My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Go faster." Aberforth urged. He led Nelson onto the small wooden boat on the Black Lake pier, and ordered Ogg to row to the opposite shore. The small wooden boat was driven by the magic to ride the wind and waves, giving a huge and The surface of the calm Black Lake left a blade-like ripple, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore." Ogg held the oar in one hand, and held Nelson's shoulder, who was a little unstable due to the turbulence in the other, and looked out at the mist-shrouded lake in the distance. "What can you tell me directly? That's it."

"What's going on, Professor?" Nelson was a little dizzy by Aberfors's incident, and he hesitated to ask with some faint concerns, and his tone gradually became sharp and sharp, "What happened to my house? Is it? What's wrong with aunt?!"

"Your aunt is okay, I'll tell you slowly when I get on the train." Aberfors was sullen, unable to see any thoughts from his expression, so Nelson had to calm down and watch. He pierced through the water with the bow of the boat and shuttled in the mist. The closer he got to the shore, he became increasingly restless. He only felt that sharp rhythms pierced into his mind, as if nails were tracing the blackboard, and it was like a frame. The rusty gramophone was singing loudly. He suppressed his anxiety and unconsciously covered his ears with his hands.

"That's the singing of a mermaid." Ogg's voice rang above Nelson's head. He looked up. Ogg's face was no less sad than Aberforth. He muttered to himself, "What's the matter? They are normal. I won’t sing on the water."

　　The harsh singing voice gradually faded, and Nelson failed to see the true face of the mermaid until the end. He only heard Aberfors urging him, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

I don’t know how long it took, and with the sound of a "clang", the bow of the boat shook as if it hit a rock. The ropes piled up on the bow flew up and extended into the fog ahead, seeming to be entangled in something. , And then towed the boat close to the dock.

As soon as the boat stopped, Aberfors grabbed Nelson's arm and jumped ashore. He greeted Ogg hurriedly, and then took Nelson to the school gate without looking back. Nelson had to trot. Following behind him, Aberfors took out a golden pocket watch to watch the time as he walked, and then suddenly slowed down. Nelson confiscated his speed and almost hit his back.

　　 "Okay, let's go slowly." Aberfors handed the pocket watch to Nelson, looked at the school gate in front of him, and whispered to him, "The train has already left, we don't need to worry."

　　 "Mr. Aberfors--" Now it was Nelson's turn to be anxious. He heard the siren from the station in the distance, and a stream of steam slowly rising from the mountains. He didn't know what to do.

"It's okay," Aberfors took his shoulders and walked towards the school gate, but it was a lot slower. He slapped Nelson's shoulder hard, while lowering his head in his ear and said, "It's okay, I'll take you. The apparition passes, and you can apparate after you walk out of the school gate."

　　 "Oh! Hogwarts--"

　　 "That's right, Hogwarts does not allow Apparition, but it loses its restraint after leaving the school gate, but..."

　　 "What's wrong? Sir."

　　 "Nothing, I just don't want to take you there like this, I think you'd better take the train there."

　　 "But the train has already left, the next trip has to wait for tomorrow."

　　 "Yes, so Nelson, tell me." Aberfors took Nelson out of the Hogwarts gate, stood outside and asked in a deep voice, "Are you a strong kid?"

　　 "Sir, I'm not a child anymore." Nelson was still a little confused, but he had some bad guesses, and his voice went low.

　　 "That's great." Aberfors let go of his arm and grasped his arm tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Nelson felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and the pressure from all directions pressed his body. He seemed to be immersed in invisible and intangible water in a void space. He was about to drown. The huge pressure separated his five senses. Feeling his eyes, nose and ears squeezed back into his body, like a description of jumping into a black hole in a book, he was pressed into a piece of dough and stretched into a piece of noodles, and then— —

He breathed in the cold and muddy air around him. The London smog he inhaled in an instant might be the amount of an ordinary person for a week. Even if this feeling made him breathe hard, he still tried to open his throat and breathed greedily. Unclean air.

He opened his eyes and squeezed out the tears on the cornea. Even though his vision was still blurred, he could still see the general scenery around him. He found himself in a room surrounded by bookshelves, next to the window. The desk and the ground around the desk are scattered with manuscript paper, which may be due to oxidation. The red ink stains on the manuscript paper are extremely dazzling. On the chair next to the desk sits a woman in a black dress with no lips. Bloody, haggard face, two large dark circles on his pale face are particularly eye-catching.

　　 Nelson's consciousness returned to the body, and he was relieved, knowing that he had experienced the first Apparition in his life.

　　 "Auntie?" He whispered the name of the woman at the desk. She clearly faced the two of them, but there was no response. He called again, with a slightly louder voice.

