My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Nar, how are you going to concoct him?"

Nelson ignored him, but stared down at the beard. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the beard's bald head with his fingers. The touch of the nails across the skin made the beard's scalp numb. He raised his eyes hard, looking like Looking up at Nelson as he rolled his eyes, and seeing him looking at him, Nelson stopped his hand and looked at the big beard. The big beard was staring at him so that his heart was hairy, and he closed his mouth and struggling staggeringly.

　　 Nelson wiped his hand on the tablecloth, smiled and shook his head, making the bearded heart more hairy.

He remembered the ridiculous reason why Jonas was attacked. It was so funny that he couldn't believe it was true. He always thought that there might be a huge secret hidden behind Jonas's murder, perhaps against him. Some people want him to remain silent, perhaps even for himself, for the past of those fathers that they don’t know... He has already made plans to face a stronger enemy, but the truth of the matter is unexpectedly simple—

The murderer’s mind has basically been destroyed by alcohol and his own mediocrity. He doesn’t even need to use any dementia or Veritaserum. He doesn’t even use the simplest speech skills, and he can easily learn from it. This man sees everything through his greasy and stupid mind. He is such a rash and impulsive man whose body is faster than his brain. He really attacked him because he occasionally encountered a German on the road.

"I always thought," Nelson put his hand on the top of the bearded head again, he gently scratched his scalp with his nails, as if looking for a convenient location for the operation, he slowly said, "A true patriot, insulted in the motherland. At that time, they will appear on the battlefield instead of nesting in the tavern like a mouse."

　　 "Woo woo woo." The beard struggled and twisted, seeming to want to say something.

　　 "Don't move." Nelson put his entire palm on the top of the bearded head and held him tightly. "You know? The man you killed, the German was a reporter."

"You must be thinking, so what? A German who is a journalist or a German, right?" Nelson took his hand away, turned and waved to Troka who was whispering to another bartender. , Continued, "Last year he went to Poland for an interview and witnessed the division of Poland with your neighbors, Czechoslovakia. I don’t know if you know that Warsaw was even more fanatical than Berlin at that time. Thieves like you still care about the motherland. Are you humiliated?"

　　 "Woo woo woo!" The beard's struggle became stronger.

"Did you know? He has written countless reports, hoping that other countries in Europe can value Germany's ambitions. No one in this world expects peace more than him!" Nelson drew his wand from his arms and deceived him viciously. With the wand against his eyebrows, the fir-tree wand under the tremendous force seems to bend, "You know? He runs around all year round, just to protect the scum home like you from the war! You know! Is he? He has been married for so many years and has not given birth to children, just because he is afraid that children will distract him from his career! Did you know? He still told me the day before he died that he wanted me to be a life-long person who strives for the happiness of others ! Do you know? Do you know? You, do you know!"

　　 Nelson made the smallest sound with the greatest strength, his face turned sullen, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled. He wished that he was a vampire or werewolf, so that he could tear the disgusting person in front of him to pieces by himself.

"Tell me, what's his fate!" Nelson made a fist with his left hand and slammed it directly on the beard's mouth. With a punch, Tom's curse even failed. The beard opened his **** mouth and greedily Breathing the air, Nelson grabbed his collar and raised his face in front of him, and yelled with nose to nose, "You tell me! Tell me! Ah? Open your stinky mouth and tell me!"

　　 The bearded man closed his mouth. He stopped struggling and turned his head to the side, not daring to look directly at this hideous young man.

"I'm here to tell you, he, all of you who have been running around for this scumbag country, were stabbed to death by your flirty patriot!" Nelson loosened him and grabbed the collar. Throwing back on the chair and reaching out to pinch his throat, he felt that a shell on his body was cracking. Although it was not broken, it was undoubtedly a lot easier. He grinned and looked at the greasy face that was gradually turning blue and purple in front of him. , Raised his chin and squinted, "Is it painful? I am more painful than you. I believe Jonas-Oh, the German who was stabbed to death by your understatement, he is more painful."

　　 "Nal." Tom looked at the stranger Nelson, and cried out worriedly.

"I'm okay, Tom." Nelson turned his head and smiled at Tom, staring at the scarlet eyes with bloodshot eyes. Compared with Troca, they seemed to be more vampires, and he turned back to stare at the beard. , Bent down to help him straighten out his wrinkled clothes, patted his face gently, and asked softly, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Do you agree?"

