My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hurry up." Aberforth urged, and he led Nelson onto the small wooden boat beside the black lake pier, and ordered Ogg to row to the opposite bank. The small wooden boat was driven by magic to ride the wind and waves, and gave the huge and A blade-like ripple was left on the surface of the calm Black Lake, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's all right, Professor Dumbledore." Ogg held the oar with one hand, and Nelson's shoulders, which was a little unstable due to the bumps, looked at the distant lake covered in mist. "If you have anything to tell me directly That's it."

"What happened, Professor?" Nelson was a little dizzy by Aberforth's story, and he was a little worried, hesitantly asked, and his tone gradually became urgent and sharp, "What happened to my family? Is it? What happened to Auntie?!"

"Your aunt is fine. I'll tell you later when I get on the train." Aberforth sullenly couldn't see the slightest thought from his expression. Nelson could only sink his breath and look at the The bow of the boat cut through the water and shuttled through the mist. The closer he got to the shore, the more restless he became. He only felt a sharp rhythm piercing into his mind, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, or like a plane. The rusty gramophone was singing loudly. He suppressed his anxiety and unconsciously covered his ears with his hands.

"That's the song of the mermaid." Ogg's voice sounded above Nelson's head. He looked up, and Ogg's face was no less sad than Aberforth. He murmured, "What's the matter? Can't sing on the water."

The piercing singing faded away, and Nelson was unable to see the true face of the mermaid until the end, only hearing Aberforth urging, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

I don't know how long it took, but with the sound of "哐", the bow of the boat shook as if it hit a rock, and the rope piled up on the bow suddenly flew up, extending into the fog ahead, as if it was entangled in something , and then pulled the boat close to the pier.

As soon as the boat came to a stop, Aberforth grabbed Nelson's arm and jumped ashore. He greeted Ogg hastily, and then led Nelson towards the school gate without looking back. Nelson had no choice but to trot Following him, Aberforth pulled out a gold pocket watch to check the time as he walked, then slowed suddenly, and Nelson lost his speed and nearly hit him on the back.

"Okay, let's go slowly." Aberforth handed the pocket watch to Nelson, looked at the school gate in front of him, and said softly to him, "The train has already left, we don't need to worry."

"Mr. Aberforth—" Now it was Nelson's turn to be anxious. He heard the siren from the station in the distance, and a steam slowly rising from the mountains, and he didn't know what to do.

"It's okay," Aberforth put his arms around his shoulders, and still walked towards the school gate, but at a much slower pace. While patting Nelson's shoulder vigorously, he lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, I'll take you Apparate over there, walk out of the school gate and apparate."

"Oh! Hogwarts—"

"That's right, Hogwarts doesn't allow apparation, but you lose the restraint when you leave the school, but..."

"What's the matter, sir."

"It's nothing, I just don't want to take you there like this, I think you'd better go by train."

"But the train has already left, and the next one will have to wait until tomorrow."

"Yes, so Nelson, tell me." Aberforth walked out of the Hogwarts gate with his arms around Nelson, and stood outside the door and asked in a deep voice, "Are you a strong child?"

"Sir, I'm not a child anymore." Nelson was still a little puzzled, but he had some bad guesses, and his voice sank.

"Great." Aberforth let go of his arms and held his arm tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Nelson felt darkness in front of his eyes, pressure from all directions oppressed his body, he seemed to be immersed in invisible water in a void space, and he was about to drown—the huge pressure separated his five senses, and he Feeling that his eyes, nose and ears were being squeezed back into his body, like a description in a book about jumping into a black hole, he was crushed into a piece of dough, stretched into a noodle, and then— —

He took a big gulp of the cold, turbid air around him, and the amount of London smog he inhaled in an instant might be as much as a week for an ordinary person. Even though this feeling made him breathless, he still tried his best to open his throat, and breathed in greedily. stale air.

He opened his eyes and squeezed away the tears stuck to his cornea. Even though his vision was still blurred, he could see the general scenery around him. He found himself in a room surrounded by bookshelves. Manuscript paper was scattered on the desk and the ground around the desk, probably due to oxidation, the bright red ink stains on the manuscript paper were extremely glaring, and a woman in a black dress was sitting on the chair beside the desk, her lips were flawless. Bloody, haggard face, two huge dark circles are particularly eye-catching on the pale face.

Nelson's consciousness returned to his body, and he came to his senses knowing that he had Apparated for the first time in his life.

"Auntie?" He whispered the name of the woman at the desk. She was clearly facing the two of them, but there was no response. He called again, a little louder.

