My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The Icarus was sailing in the calm North Sea. The huge chimney emitted thick smoke mixed with snow-white steam, drawing a line connecting the sea surface and the water surface. There were turbid ripples, somewhat destroying the scene of the sea and the sky, but relatively, this also made the scene more real.

On the second day of the voyage, the cruise ship has left the UK and is sailing in the high seas of the North Sea. Today’s weather is good, the sun above the head is shining brightly, but the temperature is enough to warm the tourists without burning their skin. Taking advantage of the fine weather today, the boatmen and sailors put down the boat and carried out daily maintenance around the Icarus.

"Hey! You guys!" First mate Jack stood on the deck in a brand new uniform, smoking his precious pipe, yelling at the boatman who was clasping the shell at the bottom of the ship. Nelson didn't know it was Scallops or oysters, they are almost the same thing anyway, first mate Jack leaned on the handrail on the side of the boat, and shouted, "Do you want to die?! They eat paint every day, they are poisonous!"

"First Mate, I'll send some to your room later!" The waiter Jack is an apprentice seaman on this ship. He vigorously broke off an oyster that was sucked on the waterline, rinsed it in the sea water, and used a small The screwdriver on the boat pried it open, and then swallowed the sea water whole. He smacked his lips happily, and waved the empty shell in his hand at mate Jack.

"Pick me the big one!" First Mate Jack said angrily, flicking the cigarette ash on the armrest, and drew his head back again.

He raised his head and just saw Nelson standing by the window looking down, so he waved his arms and shouted, "Mr. Williams, don't you want to dance? It's very lively on the deck today!"

Nelson had been writing letters all afternoon, but when he put the letters in an envelope, he found that he didn't seem to have an owl with him. He dropped his pen, leaned his head and stood by the window to breathe—it has to be said, although the window It's big, but it's a porthole after all, and the airtightness is excellent. He sees through the weather for a long time, but it doesn't have any effect. He only sees Jack's mate on the deck waving his hands and shouting something. He pointed his finger at his nose, Seeing Jack's mate nodding, he left the room and went downstairs, and took two glasses of orange juice as he passed by the restaurant.

When we come to the deck, the sounds of the world become clearer. Compared with the silence in the cabin, the cries of seagulls, the shouts of gamblers, the rubbing and whispering of lovers, and all the hustle and bustle of the world become more real.

"Mate Jack, what can I do for you?" He walked to the side of the boat and handed over a glass of orange juice.

"Dancing? I was calling you just now." First mate Jack took the cup, took a sip, raised his brows to look at the cup again, and asked, "Why do you want to drink this?"

"Shouldn't you drink this?" Nelson was also puzzled. "Didn't it mean that sailors would get sepsis because they didn't eat fresh fruit for a long time?"

"How many years ago have you been?" First officer Jack took a drink from his glass and stuffed it into the arms of a sailor who was cleaning the deck with a big mop, laughing, " You can’t know the power of the sea just by reading too many books, you have to take a look on the boat, our current sailors basically don’t worry about those things... At this time, we should drink rum!”

"I don't know how to drink." Nelson shook his head, swaying the orange juice as carefully as he was tasting red wine, and drinking it while smashing his mouth.

First Officer Jack was amused by his posturing, and he patted Nelson on the back and pushed him towards the most crowded part of the deck, saying, "Then you go to the young people's activities ~ you didn't do it yesterday The restaurant ran into you."

"I ordered the restaurant to deliver it to the room." Nelson asked confused, "What?"

"Dancing." Jack's mate raised his eyebrows wretchedly, "A journey across the high seas, a pair of young people who are well-matched, sparked the spark of love..."

"You think too much, first mate Jack, I just..."

"Okay, okay," first mate Jack pushed him into the crowd, and introduced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. Williams from the first-class cabin 309. He is from London. You must have a lot in common. language."

Nelson sat blankly at the long table by the dance floor, and the waiter next to him quickly set out new tableware for him.

"Mr. Williams, where are you going?" A young girl who just came out of the dance floor leaned against the table and asked in a low voice. She seemed to have just performed a difficult dance, and her whole face looked flushed , her well-manicured blonde sideburns were also scattered, and she walked out of the dance floor in such a unique way that she looked like the heroine in a princess-themed cartoon going up the stairs in a long dress.

"Poland." Nelson swallowed a cherry, succinctly.

