My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 24 Christmas Presents
"Cuckoo..."

The faint sunlight hit Nelson's face through the clouds, the morning mist and the curtains, and he struggled to sit up, the quilt sliding from his belly to the ground with his movements.He looked up at the window sill, the window was opened a crack, the heavy curtains swayed occasionally, the sunlight in the fog was never so direct, and people couldn't tell the morning and the night. From the position of the sun, he reluctantly judged that the Should be in the morning.

Nelson reached out and touched the water glass on the bedside table. The cold touch made him remove it from his lips for the first time. Thanks to it, he finally woke up from the stupefied state and poured the cold water in the glass onto the windowsill. In the flowerpot above, Nelson held the cup and felt the gradually satisfying, warm and even hot touch from the wall of the cup in his palm. He picked up the cup again, took a sip of hot water, and completely woke up.He suddenly felt a heavy head and a burning pain on his face, so he turned his head to look at the mirror on the closet door, and there were a few small red paw prints on his left cheek.

Nelson made a quick shot and grabbed Tom's unhappy spotted owl from overhead.

Holding the grumpy little owl aloft, enduring its frantic pecking at the forearm, Nelson took a roll of parchment from its ankle.

……

Nelson:
Judging by your two letters in a row, the event is urgent enough that wizards who can learn to use magic before education are rare in such a long history, let alone use it to get things out of a wizard's pocket, All of them were brilliant people...or people who died young because of a magical insurrection.

In fact, you don't have to worry too much, the occasional restlessness of magic power is something that every little wizard will encounter, and it is too common to shatter a cup... After all, special experiences may make some children's minds too delicate and sensitive.

Nelson, although it is a little out of place to ask you to do things on the holiday, please go to her as soon as possible, explain the situation to her, and I will come to bring you something at breakfast, which is specially made by me ■■■■■■■( smeared out), can effectively curb the potential to become silent, you give it to the girl.Although this is against the rules, life is bigger than these boring programs.

By the way, I kind of regret buying this owl for Tom, it's a little grumpy.

Your loyalty
Albus Dumbledore

……

Nelson tried to identify what Dumbledore had painted out, but he had no choice but to give up.He folded the quilt, opened the window, hugged the spotted-headed owl and threw it out, stuffed the parchment into the pocket of his pajamas, put on his clothes, and slipped on his slippers to go downstairs to wash.

As soon as he got out of bed, he tripped over something. Nelson looked down and saw that it was a huge red and white striped wool sock over a meter long. He bent over and picked it up and tucked it at his waist. There seemed to be a stick or something in it. , he smiled, only Jonas would do such a thing.

"Nal, your hair really looks like a bird's nest right now." Tom quipped vaguely as he brushed his teeth in front of the mirror when he saw Nelson standing in the bathroom door.

"Because it did make a bird's nest just now." Nelson was about to say hello, but suddenly yawned again, resulting in a strange sound.He took out his toothbrush from the cabinet and squeezed toothpaste on it, "Merry Christmas."

After washing up, the two walked down the stairs to the living room.

"The automatic refilling pen is very useful," Jonas on the sofa raised his head from the newspaper and showed his white teeth at the two of them, "Do you like Christmas gifts?"

Tom pulled out a slender silver chain from his neckline, inlaid with some slender green gemstones, and engraved rune letters all over the chain, which seemed to be some words of blessing. On his neck, and at the bottom, there is a black stone set in a silver ring, which is Tom's shade. In the light of the living room, the black stone resembles Tom's eyes, and gleams in the backlight of the fireplace. Hui.

"It's a good match for you, Tom." Jonas praised sincerely.

"Thank you." Tom shyly tucked the necklace back.

"Nar? Did you like your present?"

Nelson grabbed the oversized sock in his hand and shook the stick inside out - a cane dropped onto the sofa.

Nelson's mood at the moment is very complicated. It is difficult to say that this cane is not beautiful, but in fact it is very luxurious.

It is about one meter in length, and the black handle is slender and straight, almost non-reflective, and you can't tell what kind of wood it is, but after holding it, you can feel a cool and delicate touch. It is solid in weight and uniform in texture. They all want to have a good stick to pick up and wave for themselves.The tip of the stick is wrapped with a thick layer of frosted brass, and the top of the stick is surrounded by a circle of golden metal strips, which are finely engraved with the content of the Tower of Babel in the Book of Genesis. Looking up, The head of the staff wraps its orange-yellow amber in a crown-like structure.

