My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The hard, thorny shell on Christian's body has been completely crumbled and peeled off. As she tells her story through tears, it seems that in ten years, the only way to relax is in the presence of these two people who have only met for a few days. Coming down, like a quail that managed to escape from the vulture's nest to the flock, it waded through mountains and rivers, dragging its fluffy and wet hair to the arms of two big birds, crying to them about the wind and rain it encountered during the journey. Blowing rain and attacking by insects and snakes.

"You don't have to pity me." Christian looked straight at Nelson, whose expression was changing, with a stubborn little face, "Everyone will suffer, I just experienced it earlier, and there are many people who are more unlucky than me. "

"You always said something that suits my heart." Tom rode a chair on the ground, turned to Christian, and said approvingly to her.

"Ah——" Christian's pale skin turned red, and his appearance really looked more and more like Tom. She lowered her head, as if she didn't know what to say, so she could only continue telling the story, "I At first I thought I was a freak, but then I thought I should have supernatural powers, and I heard that Germany is recruiting such people? Are they looking for wizards? Do they want to form a wizard army?"

"Maybe I want to trick some wizards into dissecting and doing experiments or something," Nelson interjected leaning on the windowsill. "Even if it's true, it might be a vampire, werewolf, giant, or some other magical creature."

"What? Are there such things as vampires? I thought they were just monsters in books?" Christian was startled, and a little scared. After all, vampires have been used for a long time to scare children who don't sleep well, and they don't know This is the first time she has shown such an expression today.

"Hahaha," Nelson and Tom looked at each other and said with a smile, "You're a witch, Christian, the kind of witches in books who cook potions on broomsticks, even witches ran out of books, they naturally Will too."

"Besides, those monsters are nothing to worry about." Tom added disdainfully. "They can't even talk, let alone perform magic."

"Hmm!" Christian nodded reassuringly, and continued, "I've always been worried that my specialness would be discovered by others... You know, those traffickers are not good people."

"To be honest, that's exactly why we came here. I saw you using magic in the alley before, and you were very emotional last night." Nelson took out a nut from his pocket and said seriously, "Some little wizards In a depressive environment for a long time, they may deliberately suppress it because they are afraid of their own magic power. If this situation lasts for a long time, you may be eroded by it and become a silent person—a kind of magic power riot. Magical monsters full of destruction."

"But don't worry, we've pretty much concluded that you're safe." Seeing the fear on Christian's face, her eyes widened, and it seemed like this was the hardest news for her to take tonight, Nelson added , "You can control your own magic power. What happened in the corridor before has confirmed all this, and the silent one is uncontrollable."

The fear in her eyes had faded a little, but the anxiety was still lingering.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is an expert in this field, and he will come to see you when he is free." Nelson comforted, "At least you have not turned into a cloud of black mist floating in the sky now... "

Nelson seemed a little less comforting, and he sensed that Christian was getting more and more anxious.

"What's there to be afraid of?" said Tom impatiently. "If you were Obscure, Nelson dropped that nut on your forehead, and you wouldn't be talking so much here."

His rough words seemed to gain Christian's trust more, and her anxiety eased a lot.

"Besides, you've been rescued too. There won't be hooligans or hooligans around here. There's nothing to be afraid of." Tom made a final decision.

"Hmm." Christian raised his face and squeezed out a small reply.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious. The traffickers have been arrested. Why do you still want to steal? Stealing is bad behavior." Tom expressed his confusion, and was a little angry, "I don't think Mrs. Cole will Even if she starves to death herself, she won't let you down to the point where you need to steal to fill your stomach."

"Sorry, Nelson, I will definitely pay back the money." Christian put his legs together, sat on the chair full of restraint, clasped his knees tightly with his hands, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say you stole it yourself?" Have you ever done anything?"

"Oh, yes, that's the catch." Tom answered her nonchalantly, "Yes, I stole, and the conditions in the orphanage were not so good back then, and we never had enough to eat, Cole After Madam took over the orphanage, I met Gnar, and I realized that behavior was wrong, so I returned everything I stole, and they forgave me."

"What about you, Miss Jewell?" Tom asked coldly, "Why are you stealing? I won't let a thief follow us into Hogwarts!"

