My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 28 Snake Catching
"It shouldn't be here." Jonas looked around the room, stepped forward and closed the window.

"What?" Bella asked in confusion. She closed her eyes at the bloody scene in front of her and made a cross on her chest. She turned her head to the side, and saw Nelson with her wand drawn out, nervous and angry-eyed. Red Tom.

"This should be a reptile." Jonas knelt on one knee and leaned over the floor to examine it carefully. He gestured the thickness of the wet marks in the air, "It should be a snake..."

"It should be a boa constrictor," he stood up, frowned, and raised the cage. "I've seen boa constrictors during interviews in Brazil. They hang their prey with their huge bodies, and then devour them. It will end just like this birdcage."

"But none of the pythons I've ever seen..." He looked at the marks on the floor of Tom's room, pondered for a long time, and thought about his words, "... rough."

"Rough?" Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a trace of cold sweat dripped from the corners of his eyebrows. Could it be that he encountered a basilisk?
"It's at least this thick." Jonas drew a circle with his hand that was a size larger than a basketball, and then opened his arms. "It's so long..." He found it difficult for him to draw the length of the python with his hands. , spread out his hands and gave up.

"Why are there pythons in London?" Tom gritted his teeth out of his confusion, his wand gripping hands white with the force, and his eyes were a little red, "Why should I give them an address?" Why should I get Christmas presents? Why should I open the window? I..." His wand-holding hand drooped, his whitish knuckles deflated, his head hooked and he couldn't make out his expression.

"I'll buy another one for you as a Christmas present." Nelson kept his wand's hand high, and wrapped his other hand around Tom's shoulder, hugging him tightly, "Spot-headed owl, right? I'll buy you the same one."

"It's not the original one." Tom's body trembled a little, although he always looked like he didn't care about the spotted-headed owl that Dumbledore gave him, and even called it "spot-headed owl", but this A grumpy little owl always accompanied him, even if it pecked his hand when delivering letters, it would always help him deliver every letter and every package on time. He patted Nelson's hand on his shoulder and said a word. He walked into the room without letting go, and took the deformed birdcage from Jonas' hand.

"Tom." Jonas looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine." Tom walked to the shelf where the birdcage had been, and was dumped on the ground. He passed a beautifully packaged gift, and he kicked it to the side. There was a crisp clatter of glass shattering. Something seems to be completely broken.

Tom struggled to hang the cage on the shelf and tried to break it back, but failed again.

Nelson felt something under his feet, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a question mark that was invisible when he woke up, squatting under his feet, licking his paws, and rubbing his head and tail against his trouser legs.

"Let him be alone for a while." Jonas closed the door of Tom's room, grabbed Nelson and Bella and turned to leave. Nelson bent down and picked up the question mark. In Nelson's arms, he licked his palm and froze.

The three of them walked downstairs silently, and there was a roar of grief and indignation that was not human-like from behind.

"Nar," Nelson and Jonas sat down on the sofa, Bella stood behind Jonas and supported his shoulders, staring upstairs with a worried expression, Jonas put his hands on his knees and folded his hands With a chin on his face, he said solemnly, "Boa constrictors are rare in the UK."

"Especially such a big python." Jonas looked at him, "If there is a python wandering in the residential area, the municipal department will definitely catch it, but it can enter our house, although we are in the suburbs. , but not the outskirts.”

"You mean?"

"I don't know magic," Jonas tapped his temple with his hand, "but I don't think it's an ordinary boa constrictor, you understand? Gnar."

There was a long silence in the living room. There was a door opening and footsteps from upstairs. After a while, Tom walked down the stairs slowly, looking no different from usual.Seeing that the three people downstairs raised their heads and looked at him with concern, Tom pressed his hands together, "It's okay, it's just an owl."

At the lunch table, none of the four of them seemed to have any appetite. After a hasty meal, Nelson and Tom went back to their respective rooms.

……

After eating, Nelson sat in front of the desk staring at a box with a ribbon that had been opened in a daze. He had no interest in what happened to the owl.

"I want to understand something," Tom pushed open the door and saw Nelson with a blank expression, and asked with concern, "Nar? What's the matter with you?" In turn, comfort his friend.

