My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yeah." Nelson took the wand and solemnly held it in the palm of his hand. He stroked the scarred wand that had experienced countless masters inch by inch, waved it lightly, and pulled a wand in the air. Blooming flowers, the entanglement and sadness between the young man's eyebrows disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and determination.

"Gnar!" Tom stared at Nelson with burning eyes. He picked up his blackthorn wand and leaned on the tip of Nelson's wand. Sparks flickered between the overlapping wands. "You finally Willing to face myself!"

"What did you say?" Nelson looked down, watching the sparks from the tip of the staff spread to his entire arm, and it seemed to be cheering too.

"You are a genius, you should not be bound by mortals." Tom's scarlet eyes were full of passion, "you should not be hurt by scum."

"I am mortal."

"No, you're not, you just don't know it."

"It doesn't matter," Nelson withdrew his wand. Something seemed to have changed in its core. He gently poked it at a piece of manuscript paper scattered on the ground. As the wand approached, it twisted and deformed like flowing water, pulling With a long torso, long limbs, and plump feathers, when he bent down and the moment his wand really touched the paper, a high-spirited falcon spread its wings. It kicked on the ground with its sharp claws and jumped towards the half-opened Window, then stretched his body, shook off the old feathers on his body, turned his head and gave Nelson a deep look, rushed out of the room and rushed to the sky, and let out a scream of Qingyue.

"Importantly, I agree with you that I don't deserve to be hurt by scum."

...

Nelson and Tom went downstairs, Bella leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes and purred indiscernibly, Tom stepped aside and drew the curtains in the living room, Nelson walked up to Bella, trying not to make a sound, watching With a haggard sleeping face, my aunt took out a towel from under the coffee table and gently covered Bella.

"Jonas?" Bella's eyelashes trembled slightly. She was too tired, but she was a light sleeper, and the slightest movement could wake her up from the dream. The heavy eyelids struggled hard, and Nelson sat At her side, her consciousness finally struggled to wake up, opened her sleepy eyes, and looked weakly at the person in front of her, "Oh, Gnar, it's you."

"Aunt." Nelson held Bella's hand stretched out from under the towel, "You've been tired these days, go to the bedroom and sleep."

"Nal, are you hungry?" Bella struggled to sit up, she smiled, tied the broken hair hanging on her forehead behind her ears, and raised her hand to help Nelson tidy up the clothes he hadn't taken care of for two days Hair, "I'll go to the kitchen and make you some food."

She turned her head and smiled at Tom who had drawn the curtains and walked beside him, trying hard to appear less vulnerable in front of the two juniors, but still struggling to get up, Nelson helped her up by holding her back, sitting on the sofa Sitting up straight, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "Auntie is old."

Hearing this, Nelson's eyes turned red for a moment, and Tom also tensed up, turning his head away from this side. Nelson covered his mouth, nose and half of his face with his hands, and kept shaking his head, "No, no. You're just tired It's over...Go to sleep on the bed in the bedroom, it will be fine once you sleep, and it will be over after you sleep."

He and Tom helped Bella climb the stairs from left to right, just like Bella and Jonas taught him to walk when he was a child... This section of the road is too long, it seems that Bella will be one year older every time he climbs a flight of stairs Similarly, when he reached the door of the bedroom, Nelson discovered in horror that the corners of the eyes of Bella, who had always been beautiful and dignified, had already been wrinkled, and in the gaps between the long black hair, there were already pinches and pinches of silver. .

Tom stepped forward to open the door of the room. Nelson saw Jonas' coat hanging on the back of the chair and a photo of the two of them hanging on the wall beside the bed at a glance. He quickly motioned Tom to close the door, and opened his mouth after deliberation. "Auntie, I think you should sleep in my room. It's sunny in the afternoon and it will be much warmer." Tom also echoed.

"Hehe." Bella took a step forward to open the door, turned her head and smiled gratifiedly at the two, "You have grown up too. However, I want to stay with your uncle, maybe he won't come here often in the future gone."

She walked into the door, stared at the young Jonas and herself on the wall, and muttered to herself, "You mean it, Jonas?" Then she stumbled again.

Nelson quickly stepped forward to support Bella, helped her to lie on the bed, and covered her with the quilt. Tom went to draw the curtains again. Before leaving, Bella suddenly raised her hand to hold his wrist, "Nal, What are you going to do?"

"I..." Nelson was about to tell some lies when Bella's hand slipped from her wrist and fell onto the bed. She hadn't closed her eyes for two whole days—Nelson arranged her hands and tucked the quilt for her, He tiptoed out of the room, closed the door, and looked at Tom who was holding a small translucent snake in his hand.

"did you find it?"

"I found it." Tom casually threw the little snake to the ground, and saw it "bang", and turned into a thin blood-colored thread that could only be seen reflecting light. It started from the feet of the two of them and pointed to the entrance of the house The door, Tom straightened his sleeves, and nodded at him, "We just have to follow it."

