My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 27 Spotted Owl: I don't even have a name...

The hard, thorn-covered shell of Christian was completely ripped apart, and she told her story with tears in her eyes, as if for ten years she could only relax in front of these two people who had only seen each other for a few days. Down, like a quail that escaped from the vulture's nest with great difficulty, it waded through mountains and rivers, dragged its fluffy wet fur to the arms of two big birds, and cried to them about the winds they encountered during their journey. Blowing rain hits and insects and snakes attack.

"You don't have to pity me." Christian looked directly at Nelson with a stubborn little face, "Everyone always has to suffer, I just experienced it earlier, and there are many people who are more unlucky than me. "

"You always say something that suits my heart." Tom rode his chair around on the ground, turned Christian, and said approvingly to her.

"Ah—" Christian's pale skin became bloody, and she really looked more and more like Tom. She lowered her head, as if she didn't know what to say, so she could only continue to tell the story, "I At first I thought I was a freak, then I thought I should have supernatural abilities, I heard that Germany is recruiting such people? Are they looking for wizards? Want to form a wizard army?"

"Maybe trying to trick some wizards into doing an autopsy experiment or something," Nelson interjected, leaning against the windowsill. "Even if it's real, it could be a vampire, a werewolf, a giant, or some other magical creature."

"What? Is there such a thing as vampires? I thought they were just monsters in the book?" Christian said in shock, and was a little scared. After all, vampires are used to scare children who don't sleep well for a long time. I don't know. This was the first time she showed such an expression today.

"Hahaha," Nelson and Tom looked at each other and said with a smile, "you're a witch, Christian, the witch in the book who rides a broom to boil potions, even the witches run out of the book, they naturally Will too."

"And those monsters are nothing to worry about." Tom added with disdain. "They can't even talk, let alone cast magic."

"Yeah!" Christian nodded reassuringly and continued, "I've always been worried that my specialties will be discovered by others... You know, those traffickers are not good people."

"To be honest, we're here for this very thing. I saw you using magic in the alley before, and you were very emotional last night." Nelson took a nut from his pocket and said sternly, "Some little wizards if If you are in a repressed environment for a long time, they may deliberately suppress it because they are afraid of their own magic power. If this situation lasts for a long time, you may be eroded by it and become a silent person - a kind of magic violence, A magical monster full of destruction."

"But don't worry, we can basically tell you are safe." Seeing the horror on Christian's face, she widened her eyes, and it seemed that this was the most difficult news for her tonight, Nelson added. , "You can control your own magic, what happened in the corridor before has confirmed all this, and the silent ones are uncontrollable."

The fear in her eyes faded a little, but the anxiety still lingered.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is an expert in this field. He will come to see you when he has time." Nelson said with relief, "At least you haven't turned into a black fog floating in the sky now... "

Nelson seemed a little less reassuring, and he sensed that Christian was getting more and more anxious.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Tom began impatiently. "If you were the mute, and Nelson threw that nut on your head, you wouldn't be talking so much here."

His rude words seemed to be more trusted by Christian, and her anxiety eased a lot.

"Besides, you have also been rescued. There will be no hooligans or rogues around here. There is nothing to be afraid of." Tom made a final decision.

"Yeah." Christian raised his face and squeezed out a small answer.

"Speaking of this, I'm a little curious. The traffickers have all been caught. Why do you still steal? Stealing is bad behavior." Tom expressed his confusion and was a little angry, "I don't think Mrs. Cole will not Starving you, even if she starves herself, she won't let you down to the point where you need to steal to fill your stomach."

"Sorry, Nelson, I will definitely pay back the money." Christian sat on the chair with his legs together and restrained, his hands clasped tightly on his knees, his head bowed, and he asked in a low voice, "You didn't say you stole it yourself. Have you ever done anything?"

"Oh, yes, that's what we're talking about," Tom replied nonchalantly, "yes, I stole things, and the orphanage wasn't so good at that time, and we never got enough to eat, Cole. After Madam took over the orphanage, I got to know Gnar, and I realized that was wrong, so I returned all the things I stole, and they all forgave me."

"What about you, Miss Jewell?" Tom asked coldly. "Why are you stealing? I wouldn't let a thief follow us into Hogwarts!"