"Ah?—" Nelson came back to his senses, shook his head in a trance, and turned to see Tom standing beside him, "Tom... are you here? Are you better? We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy... "

"No, Gnar, I don't want owls anymore." Tom Riddle's face did not show any previous grief, panic, or other emotions, as if the pet accident did not leave any traces in his heart. , he repeated the previous topic, "I want to understand something."

"what?"

"Nal, life is fragile, pets are not suitable for me." Tom took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "Tigers hunt goats, cats hunt mice, or... snakes eat birds, yes A very normal thing."

"In a sense, yes."

"We can't let something weak survive because of our own preference," Tom rubbed the corner of Nelson's table with one hand, drew out his wand with the other, held it between his eyes, and turned his wrist slightly, "If It's not magic, I'm still a poor orphan living in London and can't even eat a few meals of meat. It's only natural that the strong plunder and possess everything from the weak."

"It's not like that, Tom..." Nelson found that his friend seemed to have gone from grief and anger to the other extreme. He wanted to say something to comfort or persuade, but he didn't know what to say.

"I know, Nal." Tom walked over to Nelson's window and looked out at the gloomy sky. The day-to-day London sky gave his sunny face a hazy pallor, and he spoke in an unbelievably calm tone. He continued, "This stupid crawler can eat any bird, but it finds me."

"I must catch it," Tom sat on Nelson's bed, clenching his wand and looking out the window through gritted teeth. "Dare to break ground on my head."

Nelson sighed, didn't try to persuade him, just asked, "Are you sure? That snake might be a magical creature... maybe even a basilisk, I've read some books on magical animals, The snake itself has a very mysterious and powerful magic, let alone a special snake. To be honest, I really don't think that such a powerful magical creature can be caught with the strength of a first-year student. We can't even find it. ."

"I have some ways to track it." Tom turned to look at Nelson, his originally clear black eyes flashed a strange red light, "Have you forgotten? I'm Parseltongue."

"Tom, who are you?" Nelson frowned. He understood that the red light he saw in Tom's eyes before was not a light and shadow illusion brought about by emotions or circumstances, but a real one, possibly due to A change brought about by some unknown magic.

"Snakes are nocturnal animals, although I don't know why the beast came to climb my window in the morning." Tom answered indifferently, "I'm going to leave tonight, are you coming?"

"..." Nelson looked at Tom worriedly. He wanted to dissuade his friends from taking risks like a sensible adult, but found that he was not in the position to say such sarcastic words, and a brainless beast was nothing to worry about. Harry Potter single-handedly killed a troll in his first year!Finally he nodded, "I'm going to do some preparations."

"I knew you would, Gnar." The red light in Tom's eyes became more intense, it flickered and then went out quickly, and he took out a slender wooden box from his pocket, with an intricate pattern printed on it. 's badge, with an A in capital swashbuckle in the middle, looks a little old, "This is the wand I asked Avery to send us, and it doesn't have any disgusting traces on it."

"It's left by Avery's ancestors, and the owner of the wand has been dead for many years," Tom put it triumphantly on the corner of the table and pushed it slowly towards Nelson, "fir wood, dragon's heartstring, ten Another [-]/[-] of an inch, over-rigid and easy to fold, Avery says it's good for shapeshifting. According to Ollivander's theory, it's now unowned and we won't be too sluggish to use it... Of course I use any Not a single wand feels stagnant, they're just the wizard's servants."

"You don't have to write those boring reports to the fools at the Ministry of Magic." He carefully put his yew wand back in his sleeve and took another scratched wand from his pocket. "Black The thorn wood, the dragon's heartstring, is ten inches long, stubby and sturdy. It is said that the previous users of these two wands were a pair of powerful brothers, and even the dragon who took the heartstring was a pair of brothers who grew up together."

"A wand without a master." Nelson opened the box
"Yeah, but I still like my wand, even if it's just a humble tool...a pet." Tom looked at the sloe branch fascinatedly, "It's a beautiful story, brother wizard uses brother dragon Wands made...they passed on to another pair of brothers."

"That's true." Gnar turned the ribbon he'd just removed from the table into a ruler with his cold-wood wand. "It's okay, worse than my wand, but it doesn't matter."

"Nar," Tom put down his wand, his eyes burning, "on that beast tonight, let's test the results of learning magic."

(End of this chapter)