held out. With one finger, a mayfly with eight slender metal legs flew out from behind him, and held down a looking glass that was just about to start spinning, glowing and roaring in the ashes of the fireplace. Raising his eyebrows, more and more mayflies flew out from behind, controlling more than ten early warning magics. After doing all this, Nelson spread his hands and said, "Your mother's vigilance is really high... we Closer to home, do you think if your parents had a really bad relationship, would they give birth to your younger siblings?"

"But I've seen Dad when he's sad." McGonagall shook her head. "I'm not saying that their relationship is bad, but their love did bring them pain."

"But he is enduring, he is trying to solve it, Minerva, the reason why he is suffering is because he loves your mother, at least in my opinion, for them, love is more than those costs, and A lot more," Nelson said, "you may be blinded by your own eyes when you are in it, think about it, is it because your pessimism about relationships makes your parents' love dark in your perception?"

"I..." Mag lowered her head, curled up on the sofa, and hugged her knees with her hands. She was so smart that it took only a second to figure out what Nelson pointed out. She raised her head and looked at the two Her brother's room, her thoughts drifted so far away that she didn't notice when Nelson removed the magic. After a while, she finally looked up, "Do you think I—"

"What's the matter? Honey?" Isabel raised her hand and shook it in front of her, which made Mag swallow the second half of the sentence, "Why are you ignoring Nelson?"

"Minerva is thinking about the transfiguration question I just raised!" Nelson stood up and helped Isabel fill the teacup on the table with water, and the two began to show the art of socializing again.

"Mom." Mag suddenly raised his head and asked, "How is Doug?"

"What? Who? Doug?" Isabel looked up in astonishment. Mag's sudden question made her a little unresponsive, but she quickly said, "Oh...he's married. I didn't dare to tell you last time. I'm afraid you will be sad, she is the daughter of the farmer in the village to the south."

"Oh." Mag said softly. She raised her head and looked at Isabel, and suddenly found that her mother's eyes were dodging. She keenly sensed something was wrong, and said loudly, "No! What's wrong with him?"

"Honey, you have to accept the reality..."

"Dad never lies," McGonagall turned her head to Robert who came out of the kitchen, and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with Doug?"

Robert's expression was a little stiff and he didn't speak.