　　 The beard nodded and shook his head frantically.

"It looks like you agree," Nelson ignored the crazy nodded beard, patted the other half of his face lightly, nodded and said, "but it may not be the same as you think, it may be in your acquaintance In, death is the most painful thing, but we, there are countless ways to make you taste more painful things."

"Aren't you curious about what this is?" Nelson raised the fir-tree wand in his hand and held it flat in front of the bearded man to show it to him. "This is the wand, yes! That's the expression, yes, the same as you think. Yes, I am a wizard, this is a stick for magic."

　　 The bearded eyes widened, and even if the spell to seal his mouth disappeared, he just stubbornly struggled on the chair, his eyes full of begging and fear.

"I never felt that I was superior to anyone, but you forced me to do the same. Jonas taught me the same way, but he died—dead in your hand." Nelson retracted his wand and held it back again. The bearded temple said, "Sorry, I have never used this kind of magic before. This is the first time I have used it. It may be a bit strange. I hope you don't mind."

　　 "Drill the heart—" He said vigorously, word by word, "剜—"

"Except your weapon!" A red light flashed in the tavern. Along with the distortion of the air in the center of the tavern, a man in a solemn black suit appeared in the tavern. He held up his wand and pointed it in Nelson's direction, "Nelson, don't be like this. "

Nelson’s fir-wood wand flew high, spinning in the air, and flew into Dumbledore’s hand. Dumbledore stretched out his left hand, caught the wand, looked down, and sternly said, "Don’t go astray. !"

　　 Faced with fear and various unheard of scenes, the bearded man was a little weak, his head tilted and fainted. Tom stared at Dumbledore alertly, and handed the blackthorn wand to Nelson's hand, while pulling his yew wand from his sleeve and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Tom, it's a kind of courage to dare to challenge the strong." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "But are you sure you want to attack the teacher outside of school? I don't look down on you, I just think a second grader is here. Compared with the teacher in terms of magic attainments, it should be a little far behind."

　　 Tom didn't speak, he glanced at Nelson worriedly, holding his wand more firmly.

　　 "Professor Dumbledore, are you going to be an accomplice too?" Nelson turned and looked in Dumbledore's direction, his long pale blonde hair drooping down to cover his eyes, and his expression was not clear.

　　 "Accomplice, what accomplice?"

　　 "He killed Jonas, will you even hinder me from asking for justice?"

"Gnar, can I call you like this?" Dumbledore said softly, "Gnar, you are not seeking justice, you are abusing lynching, and wizards are not allowed to perform magic on Muggles. Don't Wrong again and again."

　　 "..." Nelson drew out the slender iron needle used to insert olives from the lemonade on the table, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com held it in his hand, "Professor, this is not magic."

　　 "Gnar... not like this, think about it, your uncle, would Jonas want to see you like this?"

　　 "Professor, this is the difference between you and Jonas." Nelson raised his head and stared at Dumbledore mockingly. "He never wanted me to be what kind of person, he just wanted me to do what he wanted."

　　 He turned around, ignored Dumbledore, picked up Tom's blackthorn wand and continued to point it at the beard.

　　 "Gnar! Stop!" Dumbledore yelled, his auburn beard trembling, "I'm doing this for you!"

　　 Nelson stopped and turned around, staring straight at Dumbledore, his mouth tangled up, and he uttered a soft sentence, "Good for you."

"What?" Dumbledore's eyes widened. He thought he had misheard. Even Tom lowered the hand that held the wand and confronted Dumbledore, turned his head and stared at Nelson suspiciously. This was the first in his life. He was dumbfounded by this inexplicable plot when he heard the **** from Nelson's mouth.

"I said, good for you." Nelson shook his head and spoke clearly. Now he has ignored him. He has left behind everything he knew in his mind and stared at Dumbledore without fear. He opened his eyes and said, "Why do you want to be good for me? How are you sure that this is good for me? Professor Dumbledore, you were not there when Jonas was killed, and now the murderer is about to be punished, you are here ."

　　 "Nall...trust me, will you leave this to me?" Dumbledore spread his hands, "You go back to school with peace of mind. This must be what Jonas wants to see."

"is it?"