My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Get off the train at Kings Cross Station, the group crossed the 9th and quarter platform, dragged their suitcases out of the gate, they took off their wizard robes early on the train, put on Muggle clothes, and glamorously dressed The four of them formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding wanderers with yellow and thin faces. Walburga, dressed in a dress, raised his legs and crossed an unconscious child lying beside a garbage dump on the side of the road, and said with disgust. "These Muggles, if you can't beat them, don't beat them. It will affect your mood every time you go home."

"They are actually the invaded party." Nelson said to the side. This time he returned to London with some change, took out a few scattered coins from his pocket, held them in his hands and bounced to the side of the road, in the oil drums and street lights. After the rebound, the coin magically fell into the pocket of the tramp. He put his hand back in his pocket and said, "If the German wins, I'm afraid you will feel even worse on the way home."

"In fact, it's okay now. During the war, the municipal department will patrol the streets every day to accept orphans. At least there are very few cases of starving to death." As a loyal fan of Chamberlain, Tom is more familiar with British government affairs. He shook his head and bypassed the trash. Dui said, "If the battle is over, regardless of whether you win or lose, then there will be no time to pay attention to them. They will not have their hard time until the government's reconstruction work begins."

"It has nothing to do with us anyway." Alphad held on to the brim of the pork pie on his head, looked ahead, and hurried forward, but his smiley face that used to be joking is no longer there, and he can see that his heart is not peaceful.

Fifteen is really the right age. Little wizards can no longer be called little wizards. Compared to children, they have begun to really contact society and put themselves into it, including but not limited to With a series of labels such as class, identity, ancestry, etc., when their simple and mature minds have faded, they can often think completely different from what they used to be a year ago when facing various scenes that were common before.

Alphad has been on this road for four years, and he had more experience of going out when he was young, but he really lowered his head for the first time to capture the sight of starvation everywhere in his eyes, but he overestimated it. Given his own capacity, this simple-minded Sunshine boy has become unbearable to look directly at him just a short time after leaving the station.

"Nelson," after walking for about ten minutes, Walburga led the way, discussing antiques in the house with Tom, and Alphadela lived on the sleeve of Nelson, who was looking at the sleeves, and asked in a low voice, "take the liberty Just ask, do you know where they will go in the future?"

"Oh? Are you interested in them?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, slowed down, and walked to Alphad. Walburga and Tom in front of him heard the noise and turned around. Nelson waved his hand to signal them not to wait. Himself, then, he rubbed his hair, thought for a moment, and replied, "Generally speaking, they will be found by the municipal department and then assigned to the surrounding public orphanage. Tom and I grew up in the Westside Orphanage."

"Have you been like this before?" Alphad pointed to the stray child behind him and asked in a low voice, "I am not...I mean, you were also found on the street?"

"Not really," Nelson said, shook his head. "I have relatives in London. They belong to my aunt's family. As for Tom, he was born in an orphanage. We were there since we were young. Ups and downs."

"Oh!" Alphad nodded, then glanced back, "Then why haven't they been sent to the orphanage?"

"It should be that the share of the orphanage is not enough," Nelson sighed and said, "The income of the orphanage generally comes from social donations, government funding and church support. It seems that the first two income should be very small. As for the church, there was more income during the war, but very little money was able to enter the pockets of institutions such as orphanages.

"Why do you want money? Is it difficult to eat a full meal?" Alphad was extremely confused, "As far as I know, the wizard—"

"You said it's a wizard," Nelson patted Alphard on the shoulder, interrupting him, lest he make any more talks like "Why not eat meat", he explained, "For the numbness without magic For melons, if you want to eat, even a simple piece of brown bread, you have to plow the ground and plant seeds the previous year, take care of the wheat for half a year, grind them into flour, and bake them with other condiments. For most people, they have to complete the process with their own hands."

"Sizzle... Grinding flour by hand is unimaginable." Alphad shook his head, lost in thought.

