My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yeah." Nelson took the wand and held it solemnly in his palm. He rubbed the scarred wand and didn't know how many master's wands he had experienced. He waved it lightly and pulled out one in the air. With blooming flowers, the entanglement and sorrow between the young man's eyebrows disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and determination.

"Nall!" Tom stared at Nelson with scorching eyes. He took up his blackthorn wand and leaned against the tip of Nelson's wand. There was a brilliant spark between the overlapping wands. "You finally I am willing to face myself!"

　　 "What did you say?" Nelson lowered his head and watched the sharp spark from the tip of the stick spread across his arm, it seemed to cheer.

　　 "You are a genius, you shouldn't be restrained by mortals." Tom's scarlet eyes were full of passionate emotions, "not to be hurt by the scum."

　　 "I am a mortal."

　　 "No, you are not, you just don't know it."

"It's not important." Nelson pulled the wand back. Something seemed to have changed in its core. He gently poked it against a piece of manuscript paper scattered on the ground. As the wand approached, it twisted and deformed like flowing water. With a long torso, growing limbs, and plump feathers, when he bent down and the wand really touched the surface of the paper, a fighting-spirited falcon opened its wings and kicked it **** the ground with its claws, jumping towards the half-opened falcon. The window, then stretched his body, threw off his old feathers, looked back at Nelson deeply, rushed out of the room and rushed to the sky, making a clear cry of cruel sky.

　　 "The important thing is that I agree with you, I should not be hurt by the scum."

　　...

Nelson and Tom went downstairs, Bella leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes and made an imperceptible purr, Tom walked aside and closed the curtains in the living room. Nelson walked to Bella, trying not to make a sound, watching With a haggard face, the aunt took out a towel from under the coffee table and gently covered Bella's body.

"Jonas?" Bella's eyelashes trembled slightly, she was too tired, but she slept so lightly, a little movement can wake her from her dream, heavy eyelids struggled hard, and Nelson sat By her side, her consciousness finally struggled to wake up, opened her sleepy eyes, and looked weakly at the person in front of her, "Oh, Gnar, it's you."

　　 "Auntie." Nelson took Bella's hand stretched out from under the towel, "You are tired these days, go to the bedroom to sleep."

"Nal, are you hungry?" Bella struggled to sit up, she smiled, and tied the broken hair hanging from her forehead behind her ears, and then raised her hand to help Nelson tidy up what he hadn't taken care of for two days. Hair, "I'll go to the kitchen to make you some food."

She turned her head and smiled at Tom, who closed the curtains and walked to her side. She tried her best to be less vulnerable in front of the two younger generations. She was still struggling to get up. Nelson supported her on her back and helped her up on the sofa. Sitting up straight, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "Auntie is old."

Hearing this, Nelson's eyes flushed suddenly, and Tom tensed, turned his head away from this side, Nelson covered his mouth, nose and half of his face with his hands, and kept shaking his head, "No, no. You're just tired." Now... go to the bed in the bedroom to sleep, just a nap, and after a nap, it's all over."

He and Tom supported Bella on the left and right to climb the stairs, just as Bella and Jonas taught him to walk when he was a child... This section of the road is too long, as if every time Bella goes up a flight of stairs, Bella will be one year old. When he walked to the bedroom door, Nelson discovered with horror that the beautiful and dignified Bella's eyes had long been wrinkled, and in the gap between that long black hair, a bunch of silver threads had already emerged.

Tom stepped forward and opened the door of the room. At a glance, Nelson saw Jonas’s coat hanging on the back of the chair and a group photo of the two hanging on the wall beside the bed. He hurriedly signaled Tom to close the door and thoughtfully. "Auntie, I think if you don't sleep in my room, my place will be sunny in the afternoon and it will be much warmer." Tom also responded.

"Haha." Bella stepped forward to open the door, turned her head and smiled comfortingly at the two of them, "You are all grown up too. However, I want to stay with your uncle. Maybe he won't come often in the future. Up."

　　 She walked into the door, looked at the young Jonas and herself on the wall, and muttered to herself, "You think so, Jonas?" After that, she stumbled again.

Nelson quickly stepped forward to support Bella, helped her lie down on the bed, and covered her with the quilt. Tom went to draw the curtains again. When he was leaving, Bella suddenly raised his hand and held his wrist, "Nal, What are you going to do?"

"I..." Nelson was about to tell a lie, Bella's hand slipped off her wrist and fell onto the bed. She hadn't closed her eyes for two days-Nelson placed her hand, tucked the quilt for her, and tiptoed. Go out of the room, cover the door, and look at Tom, who is holding a translucent snake in his hand.

