My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

On the afternoon before Christmas, London finally ushered in the long-lost sun, and the dilapidated French neighborhoods in the outer suburbs also revealed a burst of prosperity. The smoky chimney also stopped, and the air was much fresher. The window of Nelson's room was wide open, and off-white curtains fluttered outside the window with the breeze. Nelson knelt in his closet and went to put his summer clothes in it. In such a fine weather, even the closet had a lazy warmth. Oceanic taste.

"Gnar, this looks expensive."

Tom sat on Nelson's bed, holding a small open box with Tom's name on it, and holding a black gemstone in his hand. He squinted one eye, pinched the gemstone between his thumb and forefinger, It is close to the eyes and facing the sun. Under the sunlight, the black gemstones show bright red light. When you observe carefully, it seems that there is still a rose-red liquid flowing slowly in the gemstones, paving the room under the refraction of sunlight. A layer of psychedelic color.

"This is amber, a kind of amber." Jonas' voice came from the door of the room. He leaned against the door of Nelson's room. The sunlight hit his face from the window, and his sharp features became deeper. This German man with long gray hair and a thick mustache looks like a black-and-white photo in such a strong light and shadow, "Amber is a specialty of Poland. Although it is relatively rare, it is not very valuable in this age." , it's just strange."

"Tom, this is your birthday present." Jonas grinned, "You can make it into a ring or some small jewelry, I think this color suits you well."

"Thanks...thank you, Uncle Jonas." Tom's cheeks were flushed, and he didn't know whether it was the sun or himself.

"Let's go, lads, let's go downstairs for dinner." Jonas walked into the room, rubbed Nelson's head, who was sitting on the ground, and messed up his soft light blonde semi-long hair, "Well, It looks more comfortable."

Nelson turned his head and looked at the mirror on the closet. His hairstyle at the moment looked very much like David Bowie's Martian - a blond teenager with messy hair. A small amber of the same color that he was holding was in contrast to each other, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth. He stood up on his feet, patted the non-existent dust on his buttocks, and walked down the stairs with Tom shoulder to shoulder.

"After I apply to be resident in London with the newspaper, I'm eligible to adopt you," Jonas said while sitting at the dining table, scooping mushroom soup into a small bowl. The milky white thick soup was steaming, and he put the first Put a small bowl full in front of Bella, and picked up the second bowl, "To be honest, I think some policies should be relaxed in special times. When I went to the market to buy vegetables today, the streets were full of thieves." All of them are half-children like you."

"Jonas!" Bella glared at Jonas complainingly.

"Adopt us?" Tom took the soup that Jonas brought him, and said dryly, as if without emotion, but Nelson saw behind his pale face, the roots of his ears were red to the neck, and it might be a while before the whole back The back will turn red.

"Yeah, it's been planned since you guys were kids, just kept getting stuck with the idiots at City Hall with their idiot forms... oh, sorry Bella." Jonas brought another bowl of soup to Nelson , retracting the hand that Bella had just tapped with a spoon, "They are already big kids. I knew that William II was an old man who couldn't do anything when I was their age."

"Puchi—" Nelson couldn't help laughing when he saw that Tom's back neck had turned red, and buried his face in the bowl.

"But if you want to study literature, or philosophy, or want to be a reporter, I can also help you with your homework," Jonas poured soup for himself, stirred it with a spoon, and shrugged at Nelson and Tom. Shrugged, "But since you have become magicians, I can only read some fantasy novels and imagine for you."

"Many myths and legends are based on the history of wizards." Nelson wiped his face with a tissue, and explained aside, "For example, the Great Master Merlin in British legends is a real person, a member of the Wizengamot, the wizard council. The medal is named after him."

"Oh? Really." Jonas raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I've been traveling around all these years, but I've heard a lot of magical legends, and those stories may be true, it's really amazing!" He After thinking about it for a while, "No, after hearing that you were admitted to the magic school, I should have reacted earlier, but the level of education in this magic school sounds pretty good. I always thought that wizards don't pay attention to humanities education when they have magic. .”

"Gnar is outstanding in the history of magic, and even Professor Dumbledore praised him for his knowledge and knowledge." Tom said proudly from the side, as if he was the one who learned the history of magic well.

