My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "How do you say "Hello" in a snake-like accent?"

　　 "hiss~"

　　 "Goodbye?"

　　 "hiss~hiss"

　　 "Is there any difference?"

　　 "You listen carefully, learn hard, and try it yourself."

　　 "hiss~hiss."

　　 "Gnar? Why are you scolding me?"

　　 "Didn't I say ‘hello’?"

　　 "Well, I think we still have a chance to learn Snakeman again next time, what do you think?"

　　 "I can't agree more."

　　 On a cold winter night, Nelson and Tom walked from the moon-starred suburbs to the gloomy city, seemingly no different from when they came, but in the pipe under their feet, there was a **** snake slowly following them.

Contrary to what Nelson has always believed, Nagini is a viper, not a giant python. She prefers to hang prey and eat because of her lack of fangs. On the contrary, she is extremely toxic. She uses strangling instead of preying on her. Deliberately keep herself away from the habit of snakes-she still pretends to be a human in the depths of her soul, but sadly, the magic power stolen from her body by the blood curse has been accumulated to the highest level, and her body has completely turned into a snake , And cannot be reversed.

　　...

"It doesn't matter. Gnar is very good at transfiguration. He will help you get back to normal." On the hollow underground platform, Tom caressed Nagini's head lying on the ground and said softly. He rarely faced this. The alien among the snakes developed a sense of identity, "You need to pay me an owl at that time."

Nelson saw that Nagini's huge eyes were closed. The snake had no lacrimal glands, but he clearly saw a drop of tears squeezed out of the gap in the closed pannier and fell to the ground along his cheeks, echoing in the silent cavity. The sound of water dripping.

"She's too lonely." Nelson thought. As a human, she must be disdainful of eating rotten corpses with fangs like the same kind. She must be used to living a solitary life, and as a person, she can see Hearing but unable to speak, there are countless voices in her heart but it is difficult to express, a lonely wandering snake trapped in a person who cannot communicate with the outside world is too cruel. At this time, a human who has mastered the Snake-Lao accent may be the only light in her dark life.

"I'll find a way. Even if I can't help it, Dumbledore can definitely do it." Nelson couldn't help but put his hand on Nagini's head and stroked it gently. Her skull was hard and angular, but the scales were not. Cold and smooth, "The wizard has Animagus, and it won't be difficult for a snake to become a human being."

　　 Hearing Dumbledore's name, Nagini opened his eyes, and the whole body of the snake trembled slightly.

　　 "Do you know Dumbledore? Then you must know his accomplishments in transfiguration." Nelson said optimistically, "the problem is not big."

　　 Tom was communicating with Nagini while telling her story to Nelson, and it seemed that the streaked owl had been left behind.

　　 "Hiss..." Nelson took a breath, "He has been cursed with blood, is the person close to him still a silent one?"

　　 "But why don't you write?"

　　 He felt that he had said something out of place, because when the voice just fell, the whole cave fell silent.

　　...

"Why did you two come back!" Bella stood with arms akimbo, wearing thick cotton-padded clothes angrily waiting for the two of them, "Don't look at what time it is! Do you know that the street is messy recently," Your uncle almost went to the police!"

"Sorry, Aunt Bella." Tom sincerely apologized. They could have arrived home before twelve o'clock, but it took too much energy to open the abandoned mailbox with the results of shopping without making a sound. "Let's go down. I will tell you in advance."

"And next time?" Bella's already raised eyebrows almost flew into the sky, "Are you going to stay at night next time? If you don't go home before twelve o'clock, there will be vampires in the sky. Don’t you know that you are attacked in the alley?!"

　　 "Actually a vampire—" Nelson closed his mouth obediently when he saw Bella staring at him.

"Come in." She waved her arms angrily. "The things you bought arrived earlier than you. I didn't want you to go out to play, but also pay attention to safety. Your mother only has you as a son. cold…"

　　 "Tom!" Turning to catch Tom who was winking at Nelson, Bella was once again angrily, "Same for you!"

　　 Tom lowered his head and followed Bella into the room. This kind of scolding seemed warm to him.

　　 "You go to the fireplace to warm up first," Bella turned and went into the kitchen, "I'll bring you milk. Nar! Go tell your uncle, you are back!"

　　 Tom rushed to help, Nelson put down the big and small bags and walked upstairs.

　　 "Gnar, you are back."

Pushing open the door, Jonas’ room was filled with smoke, and Nelson coughed. Through the smoke in the room, Nelson saw Jonas sitting on the chair in front of the desk, dressed in an old Writing at desk in tartan coat. Hearing someone push the door open, he pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, turned and squinted at the person coming.

　　 "Sorry, uncle."

