My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's okay? Nar," Tom swallowed his last bite of the meal, pushed over a plate filled with mashed potatoes and some meat, and placed it in front of Nelson. This was what he had planned to pack and bring back to the dormitory to leave for Nelson. He pulled out his napkin, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

　　 "No need, no need." Nelson took the plate, inserted a piece of chicken, and declined, "There is no reason to see the teacher, don't worry."

Tom nodded and looked at the direction of the Ravenclaw table and the faculty. Professor Sykes did not come to the restaurant for dinner. He leaned his face closer and whispered, "Be careful with yourself. I always think she has bad intentions. ."

　　 "It's okay," Nelson said while pulling the mashed potatoes in his mouth. "There may be a misunderstanding. Besides, as long as I was not beaten by the principal at school, I can still run."

　　 "That will do." Tom nodded reservedly and said, "I believe your escape route, as long as you don't let me collect the dead body at the end."

　　 "It must be impossible," Nelson raised his head, shook his finger, and showed Tom the note, "She may have taken this into consideration, so she chose Dumbledore's office."

　　 "Hmm," Tom lowered his head, took two glasses of fresh juice from the table, and put them in front of him. "She is such a good and considerate teacher."

　　 "Indeed," Nelson shrugged, "I will give students little pets."

　　 The two looked at each other, picked up the juice on the table, smiled and clinked their glasses.

　　 "……"

　　 "Oh...avocado, it's so terrible."

　　 "Forget it, don't drink this," Tom curled his lips. Seeing that Nelson had almost eaten, he handed over a napkin and asked, "Are you busy in the afternoon? Can we go to Hogsmeade to buy something to drink later?"

　　 "Yes," Nelson nodded, "Which secret path shall we take?"

　　 "Did you forget? Let's go there and apparate directly."

　　……

　　 "Seriously, Tom, if the secret rooms under Hogwarts are not Hogwarts, then this security is indeed a problem."

　　 After eating, the two simply went to the dormitory to clean up, and then embarked on the journey to Hogsmeade.

　　On the country road, Tom walked beside Nelson with a bag of butter beer, and walked to the newly opened clothing store. The two of them were very tall, and it was time to start a new outfit for himself.

"Maybe Hogwarts was set after Slytherin left." Tom shrugged, looked at the sun above his head, looked down at the short shadows under his feet, and said, "Of course. , It is also possible that they did not expect that someone could leave the underground."

　　 "Yes," Nelson nodded, raised his hand to cover the sun, and said casually, "By the way, your sister is looking for me today."

　　 Tom ignored him. He just poured the bag of butterbeer into his other hand, took out his wand, and slightly upwards, a small cloud appeared above the two of them, following them to shade the sun.

　　 "Christian came to see me today." Nelson repeated, "just after I got out of Professor Bins's office."

　　 "Oh." Tom faintly responded.

　　 "Aren't you curious about what she said?" Nelson was a little suspicious. Tom and Christian had been weird lately. He rubbed his chin and his thoughts began to drift wildly.

　　 "I told her you were in Professor Bins's office," Tom put his wand back into his sleeve and carried the bag back. "Young man, less knowledgeable."

　　 "I think you should still communicate," Nelson suggested. "After all, you are brothers and sisters. It's not a problem to be so stiff."

　　 "No need, she will understand when she grows up," Tom curled his lips and said, "And do you think she is the kind of person who can be persuaded?"

　　 "Aren't you good at persuading people?"

"I can't lie to her either." Tom suddenly stopped, put the bag on the ground, looked at Nelson, sighed, and said softly, "This is also a good thing, at least it proves that she is not a fool, let alone persuade What's the use of her?"

　　 "There will always be some barriers, after all, in her opinion, her brother is a dark wizard."

　　 "The dark wizard is the dark wizard, she has no choice anyway," Tom shook his head indifferently, and said, "Some gaps are also a good thing. She can't keep up with us."

　　 "But you are not a dark wizard..."

　　 "For her, yes," Tom said with a serious expression. "She is such a confessor. For her, only what she sees is true."

"is it?"

"Well," Tom nodded and said with a look of memory, "You walked in a hurry before and didn't talk to her very much. In fact, after you left, I was basically taking care of her. Do you remember What is her last name?"

　　 "Riddle? No...her name is Jewell, Christian Jewell, and it seems that she hasn't changed her name back to Riddle now."

　　 "Yes," Tom nodded again, "Do you know what the surname Jouville means to her?"

　　 "Her adoptive father? Speaking of which, she seems to have never mentioned this person to me."

　　 "No, she said it, but you look at it," Tom said in a reciting tone, "I know it's bad to steal things, but I'm the daughter of a liar. I'm born to steal things, right?"

Nelson squinted his eyes and thought back to the night when he met Christian for the second time, the stubborn girl with dirty curly hair and a long scar on her face-Nelson had forgotten when it started. Can't see the scar, the girl seems to hide her past with the scar.

"I remember, at the Christmas dinner," Nelson said with a frown. "At that time I thought she would be a silent person. Seriously, I thought the words of'liar's daughter' were just... …Uh, literary rhetoric, used to express one's strong emotions."

"No," Tom shook his head and said, "Richard Jewell, I went to check afterwards. This man is Christian's former adoptive father. In the city hall file, he was indeed jailed for fraud. ."

"Ok……"

　　 "After you left, it was probably the summer vacation of the third grade. I was idle in London, so I went to investigate the gang of traffickers who trafficked Christian."

