My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 35 My name is Albus Dumbledore's brother, you can also call me Aberforth

"excuse me, you are?"

"Excuse me, that's right, it's your ass." The man who suddenly inserted into the conversation seemed to have not heard Nelson's question. On the empty chair at the table, I pushed Tom's chair aside by the way, "Huh! Are you dating? It's been running all the way, but it's hot enough."

His sudden appearance, lively look and greasy words made Nelson and Tom nervous, and in unison they dropped their spoons and reached for their wands.

"Put away your hands that are in your pockets, you are indeed a student of Albus, as sneaky as he is." Even though it was winter, he looked very hot, wiping the forehead with his sleeve with one hand. Khan, taking off his khaki coat with one hand, shouted at the busy shopkeeper in a rude tone, "Sheldon, have a lemonade, add a lot of ice, hurry up!"

"Sir, who are you?" Nelson did not withdraw his hand as he said, but drew his wand, stared at him vigilantly, and asked the question just now.

"Me?" He raised his head with a surprised look on his face, "Are you asking who I am? Oh, sorry, I didn't expect someone to wonder who I was, I thought you were asking others, Sheldon or something ."

"Does it matter who I am?" With an indifferent look, he took the lemonade brought by the shopkeeper, threw a few silver coins, took a hard sip on the straw, and asked himself lightly, "No. It's important, it doesn't matter at all, who cares who I am? I forgot what my name is, and of course no one cares what my name is, they all call me genius Albus Percival Woolf Rick Brian Dumbledore's brother, if you have to call me by a name, you can call me Aberforth."

"Oh! Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore." Nelson looked at the manic man in front of him, he knew it, and put away his wand. Unexpectedly, Professor Dumbledore hired his younger brother as a teacher.

"Call me Aberforth, thank you." He seemed to resist the surname Dumbledore. "Don't call me Aberforth Dumbledore, it sounds disgusting."

"Okay, Aberforth, this is what Mr. Dumbledore asked me to pass on to you." Nelson nodded helplessly, and took out from his pocket the small package that Dumbledore gave him before the holiday, "In addition, The two of us are not dating."

"I'm sorry," Aberforth responded dryly, looking unapologetically, "Maybe I'm a bit of a dick, and now I can see two men walking down the street as if they're dating."

He took the package, opened a small slit, peered in, carefully slipped it into a zippered pocket on his right, raised his head suddenly, stared at Nelson with interest, and asked, "Albus Didn't they teach you how to tell if someone was real? What if I was a dark wizard pretending to be? Then you two would be dead the moment you touched your wand."

"Mr. Aberforth, I don't care about that." Nelson picked up the spoon that had fallen on the table, wiped it with a piece of paper on the table, and stirred the cold hot drink with the spoon," Professor Dumbledore said. Now, as long as it's a man with chestnut hair, I'll give him the wrap."

"Maroon hair, haha." He smiled nervously. "This is really the proudest thing about me... the only thing that is different from the genius Albus Dumbledore."

"Besides, what Dumbledore can give students like us to do shouldn't be very important." Tom has always been inexplicably wary of Dumbledore, which has led to an even more inexplicable trust, he followed Nelson The head said, "This package must not be very important, and even if something goes wrong, he will protect us."

"Hey! Guys, I have to give you a piece of advice." Aberforth took the cup and slammed it hard, until the cup made the sound of air pushing the ice cubes against each other, and then he slowly opened his mouth, "You better be less. Hanging out with Albus, everyone says he's the only one who can beat Grindelwald, but do you know why he doesn't? Because Grindelwald's most famous bullshit - 'for the greater good', Albus Thinking is the one who knows best!"

As he spoke, Aberforth's tone gradually rose, the reckless and rude temperament disappeared, and his words became angry and high-spirited, and the people around dinner looked at him, and because they heard about the Dark Lord He turned his head away at the topic, only staring at the flushed man with a swollen neck out of the corner of his eye.

He picked up the glass with only ice cubes in his hand, raised his head and poured all the ice cubes into his mouth, chewing hard, making a "crunch" sound, chewing for a while, as if he had completed some ritual He swallowed the ice slag in his mouth, groaned contentedly, and said softly, "Albus is not the kind person you imagine, he likes to leave the most dangerous things to the weakest. If people do it, he will only hide behind his back and put a cold shot on it, pretending to be a good person."

Aberforth snorted heavily, put the glass on the table, and looked at the two thoughtful people with interest.

"We're not weak people." Tom snorted too, staring at Aberforth's face with dissatisfaction. He was disgusted by being described as "the weakest person", but he couldn't learn Aberforth's In a brutish tone, it sounded like a prefect despising a student who violated school rules.

Aberforth was noncommittal, he moved his eyes to Nelson who was looking directly at him, heard his every word, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Aberforth, I'm not interested in these things." Nelson clasped his hands on the table and supported his chin. "Besides, I believe Professor Dumbledore is not such a person."