"It doesn't matter. When I was a kid, I loved to play more than you. At that time, I went to explore the abandoned mines in the Ruhr area. The neighbor's children and I stayed in it for two days." Jonas took off the gold glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose. , Rubbing his temples with both hands, his face was exhausted, "Sit down and wait until I finish writing this manuscript."

　　 Nelson did not sit down, but walked behind Jonas and helped him rub his shoulders vigorously.

　　 "Ah... it's so comfortable, Nar, when did you rub my shoulders last time?" He leaned back in the chair, relaxing his shoulder muscles.

　　 "It was two years ago, and you rarely go home after that." Nelson's technique is very skillful. While pressing, he helped his uncle wipe the soot falling on his shoulders, "I will often press it for you in the future."

"Hahaha," Jonas laughed, but choked with his own laughter and coughed. Nelson hurriedly put his hand on his back and patted gently, "I didn't mean to blame you, you've grown up. , I went to school, but this kind of opportunity will become less and less in the future!"

　　 "No." Seeing his uncle stopped coughing, Nelson continued to pinch his shoulders, "You should quit smoking."

　　 "Your aunt always said that, but how can you quit if you want to quit?"

　　 "It should be less." Nelson glanced at the beginning of the manuscript. "Is this going to be a war?"

"Yes..." Jonas picked up the cigarette that hadn't been completely extinguished in the ashtray with melancholy eyes, took a hard breath, and said with a suffocating breath, "I have traveled through many places in Europe in the past two years. More and more nervous."

　　 "So does the magical world." Nelson agreed.

"Actually, I have provided the newspaper with no less than ten warnings about war warnings." Jonas opened his mouth and spit out the smoke he inhaled into a thin plume of smoke. "But the editor-in-chief reviewed the manuscript, but They are always knocked down at the end. They say that such a manuscript is not conducive to harmony between nations."

"Maybe only Chamberlain feels harmony!" He sighed with a wry smile, "I just went to Poland last month, did you know? There are all Germans there, and the streets are full of sneaky Germans! Now everyone is I feel like I'm talking about dreams, or I'm preaching that set of things from my hometown."

"Uncle..." Nelson knew that the war was coming, but he didn't know how to speak. After a long silence, he supported Jonas's shoulder, as if he was about to press up all his weight, and said softly, "You may not believe it. , We have learned divination, we are really going to fight, we must be careful."

　　 "Don't worry." Jonas put his hand on his shoulder and placed it on Nelson's.

　　 Feeling the roughness coming from the back of his hand, Nelson put away his cranky thoughts, but silently squeezed the shoulders of the elders.

"To be honest, you have always made me feel at ease, and even a long time ago I no longer looked like a child." Jonas turned his head and said with satisfaction, "I won't say more about protecting yourself such nonsense. You are a good one. My child, I know this better than me."

"I wrote a letter to my friends who used to be in common with your father. If they are people like you, they will definitely write to you." Jonas patted his hand on his shoulder vigorously. "If one day ,I-"

"I mean if." Seeing Nelson's accusing face, he smiled and shook his head, and continued to say, "If one day I am gone, you will find them, they will definitely Help you!"

　　 Bella downstairs shouted Nelson to drink milk, breaking the depressing atmosphere in the room, "Go." Jonas smiled and saw him off.

"This year, no one can be alone." Jonas turned his head and called his nephew who was opening the door to leave, and said seriously, "I still hope you can become an editor or help me become a poet. dream."

　　...

　　 "Did you sleep last night?" Tom handed out a bottle of unscrewed cucumber juice.

　　 On the Hogwarts Express early in the morning the next day, Nelson had not had much energy.

"No, I'm just thinking about something." Nelson leaned the window and looked at the deserted meadows and fields outside. Their luggage was all packed by the train. Only a camera hung around his neck. Bella thought he seemed to need it more. It (Jonas: Magic is so convenient, so convenient that it will degrade my photography skills, you can use it!), he seems to have thought of something, and his expression is shaken, "Oh! The photos taken at the orphanage that day were on the camera. In his photo bag, let me see."

　　 He took out the photo as if he was anxious to change the subject, but fell silent after seeing it.

　　 "What's the matter?" Tom probed over to look at the photo.

This is a photo that shouldn’t be taken in a place like an orphanage. The children in the image are all smiling, their tables are full of Christmas dinners, and some children are sitting next to them. Unfamiliar, but similar-looking adults, Mrs. Cole is sitting in the center of the photo, her hands are tightly holding the hands of a stranger, the happiness that seems to overflow the paper is incompatible with the real situation.

　　 "I don't remember this picture is like this." Tom leaned his eyes closer and looked carefully.