My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Amen."

Father Crawford sprinkled holy water, and cemetery workers covered the marble tiles. London on September 2 was the same as usual, the sky was gloomy, thick fog and haze were entangled in the world, destroying everyone's lungs and mood, even the west-hanging sun did not let the sky taste the sunset at all The color is bright, there are crows circling silently above the cemetery, under the halo of the sky, the pure white marble is also stained with a heavy dust.

Wearing a dark suit, Nelson bent down and wiped Jonas's tombstone with the palm of his hand.

"Jonas Nicklaus (1885-1939): His time was so cruel that the pen he held did not ultimately make him a poet."

"That's sloppy, isn't it?" He raised his head and put his arm on Tom's shoulder. "A man of that size ended up in a small box and buried in such a one-meter-square tomb." , and even his whole life can only be summed up in such a simple sentence.”

The guests who came to pay homage were all dressed in solemn black formal attire, surrounded Bella under the direction of the priest, looking at Jonas's photo in silence.

"Nel." Tom turned to face Nelson, stretched out his arms to hug him, and patted Nelson on the back vigorously, "The man is gone, but you still have us, you still have Aunt Bella, you have to move forward look."

"I've been looking forward," Nelson returned with the same hug, before breaking free and looking at a group of serious-looking Germans on the edge of the funeral. They are relatives from Jonas' hometown, from Trier, where Nelson used to be. I have never heard Jonas talk about them—I don’t know how they received the news in such a time of chaos, and how they came here across half of Europe. Walking around to witness the death of a loved one in person, like Jonas just walking around the world, Nelson looked away and said to Tom, "And look further."

The silence was over, and the crowd around Bella began to make noise, using their clumsy methods to comfort Bella. Bella was surrounded by forced laughter and socializing, and the crows around the cemetery fluttered away, maybe they also Unable to bear the noise, Nelson didn't know these guests, and he found that he didn't really know Jonas.

"Quack quack—"

"Gnar, you have to go to school." Tom was a little anxious. He still cared more about the living than the dead. "Come back to Hogwarts with me. At worst, we won't have Dumbledore's class!"

"No, this has nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore." Nelson shook his head. "To be honest, I don't resent him. He just did what he thought was right."

"Then you go back with me." Tom grabbed Nelson's arm and begged, "I saw it with my own eyes. The man was killed by Dumbledore with the death curse. The murderer was not you, Nel, don't punish yourself gone."

"You're wrong, Tom." Nelson withdrew his arm, "None of us know who did it, and Dumbledore must have understood that. But that's not what I care about, leaving Hogwarts, is I made a deliberate choice."

Nelson raised his head and looked at the shadows of crows that had become a few smaller ones in the sky, recalling the second half of what happened last night.

...

"Professor Dumbledore?" Nelson, who withdrew his hand from the bearded nose, said in a terribly calm tone. He turned around and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Gnar, I just helped you do what you wanted to do." Dumbledore smiled wryly, "You see, the murderer has already paid the price, and you don't have to sit on the Wizengamot's judgment seat. "

"You killed him." Nelson didn't listen to Dumbledore's words, he just looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes calmly, said and shook his head, "No, it was me, it was my Cruciatus Curse , Muggles can't bear the pain."

"Gnar, why are you bothering, leave it all to me, and go back to Hogwarts to study, that is your forever home." Dumbledore continued to smile bitterly, "With all due respect, in your It is difficult to cast the real Cruciatus Curse, it requires not only strong emotions, but also—"

"No, Professor Dumbledore," Nelson interrupted him again, "when two or more spells are cast on a person, you can't tell which one will finally take effect. Should be much clearer than me."

Dumbledore's face turned pale, he recognized that this was a sentence of cruelty, Nelson seemed to be holding a dagger to keep scratching his heart, and he could only swallow the bitter fruit with trembling lips, the young man in front of him It made him feel powerless about his life experience and ingenuity. He seemed to be trying his best to rush into the abyss. He suddenly realized that he might be the real accomplice. He also understood that many things cannot be reversed once they start. head off.

"Professor, I can't go back."

...

