My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Wow—"

When Nelson walked to the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain, he felt more and more cold. He quickened his pace and tried to leave through the autumn wind.

The first ray of autumn wind is always accompanied by chills. It only took a moment for it to blow off half of the leaves on the mountain, and they flew to another mountain. Approaching the telegraph pole, he picked up the leaf that was in perfect condition and fit in a book, revealing the yellowing missing person notice underneath. He took a closer look and found that he was looking for a girl named Laura Riddle, a He couldn't help but read aloud the little girl who looked eccentric, "disappeared in Greater London in 1932, three feet tall, with short black hair, and was wearing a red dress when she disappeared..."

"Maybe they are relatives of Tom." Nelson raised his head and looked at the spacious and magnificent mansion on the opposite hill. From a distance, he could see servants busy in the building and in the courtyard. Judging by the age of the missing persons notice, it is estimated that The girl's family also gave up on the search...

The hill on the opposite side was full of excitement, but the wizarding village around him seemed to be in a state of depression. The homeless residents sitting at the entrance of the village stared at him with vigilance. They obviously possessed the most advanced productive forces such as magic, but Live like a dilapidated household.

"Change is a good thing," Nelson sighed, holding out his wand.

Soon, the Knight bus stopped in front of him again.

"Sir, may I ask..." The car door opened before the car came to a complete stop, and Ern Pullan, who was always enthusiastic, leaned out again, "Oh, hello, are you done?"

"Yes, Mr. Pullan." Nelson nodded, stepped into the car, and said casually, "As far as I know, the Knight Bus should jump a hundred miles, isn't it?"

"Can Hogwarts even teach this?" Ern said with wide eyes, closed the door behind Nelson, and said proudly, "The Knight Bus has been on the road since the 1960s. It was the British Ministry of Magic at that time. The crystallization of collective wisdom, hired by the Ministry of Magic to lead the design and manufacture of the Shafik family, cost a total of 50,000 Galleons. At that time, everyone said that the then Minister of Magic, Dugd McPhail, was crazy, and there were some uncivilized people. The pure-blood wizards felt it was a Muggle insult and wrote him threatening letters, but the Knight Bus paid for itself in the second year alone."

He looked proud, as if he had a part in the car's construction.

"Of course, your fare is too expensive."

"But it is on call, and the service is excellent!" Ern said proudly.

"So why does it reach me as long as I wave my wand," Nelson wondered, "but it takes me one night to get from London to Greater Hangleton."

"Uh... Maybe it's because of the need to compete differently with Floo fans." Ern Gu said to him, "Sir, where are you playing? Back to London?"

"Yes, just go back to the place where I got in the car." Nelson put down a gold coin and sat down on a window seat on the first floor. "By the way, do you provide cross-border services?"

"It was fine before, sir." Ern resigned and explained, "The situation is a little tense now, so we have suspended this business."

...

In the cemetery in West London, Nelson stood in front of Jonas's grave. Not far away, the cross on the roof of the church was crowded with crows huddling together to resist the cold. Suddenly, the grass at his feet moved, and a huge snake head came out of it. .

"Nagini?" Nelson squatted down and touched the smooth scales on the Viper's head. "Have you been staying here?"

Nagini nodded, and his huge body swam out of the grass and coiled in front of Nelson.

"I want to stay with Jonas for a while, can you hold this place for me? I don't want other people to disturb me."

Nagini nodded again, stretched out his slender letter to lick Nelson's palm, turned his head and disappeared into the grass.

When the surroundings were completely silent, even the crows on the cross closed their noisy mouths and quietly looked at the person in the center of the target who had not moved for a long time. Nelson finally stood up and took out a black ring from his pocket , "I'm sorry, Jonas, but I really don't know what to do next."

"The second brother who is arrogant by nature wants to play tricks on the god of death, so he asked the god of death to give him the power to recall the dead." Nelson held the ring, circled the pattern on the ring surface with his thumb, and slowly chanted a spell Telling the story of the resurrection stone, "So the God of Death picked up a stone from the river and gave it to the second brother, and told him that this stone has the power to recall the dead."

When his thumb turned to the third circle, a thick white fog suddenly appeared around him and surrounded him firmly. He couldn't see anything in all directions, except for the one-meter-square piece of white marble in front of him The slab, the burial site of Jonas.

"The workmanship is pretty good, isn't it?" Hearing the voice, Nelson turned around quickly, just in time to see Jonas coming out of the mist.

"Sorry, Jonas." Nelson took a step forward and stopped again when he was close to Jonas.

