My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yeah?"

Nelson smiled and sat back on the bench by the fireplace, stretching his legs to warm his snow-stained boots over the fire. He turned his head sideways, and the scenery of the lake and mountains outside the window was reflected in his eyes. His peaceful profile did not look like a vulgar hunter at all. , but like a lonely poet, he sighed and said, "I hope she has a good future, as a father, I may not be able to help her..."

Jokunda looked at this sad but hopeful side face. The way Nelson missed his daughter was very similar to the way his father looked at him in his memory. There was a faint mourning song in her empty heart, echoing in this narrow space. But in the warm wooden house, it echoes over the vast Lake Ontario, and echoes in the pine forest stretching in the mountains beside the skyline.

The sun slanted towards the window of the wooden house from the south, sprinkled on Jokunda's face, which was glowing red from the strong fire, and the vast pure white snow field appeared in Jokunda's eyes like a flawless gem. The slightly cloudy brown eyes were washed away by this pure color, and even became a little crystal clear.

Those traces of uninvited guests are just filth that can be easily brushed away by Blizzard. At this moment, the vast snow field is not stained with dust, and even a messy footprint can't be seen. Only the snow-covered ice is floating on the surface of the lake not far away. Gai, swirling and rippling on the water along the direction of the waves, like leisurely sailboats. Schools of fish came to the surface of the water while the snow stopped, or floated their heads or looked for food, making the already sparkling Lake Ontario more colorful and more like a well-cut gemstone.

Jokunda lowered her head to avoid the glare of the sun. She was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Mr. Boat."

Nelson ignored him and just stared at the lake in a daze. His thoughts had already drifted to the Albanian forest. Tom finally decided to take Credence and Adele there to complete the exercises they needed. Without the interference of magic, then The season on the other side should still be in late autumn, and the vast forest will not be covered by snow like the Great Lakes at the moment, and they should still appreciate the scenery of the crisp autumn and abundant fruit trees. Will a "Ravenclaw" come to sit in the hut from time to time, look at the tables and chairs made after Hogwarts, and wonder if the bacon he hung in the hut is still there, or whether he Are the nuts hidden in the fireplace interlayer moldy... Maybe they were taken away by small animals like squirrels! Thinking of this, Nelson lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

But Jokunda on the side obviously misunderstood, she only thought that Nelson was recalling the little things between her and the non-existent daughter, as if she had made a big decision, she bit her lip and called out again : "Mr. Ship."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Nelson turned his head, scratched his head, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I was thinking about something else just now. Do you have any taboos? I'm going to get something to cook."

"No," Jokunda shook his head, bit his lip again, and whispered, "If you need—"

But her too small voice was easily covered by the explosion of turpentine in the fireplace. Nelson stood up, patted his buttocks as if he hadn't heard it, and sucked hard on the pipe, exhaling a fine column of smoke, mixed with The lost mist of pine fragrance filled the air, making the air in the room cloudy and dreamy.

"By the way, you must keep an eye on this little bastard." Nelson walked to the sofa, picked up the closed cage of Xixiu and shook it, and said, "It's a little dishonest, always trying to take the spurs off my boots , just like those dragons in fairy tales who are only interested in shiny things... If you don't know how to pick skins, I can teach you, after all, people in the Lake District have to learn to handle their prey by themselves, but with all due respect, this little thing It's too small, and this kind of miscellaneous skin is not worth a few steel coins."

The steel coin whose value had just been measured by the steel coin was awakened by Nelson's shaking, shivering in the corner of the cage, blinking a pair of mung bean-like eyes and looking at the bear-like man in front of him, as if out of fear, it stretched out He stretched out his claws and covered his eyes, as if the strong man opposite would disappear.

Nelson was amused by the action of the steel hammer. He turned around the cage, poked its upturned butt with his finger, and teased, "Little thing, come on and grow up, that chick is waiting for you !"

Xixiu let out a desperate "squeak" and tried hard to shrink its buttocks, trying to cover itself with itself, but the rations given to it by the penguin were really good. As a fat Xixiu, hiding in the cage One corner is already its limit.

Nelson imitated a bear and gave a low growl at Niuxiu. Before it uttered another whine, he smiled and threw it back on the sofa, turned and opened the door, and walked out of the room.

"—If you want to know about your daughter, I think I can help you."

