My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"So the person who invented the camera was actually a wizard?"

Leaning on the window sill of the Hogwarts Express box, Tom crossed his legs and played with the camera Nelson bought. The Black siblings got off the train at the last stop, and only Nelson and Tom were left in the box.

"Yes, look at the name under the camera, this may be the camera he made himself."

"As expected of you, historian. Do you want to take a photo?" Tom held a red Bibi multi-flavored bean in one hand, and waved the camera in his hand, "Hmm... yes, tomato flavor."

"I asked you to take pictures yesterday, but you didn't take pictures." Nelson slumped on the seat opposite, rolling his eyes speechlessly. In order to lure his pet into the cage, he fought with his dead ghost Yingshort all night last night—the one The cat named "Question Mark" was snoring comfortably on top of his head at the moment, but he was not sleepy, with thick dark circles under his eyes, lifeless as a puddle of liquid.

"There were too many people yesterday, it's too shameful in front of so many people." Tom argued with a scumbag face, stood up, walked to sit next to Nelson, and took his arm, "Come on, cheese !"

"This kind of camera that doesn't need to be washed is so convenient!" As a puff of green smoke slowly rose from the camera and drifted away, Tom held the photo spit out by the camera in his hand, "Yes, it's very handsome." He praised happily .

"Show me," Nelson looked up at the photo. In the black and white photo, he was smiling brightly. The kitten above his head was grimacing at the camera. Tom was holding his shoulders beside him, smiling equally brightly. "Yes, this camera There is also a beauty function."

"What is beauty?" Tom took back the photo and carefully stuffed it into the inside pocket of his clothes.

"..."

Seeing that Nelson didn't respond, Tom turned his head to look at him. The question mark slid down because of Nelson's raised head, and one person and one cat began to fight fiercely again...

"I've always wondered if you'd blow exhaust fumes when you're riding a broomstick." After the fight, Tom stood by the window and breathed on the glass as the train passed through the thick fog.

"It's just the weather in London, especially in the past two years, the factory is pumping out sewage every day."

"But I think it's cool to fly with a puff of smoke," Tom took out his wand, thought for a while, and slowly levitated up. A puff of black smoke billowed under the hunting wizard's robe, and he was flying in the air. Turning around, he proudly raised his chin at Nelson, "How about it, not bad."

"There are still ten minutes to arrive at King's Cross Station, please get ready." The train's announcement repeatedly played the arrival reminder.

Looking at Tom who can levitate or even fly by magic without any props, Nelson admired, "It's amazing, but I think it might be cooler to bring out a rainbow while flying, like a fairy."

...

"Is your uncle at home today?" Tom asked as he walked through the streets of London with his suitcase, and he walked two blocks to Aunt Bella's house. "Tsk, it's disgusting."

Tom's polished leather shoes almost stepped into a puddle of sewage. London these days is full of such messy scenes. Residents on both sides of the street dump domestic garbage and sewage on the street at will. Beggars, Hooligans and thieves, as well as foreigners in a hurry, the chimneys of factories in the suburbs are billowing black smoke, casting a layer of gray on this city, which is already known as the foggy city.

When they were about to get off the car, the two changed into Muggle clothes in the box. Nelson was wearing a large black and white striped wool sweater, thick overalls jeans, and a pair of brown leather gentleman boots under his feet. A beige trench coat with four large pockets, and a gray wool scarf loosely tied around the neck and hanging down to the waist. Tom was dressed very formally, covering himself tightly in a black suit. The emerald and silver collar pin reflected the shimmer at the neckline. He was holding the suitcase in one hand and the birdcage covered in black cloth in the other. , Nelson's cat stood proudly on top of Tom's head, and it didn't seem to want to talk to its owner.

During the several months of campus life, the two of them grew a lot taller. Pedestrians on the street looked at these two well-dressed teenagers unscrupulously, and a few jobless people even showed malicious smiles.

"Is this the level of law and order in the British Empire?" Tom sneered disdainfully, and then gave them a provocative smile, "Chamberlain should bury himself in his backyard. If he used magic to fight back when he was attacked, it would not violate the " The International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act?" Tom licked his lips excitedly, his handsome face was a bit hideous, and a scarlet light flashed in his black eyes.

"See what's going on. If you blow up a street, it should still be against the law." Nelson stopped Tom's dangerous thoughts, and the two walked to a deserted alley, opposite the alley where they grew up. Orphanage, "Uncle should be at home. Last week he wrote to say that he had left Poland and returned home."

"Bang—" Walking through the alley, a skinny boy wearing a worn-out newsboy cap bumped into Nelson's arms, "I'm sorry, sir." The voice was a little boy about ten years old, and he stepped back while apologizing, pressing his hands With the brim of his hat on, he quickly turned and ran away.

