My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Mr. Aberfors?"

　　 "I'm fine, hahaha." Aberforth lifted up his sleeve and wiped his tears, then grabbed Dumbledore's tablecloth and blew his nose. "I just got choked."

Ariana stood behind Aberfors and looked at him distressedly. However, she was the one who should be loved the most. She ended her life at the most innocent age, and the eyes of this girl who should have been inexperienced were full of eyes. Complicated emotions that shouldn't belong to her.

"She's Mettle, do you know?" Aberfors was curious about the girl who was favored by her sister. "Do you know which college she belongs to? By the way, her parents gave her a fancy name, really Won't you be laughed at by your classmates?"

"I think I know, sir." Nelson nodded, recalling the quirky girl shivering in the Lihen Bookstore but in the owl room, "She is a Ravenclaw student, and I One session."

"Oh? It looks like there will be a transformation class for the lower grades of Ravenclaw next Monday morning." Aberforth flipped through a piece of parchment that had been placed on the table with shoe pads. It turned out that it was Dumbledore's curriculum , "Let’s talk about your camera."

　　 He pointed to the camera that had been placed next to him, his expression instantly serious.

　　 "I remember we talked about the Mirror of Eris on the train before, didn't you?" He grabbed the camera and rubbed the inscription on it, "You seem to know it well?"

　　 "Yes, that is a magic mirror that can reflect the deep desires of people," Nelson nodded, "but it can only present false illusions, especially when the person looking in the mirror is addicted to it."

　　 "Yes, Nelson." Aberfors held up the camera and looked at Nelson through the aperture. "It looks like you know a lot better than Albus."

　　 "What happened to Professor Dumbledore?"

"Speaking of which you may not believe, he moved that mirror home a few years ago, and looked in the mirror every day, like a certain narcissistic queen in a fairy tale." Aberfors shrugged, "but no one Knowing what he saw in the mirror, I would rather he saw Anna, but it seems that the truth is not as good as I thought."

　　 "I don't think anyone wants to expose their deepest desires to others." Nelson said casually, "I am like this anyway, and maybe you are the same."

"No, I'm not the same. I can tell you exactly that my desire is that Anna has not suffered those hardships since she was a child. We are still a warm family." Aberfors put down the camera and used those clear blue glasses. Looking at Nelson's eyes, Nelson even had the thought of looking directly at him for a moment, "I have looked at that mirror countless times over the years. It is such a beautiful picture."

Nelson was speechless, and Ariana also hid behind Aberfors and wiped her tears. The image of the man in front of her became infinitely tall in Nelson's eyes. He was no longer his brother's younger brother, and even became a no less inferior to Albus Dumbledore. Giants.

　　 "But your camera, shit." Aberfors suddenly pulled out of the atmosphere just now, picked up the camera again, flicked the button, and suddenly pressed the shutter on Nelson, "It's much better than that mirror."

　　 The strong light of the spotlight made Nelson's eyes pale. As he squinted his eyes and raised his hand to block his face, he felt a slight bump in his stomach by something.

When the paleness in front of him disappeared, sitting in front of him were two Aberfors, two Arianas, and the afterimages of the objects in the office full of vision. Nelson blinked vigorously and saw that the camera was thrown into his arms. in.

Aberforth stretched out his wand, a small wisp of silvery white mist escaped from the tip of the wand and drifted towards the camera in Nelson's arms. The gear mechanism inside the camera seemed to speed up, making a sharp and hurried sound. The photo was slowly spit out, with the back facing upwards, and it was still steaming. It didn't feel like developing a film, but like a printer.

"Take your photos, don't pick them up and look at them. Beware of what monitoring Albus has left in his office." Aberfors looked at the ceiling and bookshelves frivolously, as if he wanted to say hello to his non-existent brother. When Nelson had a playful expression on his face, he quickly added, "I'm not trying to provoke your teacher-student relationship. In fact, he really did this kind of thing, when I was in Hogwarts school—"

　　 Nelson put away the photo and hid it carefully in the pocket of his shirt. He looked up and saw that a ball of paper hit Aberforth from the painting interrupted his words.

"Your camera can capture the desire in the lens." Aberfors lowered his voice, turned his head and glanced at the tightly closed window behind him, then leaned forward and held a photo along the table and pushed it in front of Nelson. He whispered, "As long as you press the shutter, it can put the heart of the person being photographed into the photo naked and naked."