After Nelson's footsteps went away, Jokunda finally said the unfinished sentence. Only she knew how determined she was to violate the "Secrecy Act" and tell the secret of magic to this person who had only known each other for a day Man, I just don't know when she will have to wait until the next time she is willing to make such a determination.

"Don't worry, Gangbang," she leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the caged Gangbang, and said softly, "I won't eat you, but you may have to stay in the cage for a while, we can't Trouble Mr. Boat, wait for him to come back later and see if I can beg him to let you out."

Sniffing "Zhizhi" nodded, a pair of small paws groped in the fur on the belly, and after a while, he took out a gleaming spur, showing off to his master triumphantly.

"Okay," Jokunda rubbed his temples helplessly, "it seems that I don't need to ask him."

...

There is no clock in the hunter’s cabin, and Jokunda can only judge the time by the movement of the sun. Tired, Xixiu also fell asleep, unable to respond to her call, and the only sound in the whole cabin is the sound of turpentine exploding. Accompanying her, this kind of anxious waiting made her live like years, even worse than sleeping on the cold ground while fleeing.

The pure whiteness of the snowfield made double images appear in her eyes, and her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably: "Mr. Boat did not fall into the lake, did he? It shouldn't be, he is so strong, like a boat. How could it be possible to drown when you fished yourself out of the lake? But drowning in the river is easy, he won't really..."

Jokunda's expression was crying and laughing. After experiencing extreme mental exhaustion, she couldn't even control her expression. Soon, when the blizzard came again, Nelson, who was dressed in white, finally pushed away the door of the wooden house. door, stepped on the snow and walked in.

The noise of the blizzard quickly woke up the dazed Jokunda. She looked up, and Nelson had already closed the wooden door. Before she could react, the room became quiet again.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson took off his fur coat and hung it by the fireplace, threw a few balls covered in mud into the fire, and placed a string of fish skewered with pine branches on the wooden table, rolled up his sleeves, and started He found a knife older than him in the iron box on the fireplace. He rubbed the knife on his sleeve and said with a smile, "Do you miss home? Where is your home? When the snow stops I'll take you back."

"It's nothing, Mr. Boat." Jokunda shook his head, squeezed out a smile and said sadly, "I don't have a home anymore..."

"Huh?!" Nelson widened his eyes and pressed the knife hard on the table. The tip of the knife was inserted straight into the thick wood. Jokunda finally understood how this scarred table came about. I only heard Nelson yelling, "Is it because of those goddamn tax collectors? Even vulgar hunters like us know that hunting can't finish a litter, and the animals have to have a chance to have cubs in the next spring. Why do they always What about the set of killing everything?"

"No...Mr. Ship," said Jokunda in a low voice, "it's a disaster."

"Disaster? They are indeed a disaster!" Nelson seemed to be sure that the perpetrators who persecuted Jokunda were those people, and they were still cursing. Seeing this, Jokunda didn't explain anything. Nelson pulled out the knife and said in a rough voice. He said gruffly, "It's okay, you can just treat this place as a home. I used to be an old widower who took care of my children. It's not too much to have one more of you. When spring comes, I'll send you to the city to find a job."

Jokunda smiled and nodded. After many years, she finally found the warmth of home in a completely strange place.

"Do you know how to eat fish?" Nelson began to skillfully scrape the scales of the fish, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, "You can't help it if you don't eat it, and we can't pick and choose in this condition. If you can still move, go to Add a bowl of water to the pot on the stove, and turn over the potatoes in the fire."

"I like fish best, Mr. Boat."

Hearing Nelson's blunt tone as if trying to push her daughter, Jokunda actually felt a little warm and enjoyable. After recovering some energy and strength, she lifted the blanket and stepped barefoot on the not-so-cold wooden floor, ready to get off the bed. Bed to do things.

"There are my daughter's boots in the bedside cabinet. I bought her a big one. I feel that you should wear them just right." Nelson said without raising his head. He had already started chopping fish heads. "The wooden floor may have burrs. , don’t get hurt, you know the level of doctors here, you don’t even know how long people will sleep.”

Jokunda obediently opened the cabinet, took out a pair of small leather boots lined with felt, and put her feet in. The right foot was just right, and the left foot was a little loose, but it was still warm. Jump to the fireplace.

"Slow down girl," Nelson's voice came over the sound of knives hitting planks, "you'll jump if you've got legs?"

"oh."

