My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Jonas Nicklaus is a saint both in virtue and in knowledge, and we don't know whether his death is a loss to the world or a gift from God to him..."

At noon on September 2nd, a small memorial service was being held in the church where Nelson often worshiped. Nelson was sitting in the front row of the chapel, staring up at the black and white portrait of Jonas. Nas couldn't resist Nelson's request to take the photo. This was the first and last photo Nelson took of his uncle. In the photo, Jonas smiled awkwardly, looking a little relieved and more nervous.

"... Jonas was a funny, charming man who wrote in his second published book: 'If only one could book one's own funeral before one's death, I hope the master of ceremonies or the priest I can use my death to tell a joke - on the one hand, I hope that my family and friends can get away from sadness and relax for a while, on the other hand, if my death is stupid enough, I also hope that I can take this opportunity to warn the world lest they repeat my mistakes and repeat my stupidity'..."

The priest spread out a Bible on the stage and spoke solemnly. As soon as the words fell, he smiled slightly. The guests under the stage also understood and laughed quietly. Bella, who was on Nelson's shoulders, also raised her head and smiled at her nephew.

"Then I'll make a joke about his death." The gray-haired Father Crawford put down the cross in his hand and wiped away his tears. "Jonas has been fighting for peace all his life. Go deep into the war-torn country, go deep into the battlefield, go deep into the battlefield to find the truth, and hope that his reports can alert the world, call for peace, and save those countries and people in deep war - but in the end he died in the hands of the people he expected to save ..."

The old priest’s accusation with blood in his smile was loud and echoed in the high dome of the chapel. He was a good friend of Jonas during his lifetime. When Jonas and Bella first moved to London, he was the first person in this block The people who accept them, Britain is a country with a strong religious atmosphere. On Sundays, no matter whether you believe in religion or not, it is always good to sit in church for a while, and Jonas' talent is in this land of immigrants struggling to survive like a refugee cave. The neighborhood seemed so different. Over time, Father Crawford and Jonas warmed up. After telling this not-so-funny joke, he began to recount the life of Jonas. This was the first time Nelson knew about it. My uncle, who was running around outside all night, did so many things.

"Life always sneaks up on us..."

The stained glass of the church depicts a picture of doves flying from the abyss to heaven. The sunlight is also dyed through the glass, and the light beams wrapped in mythical stories hit the glass chandelier hanging on the top of the church, and the light is constantly refracted. Imaged on the wall behind the priest, it painted a picture that was exactly the opposite of the stained glass painting - flocks of muddy falcons pounded the muddy swamp, and the flying white feathers of doves were stained red, making The falcon at the head looked bruised and dripping with blood. The falcon jumped onto Jonas's shoulder and looked at the people outside the painting with him. Nelson blinked. He clearly saw Jonas turn his head and look at himself Glancing, grimacing and blinking, Nelson was fascinated and smirked until the sun shifted sideways and the light-woven falcon flew away.

"...May you receive the grace of the Lord when you return to the bosom of the Lord. The Lord knows all your good deeds and mistakes. For good deeds, a loving father will reward you. There are inevitably mistakes in human life, and a loving father will forgive you..."

"Man was born from the mud and returned to the dust. May your soul rest in peace in heaven."

"Amen."

The guests stood up and followed the priest, bowing their heads and making the sign of the cross.

"Amen."

After a while, Father Crawford put down the cross, stepped off the stage, and walked towards Bella. Bella, who was wearing a plain black dress, stood up, took Nelson's arm, and began to greet Jonas' former friends and colleagues, Cole The lady walked in front of the two wearing a black veil, hugged Nelson gently, and took Bella's hand.

Nelson couldn't stand the atmosphere. He passed through the crowd and walked to the door of the church. Nelson stood still on the square outside the church door, surrounded by groups of white pigeons, picking up the grains scattered by the believers on the ground. A group of crows flew from the east and landed on the cross on the roof, pecking at the liver of the bound idol.

"Nelson, are you feeling better?"

Nelson looked aside, a tall man in a black velvet suit was leaning on a Roman column next to the gate, his squinted eyes looked at him through half-moon glasses.

"Mr. Aberforth? Thank you, I'm much better." Nelson approached him, leaned against another pillar, took out the lighter that Aberforth gave him, and played with it boredly. He nodded, "You If there is magic in the world, will there be a heaven?"

"Nelson." He glanced at the silver iron box in Nelson's hand, and said in a deep voice, "You have to know that for a person with a very clear mind, death is just another great adventure."