"did you find it?"

"Found it." Tom threw the little snake to the ground, only to see it "bang" and turned into a thin blood-colored thread that could only see the reflection. It started from under the feet of the two and pointed towards the house. At the door, Tom adjusted his sleeves and nodded at him, "We just have to follow it."

　　 "Yeah." Nelson wrapped his jacket tightly, grabbed a gray hat of Jonas and put it on his head, took a step forward, Tom looked happy, and quickly followed.

　　...

"No wonder the police can't find anyone." Nelson walked on the street and unbuttoned the trench coat. At this moment, they had crossed no less than ten intersections, and even the sun was drooping a bit, not to mention the Polish immigrant blocks. , They were even almost walking to the neighborhood of alien immigrants. He gritted his teeth a bit and said bitterly, "You can really run."

"Mouses are always good at hiding." Tom followed behind and kicked the red line on the ground. It trembled slightly and pointed straight at a tavern on the street. He frowned and stared at the tattered and dusty signs of the tavern. "I even think it has no repentance. This kind of person is really guilty of death."

　　 Nelson raised his head, squinted his eyes, and whispered the incompletely lettered name on the sign: Troca’s Bar.

　　 He put his hat on the top of his head upright, fastened his **** one by one meticulously, straightened his collar, and strode towards the same tattered wooden door of the tavern.

Unlike the dilapidated streets and store decorations outside, the business in the pub is unexpectedly good. Standing outside the door can hear the enthusiastic shouts and vulgar screams inside, but this is actually expected, after all The more economically sluggish the year, the more people will use alcohol to relieve their sorrows.

Nelson stretched out his hand and pushed open the tattered wooden door. The wind chime under the sign was "dingling banging" and remembered. As the door opened, the sound of the tide surged out, engulfing the two of them. Depending on how a small tavern and dozens of red-faced alcoholics in it made such a huge noise.

　　 "This tavern smells so bad." Tom covered his nose and mouth, and said in Nelson's ear with a look of disgust.

"Isn't it normal for a mouse to live in a stinking ditch?" Nelson stepped into the tavern and stared straight at the bearded man sitting at the innermost round table, his neck flushed and cursing at the neighboring table. , This is a chubby man with a rough manner and a full face. A mess of big beard and clothes on his body look like he hasn't been taken care of for a long time. He grinned, his black teeth exuded. A stench that can be smelled from a few meters away-there is a red dot on his bald head, which is connected to the red line stepped on by Nelson's feet. The red line broke when Nelson saw the beard, but he was sure. The person I am looking for.

When Nelson opened the door to enter, there was a silence for about a second in the tavern. Everyone who was drunk and dreamed of looking at the door, most of them looked back and went back to fight their bad spirits without interest. , And a few of them who didn't seem to have good brains showed malicious smiles to the two at the door. In return, Tom licked his lips and showed them a more enthusiastic smile.

　　 "Children, you shouldn't be here." The bartender wiping the glasses at the bar is neatly dressed. He wore a three-piece suit so he could speak to the two of them in a leisurely manner.

　　 Nelson saw him, raised his eyebrows in amazement, stood in front of the bar, and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for? Parents?" The bartender put down the wine glass, UU Read www.uukahnshu.com picked up the other one and wiped it off, but it looked like his towel was a rag. The old head laughed like he heard a joke.

"Is it funny?" Tom stretched out a finger and wiped it on the chair by the bar, raised his hand and wiped it with a tissue in disgust. I can't laugh a few times."

"Listen, kid, I'm the owner of this tavern." The bartender put down the glass, looked at Tom, and said, "Although it is illegal to hit a child, if you are here to make trouble, I will beat you hard. One meal, and then throw you out."

　　 Tom opened his mouth, and it seemed that his desire to line up was still strong, and Nelson took a step forward and stopped him.

　　 "I want to ask you a favor and call that bald man over." He stretched out a finger and pointed at the fat bearded man at the innermost table. When he heard this, everyone around him turned their eyes.

　　 "What?" The bartender suspected that he had heard it wrong.

　　 "We mean, please call me that bald, disgusting fat guy!" Tom said loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, almost all the drinking people in the tavern screamed and screamed. Nelson discovered that although the target he pointed at was correct, most of the people in the tavern were fat people with sparse hair.

　　 "Child, I warn you—"

　　 "Tom, do you know who is better at vampires or wizards?" Nelson suddenly said something strange, and Tom did not react, and said, "Who?"

"The magic wand is great." Nelson said, unbuttoning his collar to reveal the wand, turning to the bartender and grinning, "Mr. Vampire, I have no intention of breaking the secrecy law. Nosy."