My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 After the meal, Nelson and Tom were walking down the street. They had changed their clothes on the journey and put on the normal clothes in the closet-the same beige woolen sweater, the same jeans and the same sneakers. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the two of them, adding a touch of gold to their faces.

The two stopped in front of the alley where they had been stolen. Around the winter solstice, when the sun's altitude angle was the smallest in London, the sun that was about to droop stretched their shadows very long. Nelson was standing in the middle of the long street, and Tom was standing. Alleyway-Nelson stood on the empty golden street with a gold-rimmed shadow, while Tom's shadow was hidden in the deep alley.

　　 "Have we ever performed this action?"

　　 With a stack of photos in his hand, Tom looked down at a piece of paper as he walked. He pulled one out and handed it to Nelson.

Nelson took the photo. In the black-and-white photo, he and Tom were sitting on a small sofa with their arms around their shoulders in formal attire. Jonas leaned down while supporting both sides of the sofa. The three of them grinned at the camera. , There was a slender palm dangling on the side of the lens that made a victory gesture. After a while, Jonas straightened up and walked out of the edge of the photo. Bella ran into the viewfinder briskly and stood in the original position of Jonas. —This is a photo taken by Bella. In the black and white photo, the hair color of the two men is not real. Nelson's hair color seems to be darker, Tom's hair color seems to be lighter, and the two look like real brothers.

They have been fiddling with Bella for a long time, just like a little girl got a new toy that she likes. Bella loves the camera Nelson brought back. Compared with the popular cameras on the market, this magic gadget can be taken immediately. See, it’s very convenient to avoid the process of waiting for the film to turn into a photo. What’s more convenient is that it doesn’t need to replenish the film, and it looks like a continuous supply of photographic paper. But I have to say that although quickness and portability are the eternal trends in the development of various products, the experience of walking into the photo studio with your lover to pose for a photo, holding each other’s hand in a flash of light, and then waiting for the film at home is even more of an experience. A rare romance.

"Yes, my aunt took so many pictures. I can't remember." The camera was hung around Nelson's neck. Before leaving, Bella asked them and their former friends to take more pictures... But Nelson only had part of the time to stay. In the orphanage, where is Tom? When did he make any good friends in such a place? "But it's pretty good. Go back to Diagon Alley and let me copy a few..."

　　 Seeing Tom ignored him, he turned his head and saw that Tom was flipping through the pile of photos again. He had to whistle to catch up and shook the cloth bag in his hand.

　　 "Don't shake it!" Tom turned around and raised his eyebrows at Nelson.

"I know I know that after all there is Tom’s chocolate in it." Nelson did not give him the opportunity to interrupt the speech this time, but like an underground rapper, finished the speech that would make Tom look ashamed, and Tom’s The reaction was indeed like this-he turned and walked away quickly, without saying a word, his ears and the whole neck were almost red.

　　 The two walked one by one and the other chased them, and they soon came to the door of this run-down orphanage in West London.

　　 Looking at the peeling paint and revealing the rusty iron door, Nelson and Tom stopped. Through the gap of the iron door, it was the first time he looked at the place where he grew up so carefully. Compared to the pile of joyfulness that Tom held in his hand, the scene in this small courtyard looked more like a black and white photo.

A small gray building stood alone in the not-so-small yard. The humble door of the small building stood with two sickly looking pine trees with a few faded colored stripes hanging on the trees, Nelson I have encountered them at Christmas for several years. The yard was bare, with only a few wooden swings creaking under the rusty iron shelf with the wind. The orphanage did not have enough funds to repair the ground, and there were not enough people to do it. What plants are grown and taken care of here. There are no children in the yard. It should be their dinner time now. Nelson saw a small face in the window corner of his room on the third floor, and when his eyes met, he quickly retracted.

　　 "Found him." Nelson smiled and punched Tom in the ribs with his elbow.

Tom followed his gaze and looked up, his eyes stopped by the window, and the small face was stretched out again. This time he was more cautious, only revealing a pair of black eyes under the newsboy hat and the brim. Your room." As Tom said, he curled up his mouth and gave the kid a standard circumcision. He quickly retracted and never appeared again.

