My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"How do you say 'hello' in Parseltongue?"

"Hiss~"

"Goodbye?"

"Hiss~ hiss"

"Is there any difference?"

"Listen carefully, study hard, and try speaking yourself."

"Hiss~ hiss."

"Gnar? Why are you scolding me?"

"Didn't I say 'Hi'?"

"Well, I think we should learn Parseltongue next time we have a chance, what do you think?"

"I couldn't agree more."

On a cold winter night, Nelson and Tom walked from the moonless suburbs to the gloomy city. It seemed no different from when they came, but there was a big black snake slowly following them in the pipeline under their feet.

Contrary to what Nelson had always believed, Nagini was a viper, not a python, and the way she preferred to hang her prey to eat was not because she didn't have fangs, but rather, she was so poisonous that she strangled her prey instead of eating them because she Deliberately keeping herself away from the habit of snakes—she still regards herself as a human in the depths of her soul, but sadly, the magic power stolen from her body by the blood curse has accumulated to the highest level, and her body has completely turned into a snake. Snake, and irreversible.

...

"It doesn't matter, Gnar is very good at transfiguration, he will help you return to normal." On the hollow platform in the ground, Tom stroked Nagini's big head lying on the ground, and said softly. The alien among the snakes has a sense of identity, "When the time comes, you will have to pay me an owl."

Nelson saw Nagini's huge eyes closed. Snakes don't have tear ducts, but he clearly saw a drop of tear squeeze out from the gap of the closed pannus, fall down the cheek to the ground, echoing in the silent hollow The sound of dripping water.

"She's so lonely." Nelson thought. As a human being, she must have disdain to eat the rotten carcass of her prey with her fangs like her own kind. She can hear but can't speak, there are countless voices in her heart but it is difficult to express, a person who cannot communicate with the outside world is trapped in a lonely wandering snake, this is too cruel. At times like this, a human with Parseltongue might be the only light in her dark life.

"I will find a way. Even if I can't, Dumbledore will definitely be able to." Nelson couldn't help but put his hand on Nagini's head and stroked it gently. Her skull was hard and angular, but the scales were Cold and smooth, "Wizards have Animagus, and it is not difficult for a snake to become a human."

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Nagini opened his eyes, and the whole snake body even trembled slightly.

"Do you know Dumbledore? Then you must know his accomplishments in Transfiguration." Nelson said optimistically, "It's not a big problem."

While talking to Nagini, Tom told Nelson her story, and it seemed that the bar-headed owl had been forgotten.

"Hiss..." Nelson gasped, "I have been cursed with blood, is the person close to me still a silent person?"

"But why don't you write?"

He felt that he had said an inappropriate sentence, because when the voice just fell, the entire cave fell silent.

...

"Why did you two just come back!" Bella, arms akimbo, stood angrily at the door of the house in a thick padded coat, "I don't even check what time it is! Do you know that the streets are in chaos recently? Your uncle almost went to the police!"

"Sorry, Aunt Bella." Tom apologized sincerely. They could have arrived home before twelve o'clock, but it took too much energy to open the abandoned mailbox with the shopping results without making a sound. I will definitely let you know in advance next time."

"And next time?" Bella's raised eyebrows almost flew into the sky, "Do you want to stay out at night next time? If you don't go home before twelve o'clock, there will be vampires in the small room." They sneaked up on you in the alley, don't you know?!"

"Actually a vampire—" Nelson closed his mouth obediently when he saw Bella staring into his eyes.

"Come in." She waved her arms angrily, "You all bought things earlier than you. I won't let you go out to play, but you must also pay attention to safety. Your mother only has you as a son, and the sky is so cold now. cold……"

"Tom!" Turning around and catching Tom winking at Nelson, Bella bristled again, "You too!"

Tom lowered his head and followed Bella into the room. Such scolding sounded warm to him.

"You go to the fireplace to warm up first," Bella turned and went into the kitchen, "I'll bring you milk. Gnar! You go and tell your uncle that you are back!"

Tom rushed to help, and Nelson put down the big and small bags and walked upstairs.

"Gal, you're back."

Pushing open the door, Jonas's room was filled with smoke, which made Nelson cough. Through the smoke in the room, Nelson saw Jonas sitting on the chair in front of the desk, wearing an old tartan coat desk for writing. Hearing someone push open the door, he pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, turned around and squinted at the person coming.

"I'm sorry, Uncle."

