My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar, how are you going to concoct him?"

Nelson ignored him, just stared down at the bearded man. He stretched out his hand and stroked the bearded man's bald head gently with his fingers. The touch of his nails scratching the skin made the bearded man's scalp tingle. Looking up at Nelson as if rolling his eyes, seeing that he was looking at him, Nelson stopped his hands and looked at the bearded man. The bearded man was stared at by him, and the bearded man struggled with his mouth closed.

Nelson wiped his hands on the tablecloth, shook his head with a smile, which made the bearded man even more nervous.

He thought of the ridiculous reason why Jonas was attacked. It was so funny that he couldn't believe it was true. He always thought that there might be a huge secret hidden behind Jonas's murder, perhaps aimed at him. Some people hoped that he would remain silent about those reports, and it might even be aimed at himself, because of the past events of his father's generation that he didn't know about... He had already made plans to face a more powerful enemy, but the truth of the matter was unexpectedly simple ——

The mind of this murderer has basically been destroyed by alcohol and his own mediocrity. He doesn't even need any Legilimency or Veritaserum. This person's greasy and stupid mind sees through everything. He is such an impulsive and reckless man whose body is faster than his mind and who follows others. He really hit a German because he happened to meet him on the road.

"I always thought," Nelson put his hand on the top of the bearded man's head again. He gently scratched his scalp with his nails, as if looking for a convenient place to operate. He said slowly, "A true patriot is humiliated in the motherland. Every now and then, they will appear on the battlefield instead of nesting in the tavern like a mouse."

"Wooooow." The bearded man struggled and twisted, as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't move around." Nelson pressed his entire palm on the top of the bearded man's head, holding him firmly, "You know what? The man you killed, the German, was a reporter."

"You must be thinking, so what? A German who is a journalist by profession is still a German, isn't it." Nelson took his hand away, turned and waved to Troka, who was whispering to another bartender , continued, "Last year he went to Poland for an interview and witnessed Poland's partition of your neighboring country, Czechoslovakia. I don't know if you know that Warsaw was even more fanatical than Berlin at that time. Thieves like you still care about your motherland Are you humiliated?"

"Woooooo!" The bearded man's struggle became more intense.

"Did you know? He has written countless reports, hoping that other countries in Europe will pay attention to Germany's ambitions. No one in this world desires peace more than him!" Nelson pulled out his wand from his arms and bullied him fiercely. Pressing the wand against the center of his eyebrows, the fir wand seemed to be bent under the tremendous force, "Did you know? He travels around all year round just to protect the homeland of scum like you from the flames of war! You know Is it? He has been married for so many years and has not had a child because he is afraid that the child will distract him from his career! Do you know? The day before he died, he told me that he wanted me to be a person who strives for the happiness of others all his life Do you know? Do you know? You, do you know!"

Nelson made the smallest sound with the greatest strength, his face became ferocious, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled. He wished he was a vampire or werewolf or something, so that he could tear this hideous man in front of him with his own hands.

"Tell me, what will happen to him!" Nelson clenched his fist with his left hand and punched the bearded man's mouth straight. Tom's spell didn't even work with one punch, and the bearded man opened his bloody mouth greedily. Breathing the air, Nelson grabbed his collar and brought his face in front of him, nose to nose roaring, "Tell me! Tell me! Ah? Open your stinky mouth and tell me!"

The bearded man shut his mouth, he stopped struggling, and turned his head aside, not daring to look directly at this ferocious young man.

"Let me tell you, he, this man who has spent his whole life running around for you scumbag country, was stabbed to death by your light patriot!" Nelson let go of his collar, and put him Throwing it back on the chair, he stretched out his hand to grab his throat. He felt that some shell on his body was cracked. Although it was not broken, it was undoubtedly much more relaxed. He looked at the greasy face that was gradually turning purple with a grin , raising his chin and squinting, "Painful? I am in more pain than you. I believe Jonas—oh, the German who was stabbed to death by you lightly, he is in more pain."

"Gal." Tom looked at the strange Nelson and shouted with some concern.