Nelson believed that if he took it to the streets of London, he would be the brightest star in the night sky.

"As a literary and artistic worker," Jonas cleared his throat and shook his head slightly smugly, "I know English culture very well."

"What do you know?" Bella came out of the kitchen in her apron, carrying a basket of bread, biscuits, and hot milk, and a few bottles of jam in the frame, and she picked up her cane, waving and swish - this The action touched the hearts of the other three in the room, and they couldn't wait to take their place, picking up the cane and waving it.

"It's not just Gnar, I ordered one for Tom and I, and I know every gentleman in London needs a cane, not only for them to get around, but for—" Jonas continued smugly. The words were quickly broken by Bella with a stick.

"Every gentleman in London needs a walking stick?" Bella poked Jonas angrily. "Do you know when this was popular? Back in my grandfather's day, who else but old men carry this stuff? Son? Do you want them to go to school and be laughed at?"

"Actually, Aunt Bella," Tom began, "things like canes are quite popular in the wizarding world."

Bella looked suspiciously at Tom, then at Nelson.

"Yes," Nelson agreed.The wizarding world seems to have a slower aesthetic than the Muggle world, there seems to be unimaginable network delays in the spread of fashion elements, and men in medieval stockings and velvet shorts can sometimes be seen in the shops of Diagon Alley.In such a place, if you can walk out with a gorgeous walking stick, it will truly become the brightest star in the night sky...

"It's because of my foresight—" Jonas felt better, and asked for credit again, and was smashed by Bella with a stick.

Christmas breakfast started in such a lively laughter.

"Nal, why are you looking around?" Jonas looked at Nelson, who kept turning his head and seemed to be restless, with some confusion. "Can't find anything?"

"I'm waiting for Dumbledore." Nelson's eyes moved back and forth between the fireplace and the door. "He said he wanted to deliver something."

"Is he coming to London for Christmas?" Tom played with his cane, swishly waving it, and looked at the fireplace while chewing a slice of bread. "How come? Floo powder?"

"That's what I'm curious about," Nelson looked up at his watch. "He has something to do these days. I guess it might be a messenger, or a clone...or just get out of the telegram."

"Huh?" Bella stood up. "Is Dumbledore coming? I'll make a pot of tea."

"No need, thank you." Dumbledore's voice came from behind Nelson, he turned around, and saw a huge silver-white bird waving its wings and leaping in from the window.

"Professor Dumbledore." Nelson and Tom stood up, the big bird in front of them had already folded its wings, and stood on the back of an empty chair by the table, combing its feathers with their heads lowered.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Nicklaus, Mrs. Nicklaus." Dumbledore nodded to Jonas and Bella.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Dumbledore." Jonas stood up and wanted to reach out for a handshake, but as if thinking of a bird in front of him, he quickly retracted his hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't know who Gnar and Tom's teacher was. A... uh..."

"Phoenix." The silver-white big bird spoke slowly, with glowing feathers falling from its body, rising up again, and dissipating into the air as a ray of white light, "To be honest, I'm actually a person."

One person and one bird suddenly laughed in the confused eyes of others, as if they had just said some funny joke.

"This is the Patronus Charm, an advanced use of emotional magic." Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus spoke slowly, "If you are interested, I can teach you when you are in third grade."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Okay, time is limited, Nelson." Phoenix turned to look at him, spit out a nut from his slender beak, "Bring this to that child."

"Okay, I'll go in the morning." Nelson nodded, picked up the nuts and put them in his pockets carefully.

"Thank you for your hard work." Phoenix turned to look at Jonas and Bella again, "I'm sorry to borrow your precious nephew to help me at Christmas, but this involves a poor girl..."

"I don't have time. When I have time, I will definitely come to visit in person." Phoenix fluttered from the back of the chair and hovered in the air of the restaurant, "Mr. Nicklaus, I think we should be able to chat."

"Okay, Mr. Dumbledore." Jonas reached out and shook the Phoenix's outstretched paw.

Dumbledore's Patronus radiated a brighter light. He turned his head to look in the direction of Tom and Nelson. He didn't know what he was looking at. Pieces went out.

"Let's eat, boys!" Jonas handed them a plate of sausages. "Let's go on the road when you're full, and there's a poor girl waiting for you to rescue."

(End of this chapter)