"Huh?" The focus of Bella's eyes came back, she twitched the corners of her mouth, and forced a smile, "Gnar, you're back."

"Yes, Auntie. What happened?" Nelson asked anxiously. He suddenly felt hot and humid in the palm of his hand. His eyes moved with his thoughts. He saw that he was tightly grasping Abu because of the great pressure of Apparition. Forth's arm, he used too much force, the nails of his middle finger and thumb scratched Aberforth's sleeve, and even penetrated deeply into his arm, a stream of warm blood was flowing down his palm to his wrist.

"Sorry sir." Nelson let go of his hand quickly, looking around for tissues and handkerchiefs.

"It's okay." Aberforth took out his wand and wiped it on his arm, and the wound healed. He looked up at Bella, took off his hat and bowed, "Mrs. Nicklaus."

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Although Bella still couldn't react, she still tried her best to greet the man who came back with her nephew.

"Well, you can also say that, but I am his younger brother, and my name is Aberforth." Aberforth put his hat on his chest and said solemnly, "My condolences, Mrs. Nicklaus."

"Hehe." Bella was in a trance for a moment, and then laughed, "You and your brother really look alike."

Aberforth didn't explain Polyjuice Potion or magic or anything, he just nodded and put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson asked loudly, his eyes widened. "Where's Uncle? Where's Uncle Jonas? I'm here to find him for the razor he promised me!"

"Gnar..." Bella stood up, walked up to her nephew, and bent down to hug him.

"Don't...don't come here!" Nelson stepped back step by step. Jonas sent the three of them to the train station this morning. Even though he knew what happened when he saw Bella, he just didn't want to I believe that as long as he doesn't admit it, things won't happen. He retreated in a panic, avoiding his aunt's embrace, and shouted, "Uncle! Jonas! Where are you?! This joke is not funny !"

"Nelson!" Aberforth grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him back, yelling, "What did you tell me at the school gate! Now you are the only one left of your aunt, why do you still want to give up?" Do you want her to comfort you?"

Nelson stayed where he was, and after a few seconds, maybe minutes, he opened his arms, not like a child throwing an elder into his arms, but taking Bella in his own.

Seeing this scene, Aberforth turned his back to face the bookshelf, lowered his head and took off his glasses, and Bella, the woman who was smiling and greeting Aberforth just now, was lying on top of her nephew who was taller than herself. In his arms, weeping silently.

"Ding dong——" the doorbell rang, and Aberforth blinked, put on his glasses, walked towards the door of the study, and said, "I'll go and have a look."

...

Downstairs in the living room, Nelson was bringing out a tray of teacups from the kitchen. Mrs. Cole, who had heard the news, was sitting next to Bella, holding a soaked handkerchief, wiping away her tears, looking even older than her. Bella was still sad. On the single sofa at the far end, Aberforth was communicating with two men in police uniforms on the couch. In the kitchen, Martha brought by Mrs. Cole was busy making tea.

"Nelson, aren't you... not sad?" Martha asked timidly while pouring water into the teapot from the kettle.

"What do you think? It's not my turn to be sad yet." Nelson smiled. He remembered the letter Jonas sent to himself on his birthday this year: "Nal, although you are far away from the poet's route I planned for you It's getting farther and farther away, but I still hope you can have a poetic and humorous life, just start with this little thing - think of a joke for my funeral, and then think of a funnier one for your own funeral."

He hummed Jonas's favorite tune during his lifetime, took the teacup to the living room, and poured the tea one by one.

The two policemen cleared their throats and took files from their wallets.

"First of all, I hope that the two of you can make up your mind." The older-looking policeman said, "We have already caught one of the murderers, and the other is at large, but we have already grasped his situation, and I believe he will soon Arrested and brought to justice."

"Why...why did they attack Jonas?" Nelson poured tea into his teacup, the hot tea overflowed and splashed on his feet, he didn't feel anything, just asked in a toneless tone.

"It's... a long story. The main reason is that we didn't maintain law and order." The younger policeman apologized, "These people are a group of extremists. They are entrenched in the west city. Well, Polish immigrants gathered three blocks away from here. As you know, Germany has almost destroyed Poland today. The Mr. Jonas they met on the street happened to be a German. He happened to be talking to the editor-in-chief of their newspaper about his interview in Poland last year. The editor-in-chief I was also seriously injured...sorry..."

"Could it be that they can vent their grievances on innocent people because they didn't protect their country well?" Nelson put down the teapot, lowered his head, and couldn't see clearly.

"Sorry..." The young policeman took off his hat and lowered his head in shame.