"The needle doesn't poke." Jonas raised his head and rubbed Nelson's freshly smoothed hair, "Well, it looks much more pleasing to the eye!"

"But it's true that you don't pay attention to humanities education." Nelson got up and followed Bella to bring the empty soup deep dish back to the kitchen, and helped her bring up the last two dishes, "We only have two History of Magic sessions a week. Lesson, Professor Binns is still a very old ghost . . . if ghosts can be called old."

"Most of the class is asleep," he said, putting a large bowl of stew and steak on the table, "other than that, there are no subjects like language and society, not even arithmetic and geography." .”

He and Bella took their seats, and the four of them put dishes and bread on their plates. "I heard that there will be ancient runes and arithmetic divination in the senior grades, but I feel that they may still be pure magic courses."

"I wish everyone a good appetite." Bella raised the knife and fork, and this small family dinner officially began.

"Divination? Do you know how to use Tarot cards?" Bella asked curiously while cutting the steak. Women seem to be more interested in divination and tests.

"Anyway, our divination class in the first grade is to talk nonsense to a cup of tea leaves or a glass ball placed on a moldy pillow, predicting the state of our own death in the next week." Nelson muttered vaguely while chewing a piece of broccoli with.

"Some prophecies are still very accurate, especially for those who are spiritual in this regard." Tom defended the divination class. Although his divination level was ordinary, he believed in these things very much.

"There have been some prophetic masters in history who predicted the direction of some major events, but I think we mostly use them as a reference instead of superstitious things. For wizards, what is really reliable is not fate, but magic wands." Nelson Swallowing a piece of bread, "However, if I can meet a master prophecy, I'm still willing to do the math."

"You are right to think so," Jonas said loudly, "in my hometown of Trier there is a..."

"Okay, okay, eat your meal." Bella tapped the back of Jonas' hand with a spoon again.

"Okay, okay, it's really not suitable to tell them, but—" Jonas changed the subject, stretched his arms sideways and fished out a book with a cowhide cover from under the sofa cushion, "This is the book I interviewed in Poland. I bought it from a well-known local witch."

"Witch? Isn't it a witch?" Nelson curiously took the book, spread it on the table and flipped through it. There were some patterns in it that looked so mysterious that people thought they were playing tricks. Tom stretched his head over and glanced again. Shrunk back.

"You must have been deceived." Tom seemed a little annoyed, "Wizards have secrecy laws, and they will try to hide their existence as much as possible. People who say they are wizards are usually charlatans, and she also said that she is a witch." , not a witch."

Nelson flipped through the booklet quickly, and he saw that it seemed to explain a complete set of magic techniques. Although he couldn't understand what this technique was, he felt that the contents of the book at least echoed each other. And self-consistent, if it was written casually by a liar, then it is too detailed.

"I think this may really be a magic notebook, but it seems to be quite different from the magic of Hogwarts." Nelson frowned, realizing that things seemed not so simple, "Can you give me this book? "

"I thought it was fun at first, and I heard that there is a man with magic, so I bought it for a little money." Jonas leaned the fork on the plate, leaned back, and tilted the legs of the stool up and dangling , began to recall his trip to Poland.

"I met that witch in Krakow. Her name is Lori Ann Cornalo. She looks not much older than you. She is a girl with blond hair and brown eyes..."

"Why do you see so clearly?" Bella tapped the back of Jonas' hand again.

"Occupational disease, occupational disease, I'm a reporter after all..." He withdrew his hands in pain, sat down, and dropped the chair legs back to the ground, "Her accent is very strange, and she has a puppy... Haha, she actually said that It's a dragon."

"Hahaha!" Tom seemed to have been poked at the point of laughter.

"This witch is most famous for her potions. I heard that her potions are very popular in the local area. The local church is said to have visited her. I remember that the church didn't particularly like to hang ignorant girls on fire in the Middle Ages. Baked it, it turned out that there was a real witch here, but they were persuaded..."

"They always bully the weak and fear the strong." Nelson echoed, cleaning up the remaining vegetable leaves on the plate.

"She said she fell from the sky and was always looking for someone with magic to find her way home."