My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 19 Hogsmeade
"I don't remember, Professor."

"Huh?" Dumbledore looked at Nelson with some confusion, "Is it so stressful to study?"

"No, Professor." Nelson raised his hand, rubbing his other hand on the writing. "One night two months ago, I went to Ravenclaw's owl room to send a letter—"

"Is it the night of your first-year freshman night tour?"

"Sorry, Professor." Nelson scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, you can continue." Dumbledore straightened up from the back of the sofa and listened solemnly to what happened on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Wait, you mean there's a picture of a little girl at the end of the hallway from the Slytherin lounge to help you light it?"

"Yes, Professor, there's always been a big picture frame there, and sometimes there's a little girl playing with fire."

"Well... you go on, Nelson."

"Later I found Professor Sykes..."

"Is Sikes in the office?" Dumbledore leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, his chin crossed with his hands, thoughtfully.

"Yeah, Professor, things got a little weird after that." Nelson started talking about how he'd been forgetting about his backpack ever since that day.

"Nelson, you should have a good history of magic, right?" Dumbledore asked suddenly after listening to his remarks.

"Alright, Professor, does it matter?"

"It's nothing, I don't think it's your own memory problem. There might be something in your bag. That night—" Dumbledore suddenly pondered.
"What happened that night?"

"It's nothing, if you find anything, be sure to tell me, I can't see anything right now." Dumbledore got up from the sofa and walked to the desk.

"Okay, Professor."

"Get some rest early, don't go for a night tour tonight." He signaled that Nelson should leave, and took out a bag of honey cookies from the drawer of his desk with a smile, "I have always dreamed of opening a shop in Hogsmeade. A dessert shop made of honey, take it and eat it on the road.”

"Good night, Professor." Nelson took the cookie, put the small package on the coffee table in his pocket, got up and left the office.

……

"Are you all right, Gnar?" Tom sat on the bed and cast spells on a piece of parchment. "Snake out!"

A black python that reflected phosphorescence emerged from his wand, spit out letters and swam on the slate floor of the bedroom. The cold and hard scales rubbed against the ground, making a tooth-straining "rustle" sound.

Nelson squatted in the corner and looked at his bag, the python's letter swept his ankle, and he kicked the snake's head aside.

"It's all right, Dumbledore told me to bring something with me when I go back to London."

"Oh, she's so beautiful..." Tom sat on the head of the bed, staring at the python he just released, "It's fine, I thought it happened that you copied the Transfiguration homework for them. Woolen cloth."

"No, Tom, I wrote them another copy of what I wrote for them."

"Tom, you're amazing! You can actually perform this magic!" Aaron Abbott turned over on the bed and was amazed when he saw the python on the ground.

"Thanks, Alan, call me Riddle." Tom thanked coldly.

"Sorry... Riddle... I mean..." Allen stuttered apologetically, and the other two roommates sat up when they heard the movement, and exclaimed loudly when they saw the snake on the floor kicked aside by Nelson stand up.

"You..." A discordant voice suddenly came, and Nelson, who had opened his backpack, turned his head and asked his roommate, "Has any of you touched my bag?"

Package is empty.

……

In the restaurant at noon on Thursday, Nelson and his party sat at a long table chatting after lunch.

"Alphard, what are you doing sitting here after eating?"

"Xiaoxiaoshi." Alphard gave his sister an embarrassed smile.

"If I find you—" Walburga stared suspiciously at the troubled brother.

"We'll have an event later, and we're going to have a holiday soon." Tom was on the sidelines for Alphard.

"Okay, Tom, you must take good care of him!" Walburga changed his face instantly. "Are you really not coming to our house for the holidays? Our house is also in London, and we can—"

"Okay, okay, we'll go when we have time." Nelson put down the corn juice in his hand and helped Tom perfunctory her. "Leave some privacy for the boys, Walburga." Alphard pushed his sister out Dining room, closed the door when returning to the long table.

"Let's go!" He stood in front of the long table majestic, his temperament changed.

"Just ahead." Alphard tiptoed down the corridor.

"It's daytime, and it's not against the school rules to walk in the hallway, why are you sneaking?" A dozen Slytherin first-year students followed behind him, Tom couldn't help frowning and asked, just a few The passing students' eyes that looked like a thief made him very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it." Alphard straightened his waist with a smile, but after a while he became sneaky again.

I walked along the corridor on the third floor and stopped in front of a statue of a one-eyed old witch.

"It's here." The crowd spread out, leaving room for Alphard to perform.

I saw him go to the sculpture and put his hand on the hunchback of the old witch and feel it.

"Can you not do this, it's a little disgusting." Tom looked at Alphard's movements, took a step back in disgust, and the people around him did the same.

