My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"But what do you do?"

"What should I do?" Nelson's hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly. It seemed that the fish under the water was too powerful to hold the fishing rod in the cold weather. "Let me save one—"

He caught a glimpse of the steel coin rolling in the snow at his feet, and changed his words, "—two rations."

"Do you think I'm just wasting rations?" Jokunda asked quietly.

"How could it be, boy," Nelson shrugged, "hunters prepare food all year round, and if it's not eaten, it's just wasted or sold."

"You too, Mr. Ship."

"What?"

"I mean, are you willing to let your voice be wasted like this?" Jokunda's voice was a little broken, "I have never told you that according to the tradition of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Muggle-born wizards will The practice of cutting off relatives, maybe erasing memories, maybe weaving a dream for you, or even simply telling you that your daughter died on the way to school... These are all very normal, and you Will be sitting on Lake Ontario fishing these goddamn fish like unfinished game for the next year, waiting for someone who will never come back."

"Lauriel wouldn't do that."

Nelson even named his "daughter," which sounds like a thing.

"It has nothing to do with what kind of person she is," Jokunda retorted excitedly, "This is the prejudice of wizards, and it is the basis for the existence of wizards in North America for hundreds of years. If your daughter does not accept this condition, she and you will be enemies of all wizards in America."

"That's right..." Nelson murmured, "Isn't it better for her? Anyway, I don't expect her to take care of me in the old age."

"You! Oh!"

Jokunda stomped her feet and stood helplessly in the snow. The flying snowflakes soon dyed the ends of her hair as white as a pine forest, making her look like she was in a dream.

"If it's the system, then there's nothing I can do," Nelson sighed. "I was driven to this lake to hunt for a living because I didn't obey the system. Fortunately, they didn't kill them all. I don't want my daughter to live in the same way." This kind of day—although you can only use your stick to plow snow and boil water, but presumably the pursuit of wizards should be more terrifying."

"Aren't you curious about your daughter's future and the life of a wizard?"

"I was also curious about the life of Franklin D. Roosevelt, but I quickly realized that didn't mean much to my life."

"Mr. Boat, if there is a witch by your side... There is a wizard, even if you are a wizard yourself, food, worldly wealth, and even power that you have never even imagined before are just at your fingertips," after several days of deliberation , Jokunda has already figured it out, and she is willing to help "Mr. Boat" complete the "Sex Reduction" that even she doesn't know the principle, but her talent in words is undoubtedly too lacking, facing this oily She can only say some seductive words that even the lowest villain can't say, "You can accompany your daughter to grow up like any father in the world, and you can watch her grow up." To grow up, to fall in love with someone else, to start a family, to have your grandson without meeting her on a street corner one day in the future, to feel familiar but not to recognize her, to let your beloved daughter disappear when you turn the corner Weeping behind the scenes - any father has the right!"

"Are you my daughter too? It's just that when you went to Ilvermorny School, my memory was erased?" Nelson thought for a while, and came up with a ridiculous question, but it made Jokunda choke and say no. Guessing the words, "No wonder you are so familiar haha!"

Nelson said in a teasing tone that he already wanted to end the conversation, but Jokunda, who was too involved in the drama, could no longer distinguish the past from the present. From Nelson's smile, he could see that Nelson himself didn't know , This man buried the pain deeply in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of being alone when you're alone?"

Jokunda opened her mouth unresponsively. Her voice was so loud that there was a ripple in the ice hole that Nelson had dug, and a few drops of lake water splashed out and fell on the ice. Spreading out, it condenses into crystal clear ice particles like pearls.

She quickly realized that she seemed to have said something wrong, so she quickly covered her mouth, lowered her head, and studied the patterns on the ice edge.

"Look, the fish has bitten the hook."

Nelson didn't respond to Jokunda's words, but just pointed to the fishing line, and said calmly, the fishing line trembled suddenly, then quickly straightened, and got stuck in the groove made by itself on the edge of the ice hole. .

"It's a big fish," Nelson's tone was full of surprise, but there was no joy on his face, perhaps because the old hunter was used to strong winds and waves. He methodically inserted the fishing rod under his feet and said, "It's very Powerful, but I chose the wrong direction to escape. Blindly running towards the center of the lake will only sink the hook deeper and deeper. On the contrary, if it runs towards my feet, not only will the fishing line not be tightened so tightly, but I will also suffer from it. Don't dare to break the ice under your feet and have to cut the fishing line short."

"How can a fish beat a hunter?" Jokunda asked rhetorically.

