My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Ma'am, welcome aboard."

Moored on Tilbury's pier is a huge steel ship that looks quite old. It is about 100 meters wide and 20 meters wide. With the thick gray smoke, a sailor was climbing on the mast at the bow and blowing the horn, but the tune was hard to hear.

The white paint of the hull and the black bottom marking the waterline are peeled off in some places, revealing the rusty iron sheet underneath. Barnacles and some unnamed shells and algae cling to the bottom of the boat, occasionally revealing the body as the water shakes ——A red flag decorated with a white five-pointed star was painted on the hull, and the color was also stained by rain and sunlight. The name underneath was newly painted, and it looked shiny from a distance, and it read "" Canard-White Star Line".

Waiters in brand-new sailor suits stood on the shore to help VIPs carry their bags and lead their dogs. They used iron fences to enclose a huge space on the pier for tourists who bought first-class tickets to board the ship first. The spacious and white gangway handrails It is even dotted with enamel collages imported from the far east, which together seem to be the story of Napoleon's creation of the empire.

Nelson put the suitcase at his feet, and was standing on the edge of the gangway, stretching his hands with his cane. He had just disembarked from that small broken ship in London. board the ship.

"Hey! Don't touch Sasha, she doesn't like being hugged by strangers!" Nelson looked up to the side, where a well-dressed young woman was staring at the waiter who boarded her with disgust, and grabbed the dog with her hand. Stepping on the high-heeled shoes arrogantly, he walked up the stairs "thump-thump-thump", and did not forget to say, "I will complain to you!"

The young waiter suddenly lost his face. He quickly noticed Nelson next to him, put away his frustration, and walked to Nelson with a big smile. He asked, "Sir, where is your family?"

"I came alone." Nelson was still flexing his muscles, he was still dressed in the same clothes-gray tartan coat and a soft felt hat, carrying a luxurious walking stick, looking dusty, if you can stick a With a mustache, he is an old-fashioned gentleman. He thought he looked stupid in this outfit, but who would have thought that he would be quite avant-garde after this? It is hard to imagine that he lived in the same era as these people . After exercising, he picked up the suitcase, handed the ticket to the waiter, and stepped on the gangway, "Can you take me to the room? I want to take a shower first."

"Of course, Mr. Williams." After inspecting the ticket, the waiter bowed and saluted, then got up and said, "Sir, let me help you with the box."

"No, thank you." Nelson, who had already boarded the ship, looked at the busy sailors on the deck and the guests who had begun to socialize with wine glasses, turned his head to look at the waiter who followed, and squinted at the white star badge on his chest. Name tag, "Jack? Does this ship have a name?"

"Yes, it's called Icarus, but we all call it Aika." Jack nodded, walked into the management room on the first floor, and came out with a bunch of keys after a while, stretching out his hand to signal, "Sir, please Come with me, your room is over here."

"Hiss..." Nelson shook his head. The disadvantages of reading too much were obvious. He bit his teeth and joked softly, "It's really not a good name."

"Sir, I'm sorry, the boiler room is too loud, I can't hear what you're saying." Jack turned around and apologized, "Your room is just in front, just turn the corner at the end of the corridor, the third room. "

"Okay, give me the key. I can go there by myself." Nelson took out a few shilling coins from his pocket, handed it to Jack, and took the key, entrusting him, "Please help me go to the store below to buy a A new set of pen and ink, as long as it can be used, buy another stack of letter paper and five envelopes..."

"Okay, sir." Jack put away the money and was about to turn around and leave.

"Forget it, buy a few more." Nelson stopped him, took out two more, and put them in Jack's palm, "The rest is just tips." After saying that, he picked up the box and walked to the room.

It has to be said that the summer vacation trip was only focused on staying with relatives, and Nelson didn't notice the various facilities during the trip. He pushed open the door and saw that the sunlight passing through the spacious porthole was enough to brighten the whole room , narrowing his eyes happily.

After putting down his luggage, Nelson didn't rush to pack up. Instead, he opened the door and walked out. He locked the door and went straight to the roof.

It may be that there are not enough people boarding the boat. There were not many people on the roof platform. Nelson stood beside the handrail, unbuttoned and opened his clothes to feel the salty sea breeze in the humidity. Looking at the crowds of people below, the fence on the pier has been removed, and the shipping company has replaced it with a stronger and simpler gangway, and started to formally check the tickets. Although there are many people below, it looks chaotic, but in fact it is orderly. Well, nothing happened as expected.

