My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Honey, I heard there's a new store across from the Alexander Building - the Wizard's Store!"

London, at the door of a certain bank, a lady with a small basket waited for her husband who had just gotten off work. After a perfunctory kiss, she tiptoed to her with a smile and said to her husband, "I heard that there are many novelties and cuteness in it. something very magical."

"Wizard's shop? Haha, does it sell a wizard's shop?" The man tugged at the knot of his tie. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief after holding back his red face for a day. Looking at his loving wife, he put the unhappiness of the whole day behind him. , smiled and hugged her, a colleague passed by behind him, the man changed his expression and said seriously, "You still believe in that kind of thing? Colleagues in the bank all said that it was a joke by the government, the Prime Minister. Wanting to get us out of the shadows of the post-war period, it's just those stupid guys who believe the nonsense in The Times, what the Ministry of Magic, what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Georges often go to plumbers, He wouldn't be secretly running a Hogkazi plumber school!"

Hearing the man's ridicule, the lady who was affected by the map cannon frowned and stepped on the instep of the man who was saying goodbye to her colleague.

"Did your colleague see it in person?" When the colleague left, the woman said dissatisfiedly, "Yes, I'm a stupid guy. When are you going to change to a smart wife?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong..." the man pleaded softly, and after the high heels left his feet, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go now, we'll go right away."

"You idiot!" The woman smashed her husband's arm with the basket in her hand. "Your son is still at school."

"He went back by himself."

"Are you trying to change your son? There are so many missing children in London recently!" the woman said angrily, "Let's pick him up first! It is said that the products in those stores are mainly snacks."

"Okay," the man gritted his teeth and stomped his feet on the ground, "I'll listen to you."

...

In the alley next to King's Cross Station, a filthy boy was curled up and squatted on a broken sofa. Even in the cold evening after the fall, he was still wearing only a single shirt, a thin thin coat. The shirt hung on his thin shoulders, dangling like a dementor, a child who had suddenly appeared here five days ago, left here by a worried-looking couple with a Scottish accent, patrolling. The police in the street took him twice, but he always escaped back.

"Old MacDonald had a farm, ah ah ah ah..."

Jack, who was throwing a baton, passed by the alley humming a song, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, took a few steps back, leaned his body back and tilted his head to look at the alley, the moment he saw the boy , his originally smiling face collapsed, and after a sigh, he pinned the baton behind his waist and walked towards the boy lightly.

The boy's pupils were out of focus, his ears moved, and Jack stopped immediately. The boy "looked" and "looked" around vigilantly. Even if he met Jack's eyes, he didn't have any special reaction. A blind man, when the boy's expression was empty again, Jack took out his skill of catching fish with his bare hands at sea, which he had been slack for for many years. , the curled back tripped Jack, who waved his arms and made an intimate contact with his face and the dirty sofa cushions.

"Are you all right, sir?" the boy asked politely, groping for the wall, walking quickly to a distance, facing Jack's direction.

"You kid..." Jack grinned and rubbed his waist and got up from the ground. He wanted to get angry but didn't get angry at all. He sighed helplessly and said, "Have you not waited for your parents yet?"

The boy turned his face to the side, facing the wall, clasped his fingers against the cracks in the wall, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak.

"Listen, child," Jack sighed, and finally said what was in his heart, "your parents probably won't come back, come with me, don't keep running away."

"They said they would come to me, and I will wait for them here."

Little Jack frowned. Those irresponsible parents are really hateful. As a police officer at the railway station, he saw too much about abandoning his own children. Looking at the boy's thinner face than five days ago, He shook his head and reached out to touch the lower back.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman, and I'll send you to a respectable lady, Mrs. Cole, the mother of many children."

The boy shook his head stubbornly.

...

"Old man, old man again... I don't like old men!"

Across the street, the couple with their chubby son waited for an opportunity to cross the road. The little boy looked at the dozen old men in his hand and lost his temper with dissatisfaction. The child with an abyss mouth eats chocolate frogs every time They all directly pointed the torn open packaging bag to the mouth, giving the chocolate frog no chance to escape at all, and even did not even notice that these little frogs could move.

