My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 33 Knight Bus
"I didn't expect that the earliest Superman turned out to be like this." Nelson was lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through the "Action Comics" that Tom gave him.

"I don't understand why you like to watch this kind of stuff," Tom sat on the floor, leaning against the back of Nelson's chair to ease the fatigue of the battle, and wiping his wand carefully with a handkerchief in his hand, "I think the author is really stupid enough. How could an extraordinary person live so hard-pressed."

"Because of the bottom line, Tom." Nelson leaned his head back against the wall and put the magazine on his face, "Society depends on order to exist, even if you are a wizard with extraordinary magic power, otherwise you will be captive, hunted, killed, It's us who make the wand core."

"Perhaps, who knows?" Tom said noncommittally. "Don't you always talk about survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest?"

"That's not what I said, it's what Darwin said, and Darwinism can only be applied to nature, for—"

"Okay, okay, my ears will grow calluses again," Tom waved his hand disapprovingly, interrupting Nelson's words, "how do I feel that you always think I'm a wicked big bad guy who influences me with high intensity every day ."

"That's not enough," Nelson explained lightly, taking down the magazine, looking down at Tom, who was wiping his wand for the second time, "I just like to preach."

"That's true, haha." Tom laughed and teased, "You know, in Slytherin, those idiots who can't do their homework call you 'Dark Lord' because you're always borrowing their homework. Preaching with a black face is more old-fashioned than Professor Binns."

"Didn't I lend them to them in the end? Except for Charms, there's really no way, after all, I was caught by Professor Sykes..."

"Yeah, you ended up lending it to them, so they'll call you 'The Great Dark Lord'."

"I didn't expect that I would be the first to enjoy this title..." Nelson felt a little speechless, "I think I have written less homework, so I'll leave it to them in the future."

The two chatted while doing their own thing. Nelson continued to flip through the comics. Tom carefully tucked the wiped wand into his sleeve and took out a crystal ball from his pocket to play with.

"Do you want to divination?" He put the wands they had thrown on the table side by side, and rolled the crystal ball between the rail-like wands.

"You still believe this?" Nelson has always sneered at prophecy. In his opinion, the conditions of the so-called prophecy are so harsh that it seems like a funny trick created by a Squib to prove that he is a wizard.

"Don't you believe it? I think the classmates and teachers in the divination class praised you very much." Tom knew that Nelson never liked divination classes, but he only thought that Nelson was divination because he could always spy on his own tragic fate. Disgusted, he didn't expect that he didn't believe it at all. "There are many famous prophets in history who have made accurate predictions about the direction of major events."

"Yeah," Nelson slumped on the bed feebly, "how strange, there are billions of people in the world, everyone is talking nonsense, there are always two people who can meet."

He jumped off the bed, put on his slippers, walked over to Tom's crystal ball, held the crystal ball with his palms, muttered words, looked like a poisonous convulsion, babbled and spoofed for a while, he put down his hands, rolled his eyes, and said nonsense.

"I said that when school starts next year, Germany will attack Poland, which will trigger a Muggle war that will sweep the world!" He rolled his eyes, "Maybe there are exactly 360 or four people in the world talking nonsense and predicting war at this moment. A master of prophecy. If there is a real war next year, please call me a prophet."

"It's a deal!" Tom was a little exasperated when he saw Nelson slandering a subject he liked so much. "I'll write to my classmates and let them be a witness."

"What did you write?" Nelson grabbed the crystal ball and played with it. "You don't have an owl now."

"..."

"I'm sorry, my mouth is fast," Nelson apologized at the speed of light looking at Tom, who was looking at him resentfully. "For the sake of the spotted partridge, I was wrong."

"It's a bar-headed owl..." Tom looked annoyed, "Have you forgotten, you said you were going to London tomorrow morning, and I'd go to the post office to send a letter."

……

"Nal, do you mean wizards also take the bus?" At six o'clock the next morning, the whole street was dark, and Jonas and Bella stood at the door watching Nelson and Tom waiting for the bus, "I I mean, there are still trams on the streets of London! But I don't think Magic Cars need trams either..."

"That's what Dumbledore told me, it's been on the road since 1865." Nelson frowned, took out his wand and stretched it out, making the motion of taking a taxi, "Just stop the car like this and he'll jump out. Wizard The transformation of scientific and technological achievements is sometimes very high.”