"If you are interested, there will be too much time for you to walk around the streets of London this holiday." Nelson pulled up the box and chased after Tom and Walburga disappeared.

"Yeah." Alphad nodded and followed.

...

"Is this Grimmauld Place?"

Nelson and Alphad quickly caught up with the other two. After walking for about ten minutes, they came to a square. They said it was a square, but it was just a flat ground surrounded by residential buildings. This kind of place is common in the UK. , The ground of the square is paved with old bluestone. Looking at the shiny bluestone, Nelson can imagine how smooth and grand it was when it was first built, but the bluestone that has been rounded by the years is a bit pitted when stepped on it. of.

After entering the square, Walburga walked straight to a row of houses next to them. They were uniform in shape. The same square door lintel and the same thin and high windows gave people an economical gothic look. She stood still between the eleventh and thirteenth, watched left and right under the gaze of the three behind her, then drew her magic wand and poked it at the dividing line between the two houses.

Soon, the two houses of No. 11 and No. 13 were separated to the two sides. A door painted with black paint was first squeezed out of the pitch black gap. Then came a beautiful big house, which was more The houses on both sides are much taller, bigger, and more unique. It has a pointed roof and a painted loft. There are even two bunches of flowers next to the door, and the two large windows facing them are dry. It is clean, and you can see the busy people inside. Unlike Nelson's imagination, this is a beautiful house with bright and clean windows.

"It seems that they also specially cleaned the outside." Walburga raised his eyebrows, and they stepped up the steps first, stretched their arms, and rang the doorbell on the door. Below the doorbell is a silver snake-shaped doorknob. But there is no keyhole on it, it seems to be just a place for decoration or when opening the door.

"Who?" There was a response in the door quickly, sounding like a serious middle-aged man.

"It's me, father," Walburga responded, "we are back."

"What about your classmates?" The male host's tone was a little anxious.

"Yes it is."

Soon, with the sound of the chain collision, the door opened wide from the inside, the shaft made a "creak--" rubbing sound, and a serious face came out from inside.

He has a face that is not much different from Alphad's, but is older, thinner, and more serious, with short, dense black hair meticulously combed to the back of his head, holding a ruddy wooden pipe in his hand. There was a curl of green smoke coming out of it, and he was wearing a very formal black robe, a robe that a gorgeous normal person would never wear at home. A silver necklace and a pendant hung around the man’s neck, carved into the shape of the Black family crest-two greyhounds clustered around a black shield depicting a mountain peak, dotted with two stars and A sharp sword.

"Hello, welcome to come to play at home," he stretched out his hand, shook Nelson and Tom lightly in turn, letting go, "I am Walburga and Alphad’s father, my name is Bollocks Black. Please come in."

The crowd responded, and approached the house under his greeting. Nelson noticed that there was a golden medal hidden under the stiff collar of Bollocks. He fixed his eyes and saw that it turned out to be a Merlin first-class medal.

Approaching the gate, what you see is a huge tapestry embroidered with tree-like patterns with gold threads. Each cluster of trees has a name between the crowns, and on top is a few gleaming large characters: the noble and oldest black The only flaw in the family is that there are many small holes burned out on it, as if an old smoking gun often smokes nearby, Nelson's thoughts involuntarily radiated to Borlocks pipe.

Nelson leaned close to the tapestry and took a look, and Bollock’s voice came from behind him: “This is the genealogy of the Black family. Every member of the tribe on it has been influential in their own industry. The Black family is British history. The oldest and purest family."

"Thank you." Hearing the commentary that seemed to be a salesman, Nelson felt a bit of toothache.

"You're welcome, let the two kids take you around the house first," Bollock nodded and said, "I'll go and order someone to prepare the dinner first."

After all, before Nelson could reply, he had disappeared.

"Let's go." Walburga shrugged. After her father disappeared, she immediately relaxed and turned to the tapestry. "Everyone above is full of influence in their own industry. Of course, there is no influence. Just those little holes."

"I may also become a small hole in the future." Alphad added, "Our family now has about a dozen people including relatives. In fact, if we don't burn them off, the Black family should still be very prosperous."