"Yeah." Nelson wrapped his coat tightly, grabbed a gray Jonas hat and put it on his head, and took the first step. Tom looked happy and followed quickly.

...

"No wonder the police couldn't find anyone else." Nelson walked on the street and unbuttoned his windbreaker. At this moment, they had crossed no less than ten intersections, and even the sun was setting, not to mention the neighborhood of Polish immigrants. , They even almost reached the neighborhood where the aliens immigrated, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "You can really run."

"Rats are always good at hiding." Tom followed behind and kicked the red wire on the ground. It trembled slightly and pointed straight to a tavern on the street. "I even think it has no repentance. This kind of person really deserves death."

Nelson looked up, narrowed his eyes, and whispered the half-letter name on the sign: Troca's Bar.

He put his hat on top of his head straight, fastened the buttons meticulously one by one, straightened his collar, and strode towards the same dilapidated wooden door of the tavern.

Different from the dilapidated street and shop decoration outside, the business in the tavern is unexpectedly good. Standing outside the door, you can hear the enthusiastic shouting and vulgar shouting inside, but this is actually expected, after all The more sluggish the economy is, the more people will drink to relieve their worries.

Nelson stretched out his hand and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and the wind chime under the signboard remembered with a "dingling clang". The moment the door was pushed open, a tidal wave of sound also rushed out, engulfing the two of them. Based on how a small tavern and dozens of red-faced drunkards make such a loud noise.

"This tavern stinks." Tom covered his mouth and nose, and said in Nelson's ear with a look of disgust.

"Isn't it normal for mice to live in stinky gutters?" Nelson stepped into the tavern, staring straight at the bearded man sitting at the innermost round table, whose neck was flushed and scolded at the next table , this is a fat and strong man with rough manners, a fleshy face, a messy beard and clothes that look like they haven't been taken care of for a long time. He grinned, and his blackened yellow teeth radiated A stench that can be smelled a few meters away - there is a red dot on his bald head, which is connected to the red line under Nelson's feet. The moment Nelson saw the beard, the red line snapped, but he was sure I found the person I was looking for.

When Nelson pushed the door and entered, there was a sudden silence in the tavern for about a second. Everyone who was drunk and dreaming here looked at the door, and most of them glanced back with disinterest and then went on to fight with their inferior spirits. , a few of them who didn't seem to be able to use their brains showed malicious smiles at the two people at the door. In return, Tom licked his lips and showed them a warmer smile.

"Children, you shouldn't come here." The bartender who was wiping the wine glass at the bar was neatly dressed. He was wearing a neat three-piece suit, and he spoke to the two of them in a leisurely manner.

Seeing him, Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise, stood in front of the bar, and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for? Are you looking for the parents?" The bartender put down the wine glass and picked up another to wipe it, but it looked like his towel was a rag, and the wine glass was getting more and more dirty as it was being wiped. The old head sitting by the bar heard some joke Same, laughed out loud.

"Is it funny?" Tom wiped a finger on the chair by the bar, raised his hand and took out a paper towel to wipe it in disgust, and said with disdain, "It's funny, just laugh a little longer, anyway, it seems that you also I can't laugh anymore."

"Listen up, kid. I'm the owner of this tavern." The bartender put down his glass, looked at Tom squarely, and said, "It's illegal to hit a child, but if you're here to make trouble, I'll beat you hard A meal, and then throw you out."

Tom opened his mouth, looking like he was still in the lane, and Nelson stepped forward and stopped him.

"I want to ask you a favor, call that bald man over here." He stretched out a finger and pointed to the bearded fat man at the innermost table. Hearing this, the people around all looked sideways.

"What?" The bartender suspected that he had heard wrong.

"We mean, call me that disgusting fat bald man, please!" cried Tom. As soon as the words fell, almost all the drinking people in the tavern shot up and started yelling and cursing. Only then did Nelson realize that although he was pointing at the right target, most of the people in the tavern were fat people with thin hair.

"Child, I warn you—"

"Tom, do you know who is more powerful, a vampire or a wizard?" Nelson suddenly said something strange, but Tom didn't react, and asked, "Who?"

"You are good at holding a wand." Nelson said, unbuttoning his collar to reveal his wand, he turned to the bartender, grinned and said, "Mr. Vampire, I have no intention of violating the confidentiality law. I have a private matter to find that fat man. I hope you don't worry too much." Mind your own business."

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In addition, let me explain the update, the author is still in school, and I haven't found a job suitable for writing web articles with less money, less work, and less work close to home, and I have to browse the abyss, accompany my girlfriend, etc., so I can only change 3,000 a day for the time being , Holidays can be more, but compared to when I first started writing web articles, I have made great progress, mainly reflected in the faster typing, and it may be four thousand or even six thousand in the future.

In addition, regarding the issue of the exchange group_, some comments and chapters say that I may not see it. If you want to find a place to chat, exchange plots, and if there are more people, I will build one.