My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Didn't expect us to be homeless, Gnar."

Dumbledore stood alone in the office, with his back to the door, facing the sad painting depicting the dilapidated scene, even Fox who accompanied him every day was gone.

"Merry Christmas, Professor." Nelson finally entered the principal's room after saying hello to the armor for a long time. The fire in the fireplace was so strong that it was flickering and crackling like firecrackers. He unbuttoned his coat, Putting the wand in the sleeve of the sweater, he hung the coat on the hanger at the door, "Where is Fox?"

"It doesn't want to spend the holidays with an old stubborn like me," Dumbledore smiled humorously. "Maybe he is playing with another phoenix somewhere in England."

"Are there any other Phoenixes?"

"Of course, there will always be, otherwise how could there be so many phoenix tail feathers as wand cores in Ollivander's wand shop?" Dumbledore turned around, and a chair in the painting behind him fell from the broken window. Falling over from the penetrating cold wind, she wailed silently, "In this world, you will find the same kind no matter what, do you want something to drink? As a teacher, I allow you to have a drink tonight, if you want, you can also You can call Tom."

"He's spending the holidays with the teachers and students staying at school," Nelson shook his head. "He can't be without the Christmas tree."

"He's different from you," Dumbledore thought deeply, "he's able to handle with ease in such an environment."

Wizards seldom believe in religion, but the holidays cannot be missed. For British wizards, Christmas is a rare day when they can resonate with the vast Muggles in this land.

Long before the start of the holiday, the Hogwarts Express was running at full capacity, sending groups of homesick students back to the place where they grew up. Those who stayed here were unable to return home or had no home for various reasons. Someone who can go back.

"I still have a family, Professor," Nelson thought of what Dumbledore said when he entered the door, and couldn't help answering, "Don't you have one too?"

"Maybe," Dumbledore shrugged. It seemed that the conflict between him and Aberforth had not been significantly reconciled, but the sharp-eyed Nelson noticed the package Dumbledore put on the chair, the unwrapped wrapping paper There were a few pairs of gaudy socks piled up in the middle of the festival, which may be the reason why he was so melancholy during the festival. Dumbledore quickly collected his mood, looked at Nelson, nodded at the painting behind him, and said, "Anyway, tonight There is really no place for the two of us to go tonight, so I want to invite you to my house as a guest, I put those things there, would you like to come with me?"

"Will you lead the way, Professor."

"Let's go," Dumbledore looked at the empty picture frame beside the painting, sighed, stretched out his hand, and touched the dusty house. Then, his figure disappeared in a twist, and a dull voice came from the picture frame Came, "I hope you don't mind the mess in my house."

"Give my regards to Aberforth."

Nelson blinked at Ariana, who poked her head out of another frame, stretched her hands back, put on the coat she had just taken off, and rushed into the painting.

The girl lifted the corner of her skirt, slightly bent her knees, and expressed her festive blessings to her elder brother and Nelson who had passed away.

Nelson only felt as if he had jumped into the icy lake, and after breaking through some thin ice floes, he entered another more desolate and colder world.

The texture of the wooden floor under his feet was somewhat hollow, and the foundation under the floor seemed to have been hollowed out by moths. He looked around, and the surroundings were indistinguishable darkness, making it difficult to tell whether he was in reality or deep in illusion.

Nelson took two steps forward, and there were creaking sounds everywhere—rats, rotting floors, wind disturbing the door—and with the musty smell filling his nose and mouth, he knew that he had come to a place where no one had been there for a long time. Old lands set foot in.

"Be careful, there are some holes in the ground," Dumbledore's voice came from the darkness, "I used to come here to clean up frequently, until my stupid brother... you know, he has a bad temper, and in just ten years Today before today, he hid in the house and ambushed me."

"Did Aberforth hit you on the nose?"

"Yeah, he seems to have a special liking for this part, which is incomprehensible," Dumbledore groped in the dark, making the sound of knocking over furniture from time to time, "his preference is always so confusing, just Like...don't use the Illuminating Charm if you don't want to get caught in Aberforth's trap."

"Is it so persistent?"

Hearing Dumbledore's warning, Nelson's heart was also a little hairy. He simply stood still, staring at the looming stars in the distance through the cracks in the window nailed by wood in the corner due to the gnawing of insects.

"Okay, here." Dumbledore's surprised voice came, followed by a click, the few remaining oil lamps in the room lit up, and after a while, Dumbledore was biting a clip on his wrist He whistled and walked into the room where Nelson was. He raised his hand and said with a smile, "He still likes to play some children's tricks."

"Maybe Aberforth doesn't want to really hurt you, after all, you are his only brother left."

"I would rather he hurt me." Dumbledore lowered his head, looked at the devastated ground, and shook his head. "You may have to wait a little longer for me to clean up this place."

"Let me help you, Professor."

Nelson bent down, letting the corners of his coat drag on the dusty ground, the flap on the pocket was squeezed from the inside, a silver chain slipped down the fabric, and shortly after, small round white heads emerged from the They stick out of their pockets, use their stickman-like bodies to carry the small silver balls, and slide to the ground holding the rope.

Dumbledore watched this scene with great interest, and saw those small balls opened one after another under the control of these little people with only a pair of bean eyes, and turned into small saws, hammers and other tools. After a while, Nelson's pocket Dozens of these villains ran out, lined up enthusiastically, rushed into every corner of the house with tools in their hands, and soon there was the wailing of the Shuoshu being expelled.

"Is this... alchemy?" Dumbledore asked curiously, while waving his wand, he reset all kinds of furniture scattered on the ground, "It looks so cute."