"That's not necessarily true. If it's a poor little fish, I might let her live."

"But there are many magical creatures in the world that even the most seasoned hunters can't do anything about. Aren't you interested?" Jokunda still didn't give up persuading Nelson, and she was a little confused about what she was harboring. Emotions - gratitude? Empathy? Or even some kind of absurd love? All this made her thoughts become like a messy fishing net, and she stopped thinking.

A very clear picture even suddenly appeared in front of her eyes - Nelson, who was fishing with his back to her, slowly turned his head, took off his hat, and revealed the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Dr. Sykes. Hugging her into her arms, she whispered softly in her ear: "Qiao Qiao, what a good boy, you succeeded, I'm back..."

"Magic reaction, the third magic reaction, write it down... write it down!"

In the woods, the witch pressed the looking glass on the table and called out to her sleeping companion, "We found it!"

...

Just when Jokunda's thinking stagnated, in another pure white world, Nelson stood behind Jokunda's bewildered soul, watching the person lying on her back, floating in the air, holding tightly with one hand. A man with a head and one hand tightly around Jokunda's throat.

"You've finally shown yourself, Dr. Sykes."

Nelson's hand was on the back of his head, and the thick white mist was billowing hungrily behind him.

But this "Dr. Sykes" didn't respond to him, not even the reaction of being touched by Nelson. He didn't look like a living person, but like a black and white movie played repeatedly.

Nelson withdrew his palm and lightly poked the corner of Dr. Sykes's clothes with a finger covered in mist. Under the traction of mist, his finger sank in without hindrance, and Dr. Sykes was touched. The body that arrived was like the memory of the dead, easily dissolved by the lost mist!

"Is it... a memory?"

Nelson withdrew his finger. The hole in Dr. Sykes' body was different from the usual milky white smoke-like memory. Inside his body were flashing pictures, autobiographical sentences, and even rumors that made Nelson feel like he was there. The sound of its surroundings.

He sighed, and immediately understood the reason why Dr. Sykes "resurrected" his dead wife without a soul. Putting aside his standpoint and his identity as the instigator of the Winged Demon incident, Nelson couldn't help but have a strong feeling for his wisdom. tribute.

"You don't understand the nature of the soul at all."

Nelson quickly watched Dr. Sykes' life through the hole like a revolving lantern, benefiting from the gift of more than a thousand souls, and also benefiting from his familiarity with feeling other people's memories, even in Second Salem Accumulated a wealth of experience in determining the positioning of the "bystander", which made him no longer as easy to immerse himself in other people's lives as before. He quickly broke free and pointedly pointed out that Dr. Information is the biggest loophole brought by "Sex Reduction", "so you choose to use memory as the carrier to resurrect, as long as one person has another person's complete memory, then he has the same experience, the same knowledge and the same Will, the owner of memory is equivalent to getting eternal life - but this is wrong, you can only get a twisted or false soul, which is fragile and can be broken with a single poke."

Dr. Sykes couldn't give any feedback to the outside world, he just kept whispering in Jokunda's ear.

"Your memory is hidden in the deepest part of your own daughter Jokunda Sykes' mind. In order to ensure that she can understand it, you even changed the form of memory magic. Her spirit has been tortured by memories that do not belong to her all the year round. This led to her almost pathological Electra complex, and she could quickly empathize with strangers who met once..." Nelson frowned and read, "When your wife who was still tortured after your death returned When you avenge your family, you planted an idea in her mind-pass on the 'Sex restoration', she will think it is a magical magic that bestows magic power, but in fact, your memory will have a The new carrier of the resurrection is really a vicious magic, and even the opportunity must take advantage of those hard-won goodwill."

Nelson stretched out his hand, put it on Dr. Sykes' shoulder like a stack of arhats, and easily twisted his neck.

"Ha ha……"

The hole in his body made it impossible for Dr. Sykes' memory to play as he had set. He could only let out an indistinguishable roar through his throat. Pearl-colored steam slowly gushed out of the hole, and he was instantly Hungering mist of lostness devours.

"You even deliberately trained Jokunda Sykes to be a simple-minded witch. I thought she was simply ignorant of the world, but then I thought she was stupid and bad. Now, I understand, you The perfect resurrection of your wife on Jokunda's carrier not only cultivated her attachment to you, but even deliberately weakened her ability to think independently... But have you ever thought that all of this is caused by your willingness to burn? Do you want to see what the wife of Jokunda wants to see?"

The figure of Dr. Sykes paused, and Nelson thought for a moment that he was going to punch himself in the form of memory, but it was just that the remaining memory could not maintain the form of others.

