My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gyocunda, you know a lot about house-elves."

Nelson hugged the wooden box with tea, and he and Jokunda climbed up the stairs, passing through the towers, corridors and halls of Hogwarts. Although Christmas has passed, the festive atmosphere is still hidden in the festival that has not been completely cleaned up. Decor, "They'd have to make breakfast all over again without you."

"It's okay, after all, the Hufflepuff lounge is next to the kitchen." Jokunda yawned, tore off the gauze from his forehead and stuffed it under the saddle of a bronze knight statue by the roadside, "Besides, they are actually very Common, they are responsible for the hygiene of the entire castle, but you generally don't pay attention to it."

Soon, the two came to the door of Dumbledore's office. Seeing that Nelson was not alone, the armor shook slightly and stopped moving.

"Dumbledore, you can't think she's a spy just because she's been to America, she's still a Hogwarts student!" Professor Sykes' voice echoed clearly even through the thick solid wooden door. In the corridor, "You can have a problem with me, I know, you don't want to see me, you are Albus Dumbledore after all! But why would you—"

Professor Sykes' voice dropped, and she seemed to challenge Aberforth with a different topic than at the beginning. Out of instinctive curiosity, Nelson's ear moved closer and closer to the door.

"Don't listen, she's talking about me." Jokunda took out the wrapping paper of the purple cabbage-flavored bubblegum from his pocket, spit out the leftover bubblegum from chewing in his mouth, sealed it, and looked around. Turning around, she saw the armor standing upright at the door of the office. She lifted the visor of the armor and pretended to be careless and threw the wrapped bubble gum in. Nelson saw the armor shaking again.

"Strange, why is this armor moving?" Jokunda knocked on the breastplate suspiciously, and there was a "bang bang" echo.

"Maybe it's been too long." Nelson also stepped forward and knocked on his good brother.

"Pour the tea later, please slow down, please!" Nelson heard the whisper of the armor, "Aberforth said, by the way, can you help me get rid of the garbage in my body after I'm done?"

"What's that sound, Nelson, did you hear someone talking?" Jokunda put his hands to his ears in confusion, and listened.

"No, maybe you heard it wrong." Nelson shrugged. "Or maybe you have a Parseltongue and can hear the murmur of the basilisk hidden in the Slytherin Sanctuary in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets."

"No problem." Nelson whispered into the armor's ear.

"That's a good idea. I'll write it down later." Jokunda nodded, seeming to like the joke.

"By the way, did you go to the United States to study abroad?"

"No." Jokunda shook his head, "I smuggled across."

"?"

"Cross the Atlantic Ocean on a broomstick."

Before Nelson could digest the news that had shocked him for a whole year, the door of the office slowly opened from the inside. Aberforth seemed to be unable to stand up to Professor Sykes. His voice came from the office, revealing There was a sense of relief, "Our tea seems to have arrived, Melissa, sit down and rest for a while, I believe you are also tired."

Nelson didn't know what had happened during the time he'd been in the kitchen, all he could feel was the air in the room being heavier than the thickest creamy soup, the embarrassment approaching substance coming through the door. Escaping outside the door, stretched out its claws to wrap him.

Nelson bit the bullet, walked into the office with his neck shrunk, and Jokunda followed behind him ghostly.

"Oh? Jokunda?" Aberforth asked uncertainly. He seemed to have just heard about this student from Professor Sykes.

"Are you treating everyone else as a fool? Albus!" Professor Sykes couldn't help it again, she patted the armrest of the chair vigorously, and said heavily, "Pretend not to know her now?! "

"Ah, Melissa, you have to calm down. After all, you also said that I haven't seen her in person before." Aberforth winked at Nelson frantically, and he tried to make an "Albus Dumbledore Sitting in front of the desk with a smile as if everything is under control", "Nelson, can I trouble you to pour us four cups of tea? I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Nelson tried his best to harden his already hard scalp. In front of the three of them, in the silence, he gently put the wooden box on the desk, and took out the tray and teacups from inside. , a spoon, and a wooden grid with small gadgets such as candied sugar cubes, and put them one by one into the matching box. His movements are extremely slow, as if he has experienced the simple work of pouring tea. The enjoyment of art.

He stacked four small porcelain plates with blue and white paintings in the middle of the four sides of the desk, and placed four teacups of the same material and color in the middle of the porcelain plates, with their hands facing the same direction... After a series of dragging After the unstoppable confusing operation, his imagination was finally emptied, and he poured just the right amount of tea into all four teacups.

"Ahem." Sitting opposite Aberforth, Professor Sykes, who hadn't spoken for a long time, broke the silence.

