My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 21 Simple Family Dinner
On the afternoon before Christmas, London finally ushered in the long-lost sun, and the dilapidated French neighborhood in the outer suburbs also revealed a thriving energy. The capitalists were busy enjoying the days of family reunion. The smoke chimneys also stopped, and the air was a lot fresher.The window of Nelson's room was wide open, and the off-white curtains fluttered outside the window with the breeze. Nelson knelt down in his closet and went to put his summer clothes inside. In such a good weather, even the closet had a lazy warmth. Yangyang taste.

"Nar, this looks expensive."

Tom sat on Nelson's bed, holding a small open box with a note on Tom's name, and playing with a black gem in his hand. It is close to the eyes and facing the sun. Under the sunlight, the black gemstone shows a vermilion translucent light. If you look closely, it seems that there is still a rose-red liquid flowing slowly in the gemstone, paving the room under the refraction of the sun. A psychedelic layer of color.

"It's a hazel, a kind of amber." Jonas' voice came from the door of the room. He was leaning against Nelson's door. The sunlight hit his face from the window, and his well-defined features became deeper. This German man with long gray hair and a thick mustache looks like a black and white photo in such a strong light and shadow picture, "Amber is a special product of Poland, although this kind is relatively expensive, but in this age, it is not very valuable. , it's just weird."

"Tom, this is your birthday present." Jonas grinned. "You can make it a ring or something, I think it's a color that suits you."

"Thanks...Thanks Uncle Jonas." Tom's cheeks turned red, and he didn't know if it was from the sun or himself.

"Let's go, lads, go downstairs for dinner." Jonas walked into the room, rubbed Nelson's head, who was sitting on the ground, and messed up his smooth pale blond half-length hair, "Well, It looks more comfortable."

Nelson turned his head to look at the mirror in the closet, and his hair now resembled that of David Bowie's Visitor from Mars - a blond teenager with tousled hair that was covered in a reddish orange by the sun, and hung around his neck. A small amber of the same color contrasted with each other, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.He stood up on the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his butt, and walked downstairs with Tom shoulder to shoulder.

"After applying for a permanent residence in London with the newspaper, I will meet the conditions for adopting you," Jonas sat at the dining table and poured mushroom soup into a small bowl. The creamy white soup was steaming. Put a full small bowl in front of Bella, and picked up the second bowl, "Seriously, I think some policies should be relaxed in special times. When I went to the market to buy vegetables today, the streets were full of thieves. They're all half-sized boys like you."

"Yonas!" Bella glared at Jonas with a complaining face.

"Adopt us?" Tom said dryly as if he had no emotion, taking the soup Jonas had brought him, but Nelson saw behind his pale face, his ears were red to his neck, and it might be a while later. The back will turn red.

"Yeah, you've had this plan since you were kids, just kept getting stuck by town hall idiots with their idiot forms... oh sorry Bella." Jonas brought another bowl of soup to Nelson , withdrew the hand that Bella had just tapped with a spoon, "They are already big children. When I was as old as them, I knew that William II was an old man who couldn't do anything."

"Puchi-" Nelson couldn't help laughing when he saw that the back of Tom's neck had turned red, and buried his face in the bowl.

"But if you want to study literature, or philosophy, or be a journalist, I can help you with your homework," Jonas poured himself the soup, stirring it in a bowl with a spoon, shrugging at Nelson and Tom. Shrugged, "But now that you have become magicians, I can only read some fantasy novels and imagine it for you."

"Many myths and legends are adapted from the history of wizards." Nelson wiped his face with a tissue and explained, "For example, the British legend of Merlin, the real person, is a real person, a member of the Wizarding Council Wizengamot. The medal is named after him."

"Oh? Really." Jonas raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I've been running around all these years, but I've heard a lot of magical legends. Those stories may be true. This is really amazing!" He After thinking for a while, "No, after hearing that you were admitted to the magic school, I should have reacted earlier, but this magic school sounds like the education level is not bad, I always thought that wizards did not pay attention to humanistic education when they had magic. ."

"Gnar is outstanding in the history of magic, and even Professor Dumbledore praised him for his knowledge and knowledge." Tom said proudly from the side, as if he was the one who learned the history of magic well.