"I think you should be a strong child." Jonas smiled. He was not annoyed at Nelson for disturbing his long sleep. Instead, he stepped forward to hug Nelson, patted his trembling back lightly, and said in admiration , "Is this also magic? Gnar, you have lived up to my expectations."

"It's not my magic." Nelson shook his head, broke free from his embrace, and stared at Jonas's face that he had only seen a few days ago, "I really don't know how to go on the next road..."

"Gnar, in fact, I know a lot of things now." Jonas smiled and blinked, pretending to be stern and said, "You lost your soul, tell me! Where did you hide our Gnar?"

"Hahaha." Nelson also laughed.

"I think what you did is wrong, but it's not bad." Jonas grabbed Nelson's clenched right hand and said seriously, "I'm sorry for making you do such a thing, I thought elders shouldn't trouble their children .”

"Jonas...I should have realized it earlier, but there is a remedy!" He raised his right hand, revealing the black ring in his palm.

"Gnar, I think you know what that is." Jonas shook his head, "You also know what I am."

"No……"

"Gnar, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, which are irreversible." Jonas grabbed the ring in Nelson's palm and said seriously, "Resurrection...that's such a tempting word, but such illusory things will always It makes people addicted. Gnar, often the most attractive and easy-to-get is not the gift of God, but the test of the devil, do you understand?"

"I... I don't understand."

"Haha, Gnar, no matter who you are, you should see more clearly than me." Jonas picked up the ring inlaid with the resurrection stone from Nelson's hand, and the moment the ring left Nelson's palm, , Jonas' figure also became blurred, "Actually, I think it's better to stay in school for education at your age. But I still say the same thing - Gnar, do what you want .”

"You can go around the places I have been, to see the real Europe, the real world, the real cities, and the real people." Jonas' palm became transparent, "If you are interested, you can help me Finish my unfinished business."

"Be a poet?" Nelson looked sadly at Jonas' gradually transparent figure.

"Hahaha." Jonas laughed out loud as if he had heard some good joke. The ring passed through his completely transparent palm and fell to the ground. Nelson's eyes were attracted by the ring. When he raised his head again , Jonas has completely dissipated in the mist, leaving only his last words in the air, "You know what I'm talking about..."

Nelson picked up the ring and put it back into his pocket. The moment he held the ring, the surrounding thick fog rushed into his body frantically. In just a second, he was standing on the path in the cemetery again, as if Everything that happened just now was just a dream.

"Quack quack—"

Nelson looked up and saw that the crows on the roof of the church seemed to be warm enough. They spread their wings and spread out. It seemed that they were just a small group occupying the cross. Unexpectedly, when they soared in the sky, they would cover up the sky like this. ! He lowered his head, and suddenly saw an extra sentence on Jonas's tombstone.

"Jonas Nicklaus Visited Here"

The words were so foggy that only Nelson could see them. The corners of his mouth lifted up uncontrollably. He took off his soft felt hat and put it on his chest. He bowed to Jonas's tombstone, and then packed himself up. Walked easily out of the cemetery, hopped on a tram bound for the wharf, and left.

Sitting on the tram, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't think of it, so he put it behind him, and when he was about to reach the terminal, he took out the ticket from his pocket and double-checked—this ship This is his second time on a cruise ship, but before that, he needs to take a small boat downstream at the pier in London—the waters here are still not spacious enough, and only ships with shallow waterlines are allowed to pass.

"Woo--"

There are people coming and going on the pier, bustling, and there are far more people disembarking than boarding. Compared with those passengers with big bags and small bags and their families, Nelson seems too light-packed and too alone, but he He didn't care about it, and even enjoyed it, he boarded the ship early, found a quiet place in the dining room on the deck, and watched the dense crowd below the ship. The pickpocket walked skillfully among these outsiders, and a middle-aged woman was reprimanding her daughter, and the little girl was crying and talking back.

"Woo--"

The siren sounded, the hull shook violently, and the hinges began to retract the rudder. He saw the captain patrolling the deck with a cigar in his mouth, holding a fat cat in his arms—he smiled wryly, and finally remembered what he had forgotten .

"Let's write a letter to Tom later, and hope he doesn't starve to death," Nelson thought, turning his head to look at the slowly moving shore.

I asked for recommendations and collections every day, and I found out that the chapters were wrongly divided. Chapter 60 should have been the beginning of the second volume, but it didn’t hurt. Chapter 58 in the plot also started the story of the second volume, except that it’s not an integer. It sounds a little uncomfortable, but there should be no other problems.