Christian sat more cautiously, buried her head deeply between her hands, and kept shrugging her shoulders while holding her head.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta--" a drop of tears hit the dusty floor and splashed in all directions. Tom and Nelson froze in place. Although Tom's prestige in the orphanage has not dissipated until today, he also I have never seen such a scene before. In less than a minute, the small piece of ground seemed to have been splashed with half a glass of water, and the girl who was crying at others with her head held up was unexpectedly caught by Tom. So I cried like this.

"Hey, don't cry..." Tom was a little at a loss. He stood up, stretched out his hand to touch Christian's shoulder, then quickly retracted his hand, walked around in place, pulled out his wand and thought, it seemed It was as if he wanted to cast a stun spell on her directly.

One hand held his wand wrist, and the other stuffed a handkerchief into his free palm. It was Nelson who had just jumped off the ledge.

"Oh, it's a nice transformation." Tom looked at the neatly folded handkerchief in his hand. The white base was embroidered with complicated green lace, and even embroidered a small handkerchief with a different expression on each of the four corners with gold thread. snake.

"Here, wipe it off." He handed the handkerchief in front of Christian, his tone was rarely gentle, "I don't blame you, in fact Muggle currency is worthless to us, but theft It's really wrong. I'm afraid that there are still traffickers running around coercing you to steal things for them... If there is, I will catch him."

Christian raised his head, covered his face with one hand, took the handkerchief with the other, and buried his head in his arms again.

"I'm just... woo, the people who came with me are... all rescued from human traffickers," she said intermittently, sobbing, "They all know that I... woo... I do Thieves, I want to buy some... buy some candy for them, I want them to play with me... woo...but I don't have any money."

"It's okay, it's okay." Tom patted her on the back lightly, comforting her with his imaginary mother's voice, "It's over, you can go to Hogwarts with us next year."

The girl threw herself into Tom's arms, hid her face, and wailed in a voice Nelson had never heard before.

...

"Oh, damn it." Turning the alley where he met Christian for the first time, Tom glanced back, pulled out his wand from his sleeve, and wiped it carefully with the cuff, "Doesn't she know that the corners of her clothes are dirtier than her hands?" Is there too much?"

"Didn't you give her the wand?" Nelson was also holding the wand in his hand, swinging it around like an ordinary teenager playing with a twig he picked up at random, "Well, today's explanation needs to be written on two pieces of parchment gone."

"What can I do? I just don't want to see that look. You don't really think I'm soft-hearted, do you?" Tom expressed his hard-heartedness with a straight face, "No way? No way? No way ?”

Before leaving, Christian, who learned that the hat on his head was made of a wall and would disappear today, held on to Tom's arm and looked at him helplessly. They want to put a permanent setting spell, but unfortunately, even the two people who have a different learning progress have not learned it here-Tom is not even interested in transfiguration, just like Nelson was mediocre in potions class Same. Christian, who heard that the newsboy cap can only last for one year, was also very happy. He took Tom's arm and said that he would ask him to strengthen the spell every year until Nelson mastered the permanent setting spell.

"Can you stop imitating Dumbledore's expression, it looks disgusting." Tom waved his hand in disgust, as if trying to repel a fly.

"I think this expression is very friendly." Nelson stood in front of Tom with a smile on Dumbledore's face.

"..." Tom didn't speak, walked around him quickly, and the two chased back to Nicklaus' house.

...

On the sofa at home, Nelson was telling the story of Christina to his uncle, and the aunt who was preparing lunch also ran to the sofa and leaned on the uncle's arms to wipe tears.

"What the hell is going on?" Nelson heard Tom scolding from upstairs.

"Don't swear, Tom!" Jonas heard the noise and went upstairs.

"What the hell is going on!" Jonas' voice came from upstairs.

"Jonas, don't swear in front of the children!" the aunt yelled.

Nelson and his aunt ran upstairs and saw the two standing at the door of Tom's room. Looking closer, Tom's window was wide open. The bird's cage was already a twisted piece of scrap metal, with a few bloodstained feathers hanging from it.

"I haven't even named him yet," said Tom, standing in the doorway, dazedly.

"I haven't even learned how to write a bar-headed owl..." was Nelson's voice.