"I hope Aberforth won't treat me badly after we're done." Nelson closed his eyes, ready to face the storm from Professor Sykes.

"Ahem." Professor Sykes whispered softly, took a sip from his teacup, "Nelson, I blamed you before."

"Sorry, Professor Sykes." Nelson's mind hadn't turned the corner yet.

"I mean, I didn't expect you to be such a person full of life." Professor Sykes nodded, "Although the subject I teach is Charms, I actually don't want these activities full of life Wands or servants to complete, I think the hands of wizards should touch their lives."

"Papa papa!"

Aberforth clapped his hands vigorously, flattering, "Melissa, your attitude towards life alone is enough for me to learn for a lifetime, I think—"

"Albus," Professor Sikes said, interrupting his potentially awkward compliment, frowning, "Honestly, I think you're really weird tonight."

"What's the matter?" Aberforth crossed his arms on the table, propped his chin, and showed the look of "Albus Dumbledore sat in front of the desk and smiled as if everything was under control" look like.

"Don't you think you've been talking nonsense to me all night today?" Mrs Sykes looked like she was going to frown her eyebrows, with the expression of a Muggle-school headmaster gazing at the students in the grade. "I even doubt that you cast an Oblivion Curse on yourself, if it wasn't for you—"

"Okay, okay!" Aberforth quickly waved his hand to beg for mercy. He turned his head to Jokunda who was sitting bored at the table and had already finished two cups of tea, and said seriously, "Jokunda Sykes, Sekis The situation provided by Professor Kex is somewhat different from what I know, and I hope to get your own opinion from you."

"Okay." Jokunda put down the teacup, leaned back on the chair, looked at Dumbledore at the same level, "For the sake of you being the director of the Wizengamot."

"In the summer vacation of 1935, that is, when you were in the fifth grade, you once rode a broomstick across the Atlantic Ocean and smuggled to the east coast of the United States controlled by Grindelwald, didn't you?"

"I crossed the Atlantic Ocean on a broomstick, but I was actually only in fourth grade at the time, and the second half of what you said didn't matter at all, because America is across the Atlantic, isn't it?"

"I have to say, that was quite a feat." Aberforth put his left hand slightly bent on the table, and lightly patted the back of his left hand with his right hand, pressing Dumbledore's face against Dumbledore's face. It doesn't feel strange, it seems that Dumbledore will applaud at this time.

"Thank you." Jokunda nodded, his cheeks flushed a little, "That's what I thought at the time, I like flying very much, and I heard that a wizard was going to challenge himself to fly across the Atlantic on a broom for the first time, but he had been preparing for a long time, and he still didn't know what to do. Bring a team that can rescue him at any time."

"Well, I heard that there are actually quite a few real smugglers in that team." Aberforth nodded, motioning for her to continue talking.

"I don't think his well-prepared adventure is an adventure at all, so I set off directly on a broomstick." Jokunda's eyes were a little blurred, and the focus of her eyes had already drifted to that summer night in 1935 , the wind over the Atlantic Ocean, "I just wanted to try to see if it would work, but I didn't expect him to fall into the sea halfway and be delayed for a while. In the end, I arrived first."

"Albus." Professor Sykes said angrily, "This matter has been reported in many newspapers, and there are two special pages in the "Daily Prophet", which knows better than she herself, why do you only read it?" Why not?"

"Professor Dumbledore." Jokunda's hands were tangled under the table. She glanced at Professor Sykes, who was arguing for her. Her eyes were full of complex emotions, apology, trust, and fear. Even with a trace of disgust, she raised her head and said expectantly, "I...will I be expelled or even deported?"

"No." Aberforth shook his head. "Only the board of directors has the power to expel students. Besides, you were not expelled back then. How could it be possible to overturn the old score?"

Nelson noticed the hope disappear in Jokunda's eyes, and she seemed content to be fired or even deported.

"But you're digging up old scores now!" Professor Sykes said, "You're investigating a student who was only in the fourth grade at the time! Albus, I know your heart is in the wizarding world, so you dare not relax at all, but she only……"

"Nelson." Aberforth did not respond to Professor Sykes' questioning and pleading. He suddenly turned his head to look at Nelson who was sitting on the side trying to hide himself, and asked, "Nelson, you should know Jokunda, right?" ? What kind of person do you think she is?"

"Me?" Nelson suddenly felt that Aberforth was dishonest. He was about to succeed in stealth, but was caught out and fell short. "I think she is a very kind, adventurous, and charming person."

Jokunda lowered his head and grinned.

"Hmm." Aberforth lowered his head, thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Then why did you land at the gathering place of Getler Grindelwald and his followers?"