Hearing this, Aberforth was overjoyed. He laughed rudely for a while, but the laughter stopped abruptly. He leaned forward and stared at Nelson's unchanging face, his voice low. asked, "Oh? Do you think you know Albus better than I do?"

Nelson recalled the scene when Dumbledore came to the orphanage a few months ago, recalled the news he saw in the Daily Prophet about Dumbledore's academic achievements, recalled the old, regretful, Weak, relieved, brave Dumbledore - Nelson also leaned forward and stared straight at the man in front of him, staring straight at his maroon hair and beard that had been twisted into strands that had not been taken care of for a long time, staring straight at him in the dust His cheeks, which looked older than his brother's, looked directly at his blue eyes that were exactly like Dumbledore's, as if they had the power to see through people.

Nelson nodded and said solemnly, "I think I know Professor Dumbledore better than you."

Aberforth also looked directly into Nelson's eyes. From those sapphire blue eyes, he could see nothing but his own eyes. He could feel that the boy in front of him said that ridiculous sentence. Resolutely, he even wanted to use Legilimency to see what the kid was thinking. In his wild thoughts, this man who could duel with Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore was the first to look away.

"I like you, kid, I'll teach you well in the next period of time." He shook his head with a wry smile, grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair and stood up, "I'm not talking nonsense. Man, I just hope you don't get taught badly by Albus."

"Professor Dumbledore also asked me to tell the substitute teacher how to get on the train—" So Nelson hurriedly stood up to see him off, Tom lingered in his chair for a long time, and he didn't seem to want to be polite to this vulgar man.

"Okay, my home is in Hogsmeade, and Albus is really taking me for a fool." Aberforth put his coat over his shoulders, took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, turning to stare at him. He said to Tom, "And you, boy, I hope I can see what it means to be 'not weak' after school starts."

Then he squeezed sideways and disappeared into the crowd.

"He's really cool, isn't he?" Sheldon, who came to clean up the Aberforth cup, suddenly whispered in Nelson's ear, Nelson was startled, and when he saw the shopkeeper beside him, he took out his pocket and prepared to pay the bill and leave .

"He paid for you, and even left a little." Sheldon spread out a hand, with a few copper plates lying in the palm of his hand, while hurting spring and autumn, "I wanted to be such a wizard back then... I actually used to be such a wizard until I..."

"It's more than a tip, thank you!" Nelson and Tom quickly left the cold drink shop, looking at the sun overhead, the big clock on the Gringotts gate was pointing in the direction of a few degrees past eleven, and the two were ready to Find a place to eat first, then go around in the afternoon.

"Nar, what shall we eat?"

"I'm whatever, how about you?"

"Just like you."

"..."

December 1938, 12 is not destined to be an ordinary day. Two talented young wizards walked hungry in the streets of Diagon Alley. They almost starved to death because they didn't know what to eat. This magical world almost starved to death. There are two legends missing.

"Let's eat with us." Augusta, who met in the morning, suddenly appeared behind Nelson and Tom, who were hesitating at the door of a French restaurant. She patted them on the shoulders and pointed behind her as they turned around. An inconspicuous little shop in his home, "You've been around here for a few times, and we're almost dying to see it inside, come on, let's eat together."

The two have basically lost their ability to think. They followed Augusta into this small shop. As soon as they entered the door, they smelled the sweet fragrance of thick cream. A table by the window was playing a harmony at the moment. Another bizarre scene - sitting opposite Flitwick, a short stature, a large boy who looked at least two meters tall, and Mag, who was always stern, said something beside him.

　About the settings of some characters:

　　The protagonist, Nelson Virtanen Williams, was born a day later than Tom Riddle.

　　According to the official novel in pottermore, Minerva McGonagall had entered Hogwarts in 1945 and worked stably for a period of time. Before that, she had worked at the Ministry of Magic for two years and had a failed relationship. No specific time could be found. The original book did not mention that she had an intersection with Voldemort when she was a student, but through the time point in 1945, she probably graduated around 1940, so she was set as the protagonist's senior sister.

　　Filius Flitwick, and McGonagall both made the Sorting Hat tangled in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for a long time during the sorting ceremony, plus they were friends with McGonagall, so it was set to the same year as McGonagall .

　　Rubeus Hagrid, a year younger than Voldemort, has nothing to say.

　　Myrtle, or Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, is in the same class as the protagonist, Ravenclaw.

　　About why the protagonist doesn't like Slytherin: It can be understood that even if he doesn't like Slytherin, he was assigned to Slytherin when pottermore was tested. In addition, Slytherin has produced dark wizards since ancient times, because it is within the UK. , Powerful black magic is generally passed down in pure blood families, not created by Voldemort. (No offense to fellow Slytherins, the author is also Slytherin)
　　Mantra: In a unified format, the floating mantra is "Flying Fast", without the transliteration of wingardium leviosa.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)