"That's right, professor, this is the unique magic that my friend taught me. I can't do anything else, but sweeping is very good."

Nelson turned around, back to back with Dumbledore, just like the conductors of two bands, under the control of magic, pure water was precipitated from the air, condensed into a jade belt around Nelson, it deftly shuttled around the house Clean all the accumulated dust.

From time to time, he raised his head to look at the paintings hanging on the wall, one of which showed the scene of the principal's office. Compared with the neat and warm place, this room seemed to be in another world.

Some alchemy dolls waved their needles and thread and jumped onto the sofa, pulled out silver threads from the small balls on their backs, and quickly threaded them on the needles to mend the gaps that were full of animal feces and tooth marks.

"The windows don't—"

Dumbledore just wanted to stop it, but Nelson moved a step faster. The wooden board nailed to the window slowly fell off, and was cut into a shape matching the hole in the ground to fill it in. Dumbledore nodded, and then Shaking his head, "We must let the sun shine in."

The overturned bookshelf was leaning upright against the wall, and the yellowed and scattered pages were re-bound into a book in order, and they jumped back to the bookshelf by category. Even the peeled off wall covering was painted with new putty. The dark stains could not be covered no matter what, so Nelson had to move the repaired wine cabinet over to block the stains, and the brand new candlesticks were placed on the clean dining table. Not long after, this old house becomes like new.

Dumbledore stood in the bright as ever house, looking a little cramped, he could only smile and high-five the villains passing in front of him, Nelson stood by the window, looking at the obviously magical festival atmosphere of the village not far away , asked curiously: "Professor, is this Godric's Hollow?"

"Yes, after Anna's accident, our family moved here from Wotuyuan. If my mother is still alive, she will definitely like you very much. She likes children who work quickly."

Dumbledore pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table, squinting his eyes to feel the joy of eating with his family back then, but when he opened his eyes, there was only an empty table and three other empty chairs, just when he felt a little When he was disappointed, Nelson came to his side, pulled out another chair and sat on it, and those little people who had finished their work climbed onto the table, making the whole house noisy, they jumped and lined up, giving Nelson gave a comical salute and jumped back into the pockets one by one.

Dumbledore stared at this scene in a daze.

"Do you want it? Professor," Nelson asked in a low voice, "I can ask if they want to stay and help you maintain the house."

"I'm just a little embarrassed," Dumbledore broke from the memory, how long has he not been home? It's been so long that I can't remember clearly. At first, he always thought that a place without people could no longer be called a home, but when he really revisited the old place, he missed his brother a little bit, "It's the first time I invited you to our house as a guest. Guests help clean up."

"I just happen to be good at this kind of thing," Nelson lifted a pile of cockroaches from his arms, and winked at Dumbledore, "Professor, Merry Christmas, this is a new dessert from Hogsmeade, Cockroach heap."

"It can't be a real cockroach, can it?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, picked one from the pile of cockroaches, and threw it into his mouth. His tightly locked brows quickly relaxed, showing a surprised expression, "Taste good!"

"I thought you'd like it."

This pile of weird desserts quickly dissipated the coldness of the cabin, and Dumbledore put on a smile he hadn't seen for a long time. He waved his hand, and a crimson feather flew towards the wall, igniting the coldness behind him. In the firelight, with the sound of a phoenix, a delicately shaped silver box gradually appeared and slowly flew towards Dumbledore.

Seeing the box, Nelson frowned. This silver box seemed to be made of countless parts, but it was airtight. The traces and shapes of these stitches were the same as the style of the items he made, but he never I remember making this kind of thing myself, the front of the box was engraved with the logo of the Deathly Hallows, and it was filled with golden metal. A few of them almost penetrated the box, the edge of the scar, and the scattered parts wriggled and deformed, as if they wanted to sew up the wound by themselves, but were hindered by some unknown magic power and couldn't get close.

Nelson pulled the box closer to him. The strong handle was soaked in red and black blood stains, and even the color of the metal was completely eroded. He could vaguely feel the scorching magic power colliding with each other. A brutal battle.

"Professor, this is—"

"Credence gave it to me. I was curious about how he knew that the invisibility cloak could restrain the blood curse. I never thought that this would be the standard answer you found in the ending." Dumbledore Lido stared at Nelson's lowered eyes and said meaningfully, "He told me that you cut out an invisibility cloak that didn't exist in time, and this is something that you in the future want to give to yourself .”

Nelson looked up with some concern, and asked, "Professor, how did Credence pass the box to you...does he look all right?"

"I'm not sure," Dumbledore commented cautiously. "I haven't had much contact with him, but I've never seen him so relaxed and cheerful."

Nelson checked the box silently. In his vision, all the enemies that might have an impact had been dealt with, but why did this box still experience that kind of danger? He pressed his hand on the blood stain on the handle, black The bloodstain slowly backed away, revealing the inscription on the handle—two simple letters: N.T.

"Time is not something that anyone is qualified to touch," Dumbledore said softly, as if seeing what Nelson was thinking, "any of your allies may breed greed for this shocking discovery, The future is elusive, but if there is an opportunity to hold the past in your hands, people will go crazy for it, no matter how expensive it is.”

"I see, Professor."

Still unable to find a way to open the box, Nelson ran his hand over the box and loaded it into the small ball he carried with him.

"Go back and enjoy your holidays with your friends," said Dumbledore, smiling. "I want to be here by myself for a while, before Aberforth suddenly remembers that I haven't ambushed me this year."

He waved his hand, the clip still hanging from his sleeve.

Nelson nodded, turned around, and walked into the painting leading to the principal's office.

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I wish you all can do what you want to do in 2022, thank you for your support, let's see you next year with Gnar and Tom.