"The boat will leave in an hour." A man who was also blowing wind on the roof walked up to Nelson. He took a sip, held it for a while, and then exhaled three regular smoke rings. They floated into the sky and expanded until they dissipated in the sea breeze.

Nelson turned to look at him. The man next to him was unshaven, wearing a fur coat and a sailor uniform that he had worn for a long time. He should be working on this ship. Nelson smelled a pungent smoke, He wrinkled his nose involuntarily, leaned on the handrail and looked at the dense crowd of people on the pier, "Is it too late?"

"You have to be in time. If you don't leave on time, someone will bump into you." The man took a puff of his cigarette, but he coughed because of choking. He angrily grabbed the pipe and tapped it on the armrest, ignoring the fact that it fell onto the deck below. "Broken Tobacco...I'm the first mate of this ship, you can call me Jack."

He squeezed another bit of tobacco out of his pocket and stuffed it into the pipe, clamped his neck to the collar of his coat to keep out the wind, and struggled to strike a match.

"Jack? Is your name Jack too?" Nelson laughed, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it, and handed it to Jack's first mate.

"Do you still smoke?" First mate Jack came up with a pipe in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Do you know Little Jack?"

"He was the one who sent me to the room." Nelson nodded and put the lid on the lighter. "This is a souvenir. I don't smoke, but I like it very much."

"Indeed, the design is very unique. It should be windproof and suitable for the sea." First Officer Jack commented professionally.

The two chatted one after another, until the crowd on the pier became much thinner, leaving only dozens of people crowded under the gangway, and a 4*4 phalanx farther away. Mate Jack told Nelson a lot of interesting stories at sea, and introduced in detail the division of labor at each position on the ship, which opened his eyes.

"Who are they? Are they soldiers?" Nelson extended his arms, pointing at the phalanx.

"Who are they? Let me see..." First officer Jack narrowed his eyes and looked at the pier, then turned his head after a while, "You must avoid contact with them, they are not soldiers, they are mental patients from London, I don't know What to send to Europe... But you shouldn't deal with them, their managers won't let them go out."

Mate Jack quickly scolded the company with some foul language unique to the sea, scolded them for stuffing these dangerous people on this flight, scolded them for being vampires lying on the sailors, and cursed all their ships for sinking into the sea... As his topic became more and more dangerous and evil, Nelson hurriedly stopped him.

"Come on, we're still on this ship." He grabbed Jack's mate's sleeve, "Speaking of which, people named Jack may be born with a relationship with the sea. I already know four Jacks who are related to the sea."

"Who?" First Officer Jack stuffed some shredded tobacco into the pipe again, picked it up and sucked it, and asked with great interest.

"Besides you two, there are two other people, one named Jack Sparrow and one named Jack Dawson."

"Who are they? Sailors too?"

"No, they are characters in a novel, a pirate novel, a romance novel."

"No wonder I don't know them," Jack's mate grinned softly, and said in a self-deprecating tone, "after all, I don't read much."

He glanced at the pier again, knocked off the tobacco in the pipe, straightened up and put on his sailor cap, "I have to go to the deck, remember to go downstairs for dinner later."

"Goodbye." Nelson took off his hat and said goodbye. Looking at the empty pier with only a few cleaning sailors, he went to the stairs and jumped down one step at a time. The hull shook again, and Nelson could hear the heavy iron chain being wrapped around the winch. The sound of friction, and the sound of the anchor scraping the river bed transmitted to the shore through the iron chain.

"Woo--"

When the siren sounded, Nelson was already lying in the bathtub watching the advertisement in the room with relish. Several maps, a newspaper and a notebook were scattered on his bed. The top one depicted the destination as Poland's North Sea shipping lanes.

"This may be the last time this ship will take this route." Nelson shook his head, burying his head in the water and bubbling, the sound in the water became vague and magical, "After all, there is going to be a war."

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub shook violently, they moved forward as a whole, and a few water splashes splashed on the bathroom floor, and the huge inertia made him fall into the water. He flopped a few times, stood up from the bathtub, walked to the mirror and began to wipe his body.

The ship sailed, and it would be a week before the next docking.