My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 23 The Liar's Daughter

"Come on two, let's have dinner with the children." Mrs. Cole stood up from behind the desk and glanced at the camera hanging on Nelson's chest, "Did you bring this to take a group photo with everyone? "

"Yes, Mrs Cole." Nelson took the first step and opened the door for her, while Tom waited at the door with a "please go first" gesture.

"Is there any taboo? The flash of this camera is not dazzling, in fact, it will not affect the field of vision when the eyes are open." Nelson repeated the lines of the boss when he was promoting the product.

"It's nothing..." When passing by Nelson, Mrs. Cole turned her head and gave him a deep look. These two children, who were babbling when they first arrived, have now grown into teenagers as tall as her. "I mean, this is probably the only photo some of them have ever taken in their lives, wish you were better."

Nelson twisted a knob on the camera, recalling the instructions Younger gave in the store, that, according to him, allowed the tablet to be adjusted back and forth between moving and still.

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"This magic camera uses advanced alchemy, and the pictures it takes often have magic power that ordinary cameras don't have." Younger demonstrated the simple buttons on the camera for him, "This is the shutter, this is... uh, Anyway, this button doesn't matter, this knob can determine the shape of the photo - motion or stillness, and these knobs are used to adjust the aperture, you may not be able to do this, I will lock it for you, you just need to stand Shooting here... er..." He took a few steps forward, standing two or three steps away from the opposite shelf, "It's enough to shoot such a distant scene."

"The moving photo is the result of the magic potion, but isn't the immobile photo an ordinary photo?" Nelson turned the knob to the "quiet" side, pressed the shutter and took a photo of Youngor, a burst of white light and white light. After the smoke, the top of the camera spits out an ordinary photo.

"It's just an ordinary photo." He frowned and looked suspiciously at the embarrassed shopkeeper. If it weren't for the fact that the Polaroid was decades ahead of its time and the price was so cheap, he might have turned around and left. .

"I'm just a seller, not a manufacturer. Production, circulation, and consumption are different links that are difficult to intersect with each other, you know," the shop owner began to mess around, "but it has magic power, I promise, I will open a shop It's definitely not about making money."

Nelson rolled his eyes, picked up the camera and prepared to pack up and leave. He didn't open the store to make money. He heard this too much, just like Professor Sykes had obviously used the Flying Curse to attract Alphard's empty parchment, He would still say stubbornly, "I wrote it, but I didn't bring it!"; it was like going for a walk to the fruit store in the evening to buy oranges and asking the owner whether it was sweet or not. The owner peeled one and stuffed it into his mouth. When he got up, he still gave a thumbs up, and shouted while drooling, "Sweet! It's so sweet!" At this time, customers are often willing to pay, because it doesn't matter whether the oranges are sweet or not, and the shopkeeper's chest is like a broken boulder. A stunning performance was the key to winning the deal.

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"Don't worry, I will take care of it."

Mrs. Cole said nothing, gave him another deep look, turned to lead the way, walked through the corridor, and pushed open a wooden door with a rusty and creaking hinge, behind which it was vaguely inaudible. The noise was suddenly released, causing Nelson's head to "boom". As Mrs. Cole stepped in, the hall instantly fell silent.

It is said to be a hall, but it is actually just a slightly larger room next to the staircase on the second floor. There are more than a dozen tables of different appearances in the hall. Some are tall round tables, some are short square tables, and some are swaying wooden tables. Yoyo, some iron tables are peeling off, and the surrounding walls are covered with wallpaper with golden olive branches on a white background - this is a relatively expensive decoration decades ago, but in this winter of 1938, only black and green mold The spots slowly ooze out from under the wallpaper.

Around the tables, tall and short, there were children of all sizes, boys and girls, fat and thin, children of all colors, disabled and healthy. Sitting there, to be honest, such a scene can only be seen in an orphanage decades later.

Tom twitched his nose with an imperceptible movement, and quickly returned to normal. Nelson was also ashamed. Although he spent Christmas and other holidays at his aunt's house, he lived here on weekdays and often He ate at the restaurant, but he just came back after more than four months, and he couldn't stand the musty smell in the air.

The children sitting around the table turned to look at Mrs. Cole with anticipation, and then noticed the two people beside her, looking at them with different expressions.

"Come on, look this way!" Mrs Cole shouted, waving her hand, and she turned to ask, "Nelson, do you need me to call the paramedics in to take pictures?"

"No need, you and Tom go for a pat, and I'll just sign my name behind my back."

"I don't like taking pictures." Tom took the sack full of chocolates from Nelson.