"Aberric Glennion...he's ugly, Archibald Alderton...he's ugly, Albus Dumbledore...that's okay."

His mother patted his head dotingly. The newly opened shops around the Alexander Building were so popular that they were almost pushed away by the crowd, after the promotion of The Times and people's rumors. After entering one of them, she was pushed out. Even so, she only bought some chocolate frogs in her basket. It was said that this was the wizard's favorite snack, but she didn't see any difference. It was the ones in the store. The intricate, useless, and moving ornaments made her curious so much that she was going to take a look again at five o'clock tomorrow morning.

"It tastes good though."

The little boy nimbly stretched out his hand and took out a chocolate frog from his mother's basket. When he was about to open it, there were just fewer cars on the road. His father grabbed his arm, seized the opportunity, and pulled him across the road. .

The boy pouted and was pulled across the road by his parents.

As soon as he crossed the road, the man saw a man in a police uniform blocking the alley, talking to the people inside. Out of concern, he pulled his son around in a big circle, but saw a small boy inside. The boy leaned up curiously.

"Officer, what's the matter?"

Jack sighed again. He felt annoyed that he was choking on a cigarette. He looked at the little boy holding the man's hand. He lowered his voice and leaned closer to the man's ear. .

The chubby little boy stretched his neck and looked into the alley. The blind boy inside was similar in age to him, but his situation was very different. He was too young to have any sense of life, but instinctively raised a trace of the best. Simple sympathy, just when he wanted to comfort the blind child, his father's teaching about "dignity" came to his mind, he thought for a moment and raised his head.

"No, I'll give you something to eat."

The chubby little boy patted his stomach and said with a pretence of disgust, he looked like a small Professor Slughorn, he looked at the blind boy on the street who was swallowing saliva and his stomach growled, " How could someone make snacks look like toads, it's disgusting."

After that, he deftly broke free from his parents' hands, got under Jack's arm, and shoved the chocolate frog in his hand into the blind boy's hand, "I don't want it anymore, I'll give it to you!"

Seemingly aware of the fiery gazes around him, the blind boy's face turned red, and even his hands and feet began to heat up.

He awkwardly tore open the packaging bag in his hand. Suddenly, he felt something jump in his hand. He subconsciously released his fingers holding the bag mouth. A chocolate frog squeezed out from his fingertips and stepped on the back of his hand. With a kick, he jumped out forcefully, and disappeared into the shadow of the alley.

Chocolate ran away?

The family of three who saw this scene and the blind child who felt it were stunned. Only Jack looked as usual. Like Martha and Father Crawford, he was one of the few people who could contact the magical world in advance.

"Oh, god... darling, I just seemed confused."

The man in the suit rubbed his eyes and looked at his wife who also rubbed her eyes, "I thought this was just... a marketing campaign? Could it be a clockwork frog wrapped in chocolate?"

The blind boy holding the empty bag felt that his heart was just like this bag, empty. He resisted the desire to weep, but when the little fat boy timidly said, "How about... how about I'll give you another one." "Zhi" broke the defense, his little face was wrinkled into a ball, and the big tears fell from the corners of his eyes, but even so, he did not cry.

He felt a sticky feeling on the back of his hand. It was the footprints left by the chocolate frog melting when he jumped on his hot hand. The blind boy raised his hand and bit it on the back of his hand. The arrow shot from the chocolate. Passing by, the fragrant sweetness filled his mouth, but this made his tears even more violent.

"You... don't cry, I'll give you another one." The chubby little boy anxiously cast his eyes on his parents for help, but the couple who were shocked by the chocolate frog hadn't calmed down yet, he swayed unconsciously. Arm, looking for something to say, "Why don't you look at who the picture is inside? I think this thing is more important than chocolate."