Jokunda slowed down, found a broken bowl with a missing hole from the cupboard, scooped a bowl of water from the wooden barrel in the corner, lifted the lid of the pot, and heard the sound of bubbling and hot steam And the aroma of vegetables made Jokunda swallow her saliva. It has been a long time since she had a hot meal. There is still a lot of bacon in the pot. You can imagine the deliciousness of this pot of soup. , the huge bubbles exploded in the process of becoming bigger, and a drop of hot soup splashed on the tip of her nose. Instead of feeling pain, she became more hungry, and her stomach groaned uncontrollably stand up.

"Don't worry," Nelson's voice came again, "The doctor said that you can't eat immediately after waking up from a coma. Although he may be a quack doctor, he is at least better than us, isn't he?"

Jokunda poured water into the pot, swallowed and covered the pot.

"Turn those potatoes over and see if the backs are burnt?" Nelson ordered. "Use the iron spit I used to pound firewood."

Jokunda found the clods and turned them over. The smell of roasted potatoes hit her appetite again. She turned around and said, "It's ready, Mr. Boat."

"Oh." Nelson moved the cut fish fillets to the plate, and the sashimi with ice shards was piled up into a crystal clear iceberg. He carried the plate and walked to the fireplace, lifted the lid of the pot and put the fish fillets Poured it in and said, "I can eat it when I finish smoking this tube."

After all, he took out his pipe, and the room became cloudy again.

...

"So this little thing is not a ferret!"

A steaming pot of half-vegetable and half-soup dinner was simply placed on the wooden table. Jokunda volunteered to take over the job of peeling potatoes. Mashed potatoes with some salt, Nelson threw the wooden spoon in front of Jokunda, and raised the cage to observe curiously.

Jokunda picked up the wooden spoon, served Nelson a bowl of soup first, and explained, "Yes, it's called a steel forge, and it's a sniff."

"Xixiu? Is it some kind of mole rat? In this way, the ferret doesn't feel like a mole at all, and it feels more like a mole," Nelson turned the cage with great interest, and said impatiently. "Little thing, open your mouth, let me see your teeth."

Xixiu blinked his eyes, looked at his master, saw Jokunda nodded, and opened his mouth reluctantly.

"Oh, a very delicate little guy, this pair of teeth can't move bones."

"It's my pet," said Jokunda, pouring another bowl of soup for herself, putting her arms on the table and staring at Nelson eagerly. "It's good at digging holes and likes to collect shiny things."

"That's it," Nelson thought for a moment, opened the cage, and let Xixiu out, "Since it's a pet, let it run around the house...Huh? Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry?"

"You eat first."

"It's strange, and she has pets. It looks like she is a lady from a rich family," Nelson teasingly poured the vegetable soup on the mashed potatoes, mixed it, put a spoonful into his mouth, and looked at Qiao Kun who started to gobble it up. Da, said with a smile, "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

"Hmm..." Jokunda's mouth was filled with hot mashed potatoes, and he swallowed it with great effort, "It's instinct to look for shiny things, I'm afraid it will mess up your house. "

"Sparkling things? Isn't it steel? Don't worry, I don't even have a big son." Nelson pushed the soup pot towards Jokunda and sighed. "I didn't expect there to be animals that hunters don't know. The world is really big."

"This is a magical animal." Jokunda blurted out, and she quickly realized that she had slipped up and covered her mouth.

"Is it hot?" Nelson handed her a wooden cup and continued to sigh, "It's really amazing."

Jokunda was heartbroken, this Muggle might be the only person in the world who treats him well, so what's wrong with telling him? Is that shit "Secrecy Act" worth this meal and these warm boots?

She put down the spoon, looked at Nelson, and said seriously, "Fantastic animals are not only because they are magical, but also because they are fundamentally different from ordinary animals. Our family has been raising magical animals for a living before. If you are interested, I I will introduce you one by one... To tell you the truth, your daughter is in Ilvermorny... Ilvermorny School should also receive relevant education."

"Is that so?" Nelson said with joy, "That would be great, but let's eat before that! By the way, I haven't had time to ask your name yet."

"Gokunda," said Jokunda, smiling, "Mr. Boat, my name is Jokunda Sykes."

She and Nelson looked at each other and smiled. The smiles of a person with a secret and a person with a ulterior motive intersected in the air, which seemed extremely warm.