"This is the limitation of pure-blood families," Tom commented. "Some families have only one person left."

"Indeed." Nelson looked at Tom and raised his eyebrows.

"Let's go, take you to see our collection. The study is next to it. You should be interested." Walburga said, going upstairs.

Nelson’s first impression of No. 12 Grimmauld Place was black. He didn’t expect that when he went to the second floor, it was still the same black. It was not that the lighting was not good. It seemed that the family was very happy to use black for the decoration. The last name of "".

"Alphad, where is your room?" Tom suddenly realized an important question.

"Are you in such a hurry? Although they are indeed very good, they are not in a hurry."

"No, I mean, just seeing your father's dress, I feel that dinner tonight should be more formal." Tom grabbed his collar and said, "I don't feel very formal in a sweater, Nar and a trench coat. "

"That's true." Nelson nodded.

"In fact, there is no need to care about this, after all, we are still minors." Walburga comforted.

"That's not okay," Tom gave her a blank look. "You guys in your family are asking for Narr. Since they are very sincere, we can't help but respect them."

"We just bought a dress gown before." Nelson added.

"Well, I owe it to you." Walburga leaned forward and told his brother, "You take them to the guest room to change clothes. We'll see you in the study later."

...

"That's it? The good stuff you said...this is it?"

At the entrance of the study, Tom was trying his best to complain about the collection that Alphad had brought from the bedroom-a small drill specially used for underground construction. According to him, this drill could dig out a 500-meter long drill in half an hour. The tunnel for people to pass through is said to be a flash of inspiration from an ancestor of the Black family.

"This is the treasure of our family," Alphad said proudly. "When we were called the black wizards, this device helped the wizards of the time pass on a lot of information that was difficult to transmit."

"What an extreme condition must this be?" Tom held his forehead helplessly. "Under what circumstances would it be necessary for a group of wizards to burrow into the ground to deliver the letter, besides, where is the excavated mound?"

"Alphad, what are you talking about? The Black Wizard?" Nelson grasped the point. This was the second time he heard the word.

"Yes, but those pairs are a long time ago." Alphad scratched his head. "There is this story in the genealogy I promised you. It's quite interesting."

Nelson nodded, remembering the incident in mind, and then, there was a louder and louder "puff puff" sound, and Walburga, who was stepping on crystal shoes, approached, and she hurried to this side. While throwing pieces of used cosmetics into the arms of the house elf on the side.

"Miss, you forgot your brooch~www.readwn.com~ I know," Walburga grabbed the brooch and pinned it to his chest. "Shut up, I don't want him to see that I even have clothes. I can't wear it."

"Kreacher knows what Miss Kreacher wants." This young house-elf who looked like a young house-elf babblingly held Walbuga's skirt and approached the crowd. "My lady doesn't need Kreacher after she has friends. ...I didn't need to have friends before."

Walburga stroked her long hair and flicked it back. She wore a red high-necked dress that looked radiant, and even the accessories she wore on her body began to shine. She approached the study, leaned slightly, and said to Tom, " Awaited."

"It's okay." Tom took a deep look at Walburga. He admired the aesthetics of this suit. Tom nodded and praised, "It's beautiful, Walburga."

"Really?!" Walburga stepped a lot lighter, she lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around on the spot.

Tom nodded again. He has always praised truly beautiful things.

"Sorry, it took a long time to change clothes. Let's see it after dinner or tomorrow. Now we have to go to the restaurant quickly."

She is proud of her spring breeze. As for Alphad's "What are you pretending", Nelson's "Can I go to the study to quickly learn British table manners", and Kreacher's "Miss, your earrings are not fastened" are such inconsequential words. Was completely filtered by her.

She led the way with her head held up like a proud swan, and from time to time she looked back at Tom's face wrapped in her dress robe. Nelson was next to Alphad, exchanging the difference between French table manners and the British, but he quickly I found that communicating with Alphad is worse than communicating with house elves.

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