My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 158 Nagini Remembered

London.

Years of wars have brought an indelible haze to this magnificent city. Under the constant bombing and harassment by the German army, this most prosperous city in the world has also become the most severely damaged city in World War II. One of the three cities.

"It doesn't feel like a difference."

Nelson shook his head and walked west through the alley in front of King's Cross Station.

I thought that the war would make the gentlemen in the parliament more aware of the preciousness of life, but Nelson still saw many yellow and emaciated children around. Distinctive small groups.

As he passed, the grimy, age- and gender-neutral boys stared at his pockets with greedy eyes.

"Sir, please do me a favor!"

Seeing Nelson approaching, a homeless man nestled in a pile of children kicked the calf of the child next to him. The child with a yellow and thin face and a height of less than 1.2 meters suddenly jumped forward, lying at Nelson's feet, crying and screaming. With snot and tears, he kept crawling forward.

Hearing these familiar words, Nelson felt a little dazed, and vaguely returned to the afternoon when he left King's Cross Station three years ago.

"Sorry, I don't have change."

His answer was exactly the same as back then. The difference was that this time he didn't cover the brim of his hat and walk away quickly. Instead, he approached the crowd, stood in front of the burly homeless man, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Boy, what's the matter with you?" The homeless man raised his head when he saw him approaching, and dropped the wine bottle in his hand to the ground. To stand up.

"I don't think you are short of food, why don't you give them something to eat?"

Nelson scanned the homeless man in front of him with a look of disgust in his eyes.

"Me?" The homeless man was drunk, and tried his best to support the wall, but couldn't stand up, so he collapsed back on the bed, stretched out his fingers to himself, showing his foul-smelling yellow teeth, and grinned at Nelson, "You don't want to Mind your own business, besides, how can I have any money to buy food for these puppies?"

"But I don't think you're eating badly," Nelson shook his head, staring at the homeless man's belly and said, "Otherwise, just lying on a group of homeless children and sucking blood, can't feed you so fat."

As the homeless man opened his mouth, Nelson smelled a fishy smell of alcohol. He raised his hand and slapped his nose, tilted his head and asked, "I came here three years ago, among these boys There are even some familiar faces, I remember when their head was a big kid, did you grow so fast?"

"You mean that stinky hard boy?" The homeless man smiled. "You know him? But you're late. He died last year."

"died?"

"That's right, I caught a sudden illness." The homeless man seemed to have not chatted with others for a long time, his conversation became more intense, and he began to show off the uncommon words he didn't know where he heard, "I don't know if it's cholera or Malaria, people from the city hall later came to collect the corpses... Do you young masters come to inspect once every three years? You know, they are so hungry because you come less often."

"Let me see," Nelson suddenly squatted down and reached out to grab the dirty hair of the homeless man. The homeless man tried to dodge, but found that his body was stiff and unable to move. Nelson grabbed his hair and stared at the homeless man. Looking into the homeless man's eyes, he asked, "Tell me, what happened in London in the past few years?"

In the next second, he let go of his hand. The homeless man stared wide-eyed, looked at him in horror, and rubbed his buttocks back with both hands. When he found that he had rubbed against the wall, he closed his eyes in despair, trembling and whispering. Muttering, "You don't want to think about them."

"Don't be afraid, I didn't do anything."

Nelson shook his head with a smile, turned around and walked towards the child who had just fallen at his feet, took out a dozen bread from his pocket as if by magic, and put it on the ground together with the wrapping paper, then turned his head and walked towards the end of the alley. There was a sound of swallowing saliva neatly, and the hungry vagrants did not rush to fight for it. In Nelson's peripheral vision, the boy who got the bread first glanced cautiously in the direction of the vagrant, and saw that he was fine. In response, he quickly broke the bread into several pieces and distributed them to the children around him, and even left a piece by the homeless man.

Nelson raised his eyebrows, turned and left without saying anything.

It seems that the war did not make the capitalists realize the value of life, but instead gave them a sense of anxiety, thus squeezing those poor and white people more and more intensely.

Nelson walked for a while through the cleared ruins and surviving buildings, and finally came to the West City.

At this time, more people moved into the street where French immigrants gathered, and even a lot of French faces appeared in the surrounding streets. Nelson walked in the direction of his aunt and uncle's house based on his memory. Feeling heavy on foot, even hard to breathe.

The surrounding refugees looked at the new faces in the block vigilantly. Only some old neighbors looked at Nelson's face with surprised expressions, and when they wanted to rush over to say hello, they stopped with great concern.

Nelson enjoyed this feeling of not being disturbed by others. He walked to the courtyard, looked at the thorns and broken dead branches in the courtyard, and prepared to clear a path.

"What a good neighbor in London," Nelson nodded in satisfaction after clearing a small path enough for himself to pass, looking at the small building in front of him that was intact, even with no broken windows, "No one came to steal anything."

Only then did he see a wooden board standing at the door, with a striking line written on it, "Haunted house! Enter carefully!"

Looking at the familiar writing on the wooden sign, Nelson burst out laughing, and the laughter pierced through the gloomy street. He pulled out the wooden sign, took out the key and walked into the courtyard, "Tom, you really have it."

He turned the wooden sign over and inserted it back, and it was the previous house number that was written on the back: "Nicklaus House."

The moment he opened the door, Nelson received the surprise that Tom had left for him. A slender figure about three meters tall, wearing a tattered black robe and bound by iron chains was holding a sickle and slashed at him. A hoarse voice mixed with Parsel's accent came to my ears:

"Why disturb people's peace?"