"Oh?" The young man next to him was a little curious, "What are you going to do in Poland at this time, the place is not peaceful now."

"I'm going on a trip." Nelson took out Jonas's press card from his collar and shook it at them. "I want to do an interview."

"Wow! That's amazing, you look so young." The girl's face turned even redder, and her delicate appearance looked like a red onion after such a toss.

"Uh, don't look at me like this. I've already got a Bachelor of Arts degree." Nelson raised his eyebrows, but still couldn't imitate Jack's mate's obscenity, so he spread his hands and said, "Actually, I'm a nuclear physicist."

He just looked around. This group of people seems to be from a good family background, and they are not superficial, but they don't seem to be engaged in scientific research. Sure enough, when he said this, no one came to talk to him about work or profession. things.

He chatted with the people around him one after another, told a hilarious Soviet joke, and the girl who had just finished dancing laughed and shook him with breadcrumbs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She apologized in panic, "I'll get a piece of paper and wipe it off for you."

"It's okay, it's just dry bread." He stroked his hair casually, and started telling the next Soviet joke.

He really didn't want to go back to the room, and he didn't want to step off the stage to dance, so he kept telling those German jokes that the people loved. A sun lounger, sunglasses borrowed from the waiter, lie down and rest.

After a while, the sun set, and a large circle of people surrounded the bow of the boat. Human instinct prompted them to watch the excitement.

"Look, Mr. Williams, it's a seagull."

Nelson raised his head, looked past the girl who had evolved from a red onion into a human form, and looked at the white seagulls crowded with sculptures on the bow of the ship. He didn't know why these birds ran to such a deep inland sea, but now it seems that they are really It was hard to find such a place to rest.

The group of seagulls was a little anxious by the crowd. They were already thirsty and hungry, so they all became restless. Suddenly, one of them found Nelson with bread crumbs on his head, and rushed forward with his brothers.

After a while, the messy-haired, loveless Nelson was dragged out of the flock in a hurry.

"Sorry, Mr. Williams." The girl who turned into a red onion again knelt down beside Nelson, covering her mouth.

"It's okay, it's just dry bread." Nelson looked up at the sky blankly, it seemed that the journey would not be peaceful.

"Brother, brother," a kid ran over in a childish voice, threw himself on Nelson's side, and said crisply, "Those pigeons really like you!"

"That's a seagull."

"Brother, brother, those pigeons really like you!"

"That's a seagull."

"Brother, brother..."

"That's magic, you can't learn it."

Nelson got up and walked to the cabin, leaving the little kid standing there crying.

When Nelson finished washing and appeared in the small dining room of the first-class cabin, he was greatly welcomed by the passengers on the same ship.

"Let us welcome the warrior who fought the seagull, the eagle soared into the sky - Mr. Williams!"

The surrounding guests all clapped their hands. They are all people who have seen the world, but they still talked about the scene in the afternoon.

"Mr. Williams," a bald young man on the opposite side handed over a plate of lettuce and said with a smile, "Your magic is amazing!"

"As long as you like it." Nelson took the plate feebly, forked a vegetable leaf and placed it on his own plate, and turned sideways to make room for the waiter who brought the steak.

"Speaking of magic, I have a man who knows magic. He said he was a wizard." The bald young man on the opposite side was a talkative man. He handed over a business card, and Nelson took it for a look. Working in a mental hospital in the eastern suburbs, "Mr. Nelson, unlike you, he is a mental patient. He really thinks he has magic. He is the most stubborn patient I have ever seen."

"How stubborn?" Nelson raised his head and asked while picking up the knife to cut the meat carefully, "Are you the doctor with sixteen patients?"

"Ah, it's me. Did you see it on the pier? Don't worry, they won't let them run out." The bald young man nodded and said, "I did a lot of tests on him, and the results showed that he didn't recognize obstacle."

"Oh?" Nelson listened attentively.

"That's the problem. In fact, he doesn't have any magic power. He always says that he lost his wand, so he can't cast spells. This is obviously unreasonable, doesn't it?" the bald young man talked eloquently, "He said he has magic power. The guarantor, he came to the UK to look for that person, but we entrusted the police to search for it for a long time but failed to find it, the Godric’s Hollow he mentioned does not exist at all.”

Nelson's hand holding the knife and fork froze. He cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth. He asked casually, "What's the name of his guarantor? The world is so small, maybe I still know it."

"What's your name... Bathilda Bagshot?"

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