"The needle doesn't poke." Jonas raised his head and rubbed Nelson's stubborn hair again, "Well, it looks much more pleasing to the eye!"

"But it's true that you don't pay attention to humanistic education." Nelson got up and followed Bella back to the kitchen to bring the empty deep plate of soup to the kitchen, and then helped her to bring the last two dishes, "We only have two sessions a week on the history of magic. Class, Professor Binns is still an old ghost... if ghosts can be said to be old."

"Most people in class are sleeping," he put a bowl of stewed vegetables and steak on the table, "other than that, there are no subjects like language or society, not even arithmetic and geography. ."

He and Bella took their seats, and the four of them put the dishes and bread on their plates. "I heard that there will be ancient runes and arithmetic divination in the senior years, but I feel that they may still be pure magic courses."

"I wish everyone a good appetite." Bella raised her knife and fork, and the small family dinner officially began.

"Divination? Can you use tarot cards?" Bella asked curiously while cutting a steak. Women always seemed to be more interested in things like divination and testing.

"Anyway, our first-year fortune-telling class is about talking nonsense to a cup of tea dregs or a glass ball on a moldy pillow, predicting the state of death for the next week." Nelson chewed a broccoli and mumbled indistinctly. on.

"Some prophecies are still very accurate, especially for some spiritual people in this area." Tom defended the divination class, although his level of divination was ordinary, but he believed in these things.

"There have been some masters of prophecy in history who have predicted the direction of some major events, but I think we use them as a reference at most, rather than superstitious these things. For wizards, what can really be trusted is not fate, but a magic wand." Nelson He swallowed a piece of bread, "But if I can meet a prophetic master, I'm still willing to do the math."

"You are right to think so," said Jonas eloquently, "there is one in my home town of Trier..."

"Alright, alright, eat your meal." Bella tapped the back of Jonas's hand with the spoon again.

"Okay, well, these are really not suitable for them to tell them, but—" Jonas turned the conversation, stretched his arms sideways and pulled out a book made of cowhide from under the sofa cushion, "This is my interview in Poland. When I was there, I bought it from a well-known local witch."

"Witch? Isn't it a witch?" Nelson took the book curiously, spread it on the table and flipped through it. It was filled with patterns that seemed so mysterious and so mysterious that it made people feel like they were making a fool of themselves. Tom stretched his head over and glanced again. shrink back.

"You're probably deceived." Tom looked a little angry, "Wizards have secrecy laws and will try to hide their existence. People who say they are wizards are usually charlatans. Besides, she also calls herself a witch. , not a witch."

Nelson flipped through the booklet quickly, and he saw that it seemed to describe a complete set of magic techniques. Although he couldn't understand what the technology was, the general reading made him feel that the contents of this booklet at least echoed from the beginning to the end. And it is self-consistent. If it is written by a liar, it is too detailed.

"I think this may really be a magic notebook, but it seems to be quite different from the magic of Hogwarts." Nelson frowned, realizing that things didn't seem so simple, "Can you give me this book? "

"I just thought it was fun, and I heard that there was a man with magic, so I bought it for a little money." Jonas leaned his fork on the dinner plate, leaned back, and swayed his two stool legs up. , began to recall his trip to Poland.

"I met that witch in Krakow, her name is Rorian Conallo, she doesn't look much older than you, a girl with blond hair and brown eyes..."

"Why do you see so clearly?" Bella tapped on the back of Jonas's hand again.

"Occupational disease, occupational disease, I'm a reporter after all..." He retracted his hands in pain, sat up straight, and dropped the legs of the chair back to the ground, "Her accent is very strange, with a puppy... Haha, she actually said that It's a train."

"Hahaha!" Tom seemed to be hit with a smile.

"This witch is most famous for her potion. I heard that her potion is very popular in the local area. It is said that the local church also went to her. I remember that in the Middle Ages, the church did not particularly like to put ignorant girls on fire. Bake it, and it turns out that there is a real witch here, but they were persuaded..."

"They are always bullying the soft and afraid of the hard." Nelson echoed after cleaning up the remaining vegetable leaves on the plate.

"She said she fell from the sky and was looking for someone with magic to find her way home."

(End of this chapter)