"It's me," Nelson stretched out his hand and pressed the tip of the sickle. It split his arm and swung it downward. It turned out that everything was an illusion. "Tom, I'm back."

I don't know which word in this sentence triggered the mechanism. The slender figure collapsed in an instant, and all the lights in the room were lit up in an instant. Nelson looked at the living room. On the dining table, steaming steam was rising.

"Why are you doing all this stuff? It's so laborious." Nelson curled his lips in distaste, sat down at the dining table and took out a knife and fork. Seeing the table of tomatoes, he had already identified the "suspect".

……

"Jonas, I went to see it," Nelson murmured softly, holding Jonas's white tombstone in the cemetery, "I went to see the real Europe, the real world, the real world you want me to see." Cities, real people..."

Faintly, he heard Jonas' voice.

"The real Europe is at war, and the rest of the world is not even at war... Cities are full of homeless people, refugees who have lost their homes, street children who can't afford food, everyone, except those who are really killed. The people the bullets destroyed, they were no different from their previous lives, and I wondered what I was watching."

Holding on to the tombstone, he slowly sat on the head of Mr. Williams next door to Jonas, looking at the never-before-seen inscriptions on Jonas's tombstone, which seemed to be carved by his friends , the handwriting of each sentence is different, and they all told a hilarious joke. Nelson felt a lot better when he saw the joke, and continued to report what he saw and heard to his uncle.

"Did you know? The Germans set up a concentration camp in Poland. After the number of prisoners was increased, they even started to use those people for experiments, some cruel experiments... At first, seeing the suffering of the Poles, my heart There is even a tinge of relief, I think they deserved to be blamed, killed the only person in the world who was willing to help them, and they should be used for experiments by the Germans, shouldn’t they?”

He raised his head and looked at the pigeon hall on the top of the church not far away. There were no pigeons wandering around at this point, only the faint sound of cooing and dropping bird droppings.

Nelson looked directly at the not too dazzling sun, and continued.

"But after a while, when I was numb to those experiments, I realized that I was wrong - which drunkard's mistakes should not be paid by other innocent people, I can even take his soul from hell Take it out to torture, but if I just watched with cold eyes and was happy for the deaths of those Poles, what is the difference between me and him? This must not be what you want to see." Nelson sighed, looked away, rubbed He rubbed his eyes that were astringent from staring at the bright light for too long.

"But by then it was too late, all the damned and not damned were dead, and there were even captives and political prisoners from other countries being sent by freighters in a steady stream. I can only do my best to try to catch some people Come out," Nelson shook his head with a wry smile, "In the eyes of many wizards, I am more like a Muggle than a wizard, but to save people, I relied on my status as a wizard...During that time, I stayed with you all day. I had nothing to do in Krakow, so I patrolled everywhere, looking for trouble with those corrupt soldiers and officers, and if I found a reason, I would destroy those experimental instruments in front of them, and even release those captives.”

Nelson snapped his fingers and seemed to be counting the number of people. Maybe because the number was a bit large, he finally gave up.

"In the eyes of outsiders, I am a moody psychopath, but because of my special status, no one dares to provoke me, hahaha." He covered his chest and laughed, "It is said that there has been a war, but I really don't feel anything , I don’t know if others are protecting me too well or I’m instinctively staying away from these things... All I see is a peaceful American city, Krakow, where a truckload of prisoners of war is being transported, and the news in the newspapers , The professionalism of those reporters is far worse than yours, they really dare to write anything, and those who are behind the front of the report, I thought de Gaulle was holding a celebration banquet in Berlin!"

He was amused by his own joke, and he patted the tombstone vigorously, making a "snapping" sound, "I should engrave this joke on your tombstone... No, maybe I can think of better ones later. "

Gnar smiled, suddenly sniffed his nose a few times, coughed, and said, "When I die, I will come down and tell you in person."

After finishing speaking, he dropped a few small silver balls on the surrounding ground, turned around, and left the cemetery without looking back.

Near the door, he felt a thick and cold rope wrapped around his ankle, lowered his head, and found that a thick snake was spitting out its letter under his feet.

"Nagini?" Nelson asked cautiously.

The giant snake didn't speak, but raised its head, opened its bloody mouth, and rushed towards Nelson's face. Just when he closed his eyes and was ready to die, and could already feel the stench of the venom, Nagini stopped, and she closed his eyes. Mouth protruding, Nobuko gently licked Nelson's face away a tear, hiding his sadness.

Nelson put his arms around Nagini's neck and asked, "Have you been here for three years?"

Nagini nodded.

"It doesn't take so long, I just left some protection there, you don't have to keep staring at it." Nelson picked at the scales on the back of Nagini's head, and found that his movements seemed to be pulling someone's hair, and he felt embarrassed Scratching his head, he asked, "I'm going to find Tom, do you want to go together?"

Nagini nodded vigorously.

"But he's at Hogwarts, and you're so big it's not easy to get in... Can you be smaller?" Nelson asked, "I can take you out in my pocket."

Nagini shook his head dejectedly.

"Well... I can make you smaller, but you have to bear it. I have tried it on people before. Although the effect is very good, the transformed person seems to be in pain." Nelson took it out of his pocket. A delicately shaped ball said, "Then you can get in, do you think it's okay?"

Nagini looked up and nodded slightly, and Nelson could even see the tension on her face.

"It's not now, don't be nervous, I can cast the Illusory God Charm on you now, and then go to take the train... When I get to Hogsmeade, I will shrink you again." Nelson asked, throwing the small ball in his hand , "You must really want to meet Tom, after all, he may be the only person in the world who can talk to you."

(End of this chapter)