　　 "Huh?" The focus of Bella's eyes returned, she twitched the corners of her mouth, and smiled reluctantly, "Gnar, you're back."

"Yes, aunt. What happened?" Nelson asked anxiously. He suddenly felt hot and humid in his palms. His eyes moved with his thoughts. He saw that he was holding on tightly because of the huge pressure of Apparition. Foss’ arm, he used too much force. The nails of his **** and thumb scratched Aberfors’s sleeve, and even penetrated deeply into his arm. A warm blood was flowing down his palm. His wrist.

　　 "Sorry sir." Nelson released his hand quickly, looking for tissues and handkerchiefs.

　　 "It's okay." Aberfors took out his wand and wiped it on his arm. The wound healed. He looked up at Bella, took off his hat and bowed in salute, "Mrs. Nicklaus."

　　 "Mr. Dumbledore?" Although Bella was still a little unresponsive, she tried to say hello when she looked at the man who came back with her nephew in front of her.

　　 "Well, the same can be said, but I am his brother, and my name is Aberfors." Aberfors buttoned his hat on his chest and said solemnly, "Sorry, Mrs. Nicklaus."

　　 "Hehe." Bella was in a daze for another moment, and then he laughed, "You and your brother look so alike."

　　 Aberforth didn't explain the compound soup, magic or other things. He just nodded and put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

　　 "What are you talking about?" Nelson's eyes widened, and he asked loudly, "Where's Uncle? Where is Uncle Jonas? I came to him to promise my razor!"

　　 "Gnar..." Bella pushed hard, stood up, walked to the front of her nephew, bent down to hug him.

"Don't... don't come over!" Nelson stepped back, and Jonas sent the three of them to the train station this morning. Even if he saw Bella at first sight, he understood what happened, but he just didn't want to. Believe it, it seems that as long as he doesn’t admit it, things won’t happen. He backed away in a panic, avoiding his aunt’s arms, and shouted, “Uncle! Jonas! Where are you?! This joke is not funny. !"

"Nelson!" Aberforth pulled him back by the back of his neck, and yelled, "How did you tell me at the school gate! Now your aunt is the only one left, do you want more? Let her comfort you?"

　　 Nelson stayed where he was. After a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, he opened his arms, not like a child thrown into the arms of an elder, but held Bella in his arms.

Aberfors saw this scene, turned his back to face the bookshelf, lowered her head and took off her glasses, and Bella, the woman who was still smiling and greeted with Aberfors, was now lying on her nephew who was taller than herself. In his arms, sobbing silently.

　　 "Ding Dong--" The doorbell rang, and Aberfors blinked, put on his glasses, walked to the entrance of the study, and said, "I'll take a look."

　　……

In the living room downstairs, Nelson was bringing out a plate of tea cups from the kitchen. Mrs. Cole, who heard the news, sat tightly next to Bella, holding a soaked handkerchief, and wiping tears in her eyes. Bella was still sad. On the single sofa at the far end, Aberfors was communicating with two men in police uniforms on the couch. In the kitchen, Masha brought by Mrs. Cole is busy helping to make tea.

　　 "Nelson, aren't you... sad?" Martha asked timidly as she picked up the kettle and poured water into the teapot~www.NovelMTL.com~ what do you think? Now it’s not my turn to be sad. Nelson smiled. He remembered the letter Jonas sent to himself on his birthday this year: "Nall, although you are getting further and further away from the poetic route I planned for you, I still hope you can have a poetic touch. And a humorous life, start with this little thing-think of a joke for my funeral, and then think of a more funny one for your own funeral. "

　　 He hummed Jonas’s favorite tune before his death, walked to the living room with a tea cup, and poured the tea one by one.

　　 The two policemen cleared their throats and took out the files from their wallets.

"First of all, I still hope that the two can live up to their grief and change." The older policeman said, "We have caught one of the murderers, and one is at large. However, we have grasped his situation and I believe it will be soon. Arrested and brought to justice."

　　 "Why are they... why are they attacking Jonas?" Nelson poured tea into his teacup. The hot tea overflowed and splashed on his feet. He didn't feel anything, but asked silently.

"This...it's a long story. The main reason is that we didn't maintain law and order." The younger police apologized. "These people are a group of extremists. They are entrenched in West Side. Well, three blocks away from here, Polish immigrants gather. District, you know, Germany almost destroyed Poland today. The Mr. Jonas they met on the street happened to be of German origin. He happened to be talking to the editor of their newspaper about the interview in Poland last year. I was also seriously injured... I'm sorry..."

　　 "Can they vent their grievances on innocent people without protecting their own country?" Nelson put down the teapot, lowered his head, and couldn't see his expression clearly.

　　 "Sorry..." The young policeman took off his hat and lowered his head in shame.