"I'm fine, Tom." Nelson turned his head to look at Tom with a smile, his bloodshot eyes stared at the pair of scarlet pupils, they seemed more like vampires than Troka, and he turned back to staring at the bearded man , bent down to help him straighten his wrinkled clothes, patted his face gently, and asked softly, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished, do you agree?"

The bearded man nodded, then shook his head wildly.

"It seems that you agree," Nelson ignored the beard who was nodding wildly, then patted the other half of his face lightly, nodded and said, "But it may be different from what you think, maybe because of your acquaintance Among them, death is the most painful thing, but we have countless ways to make you taste more painful things."

"Aren't you curious about what this is?" Nelson raised the fir wand in his hand and showed it to the bearded man, "This is the wand, yes! That's the expression, yes, just like what you think ! Yes, I am a wizard, and here is a magic stick."

The bearded man stared wide-eyed, even though the spell to seal his mouth disappeared, he was just struggling on the chair, his eyes were full of begging and fear.

"I never felt I was above anyone, but you forced me to, and Jonas taught me so, but he died—at your hands." Nelson retracted his wand, resisting again. Live on the temple of the bearded man, "Sorry, I have never used this kind of magic before, this is the first time I use it, it may be a little rusty, I hope you don't mind."

"Duanxin—" he recited each word forcefully, "Goug—"

"Expelliarmus!" A red light flashed in the tavern, and as the air in the center of the tavern twisted, a man in a solemn black suit appeared in the tavern, he raised his wand and pointed in Nelson's direction, "Nelson, don't do this. "

Nelson's fir wand flew high, swirled in the air, and flew into Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore stretched out his left hand, caught the wand, looked down, and snapped, "Don't go astray! !"

Faced with fear and various unheard-of scenes, the bearded man was a little powerless, tilted his head, and passed out. Tom stared at Dumbledore warily, and handed Nelson his blackthorn wand, while drawing his own yew wand from its sleeve, and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Tom, it is a kind of courage to dare to challenge the strong." Dumbledore laughed angrily, he shook his head, "but are you sure you want to attack the teacher outside the school? I don't look down on you, I just think that a second-year student Compared with the teacher in terms of magic attainments, he should be far behind."

Tom didn't speak, he gave Nelson a worried look, and the wand in his hand held more firmly.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you going to be an accomplice too?" Nelson turned to look in Dumbledore's direction, his long pale golden hair drooping down to cover his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Accomplice, what accomplice?"

"He killed Jonas, and you want to prevent me from getting justice?"

"Gnar, can I call you that?" Dumbledore softened his voice and said softly, "Gnar, you are not seeking justice, you are abusing lynching, and wizards are not allowed to cast magic on Muggles, you don't Mistake again and again."

"..." Nelson took out the slender iron needle used to insert olives from the lemonade on the table and held it in his hand, "Professor, this is not magic."

"Gnar...it's not like this, think about it, your uncle, would Jonas want to see you become like this?"

"Professor, this is the difference between you and Jonas." Nelson raised his head and stared at Dumbledore mockingly, "He never wanted me to be anything, he just wanted me to do what I wanted to do."

He turned, ignored Dumbledore, picked up Tom's blackthorn wand and continued pointing at the bearded man.

"Gnar! Stop!" Dumbledore shouted, shaking his auburn beard, "I'm doing this for your own good!"

Nelson stopped his hands and turned around, staring straight at Dumbledore, his mouth wrestled, and he said softly, "For your own good."

"What?" Dumbledore's eyes widened. He thought he had heard it wrong. Even Tom put down his wand and confronted Dumbledore, and turned his head to stare at Nelson in surprise. This was the first time in his life. He was dumbfounded by the inexplicable episode as he heard the obscenities coming out of Nelson's mouth.

"I said, for your own good." Nelson shook his head, speaking clearly, and now he has ignored everything, he put everything he knew in his mind behind him, and stared at Dumbledore's face without fear. eyes, and said, "Why do you want to be good for me? How can you be sure that this is for my good? Professor Dumbledore, you were not there when Jonas was killed, and now the murderer is about to be punished. You are here .”

"Gnar... Believe me, leave this matter to me, okay?" Dumbledore spread his hands, "You go back to school with peace of mind, this must be what Jonas wants to see."

"Yeah?"