　　 "I remember at that time I was hanging out in Krakow and Grindelwald..." Nelson was a little ashamed to learn that Tom had done so many things.

"That incident once again refreshed the lower limit of my understanding of human nausea," Tom said to himself, "have you noticed that I rarely say nausea now? This word used to be my catchphrase. It’s because that summer’s survey results improved my tolerance for nausea to a higher level. Seriously, if you meet those people, you will feel that your imagination for evil is really too poor, no matter how vicious. Compared with them, the level of education of the dark wizards is equivalent to not knowing letters."

"I can’t even imagine that someone would really do this kind of thing. They would break the legs of young children and make them bleed and beg on the street. These crippling methods are ridiculously numerous, blinding and beating. Broken legs are really the lowest level method. They will also transform the stolen children into freaks and sell them to the circus." Tom's tone is flat and his body has no ups and downs, but the scarlet eyes indicate that he is not at the moment. Calm, "Do you remember the circus that Nagini stayed with? At least they found real freaks, but Muggle circuses are different. These so-called'freaks' are out of the box. Nine are all artificially manufactured products. For example, if you put people in a jar, only your head is exposed. If you grow up like this, you will be a villain in a bottle."

　　 "Hi..." Nelson took a breath.

"As for the daily beating, scolding and violence, it is commonplace," Tom sipped, and continued, "It's disgusting... Maybe it's because they are so perverted, ordinary little girls can hardly get into their eyes. Every day, they choose a little boy... Fortunately, as far as I know, in that disgusting gang, most of the children have suffered such torture. The bones of suicidal children can almost build a high wall."

　　 "So..."

"It's totally true. I couldn't believe it at first, but I couldn't help but believe in the idea of ​​dementia. These are things that those guys did." Tom shook his head, seeming to think it was ridiculous, "Christian used to She almost became a victim, but because she was born with magical powers, she escaped the catastrophe, but in fact, for her, this escape is not far from being hurt."

　　 "Do you still have to suffer after escaping from the devil's den?"

"Yes, because she could steal a lot of things, most of the children who were caught were very dissatisfied with her. You know, when everyone is suffering, you are not suffering and you are more likely to be jealous. They always call Christian A monster is a devil, even after she has repeatedly helped her companions." Tom sighed again, he is very sentimental today, "This is why she looks like a silent person, in fact, If it were not for her adoptive father, she might have become a true silent person."

　　 "Richard Jewell?"

"Yes, he lives on a gang street on the other side of the city, where a group of rats in the sewers live there. Of course, he is no exception. This scammer has victimized countless victims, only in his own home. "When I picked up the hungry and cold Christian at the door, I found it with my conscience." Tom looked at Nelson and said, "After you left, I read the comics I bought for you. He found Christian's anomaly, but he didn't. Exchange her for money, but like the elder of the alien in the comic, he taught her how to integrate into the environment-although this repression may increase the probability of becoming a silent person, it can always make her happier. "

"did not expect."

"I didn't expect that by his side, Christian lived at least a normal life as a street kid, until the victim he had defrauded started a relationship, so that the late Christian witnessed his adoptive father being gangstered. "Battered to death at the door of the house," Tom gritted his teeth and said, "He saw Christian before he died, and he was still shouting to protect himself."

　　 "This is... how did you see it?"

"There is someone from the gang of traffickers among the members of the gang, I extracted his memory," Tom closed his eyes and said, "It hasn't been a day or two for them to stare at the escaper, Christian. They took advantage of Jewell's death. He took her back again. This time, Christian, who was so desperate and remembered what Juvell taught, could no longer show the abilities of those monsters. She returned to their control, stealing things day after day, watching. The companions were tortured. Few people who went out because of the smog did not steal their wallets and were almost asked to be prostitutes."

　　 "Do you understand the feeling of supporting the sudden destruction when you see the light again? I think she understands more than we all know. That's why after the traffickers were arrested, she lived more carefully in the orphanage."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite..." Nelson didn't know what to say, but just pushed Tom's shoulder gently, and the two walked forward together~www.readwn.com~Yes, but some It’s really hard to read people, it’s weird," the two moved towards the clothing store. "I later went to Christian to ask about what happened back then. She always believed that Jewell’s death was precisely because of his identity as a fraudster. This person so good in her opinion would definitely live a long life if he didn't do this job-and Jewell, who knew that crime was an abyss, always told her that he must be a clean and good person. This is possible. That's why she resisted black magic so much. Thinking about it now, Gryffindor really suits her. "

The two of them walked to an alley and walked through here to the newly opened clothing store. This alley was so similar to the alley where Christian was first seen, so that the scene of the year was Their eyes were staged again separately.

　　 Tom rubbed his eyes and walked in without a word.

　　……

　　 "Tom."

　　 Crossing the alley, when the sun fell on the ground again, Nelson suddenly called Tom.

"what's happenin?"

　　 "I don't know if it is my illusion, I feel you are more and more like Dumbledore." A smile appeared on Nelson's face, "Haha, I think you can consider growing a beard."

"No, I don't have a brother who hurts each other, and my transfiguration is not very good. I can't do something with a man, let alone let my sister die in front of me," Tom tilted his head, as if imagining what it would be like if he had a younger brother. He was quickly amused by his thoughts. He smiled and shook his head, and said in the direction of the clothing store, "Speaking of no Foss, shall we see him later?"