Dr. Sykes' figure shattered silently, revealing the true face of Jokunda's soul covered by his body—a rose vine was lying on her back heart to suck blood, and there was a hole in the heart, Memories belonging to Dr. Sykes are slowly escaping.

Drops of milky white blood were pulled out of Jokunda's body by the rose flower, and dripped on the vines that stretched their teeth and claws. Her soul has been supplying the "father" on her back all these years.

"It's really perverted..."

...

Jokunda's eyes regained clarity, and she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Could it be that this is the benefit of a clear mind? She looked at Nelson's increasingly handsome side face, and when she was peeking, she was so frightened by Nelson's sudden words that she almost fell into the lake.

"Oh, girl, if you live to my age, you will find that there is nothing in the world that is worth moving."

Nelson shrugged, took the fishing rod back to his side, pinched the red thread twisted by the thin hemp rope, and slowly pulled up the live fish under the ice. After soaking in the cold lake water, the hemp rope became as sharp as steel wire. There were bright red marks on his callused hands.

Jokunda squatted beside him, holding his chin with both hands, blinking his eyes at the fishing line that had cut a deep ravine on the ice. He picked up a beautiful salmon dotted with red spots from the ice hole, and he threw the fish onto the ice in the same way. Like its predecessors, the salmon fluttered a few times before being frozen stiff and straight.

"You're in luck, girl," said Nelson, wiping his hands with a towel, deftly snapping the hook back onto the cut line, hooking up the bait, and tossing it back. "It's this time of year The salmon and trout in Lake Ontario will migrate to the upstream streams and rivers to spawn, but this winter came too early, and these fishes waiting to give birth did not find their way back, so they all gathered by the lake. Be fat."

"Migration? Why? Is there not enough food like algae in this lake?"

"In the past, it was like what you said, but in recent years, especially after my daughter was born, the factories in the south poured some black water into the lake every day, which actually enriched the plankton," Nelson said. Going too far, like an old tailor teaching an apprentice, he gave Jokunda a white look and said, "You are still saying that you are a family of magical animal breeding, girl, is this level?"

"Yes," Jokunda suddenly chuckled and opened his mouth, "Actually, you guessed right just now, Mr. Boat."

"What? Is your family's animal breeding technology very general?"

"Actually, I am your eldest daughter who has been lost for many years. Because you went to Ilvermorny to study, your memory was erased." Jokunda clenched his fists, bit his lips, and said nonsense with wide eyes, "That's why I am so sorry for this. Everything is so familiar, I found a way to turn Muggles into wizards, and I didn't dare to stop for a moment, so I came to you, boat... Dad."

When she said "Dad", she was so ashamed that she almost jumped into the ice hole.

"?"

The father of the boat felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore. He let go of his hand, and the fishing line and the fishing rod rushed into the lake.

"Is it here?" There was a sudden conversation in the pine forest not far behind the two, and a woman was talking loudly in the forest, "It's a good place, very beautiful, no wonder it can raise such smart children, the long-horned water snake will take care of her."

"They're coming, Mr. Ship!" Jokunda grabbed Nelson's shoulder anxiously, but her body, which had only recovered a little, couldn't do simple magic like revealing her followers, "They will definitely eliminate you Remember, American wizards won't let Muggles and wizards come into contact, and you'll never see your daughter again!"

"Excuse me, are you Laurel's father?" A smiling female voice came from behind, "Thank you for cultivating such a talented witch for Congress. We are here to take you to see her for the last time."

"If that's the case," Nelson said in a low voice, grabbing Jokunda's shoulders, "it's against the rules for you to contact me, so run away...Jojo."

Jokunda turned around, looked at the approaching person, and raised his wand, looking like he wanted to resist.

Later, when they saw the witch and the wand, they all raised their eyebrows in surprise.

"Little Snow Plowing Witch," Nelson happily held her down, "You can't even beat a fish with your three-legged cat."

After Dr. Sykes left, Jokunda's IQ seemed to have improved. She looked at a group of people at the edge of the forest, clenched her wand, turned and threw herself into Nelson's arms.

"you--"

"Let me hug you...Father," Chokunda choked and bit Nelson's forearm. He felt a slight coolness spread from his arm to his body. "We made an appointment. When you become a wizard, think of me." , just come and find me."

"What did you say—"

Nelson stretched out his hand and rushed away. Jokunda and Xixiu had disappeared. She appeared in the wooden house and sniffed the lingering fragrance of the pipe with nostalgia without stopping.