My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 317 Train guessing

After an unknown amount of time, Nelson lost track of time during his tireless running. The stone pillars fell behind him and became smaller and smaller, and were gradually covered by mist. Like a gentleman leaving home to close the door, he even heard the sound of a door hinge. There was a sound of turning, and when I looked back, there was only a flat field behind me, white high-rise buildings looming in the distance, and the free-spirited fog like a tsunami.

The silver light on his body gradually dimmed, and Nelson was surprised to find that he didn't even notice that the pedestrians had disappeared since some time, and he was the only one left in the vast wilderness. The white cat jumped up from the ground and became a The appearance of a young man.

He walked along the sleepers, waving the long sword in his hand carelessly. As he turned round and round, the blade gradually blackened, and finally became a straight black cane. Nelson's arm swung freely, and the cane struck Hitting the crossties by his feet, his speed varied from fast to slow, and the crisp percussion played a light song.

Finally, a touch of red appeared in front of Nelson's eyes. He picked up his cane and walked quickly towards the train parked on the track. The scenery on both sides of the track was somewhat familiar, a city with a unique style, Prague.

The door of the carriage was open, he climbed the stairs, tapped the handrail lightly, the whole train trembled, and Alexander greeted him.

"Professor," Nelson called, "it's settled, we can go back."

Turning a corner, Nelson saw that the previous compartment door was still open. He stood by the door, leaned forward, and looked inside suspiciously.

The compartment is empty.

There were two cups directly facing each other on the table. Nelson reached out and touched the rim of Dumbledore's water cup. His hands were cold. It seemed that he had been away for a while.

"Alexander, where has he been?"

Nelson raised his head and asked towards the ceiling.

Soon, a small silver hand stretched out from the lampshade above his head, pointing to the city not far away.

"I don't know what kind of place it is in his eyes."

Nelson remembered Dumbledore's strange state when the train passed by, and it seemed that he had gone to pay his respects. He sat on a chair, filled his glass with water, and closed his eyes for a nap.

……

"Sorry, I wasted time."

Nelson opened his eyes just in time to see Dumbledore's self-blame apology.

"It's okay, professor, the students are safe anyway," he patted the table, filling two cups with hot cocoa.

"Sorry, I couldn't help you," Dumbledore said happily. "The sense of oppression there is too strong. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I can't even imagine what would happen."

"Professor, have you forgotten? As I said before, with great power comes great responsibility." Nelson blinked.

"This sentence is too beautiful, but it's too unfair to a capable person." Dumbledore looked at Nelson's somewhat embarrassed look with a complicated expression, and said, "Do you really think this is a responsibility?"

"What can I do?" Nelson shrugged. "It's all here. I'm the only one who can move. What else can I do? I can't just turn around and leave. Tom's sister is still in the crowd, let alone It was a near miss, and I might have even solved a big problem."

Dumbledore's expression softened. Nelson inserted his stick into the wall and pulled the lever which was quite different from the one he had come in. The whistle sounded again and the train started slowly.

"If I die, I want to take this train." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, watching Nelson take out a bag of candy from his pocket like a picnic, and said suddenly.

"Is this train?" Nelson asked, without stopping, he unsealed Bibi's Flavored Bean and pushed it in front of Dumbledore, saying, "If you die earlier than me, I will help you drive of."

"Thank you, I remember your promise," Dumbledore picked up the cup in front of him, took a sip of hot cocoa, and smacked his lips, as if he was drinking strong whiskey, "I have stepped into the Years, but you are still young, I really wonder what your world will be like."

He stroked the armrest of the seat, causing Alexander to shake uncomfortably.

"That's not necessarily true, Professor," Nelson said half-jokingly, "If you want me to say, you can at least live until the millennium, and it's not certain which of us will see the scenery behind the door first!"

Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, just thinking that Nelson had told a joke.

After a while, when the cocoa in the cup was about to run out, he asked, "Gnar, have you been there yet?"

He leaned on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes, his face was full of longing and yearning, he picked up a Bibi multi-flavored bean, threw it into his mouth, and chewed carefully, "No, you must be there."

"uh-huh."

"What's in the door?"

"Wool socks, Professor," said Nelson, laughing, holding his cup, "there is a mountain in the door, a mountain of thick warm bright wool socks."

"what?"

Dumbledore sat up straight, then burst out laughing, the jelly beans choked his throat, he coughed violently, his face was flushed, even though it was hard to breathe, he didn't stop laughing.

"An cough disappears."

Nelson pointed at him with his wand, and Dumbledore's face finally returned to calm, but he still laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in his life, "Nal, this is the truth, anyone needs a pair in the snow Warm your own wool socks in the ground!"

"It couldn't be more correct." Nelson agreed as he refilled their drinks.

During the subsequent journey, Dumbledore never expressed his curiosity about the "door". He even played gobstones with Nelson. Unfortunately, in terms of playing games, Nelson's talent seemed to be as unique as his talent for potions.

Even with the pastime to pass the time, for the two people who are eager to return home, the time still passes so long, especially when they have enough free time to enjoy the scenery on both sides of the railway, but they cannot communicate because the scenery in their eyes is exactly the same hour.

They woke up and fell asleep, fell asleep and woke up again. It was not long, but it seemed that they were really crossing the Eurasian continent on a steam locomotive.

The train pulled into the platform, and when the two got off the train, they were already standing on the lawn outside the castle. Nelson took a deep breath and sighed, "The air here is better, there is a black lake, and it is much more humid."

"Of course, you belong here." Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder, "Want to see the classmates you saved?"

In the dormitory, the question mark dozing on the pillow suddenly woke up. Its ears moved, its back arched, and it jumped up. It lightly stepped on Tom's messy quilt and jumped onto the windowsill. Confused, shouldn't my pet appear where it disappeared?