("Oh, Tom, look after Gnar when you get back to school, don't let him fight!" Bella was trying to help Tom straighten his collar, Tom was holding his breath and trying to endure it, and it looked like his face had been strangled. )
"It's really advanced, I heard that some countries are also researching this kind of positioning system..." Jonas agreed.

("Aunt Bella, our vacation isn't over yet!" Tom waved his hands like a fish struggling on the beach, "We're just going to do Dumbledore a favor and stop by Diagon Alley, and we'll be back in the evening. .")
"Magic is handy in some senses," Nelson said.

"Yes, and I think most of the time, it's much more convenient than the average person's life," Jonas nodded approvingly, "Nar, that camera you brought with you is a boon for photographers and journalists! There is no need to develop, and even when taking pictures, you don't need to use flash! It's just a little ink stains sometimes, oh yes, the pictures you took at the orphanage the day before yesterday were washed out this morning, and the pictures are so good, I want to use it in It's in the paper."

"You may have to discuss it with Mrs. Cole."

"I will, seriously, that picture is awesome!" Jonas put his arm around Nelson's shoulder. "If you're not a wizard, I'm going to train you to be a journalist!"

("Oh, I forgot." There was no sign of embarrassment on Bella's face. "Are you eating out at noon? Do you have any money?" she asked with concern, kicking Jonas's heels without a trace. Calf, "Even children know they have to go shopping for the holidays, Jonas, don't you have any opinions?! You and the bus! Go with the camera!")
"Take you around today!" Jonas turned around and assured Bella righteously, as if Bella was pulling him away from shopping. Suddenly a white light flashed across the street, and he rubbed his eyes. Wow, is this the magic bus?!"

A tall three-story, bright purple bus suddenly appeared on the road, with its headlights on, and the front windshield with the words "Knight's Bus" written in large gold letters. Tall and tumbled, it looks puffy again, as if and ready to explode with too much stuff in it.

(Tom: "The color of this car is disgusting...")
It appeared out of thin air, and a sudden brake stopped in front of the four people. Before it stopped, the door opened.Looking at the long, strangely curved tire marks on the ground, Tom swallowed, "Can we change transportation? It's okay to take a taxi."

"Don't worry, sir~" A brown-haired young man with thick round eyes jumped out of the bus that had not stopped, and staggered on the ground due to inertia, and at least no shovel flew out. He stood up and took off his hat. "Three gentlemen, and this beautiful lady. Welcome to the Knights Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stick out your wand and go. Get in the car and we'll take you wherever you want. My name is Ern Plum, and I'm your conductor tonight."

"The service attitude is really good." Jonas praised.

"Thank you for your compliment, sir, and I have to say, your glasses are handsome!" Ern Pullen grinned, his teeth seeming to flash with a "glow", "where are you going? As long as it's on land We can deliver anywhere!"

"Can America do it too?" Jonas asked curiously.

"Of course, but the fare and time will be more."

"It's us who want a ride." Tom leaned over and got past Bella, grabbed Nelson and dragged him into the car, "The two of us."

"See you tonight! Aunt Bella! Uncle Jonas!" The two said goodbye as they got into the car.

"Two gentlemen, please sit here." Ern Plum greeted the two of them to the two window seats on the second floor and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Diagonal Alley." Nelson was a little sleepy, and he had begun to close his eyes.

"It takes thirteen silver cacao to go to Diagon Alley from here. If you can add three cacao, you can get a cup of hot cacao. If you add another cacao to make a gallon, we will give you a pair of wool. socks and a discount coupon for two xikes."

"We want cocoa, thank you." Nelson held out two Galleons.

"Okay, do you need us to warm up your socks by the boiler? I think the happiest thing about every morning is to put on warm wool socks."

"..." Nelson looked at the enthusiastic conductor earnestly, hoping to see that he was joking or that he really thought so, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything clearly through the thick glasses, so he reluctantly gave up, "No, thank you ."

"Okay wait a minute, two cups of hot cocoa." He hummed and walked to the first floor.

"Wait, Erne, don't you lose money every time you give coupons like this?" A hoarse voice came from the back row.

"Sir, this is economics." The glasses under the conductor's glasses couldn't see his expression clearly, but Nelson felt that he had already burst into laughter, he coughed and said solemnly, "Yeah, we lose, we lose every day. I can only live on the bus."

　Isometric double quotes are really disgusting
　　
　
(End of this chapter)