My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Cuckoo..."

The faint sunlight hit Nelson's face through the clouds, morning mist and curtains. He struggled to sit up, and the quilt slid from his belly to the floor with his movements. He looked up at the window sill, the window was opened a crack, and the heavy curtains swung occasionally. The sunlight in Wudu City was never so direct, and it was always difficult to tell whether it was morning or evening—from the position of the sun, he could barely judge when it appeared. It should be morning.

Nelson reached out to touch the water glass on the bedside table, and the cold touch made him remove it from his lips for the first time. Thanks to it, he finally woke up from the dazed state, and poured the cold water in the glass onto the window sill In the flower pot above, Nelson was holding the cup, feeling the gradually satisfying, warm and even hot touch of the cup wall in the palm of his hand. He picked up the cup again, took a sip of hot water, and completely woke up. He suddenly felt that his head was heavy and his face was in hot pain, so he turned his head to look at the mirror on the closet door, and there were a few small red paw prints on his left cheek.

Nelson made a quick move and grabbed Tom's unhappy-looking bar-headed owl from the top of his head.

Holding the fiery little owl aloft, enduring its frenzied pecking at its forearm, Nelson removed a roll of parchment from its ankle.

...

nelson:

Judging from your two consecutive letters, the matter is urgent enough. There are very few wizards in such a long history who can learn to use magic power before being educated, let alone use it to take things from wizards' pockets. All of them were brilliant people... or people who died young because of magical riots.

In fact, you don’t have to worry too much. Occasional restlessness in magic power is something that every little wizard will encounter. Shattering a cup is too common... After all, special experiences may make some children’s minds too delicate and sensitive.

Nelson, although it is inappropriate to ask you to do errands on a holiday, please go to her as soon as possible and explain the situation to her. I will come to deliver you something during breakfast. It is specially made by me ■■■■■■■( Blot out), which effectively curbs potential obscurity, and you give it to the girl. Although this is against the rules, life is bigger than these boring programs.

By the way, I kind of regret buying Tom the owl, it's a bit grumpy indeed.

Your loyalty

Albus Dumbledore

...

Nelson tried to identify what Dumbledore had scribbled out, but after looking for a long time with no results, he had to give up. Folded the quilt, opened the window, hugged the spotted owl and threw it out, stuffed the parchment into the pocket of the pajamas, put on his clothes and slippers, and prepared to go downstairs to wash.

As soon as he got out of bed, he tripped over something. Nelson looked down and saw that it was a huge red and white striped wool sock more than one meter long. He bent down to pick it up and clamped it to his waist. There seemed to be a stick or something in it. , he smiled, only Jonas would do this kind of thing.

"Nal, your hair really looks like a bird's nest now." Tom was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, and he saw Nelson standing at the door of the bathroom through the mirror, and he joked vaguely.

"Because it did make a bird's nest just now." Nelson was about to say hello, but suddenly yawned again, resulting in a strange sound. He took out his toothbrush from the cabinet and squeezed toothpaste on it. "Merry Christmas."

After washing up, the two walked down the stairs to the living room.

"The self-filling ink pen is so easy to use." Jonas on the sofa raised his head from the newspaper and showed his white teeth at the two of them. "Do you like the Christmas present?"

Tom pulled out a slender silver chain from his neckline, which was inlaid with some slender green broken gemstones, and the runes were engraved all over the chain, which seemed to be some words of blessing and blessing. The silver chain was strung on Tom's slender At the bottom of his neck hung a black stone set in a silver ring, it was Tom's amber, and in the light of the living room, the black gemstone looked like Tom's eyes, shining brightly in the backlight of the fireplace. Hui.

"It suits you very well, Tom." Jonas praised sincerely.

"Thank you." Tom put the necklace back shyly.

"Gnar? Do you like your gift?"

Nelson grabs the oversized sock in his hand and shakes the stick out - one falls onto the couch.

Nelson's mood at the moment is very complicated. It's hard to say that this cane is not beautiful. In fact, it is very luxurious.

Its length is about one meter. The black handle is slender and straight, almost non-reflective. You can't tell what kind of wood it is, but you can feel the cool and delicate touch after holding it. It is solid in weight and even in texture. A good stick that everyone wants to pick up and wield for themselves. The tip of the rod is covered with a thick layer of frosted brass, and the upper part of the rod is surrounded by a circle of golden metal bars, on which are finely engraved with the content about the Tower of Babel in "Genesis". Looking up, The head of the staff wraps its own orange-yellow amber in a structure similar to a crown.