　　 "Sir," seeing them, a dry old man ran out of the porter and looked at the small open door on the big iron door. "The door is unlocked, why are you—"

He looked at the faces of Nelson and Tom, and the words on his lips suddenly stopped. "Are you? Nelson?" He looked at Nelson with some confusion, then turned his gaze to Tom's face, and asked in an uncertain tone. Tom?"

　　 "Yes, Mr. Button." Nelson raised his hand, and Tom nodded beside him.

The old man’s face burst into complex emotions including but not limited to surprise, joy, disbelief, gratification, etc., "Quickly come in! Quickly come in!" He pushed open the small iron door and grabbed the hands of the two and pushed them inside. Tugged, when they faced the iron gate, they released their hands again, and ran to the small building, while turning back and shouting at them, "Come in! Come in!"

Mr. Patton is a respectable old man. He lives in an old tube building next to the orphanage. He is alone. I heard that he was originally an officer of the Allied Powers. I was hit by a stray bullet in front of me, and the pregnant daughter-in-law couldn't bear the blow. There was no news on a foggy night...

　　 After the war, he donated all his property to the orphanage next to his home, and he came here as a concierge. Although he is grumpy and full of swear words, he treats every child like a grandson. He has almost taken out his family to do his best to help these children who have lost their families. Sometimes the busy Mrs. Cole also entrusts him to take care of the children, but he never tells everyone about wars. If someone asks them, he will say, "You have to be good people, and don't be interested in a butcher like me. "

　　 This is a poor old man who has been ravaged by war, but as he said, every stray bullet on the battlefield may create a broken family. Why didn't Li Enfield, who had accompanied him, take the lives of others? The dead soul who died under a bullet with no eyesight may be a father, son or husband.

"War may be right or wrong, and soldiers will commit sins, but the children are innocent." One day Nelson was sitting on the roof while reading a book about World War I in the moonlight. Mr. Patton struggling to climb up and sit down to him. Smoking next to him, he rubbed Nelson's hair grinningly, "Before I became an officer, I was a sharpshooter. Later, I thought it was better to be a doctor than a soldier."

Seeing him limping from the back while calling Mrs. Cole's name, Nelson patted Tom on the back with red eyes. Tom was closing his eyes and looking up at the sky. The old man who grew up with them really old.

　　 Patton took the two to Mrs. Cole's office, where she poured hot tea, declined the invitation of the three, and he returned to his post.

"What are you doing back here?" Mrs. Cole frowned and looked at the two of them. She clanged in the teacup with a spoon. The old tea leaves that were originally full of broken leaves were mixed to pieces by her, "Keep it in. You guys, it's not for you to come back."

Tom and Nelson have long been accustomed to Mrs. Cole's sternness. They listened quietly to her admonitions and looked at this thin woman with black hair a few months ago. After three months of not seeing her, she was even thinner. UU看书www .uukanshu.com On the pale face under the gray hair, the cheekbones were abnormally prominent, she stopped stirring the tea and stared at them seriously.

　　 Suddenly she stretched her brows and smiled at them, "Tom, Gnar, you have grown a lot."

　　 "Mrs. Cole, how are you and the orphanage during this time?" Nelson relaxed and raised his teacup to say hello.

"I'm still the same," Mrs. Cole laughed at herself. "The orphanage has been a lot busier than in the first half of the year. In the past two years, there have been more and more homeless children... Just as soon as you left, the police station delivered it. There are a group of children, and your room has been occupied just two days after it was vacant. There are even older children who need two people to squeeze in a room. It is really possible to have a room everywhere. Only an orphanage can’t be available. Of the room."

　　 "Are you so nervous?" Tom asked.

"Well, the situation in other orphanages in London won't be any better than us. You are the older children. You should understand that although the newspapers are full of singing and dancing, but..." Mrs. Cole shook her head helplessly and smiled at Tom again. Said, "By the way Tom, your chocolate kids like it very much. Many of them have never eaten chocolate when they grow up..."

　　 She suddenly choked up, lowered her head and took out a handkerchief from her skirt and wiped her eyes.

　　 "Sorry, I just...".

　　 "I understand, Mrs. Cole." Rarely, Tom did not maintain his cold appearance, nor did he blush because of the chocolate. Instead, he stood up and patted Mrs. Cole on the shoulder, softly comforting.

"You are all good children," Mrs. Cole calmed down, her red eyes lowered her head and held up the tea cup, "Although I love every child here like my own child, I hope they can be like you. Leave here and never come back."