My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 25 Christian Jewell
"Merry Christmas," Mrs Cole greeted anxiously, standing in front of the office door. "Come in and sit."

"Nelson, Tom." After sitting down, she looked at the two of them and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect something like that to happen last night..."

"You don't have to apologize, ma'am." Nelson looked at Mrs Cole sincerely across the desk. "It doesn't matter, we didn't take everyone's thoughts into consideration. It's us who should have come to apologize to you earlier."

Mrs. Cole didn't say anything, just looked Nelson in the eyes, she saw the sunlight coming in from the narrow window hitting his face, and her smile became even warmer.She was in a trance for a moment, and saw that Nelson's face-lighted hair was golden like sunshine, and the side of the backlight was silver that shimmered in the shadows, as if this was his original hair color.

"Christian is not easy, even in a place like the orphanage, she is a poor girl..." She blinked her dry eyes, and Nelson sat up straight in front of her, and her whole body entered the sunlight, becoming a With a golden whole, she defended palely, "Actually, she is a kind and good child."

"I don't think people who have seen her think so." Tom said quietly, leaning on the backrest, hiding in the shadow of the sun, unable to see the expression on his face, "Kindness Your child can't steal, that's what you taught us, didn't you?"

"I'm going to ask her to return the stolen things and apologize to you. I'm just... She's just a child..." She leaned back and closed her eyes, burying her head in the back of the chair, feeling that the weather was a little cold. He wrapped his coat tightly and said no more.

"Mrs Cole, we are here to help her." Nelson said sincerely, "Our Professor Dumbledore, you have seen him, he has a lot of research on the psychology of teenagers, and we all hope that the children of the West City Orphanage will be healthy. growing up……"

"Okay," Mrs. Cole seemed to feel a little warmer, not knowing whether it was out of trust in Dumbledore or Nelson, she forced a smile and stood up, "That child is a little sensitive, I'll show you go find her."

"no need."

The scene was exactly the same as when Dumbledore came to find Tom. After the door of the office opened, a figure in a newsboy hat stood outside the door. Fearlessly raised his head and looked at Nelson, who was standing at the front, like a wounded little beast guarding his last territory.

Nelson also lowered his head and looked at Christian. He wanted to put on a smiling and friendly expression like when Dumbledore came to him, but he couldn't. He could only stare at her calmly and openly. , looked at her face carefully.Christian seemed to have just come out of a chimney or a boiler room or something, with soot rubbing against her wrinkled nose and cheeks, and her face was cracked from the wind and frost, showing from under the black stains. An imperceptible child's ruddy, although her jet-black hair was clean and bright, it was messed up by the tattered newsboy cap, and looked a little disheveled-a child of this age was naturally active, and it was all her mother's follow-up. Grooming behind the ass, and sadly every kid here has lost their mother.

Nelson saw a series of complex emotions such as doubt, fear, strength, stubbornness, and disdain in her jet-black eyes, which made this indifferent girl look more vivid, and this malnourished pale face was very much like earlier. Tom at that time, he had also looked at Nelson coldly with such suspicious and stubborn eyes.

"Oh, Christian..." After an unknown amount of time, maybe a few minutes, or maybe only a second, Mrs. Cole took out a handkerchief and touched Christian's face.

She seemed to resist such contact, ducking her head, leaving Mrs. Cole's hand frozen in place.

"I'll pay you back!" She took the lead in avoiding the eyes that met Nelson's, threw a purse into his arms, turned and ran across the corridor to the stairwell.

"It's okay, we'll help her." Tom shook Mrs. Cole's frozen hand and went out to catch up with Nelson, who ran upstairs after Christian. "Trust Nal."

As Tom ran upstairs, he saw the two facing off in the doorway of Nelson's former room.

"Come and settle the account with me?" Christian glanced at Tom, who was standing next to him, and blocked the door with his arms crossed, neither going out nor letting the two of them in.

Tom looked at her figure and stood beside Nelson without speaking.

"I said, I'll pay you back the money." She tried her best to put on a condescending attitude, but she looked a little ridiculous and pitiful because she was not tall enough, "You two big men are stuck here, don't you think Shame?"

"My name is Nelson, Nelson Williams." Nelson held out his right hand.