"No, Tom, I can't go back." Nelson gave the same answer. He watched the crow go away, but instead comforted the frowning Tom, "Jonas has also died, and he must hope We can be happier."

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have urged you to do such a thing." Tom sat down on the roof of Jonas' neighbor, lowered his head and fell into deep annoyance. The image of the young boy appeared in front of people, but at this time, he finally exposed the fragility deep in his heart. His slender and thin hands were deeply inserted into the half-length hair, and his shoes and knees were wet with tears. and the dry ground, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be..."

"I just don't go to school, and I'm not going to die with Jonas." Nelson grinned, sat next to Tom, and stretched out his hand to ruffle Tom's hair, which used to be Jonas' favorite thing to do , "Aunt Bella also agreed, my application has been mailed away, what do you think these are useful for?"

"Where can you go if you don't go to school?" Tom murmured.

"I want to take a walk in Europe and have a look." Nelson stared at Jonas's tombstone and sighed, "At least I can't read books now, I want to walk around, I have too many answers I want to pursue it."

"Good boy, that's great. Can I sit here?" A male voice with a thick nasal voice interrupted the conversation between the two. Nelson looked up and saw a tall and thin figure looking at him from the backlight. The ordinary person grew up a circle and looked like a lollipop. Nelson squinted his eyes and saw that his head was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"Please." Nelson shrugged, moved his buttocks to make room, "You don't need to ask me, I'm also a bad guy, you can ask this..."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the tombstone beside him. The deceased wrote a long epitaph for himself, and his family members seemed to have not come to clean it for a long time, making the whole tombstone look blurred. He could barely identify the owner of the tomb He could not help curling his lips. It is indeed a surname that is widely distributed in the UK. You can find this family in any graveyard, and continued, "Mr. Williams."

"I'll just pretend he agreed." The man leaned his crutches on the blurry tombstone, sat down with difficulty, looked at Jonas' tombstone and sighed.

"Sir? Are you still here to see Jonas?" Nelson asked while patting Tom on the shoulder.

"Hey, let me introduce myself." The man straightened his leg covered with plaster, and gasped, "Hiss, my name is Heinke, Heinke Roentgen."

"Mr. Roentgen?" Nelson reflected the identity of the person who came. He was the editor-in-chief who was attacked with Jonas on the street yesterday. "Aren't you seriously injured? Why..."

"That was the injury from yesterday's examination." Mr. Roentgen took a peek around and found no one around, so he tremblingly took out a pack of cigarettes from the briefcase in his arms, and pulled out with gauze-wrapped hands with difficulty. One, and because the fingers were too thick to light, Nelson took out the lighter that Aberforth gave him and lit it for him. At this time, you need to smoke, but when you see Nelson's young face, you withdraw your hand resentfully, "I just bleed a lot, what a bad luck, the two of us are chatting on the street, just because we are Germans , so you have to be knifed."

Cursing, he continued to rummage through the briefcase and took out a stack of envelopes.

"Are you Jonas' nephew? Nelson Wertening Williams?" After hearing the affirmative answer, Mr. Roentgen threw the stack of envelopes into Nelson's arms, grabbed his crutches and stood up with difficulty. Nelson Hastily put down the envelope to help him.

"No, no, no." Mr. Roentgen waved his hand, straightened his waist and pointed to the stack of envelopes, "I saved this for you, Jonasto, but it's not complete, so I'll add some for you."

"Child." Nelson felt a heavy weight in his head. He raised his head and found that Mr. Roentgen was rubbing his hair with his fat hand, "Jonas is a well-known good man. We are all very sad that this happened. , let’s be sad and let it change."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded, watching the back of Mr. Roentgen limping away, and flipped through the envelope in his hand.

Although there are many envelopes, they feel like only a thin stack. On each envelope, a single word is written in Jonas' unique beautiful font:

Going to school, falling in love, getting married, the first child, the second child, the first trip around the world at the age of 24, buying books... and the last "eat, drink and play" with crooked and very different handwriting.

Nelson casually opened the "go to school" envelope, and a thin bank stub fell out of it - Jonas left nothing for himself.

Nelson hugged his knees, curled up, and buried his head in his arms like Tom.

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