Hearing the boy's words, Jack and the boy's parents patted their foreheads with their hands, and a crisp "Clap!" echoed in the alley. How did the boy know that the peers on the opposite side couldn't see?

Just when Jack thought the blind boy was going to be more sad, he raised his hand, held the chocolate frog packaging bag, clumsily rubbed the picture out of it, and handed it to the little fat boy.

"You... can you help me see? I can't see it."

"Okay, I hope it's not an old man," the fat boy took the picture, looked in front of him, and said in surprise, "It's really not an old man!"

"what are you saying……"

The little fat boy turned his head to look at his parents in confusion. His mother looked at the blind boy with pity, and said, "He can't see."

"Oh, this is Nelson Wilttening Williams," said the chubby boy, looking at the contents of the picture, "it says that he is the youngest person to publish a paper in Transfiguration Today. The author, the creator of the Magic Factory model, and his friend Tom Marvolo Riddle brought down the evil Second Salem organization."

After all, the boy who didn't know the meaning of this sentence carefully placed the picture in the hand of the blind boy, and he whispered, "The people on these pictures are all wizards, you see... I'm sorry, you feel that just now Is there an escaped frog? This chocolate moves, it must be magic!"

"magic……"

"Hey, this picture, I still know him!" Little Jack looked at the picture in the hands of the blind boy, and a familiar golden touch came into his eyes. He looked at the smiling face of the person in the picture, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. , "It's Mr. Williams!"

"Is there really such a person?" the boy's father asked in surprise. "I thought it was just made up by chocolate manufacturers to sell things."

"Of course, he was a young nuclear physicist when I first met him," said Jack, scratching his head and smiling, "magic is real, sir, just wait a little longer and you'll be It’s fun to experience them.”

The words of public officials are convincing, not to mention that the UK of this era is not so out of character. The man nodded earnestly and began to think about the rationality of the stories he had read in the newspaper. He was surprised to find that if Remove the premise that the "government" is joking and replace it with "magic exists", and those stories make perfect sense.

"Really? Mr. Constable?"

"Why should I lie to you, you should be able to see it in the newspaper," Jack shrugged, facing the blind child, and said softly, "Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but your parents shouldn't Back, you need a new home instead of waiting on this sofa... Mr. Williams in your hands was Mrs. Cole's raised child."

"Really? I know Mrs. Cole. She's the director of the Westside Orphanage. This... wizard, used to be a child there?"

"Yes, I promise." Jack scratched his head, realizing that he had missed the point, and thinking about how to apologize to Nelson, he whispered, "Please don't tell anyone else."

"How can a wizard grow up in an orphanage? It's ridiculous..." The man scratched his hair and mumbled, "Shouldn't they be born in a castle? Go out on a dragon every day?"

The woman stepped on the humiliating husband again, this time he couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.

Amidst the screams, the blind boy groped in front of Jack and whispered, "I'll go with you."

A bitter smile appeared on Jack's face. As a former soldier, he had seen too many war orphans who had to be precocious just like the blind child. He understood that the blind child was very aware of the fact that he was abandoned, but he was just confused. Don't know where to go.

"Wait, you have to prove that you are not a human trafficker." The man who stopped screaming suddenly remembered his wife's warning at the bank gate, looked at Jack suspiciously, stiffened his stomach seriously, and said, "There are a lot of missing children in London recently. "

"Haha~www.readwn.com~ This is my certificate, take a look."

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In the setting sun, a worried family of three escorted the blind boy to the police station. The chubby little boy even covered the blind boy with a story about "wizard common sense" that he didn't know much about himself. The young friendship was soon established. , At the gate of the police station, the couple finally felt relieved, and the boy and the blind child gently hugged and said goodbye.

"I'll go see you, maybe you can meet a witch and heal your eyes!"

As the sun went down, the little fat boy who left happily tore open a bag of chocolate frogs again and screamed, "Old man, it's old man again!"

He was distressed and didn't know that he had just missed a picture of a chocolate frog that would disgust most people for the rest of their lives.

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