"Williams, yes, you are a big man in the West City..." Christian was a little excited, "Yes, I stole your things. I admit it, I will return the money to you, you Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'm here to help you, Christian." Nelson didn't withdraw his hand, but tried his best to show his affinity, "You can't go on like this."

"I can't go any further? I think I'm fine! You can stand proudly on the dry bank and watch us drowning in the water." She didn't shake hands, but whispered word by word. An unpleasant roar squeezed out of his throat: "Why are you! You have to! Mind my own business!"

"Christian..." Nelson remembered the "Times" his uncle read at breakfast. The front page news was "Police Catch Child Trafficking Gang on the Run for [-] Years", reminding Mrs. Cole that the police station sent several children , he seemed to have guessed the girl's origin.Even in the modern society as we know it, such abhorrent criminal acts are repeatedly prohibited.A random purse from the road and a few pounds and pennies didn't matter to the wizard, but the look in the girl's eyes was more pitiful.

"Don't look at me with such disgusting eyes, like those disgusting priests in the church! I'm a thief!" She was a little hysterical, unable to control her emotions, she slapped Nelson's hand open, no He then shouted at him in a suppressed voice: "Your eyes are as disgusting as looking at a prostitute in a red light district!"

The electric light above her head, which was not powered by money, swayed slightly, and the shadow on the ground suddenly became bigger and smaller. Tom felt the difference between her and the other children in the orphanage from the words of this girl. She seemed to understand a lot. She really lived in the twilight. In the sunless ditch of the British Empire's splendid whitewashed splendor, or lived there.

"Why do you help me? Why do you look at me like that? How can you sit by the stove in clean clothes and read? Why can you help me when you say you can help me?" She cried mournfully and silently, her tears poured down like a river that burst its banks, and instantly covered her entire face. I don't know how long these tears lasted - maybe one morning, maybe years.

The children in the surrounding rooms heard the shouts in the corridor, and carefully pushed open the door to probe their brains. When they saw the scene in front of them, they immediately shrank their heads back in fright.

"Why do you? Do you think I don't want to be like you? Do you think I want to be a thief? How can you people born with golden spoons understand me like a bug in the sewer? You can imagine a seven-year-old Would a girl be sold as a prostitute if she didn’t steal three purses a day? Can you imagine a person who is not only a thief, but also a freak?” She raised her arm and let out an unimaginably strong explosion. The chirping echoed in the hallway, the ash from the overhead lights fell, and the air in the hallway became unbearable, "Williams, you have family, so they envy you, Riddle, they're afraid of you! But what do i have It's clean, you know what?"

Christian was crying and laughing, unable to control her excitement. The wall covering of the corridor beside her was distorted by some kind of enormous pressure, cracking and peeling off layer by layer.

"Go away! Go away! Don't come near me any more!" Christian's eyes widened, her voice suddenly muffled, and she shouted sharply and weakly, "Run, I can't control it anymore. …”

Nelson pulled out his wand and was about to stun the girl in front of him when Tom, who had been silent for a while, suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of him.

"Not silent, just emotional." Tom walked to Christian calmly, looked down at her, and said without a hint of tone, "I stole something."

Christian glanced at him, lowered his head with red eyes, and took a step back, the pressure in the hallway lessened, and Nelson put his wand back in his pocket and stepped back, leaving room for the two of them.

"You're not a freak either."

Tom shook his arm, the yew wand was neatly held in his hand, and he took another step forward, and Christian took another step back.

"We didn't come to you for some ragged purse, you and I are the same kind of people." Tom raised his wand and skillfully drew a circular arc in the air, and in his left hand appeared a crown that was the same as the top of the girl's head, but New newsboy cap, he took another step, "You have the talent for magic, Christian Jewell, you are a wizard."

Christian didn't back down, she raised her crying face and looked up at Tom, with more hope and more fear in her eyes, Tom tapped her on the head with his wand, and the shabby newsboy turned into a cloud of black smoke, Quickly rising and dissipating, he put his brand new hat on the girl's head, straightened it with a frown, walked sideways past her into the room, and skillfully pulled out a chair from under the table.

Christian turned his head to look at Tom, who seemed to have entered his own house. The strangeness in the corridor had completely subsided, and the poor skins did not have to worry about leaving their home.

"Aren't we invited to come in and talk?" Tom kept his frowning expression before he spoke.

(End of this chapter)