"The mechanism behind this statue is a bit hard to find..." Alphard quibble.

"Then how did you find out in the first place?" Nelson couldn't help but wonder.

Alphard said something incomprehensible, and suddenly screamed in surprise.

"Open!" With a sound of "kakaka" similar to the transformation of the Cybertronian, the old witch's hunchback split a slit in the middle and slowly separated to both sides, revealing a dark secret passage.

At the end of the secret passage is a wooden board. Pushing aside the wooden board and climbing out of the secret passage, everyone came to the basement of a bar with a bleak business.

"Mr. Gentlemen, welcome to Hogsmeade!" Alphard stood beside him with a pretentious wizard salute.

No one paid any attention to him, Alphard had to be embarrassed in place, everyone slipped out of the back door of the bar one by one, the gallons in their robes slammed into each other, and they couldn't wait to rush to Hogmore. Germany feels it.

There is a heavy cloud over Hogsmeade today, and there are looming mists floating in the village, but this cannot resist the excitement of these little snakes who have come to Hogsmeade for the first time.

"We will meet at the entrance of this bar at four o'clock in the afternoon." Tom instructed while standing in the middle of the crowd. Although the crowd was restless, they all stood there obediently.

"Okay, we'll see you then." People scattered in groups in twos and threes.

"Nal, I want to buy some specialties for wizards, do you want to go?" Tom invited Nelson, who was staying in the same place.

"I want to go around first and see you at Two Broomsticks in an hour, okay?" Nelson did his homework.

"Okay." Tom shrugged, turned and walked down the commercial street.

Nelson wandered aimlessly in the alleys of Hogsmeade. The mist around him was getting thicker and thicker. The humidity in the air made Nelson a little uncomfortable. He pulled his wand from his pocket and held it in his hand.

"Waterproof and moisture proof." Nelson tapped on his sleeve, but the wetness still didn't ease. He remembered the scene of a thick fog when he first got the wand. This uncomfortable feeling made him want to find a After staying indoors for a while, he turned around and saw a shop with a lot of doors.

This is a store without a signboard. A two-storey block building is exposed to the true color of cement. The gray color will make the building look old and dirty, but through the open wooden door, you can see the bright and clean windows inside.

Nelson walked in, the store was full of lights, and the blinding light made him narrow his eyes.

After getting used to the light, he looked at the store—the store was surrounded by shelves wrapped around the walls, and there was an inconspicuous small door in the corner of the wall facing the door, and these shelves were empty. I entered a store that was still being renovated?" Nelson was about to exit.

"This guest, what do you want to buy?" A thick voice suddenly appeared behind Nelson. Nelson clenched his wand and turned to stare at him.This man has no hair, his face is too delicate, and he can't even tell the difference between male and female, but the voice seems to be a man, he is wearing a crisp white shirt and a brown-black plaid vest, and the oxford shoes under the black trousers are shining brightly.

His hands were behind his back and his face was gentle.Nelson held his wand and said nothing.

"Guests, don't get me wrong, I'm Daguerre, the boss here, and the signboard hasn't been installed yet." He took out his hand from behind and shrugged, showing a French expression, "I mainly sell magic gadgets here. ."

Nelson relaxed a little and put his hands back in the pockets of his robes, but still didn't let go of his wand.

"I'm Muggle-born and want to buy something to bring home to my family."

"For relatives who don't know how to magic?" Daguerre held his forehead with one hand and put the other hand under it, looking like he was thinking, "How about a magic iron? You can just pick it up without heating it. ironing."

He reached for an iron from the empty shelf by the door.

"A little magic." Looking at Nelson's surprised expression, the shopkeeper explained.

"Well, that's fine, but there's a laundry next to our house..."

"How about the camera? Magic Polaroid, you don't need to use potion to take moving pictures." He put the iron back on the shelf, and took out a camera full of scratches, "Because it's second-hand, And you can only take black and white photos, so how about two Galleons and a free butterbeer.”

"Smile!" He suddenly picked up the camera and pressed the shutter at Nelson, "Look, so handsome!" He shoved a photo into Nelson's hand.

"He's really handsome..." Nelson looked at himself in the photo and boasted.

"If you don't hurry up and buy it, there can't be a more cost-effective camera." The owner raced the camera over again.

"Okay..." Nelson took the camera in a daze, and walked out of the store with a butter beer in a daze.

"Good sales." Turning to look at the boss who was waving at the door, he couldn't help but admire him. He picked up the camera and looked at it carefully. There seemed to be an inscription at the bottom of the camera. : "Louis Jacques Mende Younger".

(End of this chapter)