Christian sat more rigidly, burying her head between her hands, holding her head and shrugging her shoulders.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta--" a drop of tears hit the dusty floor and splashed in all directions. Tom and Nelson froze in place. Although Tom's prestige in the orphanage has not dissipated until today, he also I have never seen such a scene before. In less than a minute, the small piece of ground seemed to have been splashed with half a glass of water. The girl who was crying at others with her head held up was unexpectedly caught by Tom. So I cried like this.

"Hey, don't cry..." Tom was at a loss. He stood up and reached out to touch Christian's shoulder. He quickly retracted his hand, walked around in place, took out his wand and thought. As if wanting to give her a stun spell directly.

One hand grabbed his wand-holding wrist, the other tucked a handkerchief into his free palm, and it was Nelson who had just jumped off the windowsill.

"Oh, a nice transformation." Tom looked at the neatly folded handkerchief in his hand, the white base was embroidered with green intricate lace, and he even embroidered a small figurine with different expressions on each of the four corners with gold thread. snake.

"Here, wipe it." He put the handkerchief in front of Christian, his tone was rare soft, "I'm not blaming you, Muggle currency is actually worthless to us, but theft is such an act It's really not right. I'm afraid there are still roaming traffickers coercing you to steal for them... If there is, I'll catch him."

Christian looked up, covered his face with one hand, took the handkerchief with the other, and buried his head in his arms again.

"I'm just... woo woo, the few people I came with were... rescued from traffickers," she sobbed and said intermittently, "They all know me... woo woo... I do Thief, I want to buy some... buy some candy for them, I want them to play with me... woo woo... but I don't have the money."

"It's alright, it's alright." Tom patted her on the back, comforting her in his imaginary mother's voice, "It's all over, and you can go to Hogwarts with us next year."

The girl threw herself into Tom's arms, hid her face, and cried out in a mournful sound that Nelson had never heard.

……

"Oh, damn." Turning around the alley where he first encountered Christian, Tom glanced back, took out his wand from his sleeve, and wiped it with the cuff, "Don't she know that the corners of her clothes are dirtier than her hands? Is there more?"

"Didn't you give her the wand?" Nelson also held the wand in his hand, tossing it around like an ordinary teenager playing with a branch he picked up, "Well, today's instructions will be written on two sheets of parchment. already."

"What can I do? I just can't see what I look like. You don't really think I'm soft-hearted, do you?" Tom said with a stern face, "No way? No way? No way. ?"

Before he left, he learned that the hat on his head had been changed from the wall, and that it would disappear today. Christian grabbed Tom's arm and did not let go, and looked at him eagerly. They wanted to put a permanent setting spell, but unfortunately even the two of them who were studying at an unusual pace didn't learn it - Tom didn't even have any interest in Transfiguration, just like Nelson was mediocre in Potions class. Same.Christian, who heard that the newsboy cap can only last for one year, was also overjoyed. He took Tom's arm and said that he would find him to strengthen the spell every year until Nelson mastered the permanent setting spell.

"Can you not imitate Dumbledore's expression, it looks disgusting." Tom waved his hand in disgust, as if driving a fly away.

"I think this expression is very friendly." Nelson stood in front of Tom with a Dumbledore smile on his face.

"..." Tom didn't speak, walked around him quickly, and the two returned to Nicklaus's house in pursuit.

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On the sofa at home, Nelson was telling his uncle Christina's story, and his aunt, who was preparing lunch, also ran to the sofa, leaning against his uncle's arms and wiping tears.

"What's the situation?" Nelson heard Tom's scolding from upstairs.

"Don't swear, Tom!" Jonas heard the noise and went upstairs.

"What's the situation!" Jonas' voice came from upstairs.

"Yonas, don't swear in front of the children!" the aunt roared.

Nelson and his aunt ran upstairs and saw the two standing at the door of Tom's room. When they looked closer, Tom's window was wide open, and there was a wet, twisted thick trace from the window sill to the window, and Tom's spotted owl. The birdcage was already a twisted piece of scrap iron, with a few blood-stained feathers hanging on it.

"I haven't even given him a name yet," Tom said blankly, standing in the doorway.

"I haven't even learned how to write Spotted Owl..." was Nelson's voice.

(End of this chapter)