Looking at the two people walking towards the castle, the question mark shook his head helplessly. It would be difficult to find such a chance to deal with Nelson while saving face.

"Do you want to teach him a lesson?" A small milky-white ghost with a funny beard came out from the window sill with a medicine box in his hand, and met the question mark through the glass. The question mark was startled and almost rolled into the flower pot under the window sill, it gave Peeves a look, and heard him continue, "Believe me, I have lived in Hogwarts for many years, this kind of man who is always on the go, if you don't let him hurt, he will It won't last long."

The question mark patted the glass disdainfully, and pointed its sharp claws at Peeves' head.

"No, I've already understood his research, and it's impossible for him to screw my head off," Peeves puffed up his chest confidently, took out a small milky white notebook, and pointed to the graffiti-like drawings on it, " If only he could be lured to—”

The question mark patted the glass again, interrupting Peeves' beautiful fantasy. It raised a paw and pointed behind Peeves, and Peeves turned his head 180 degrees stiffly, just in time to point at him downstairs. Nelson's eyes met.

"Professor, is that Peeves? What is he carrying? A toolbox? Looks like he's going to do something bad to my dorm?"

"It seems so," Dumbledore nodded, "You must be careful when you go back at night. Recently, several students have fallen into the pit in the corridor during the night tour. As far as I know, your friend Mr. Black Got stuck all night, of course, I think it's mainly because he ate too much in the kitchen."

Peeves hurriedly got into the outer wall of the castle, and before hiding completely, he saw Nelson's mouth.

"Nearly Headless Peeves."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Peeves kept apologizing while hiding in the wall. Although he couldn't speak more forcefully, he was really afraid that Nelson could make him The devil who was taken away from his hometown, unfortunately only question marks can be heard in his broken thoughts, "If I ask the bloody Baron to intercede, will he help me make peace, they seem to be all Slytherins, no, I am here What are you thinking? I actually want to take the initiative to find Sir Alex! I must be crazy!"

Peeves' voice got farther and farther away, and the question mark slapped the glass angrily, this time it didn't control its strength well, a spider web-like crack was shot on the bedroom window, and then, the broken glass crackled to the ground fall.

Nelson took a step after grabbing Dumbledore's arm, and in the next second, a few sharp shards of glass were inserted into the place where he had just stood.

"You..." Even Dumbledore didn't know what to say at the moment. He said "you" for a long time, and finally choked out, "The way you get along with your cat is very unique."

"Well, Professor," Nelson asked, "if a pet breaks a school window, do I have to pay for it?"

"The castle has been in disrepair for a long time," Dumbledore shrugged, "I think we need to overhaul the school's facilities."

……

When Dumbledore appeared in the corridor at the entrance of the school hospital, all the tense professors and doctors heaved a sigh of relief. His backbone was back. Even if Dumbledore did nothing but stood there, make their work easier.

"Is everything all right?" Dumbledore asked anxiously as he watched McGonagall approaching him.

"It's not bad, Professor Dumbledore." McGonagall replied sternly, "Some of the students who were unconscious before have woken up, but Miss Joy fainted, and she couldn't wake up no matter how much she screamed."

"Joy?" Hearing McGonagall's report, Dumbledore frowned, then locked it tightly, and said after pondering for a moment, "Someone send her to my office to have a good rest, it's too noisy here."

"Do you know what's going on with her?" McGonagall asked in a low voice, "I heard them say..."

"Minerva, Joy is just an old problem, she's always like this, when there are patients, she never lets herself rest," Dumbledore knew what McGonagall was talking about, but didn't answer directly, " Have you forgotten? Miss Joy is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"I see, Professor." McGonagall sighed.

"Minerva," Dumbledore said lightly when he heard that everything was fine, "I've said it many times, now you're a professor, don't you want me to call you Professor McGonagall?"

"Okay, ah...Albus." McGonagall, who was always eloquent, stuttered a little at this moment.

"Is my name such a mouthful?" Dumbledore quipped.

"Indeed," Mag raised his eyelids angrily, "are you a foreigner?"

"Hahaha, that's it," Dumbledore pulled out his wand and clapped his hands. The corridor suddenly became bigger. In the constant expansion, it became as big as a Quidditch pitch. Hospital beds were neatly arranged in the spacious corridor In each bed, there is a chair for the doctor to rest, and some fruits that can quench thirst and hunger. After finishing all this, he looked at Mag and asked, "I'm going to see the students, please The doctors must be given a good rest, by the way, is there anything else going on?"

"Let's think about it..." Mag put his hand on his chin, and said after thinking for a moment, "It's not a big deal, Peeves dropped two baskets of Mandrakes in the corridor half an hour ago, it looks like they just came from the nursery. He said that those unconscious students were under the petrification spell, and mandrakes can be used to detoxify them."

"Puchi." Dumbledore's expression was a little tense.

"One more thing. Flitwick told me just now that there was a thief in the castle."

"A thief?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"He said that Slytherin's hourglass was empty and the gems in it were stolen by someone."

"Is there such a thing???"

"Of course not. I went to check, and it seems that someone has deducted all the points of Slytherin." McGonagall was speechless. "I wanted to find Sla... Horace, but I couldn't find him."

"Puchi!" Dumbledore couldn't hold back completely.

At the other end of the corridor, Nelson stood by Christian's bed, and the wide-eyed girl looked at each other. Tom was lying on the edge of her bed, pressed against her arm. She didn't move, she didn't move.

"Williams?"

A hoarse call came from behind, Nelson turned his head, Christian quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Kant?"

"Wait... these things are over, do I still have a chance to fight you?"

"Of course." It was Tom's voice.

(End of this chapter)