Mrs. Cole heard the words, shook her head with a wry smile, and stood at the back of those tables.

"Look at the camera, come, smile!" Nelson pressed the shutter.

Mrs. Cole patted the two of them on the shoulders and turned to arrange dinner today. They found a few people they knew before and walked to their table.

After being seated, Tom fiddled with the cloth bag Nelson had brought, his face sank.Although he is not sophisticated, he also noticed that the people who used to eat at the same dining table moved their stools to make room so stiff and raw. Although they had only been away from the orphanage for a few months, they seemed to have become two people of the world.No, they have indeed become two worlds.

"Nelson Williams, I know you." A newsboy hat sitting opposite Nelson slowly lifted up, and Nelson recognized it. This was the little thief who stole his wallet in the alley, and he blew softly. Whistle, a little bee struggled to crawl out from the pocket of the little thief.

"Ah, hello..." Nelson was a little confused, how dare he take the initiative to say hello to himself.

"I moved into your room later, and my name is Christian Jewell—" Christian, is it a girl?Nelson then looked at her carefully. Under the newsboy cap was dirty black curly hair, a pale face with thick dark circles under his eyes, and a thumb-length scar on the lower eyelid of his left eye running through his cheek. Although she looked arrogant, But when looking at people, he didn't look into their eyes, he just turned his face to the left and squinted at the forehead of the person opposite.

"Okay," Tom interrupted Christian. He threw the cloth bag on the table, got up with a great movement, and turned over the chair behind him. "We don't want to eat at the same table with the thief."

"Sorry." After Nelson apologized in a low voice to the people at the same table, he also got up and went after Tom. Almost everyone around was indifferent and watched the farce.

"Why are you coming back?" Christian stood up and shouted at Nelson. "You think you're doing well? Come and show us off?"

"Why should I listen to a thief, that sounds disgusting." Tom came back at some point and stood behind Nelson.

"Do you think I'm trying to steal something?" Christian lowered his head, and when he looked up again, she seemed hysterical, Nelson noticed a crack in the teacup beside her, and the surrounding air began to surge, he stretched out his hand Standing in front of Tom, turned around and shook his head at him. When he got home, he wrote to Dumbledore explaining the situation of the discovery of the little wizard. This kind of thing is still left to professionals.

"You can't stimulate her anymore. Young wizards with no magical education, especially Muggle-born wizards, can easily become silent due to mental stimulation." He whispered to Tom, who nodded and stopped talking.

"Stealing is bad." Nelson stepped forward and looked Christian in the eye.

"I know stealing is bad, but I'm a liar's daughter, and I'm born to steal, right?" Her tone softened, but her words became more intense.

A blond girl next to her tugged at her sleeve, as if trying to stop her, and Nelson remembered the girl, Martha, who lived next door to him.

"You know, here, people like you are freaks."

Christian ignored Martha's dissuasion. She lowered her head and said such a sentence in an unwavering voice.

"You're sleepy, I'll come find you tomorrow, and we'll talk tomorrow." Nelson suddenly said something strange to her, but she really sat down and lay on the table.

"Come on, I'll have to write a note to the Ministry of Magic later." He turned to catch up with Tom, who was approaching the door, and whispered.

"Nelson!"

Nelson and Tom are walking through the iron gate, looking at the camera in their hands, trembling, and making the "click" sound of the gears twisting continuously, it seems that this large group photo of people will consume more paper and more ink generally.

Hearing his name, Nelson turned and raised his eyebrows in surprise towards the dark courtyard. He looked at the small building, there was no one by the window, he thought it was someone's prank, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw the small courtyard. In the thick darkness, a figure in a gray dress, panting.

Masha chased after them. This little girl who was originally as thin as bean sprouts and who was obedient to anything she did shouted behind them, and soon she was panting on her knees because she was not physically strong enough.

"Nelson, you saved me, right?" She straightened up and looked Nelson in the eyes. Although her face and hair looked thin and yellow due to malnutrition, it made her eyes extraordinarily special. Big, this is a pair of black eyes that are more transparent than the midnight sky, as if to reflect everything in front of him.

She took another two steps forward, still looking straight at Nelson, but Nelson was a little too afraid to look her in the eye, he avoided his gaze and even took two steps back.

"They say you're a freak," Martha pressed hard, "but I know you're a good guy!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Nelson muttered, walking through the iron gate and fleeing the orphanage.

After walking a distance, he turned to look in the direction of the orphanage. A slender girl stood in the weak light under the door and window. She seemed to be shouting something, but the words were torn in the wind before they flew here. in.

(End of this chapter)