"Huh?" Nelson raised his head and asked in surprise, "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes, it's me." Dumbledore asked curiously, "How did you know it was me?"

"It sounds like you said that." Nelson put the lighter into his pocket, "Besides, Mr. Aberforth doesn't wear velvet clothes, he usually wears woolen sweaters... Oh, yes, your business is over ?"

"Not yet, I happened to come to London to do some things." Dumbledore followed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and said, "I think it's the most pleasant to hear an adult repeating some clichés endlessly at this time. People are getting bored, I think you may need the company of friends more, so..."

He took two steps forward, and Tom, who was hiding behind the pillar, came out slowly, he opened his mouth, but seemed to be choked, he didn't know what to say, just like a carp in a pond spitting bubbles in the morning He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. After holding back for a long time, he slowly spit out two words, "Gnar..."

"It's okay, it's all over." Nelson stepped forward, but comforted Tom. He reached out to put his hand on Tom's shoulder and hugged him tightly. Tom patted Nelson on the back, closed his eyes and smiled. Said, "Great, Uncle Jonas will be very happy to see you like this."

After a while, Nelson let go of Tom, grabbed his shoulders and laughed, "Where did you get the suit, why is it so wrinkled?"

"I just bought it in London, and it doesn't fit well." Tom said with a smile. Seeing this scene, Dumbledore nodded, walked behind the pillar, and disappeared.

...

"How could this happen?" After sending the police away, Nelson frowned and walked around the living room. The relatives of Jonas and Bella will arrive in London tomorrow, but the other murderer has been caught for a long time. The murderer's confession was sent out, but it was in vain, and the arrest warrants that were sent out seemed to disappear. Except for a few liars who wanted to fish in troubled waters, no one could provide any useful clues.

"Gnar, the police will definitely find him." Bella sat on the couch covering her face and leaned her elbows to her side, but the people there were gone, and she, like the London police, rushed to nothing and fell. On the sofa.

"Nar." Tom, who was sitting on the side, stood up, walked to Nelson and whispered to him, "Go to the study, I have something to say."

Nelson helped Bella up, poured her a cup of hot tea, and walked to the study side by side with Tom.

"Are these the glasses that Uncle Jonas...had worn before?" Tom closed the study door and pointed to the gold-rimmed round glasses with some cracks on the left lens on the desk.

"Ah... yes." Nelson glanced at the glasses, then quickly turned his head back, and nodded, "These are the glasses he was wearing on the street yesterday."

"That's good. Gnar, I think the police in London are a bit inefficient." Tom lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, "These Muggle law enforcement officers make me sick, they always complicate simple problems to turn complicated things into a mess."

"They're... just Muggles, after all."

"So." A red light flashed in Tom's eyes, and he said seriously, "I think punishing the murderer can't be done by others, we can do it ourselves."

"The law... will judge them." Nelson's tone became more and more shaken.

"Judgment can be handed over to the society, to the law, to order." For the murder of Jonas, who cared for him a lot since he was a child, he was no less resentful than Nelson. Playing the role of the father of the two of them for a long time, the first time Tom swung his fist at the bully was taught by Jonas. If Nelson were not here, he might have found the murderer and personally tortured him. Tom raised his head and stared at Nelson, struck the iron track while it was hot, and said in a high voice, "Don't you want to catch him yourself? Don't you just let Uncle Jonas lie in the basement of the church and say goodbye tomorrow? Don't you trust him at this time?" Those Muggles, let the murderer get away with it?"

"I..." Nelson was speechless, his education and awareness did not allow him to do these things, and he realized that even though this was another world, even though he was a god among mortals when he waved his wand, he still A man in a case. He scratched and closed his palms on the corner of the table, and his joints made a cracking sound due to the force. After a long time, he finally murmured, "But... how should we find him? I only know how to transform, I— —”

"Small problem." The scarlet in Tom's eyes became more intense, he pulled out a wand from his backpack, pointed it at Jonas's glasses, and said slowly in an unpleasant tone similar to Parseltongue, "Licking Blood Seeking Traces .”

A small gray translucent snake squeezed out from the tip of the wand, nimbly jumped onto the table, spit out a message and touched the glasses, then climbed up the window sill along the table and disappeared.

"Gnar, you forgot something." Tom pulled out another wand from his pocket, and the black fir tree reflected a faint light under the cold sunlight outside the window.