　　 Nelson lowered his head and saw that the picture Aberforth pushed was the one he had taken in the orphanage.

"Look at the adults in the photo." Aberfors guided Nelson's gaze. "The ladies in the middle should be the staff of the orphanage. Look at the adults around you, all in suits, but you Have you noticed that the styles of their clothes and jewelry are too similar, even their looks are different."

　　 Nelson nodded, and he also saw the clues. In the photo, the happy people were surrounded by a gentleman who was very similar in height, clothing, and appearance. This scene even seemed a little scary.

"I thought it was their parents at first, but then I figured it out," Aberfors continued. "Since it is an orphanage, these children probably have never seen their parents. I think it should be in the near future. There is a person who looks like this or dressed up there. It may be a gentleman who goes to donate money, or it may be a government official responsible for procurement. They have a deep desire for such an elder to fill the vacancy in their hearts. Imagine a father like this."

Nelson hugged the photo and was fascinated-the serious and diligent Mrs. Cole put on a pink dress for herself in her heart; the helper girl from South Wales even wore her long hair and put on the clothes of a diplomat; that A group of noisy little ghosts all leaned on their parents' arms; even Martha next door wore gorgeous and avant-garde dresses, gold-wire glasses, and a tape measure in her hand... Nelson looked at This happy scene made me laugh.

　　 "That's fake, Nelson." Aberforth couldn't help but said.

　　 "I know, sir." Nelson raised his head, still smiling uncontrollably, "but their yearning for a better life is true, isn't it?"

　　 "This is after all—"

"Mr. Aberfors, I know." Nelson put the photo on the table, pointed to a person and said to him, "Mrs. Cole, is the director of the orphanage. She has dedicated her life to the homeless. My child is not even married when she is about to retire, but I know she likes to read romance novels the most; Miss Amanda, she came to London to find a job last year, because her oral English frequently hits the wall, but I know she is trying to learn English every day. All kinds of people, including the children in the orphanage, have always had a dream of being a diplomat in her heart; and these children, they may not see their parents, but this does not prevent them from becoming like this in the photo. Decent parents, their children don’t have to stay in an orphanage—if they and society work hard."

Aberforth was silent. He even thought his worry was a bit ridiculous. He stretched out his fist and hit his forehead a few times. He shook his head and smiled satisfied at Nelson, "Seriously, although I don't have a system, but you It still allows me to find a sense of reward that is a good example of being a teacher."

　　 "Since you understand the truth, I will make a long story short." Aberfors took the camera and placed it on the table, took the wand and tapped it along its side, "The prototype is now."

"The level of alchemy used in this camera is no less advanced than the magic mirror of Eris. I suggest you find a wizard who is proficient in alchemy to check it for you. Magic items that can see through the soul are always very dangerous." Abufu While suggesting to Nelson, Si continued to touch the corners of the camera with his magic wand. With a "click", he smiled, "found it."

　　 The camera lens on the table retracted toward the fuselage, the buckles on both sides snapped back like doors, wrapping the lens tightly, and the shutter button retracted downwards until it shrank into a pit.

"Um... it looks like a piece is missing. Did you touch it?" Aberfors rubbed his chin and turned his wand to point to the tabletop. "Restore as before!" A short metal rod grew out of the sinkhole just now, on the fuselage. The peeling black lacquer and cowhide have also been restored, and they look like a famous camera called "Shikumen".

　　 With the restoration of the lacquer and decoration, a sentence close to the inscription also emerged:

　　 "People always want life to be better, but desire always makes them ugly."

　　 "Hey, really cynical." Aberforth smacked his lips.

　　 Suddenly, an armored helmet came out of the fireplace and shouted like a ghost, "Brother, it's time to take some medicine!"

　　 He looked at Nelson with his back to him again, and greeted loudly, still like a ghost, "Next time we will have two together!"

"Can you knock on the door next time, I'll be surprised!" Aberfors patted the table angrily, took a star-shaped bottle from his pocket, walked to the cursing helmet and kicked it back into the fireplace. , He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, his facial features distorted and changed, "Hi, is this the nose I interrupted? It makes me intoxicated every time!"

"You can just sit there. We'll talk later." Aberfors, who has become Dumbledore's multiple sons, raised the small bottle in Nelson's hand, "Be sure to drink the drink you brought with you. , No one can guarantee that someone will poison you. This will be the first principle I teach you."