Nelson believed that if he walked the streets of London with it, he would definitely become the brightest star in the night sky.

"As a literary and artistic worker," Jonas cleared his throat and shook his head with a little complacency, "I know British culture very well."

"What do you know?" Bella came out of the kitchen in an apron, carrying a basket of bread, biscuits and hot milk, and several bottles of jam in the box. She picked up her walking stick and swished it—this The action touched the hearts of three other people in the room, and they, eager to take over, took their canes and waved them around.

"Not only Gnar, I ordered one for me and Tom. I know that every gentleman in London needs a walking stick. It is not only convenient for them to travel, but also—" Jonas continued complacently, he The words were quickly interrupted by Bella with a stick.

"Every gentleman in London needs a cane?" Bella kept poking Jonas angrily, "Do you know when this became popular? My grandfather was back then, and now anyone but the old man wears it Son? Do you want them both to go to school and be laughed at?"

"Actually, Aunt Bella," Tom said aside, "things like walking sticks are quite popular in the wizarding world."

Bella looked suspiciously at Tom, then at Nelson.

"That's right," Nelson agreed. The aesthetics of the wizarding world seems to be slower than that of the Muggle world. It seems that unimaginable network delays have been encountered in the dissemination of fashion elements. In the shops of Diagon Alley, men wearing medieval stockings and velvet shorts can sometimes be seen. In such a place, if you can go out on the street with a gorgeous cane, you will truly become the brightest star in the night sky...

"It's because of my foresight—" Jonas felt that he was getting better, and he asked for credit again, but was smashed by Bella with a stick.

The Christmas breakfast started with such lively laughter.

"Gal, why are you looking around?" Jonas looked at Nelson, who kept turning his head as if fidgeting, with some confusion, "Can't you find anything?"

"I'm waiting for Dumbledore." Nelson's eyes moved back and forth between the fireplace and the door, "He said he was coming to deliver something."

"Is he coming to London for Christmas?" Tom was playing with his cane, swishing it, chewing a slice of bread and looking at the fireplace. "Why? Floo powder?"

"That's what I'm curious about." Nelson looked up at his watch. "He has something to do these few days. I guess it might be a messenger, or a clone...or just get out of the telegram."

"Huh?" Bella stood up, "Is Dumbledore coming? I'm going to make a pot of tea."

"No, thank you." Dumbledore's voice came from behind Nelson. He turned around and saw a huge silver-white flying bird waving its wings and leaping in from the window.

"Professor Dumbledore." Nelson and Tom stood up, and the big bird in front of them had folded its wings and was standing on the back of an empty chair by the table, combing its feathers with its head bowed.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Nicklaus, Mrs. Nicklaus." Dumbledore nodded to Jonas and Bella.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Dumbledore." Jonas stood up and wanted to shake hands, but seemed to realize that there was a bird in front of him, so he quickly withdrew his hand, "Sorry, I don't know who the teacher of Gnar and Tom is A... uh..."

"Phoenix." The big silver-white bird spoke slowly. Glowing feathers kept falling from its body, rising up again, turning into a ray of white light and dissipating in the air. "To tell you the truth, I am actually a human being."

One person and one bird suddenly burst into laughter under the confused eyes of others, as if they just said some funny joke.

"This is the Patronus Charm, an advanced use of emotional magic." Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus said slowly, "If you are interested, I can teach you when you are in the third grade."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Okay, time is limited, Nelson." Phoenix turned to look at him, and spit out a nut from his slender beak, "Bring this to that child."

"Okay, I'll go in the morning." Nelson nodded, picked up the nuts and put them carefully in his pocket.

"Thank you." Fenghuang turned to look at Jonas and Bella again, "Sorry to borrow your precious nephew to help me at Christmas, but this involves a poor girl..."

"I don't have time anymore. When I have free time, I will definitely visit the door in person." The phoenix flew up from the back of the chair and hovered in the air of the restaurant. "Mr. Nicklaus, I think we should be able to chat."

"Okay, Mr. Dumbledore." Jonas stretched out his hand and shook the protruding claw of the phoenix.

Dumbledore's Patronus emitted a brighter light. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Tom and Nelson. He didn't know what he was looking at. Then it exploded and turned into dots of light scattered in the air, and then another Each one went out.

"Eat quickly, lads!" Jonas handed them a plate of sausages, "Go on the road when you are full, and there is a poor girl waiting for you to save."