"It doesn't matter, I loved playing more than you when I was a child. At that time, I went to explore the abandoned mines in the Ruhr area. I stayed there with the neighbor's children for two days." Jonas took off the gold-rimmed glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose , rubbing his temples with both hands, with a tired face, "Sit down, wait until I finish writing this manuscript."

Instead of sitting down, Nelson walked behind Jonas and rubbed his shoulders vigorously for him.

"Ah... so comfortable, Gnar, when was the last time you rubbed my shoulders?" He leaned back in the chair, relaxing the muscles in his shoulders.

"It was two years ago, and you seldom came home after that." Nelson's technique was very skillful. While he was pressing, he helped his uncle wipe off the soot falling from his shoulders, "I will often press it for you in the future."

"Hahaha," Jonas laughed, but choked on his own laughter and coughed. Nelson hurriedly put his hand on his back and patted him gently, "I don't mean to blame you, you have grown up , I went to school, and such opportunities will become less and less in the future!"

"No." Seeing that his uncle stopped coughing, Nelson continued to pinch his shoulders, "You should quit smoking."

"Your aunt always said that, but how can you quit if you want to?"

"Should be drawing less." Nelson glanced at the beginning of the manuscript. "Is this going to war?"

"Yeah..." Jonas picked up the unextinguished cigarette in the ashtray with melancholy eyes, took a deep breath, and said, holding his breath, "I have traveled to many places in Europe in the past two years. The situation is getting tense."

"So does the wizarding world." Nelson agreed

"Actually, I have already provided the newspaper with no fewer than ten warnings about war warnings." Jonas opened his mouth and exhaled the smoke he had inhaled, forming a thin column of smoke, "But the editor-in-chief reviewed the manuscript, but They always get shot down at the end, saying that such manuscripts are not conducive to the harmony between countries."

"Maybe only Chamberlain feels harmonious!" He sighed with a wry smile, "I just went to Poland last month, you know? It's full of Germans, sneaky Germans everywhere! Now everyone I feel like I'm talking nonsense, or I'm preaching the stuff from my hometown."

"Uncle..." Nelson knew that the war was coming, but he didn't know how to speak. After a long silence, he held Jonas' shoulders, as if he was going to put all his weight on it, and said softly, "You may Believe it or not, we have learned divination, and we are indeed going to fight, so we must be careful."

"Don't worry." Jonas put his hands on his shoulders, covering Nelson's.

Feeling the roughness from the back of his hand, Nelson put away his wild thoughts, but silently clenched the elder's shoulder.

"To be honest, you have always made me feel at ease, and you even stopped acting like a child a long time ago." Jonas turned his head and said with relief, "I won't say more about protecting myself, you are a good man." Kid, you know this better than me."

"I wrote a letter to my mutual friends with your father. If they are people like you, they will definitely write to you." Jonas patted the hand on the shoulder vigorously, "If one day ,I--"

"I mean if," seeing Nelson's reproachful expression, he shook his head with a smile and continued, "If one day I'm gone, you go to them, and they will definitely help you!"

Downstairs, Bella shouted to Nelson to drink milk, breaking the gloomy atmosphere in the room, "Go." Jonas saw off the guest with a smile.

"In these years, no one can survive alone." Jonas turned his head to stop his nephew who was about to leave, and said seriously, "I still hope that you can become an editor, or help me realize my dream of being a poet." dream."

...

"Did you not sleep well last night?" Tom handed over a bottle of unscrewed cucumber juice.

On the Hogwarts Express early the next morning, Nelson had been lacking energy.

"No, I'm just thinking about something." Nelson leaned on the window and looked at the barren pastures and fields outside. Their luggage was packed by the train, only he had a camera hanging around his neck. Bella thought he seemed to need it more It (Jonas: Magic is so convenient, so convenient that it will degrade my photography skills, you can use it!), he seemed to think of something, and his expression lifted, "Oh! The photos taken at the orphanage that day were recorded on the camera. in your photo bag, let me see."

He took out the photo as if he was in a hurry to change the subject, but fell silent after seeing it.

"What's wrong?" Tom leaned over to look at the photo.

This is a photo that should not have been taken in a place like an orphanage. The children in the image are all smiling. There is a big Christmas dinner on their table. Several children are sitting next to them. An unfamiliar adult who looks similar to them, Mrs. Cole is sitting in the middle of the photo, her hands are tightly holding the hands of a strange man, the feeling of happiness that seems to overflow from the paper is incompatible with the real situation.

"I don't remember this picture like this." Tom looked closely at it with close eyes.