"Interesting." Nelson looked at his back, whistled, and put his hand into the pocket of the windbreaker. Tom raised the corner of his mouth, let go of the box, and shook his arm lightly. The wand slipped out of his sleeve and was held by him. in hand.

"That's magic." He was a little eager to try, "Sure enough, going home on vacation is a good choice, and there are wizards stealing things in the Muggle community."

"It's magic." Nelson narrowed his eyes, and saw the kid in the newsboy hat slipping in through the back door of the orphanage from afar. "It's amazing. Just after we left, this kind of character came out of the orphanage."

"It must have been picked up by Mrs. Cole. I feel like she's almost exhausted, and keeps picking up people in the orphanage like a nun." Tom looked up in the direction of the orphanage, "What did he steal?"

"It's just a wallet, and I don't have a few pounds. Galleons are all in the box." Nelson shrugged. "The nuns of the church don't pick up children. They pick up a few gentlemen who are willing to collect donations."

"It makes me sick, but it's unrealistic to want everyone to be like Mrs. Cole," Tom curled his lips in disgust, "She's a really nice person, let's help Mrs. Cole educate this kid, she always It means that you would rather starve to death than steal."

"Let's go home first, I put a small thing in his pocket." Nelson took his hand out of his pocket and held the handle of the suitcase, "You have to put the luggage down first, depending on his age, it should be next year Freshman at Hogwarts."

"Well, anyway, I'm going to visit the orphanage in a few days."

"Hahaha, I wonder if he has eaten the chocolate that brother Tom left for everyone?" Nelson smiled narrowly.

Tom's face was flushed, and he pulled the box and walked stiffly to Aunt Bella's house.

"Wait, Brother Tom, I want to eat chocolate too!" Nelson pulled the box and ran after Tom. Tom's footsteps became faster, as if he wanted to summon a broom and fly away directly.

After a while, the two stood at the door of Aunt Bella's house. Nelson took a deep breath, stepped forward, and rang the doorbell.

...

"Uh, Nal, have you been abandoned too?" In the cold wind, Tom, who had stood at the door for half an hour, wrapped his coat tightly, put his hands on the belly of the kitten in his arms, and had birth with Nelson. A sense of sympathy for each other.

"Probably, Tom." Nelson buttoned up his trench coat and pulled his scarf tight, looking like an anti-war sculpture.

"You two handsome gentlemen, what are you doing here?" Two big hands fell on the shoulders of Nelson and Tom, and they turned their heads slowly.

"Jo...Uncle Jonas, Aunt Bella." Nelson stumbled in the cold wind and greeted, Tom also nodded stiffly, pretending not to be afraid of the cold, but the sudden cold war still made Jonas Si and Bella behind them burst out laughing.

"We went to buy you some delicious food." Bella raised her hand and showed Nelson and Tom the ingredients in her hand, "Go in and make Christmas dinner for you."

Jonas took out the key to open the door, and Nelson and Tom, who followed in, rushed to the sofa near the fireplace and hugged the pillows.

Jonas took out a bottle of fruit wine and four cups from the kitchen, and put them on the coffee table with clangs, while Bella teased the kitten, "It looks so funny!" It seemed to be very close to Bella, Rubbing her chin against the back of her hand, she purred comfortably.

"This is fruit wine sent by relatives in my hometown. The alcohol content is very low. You can drink some." Jonas filled four cups with pink fruit wine, and a fermented sour-sweet aroma filled the air. in the living room.

"I'm going to the kitchen, you guys talk first." Bella took out a bamboo basket from the fireplace, picked a square pillow of the right size from the sofa, put it in the bamboo basket, and placed it on the bamboo basket by the back of her neck. In the basket, it "meowed" in a ball, and soon lost its sound. She added some water to Tom's owl cage and opened the door, "Tom, this bird is nice, can it eat corn?"

"I brought feed, Aunt Bella." Tom answered obediently.

"That's great." Jonas sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and took a sip from his wine glass. "The gift I brought you is in the basement. You can go and see it later."

"Thank you, Uncle." Tom was as well-behaved as "someone else's kid" now, and he didn't even touch the wine glass.

"Uncle Jonas, how is Poland?" Nelson asked, playing with his wine glass.

"It's not good, I feel like a war is coming, the people there are very fanatical, and there are homeless people everywhere." Jonas said worriedly, "I can't control you when you go to school, but don't Run around."

"Jonas, come and help me chop vegetables!" Bella's voice came from the kitchen.

"Go to the basement to look at the presents." Jonas stood up on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. "You will like it."