My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 37 Nagini

"You're right." Tom nodded and added, "But from another perspective, powerful magic tools also need to serve powerful wizards, don't they?"

"Yeah." Flitwick nodded in agreement, "If you can think that way, it's all the better."

"But—" Hearing the conversation between the two, Mag said solemnly in a worried tone, "It is said that the elder wand of the eldest of the three brothers is in the hands of the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald at this moment. A powerful wand is mastered by a more powerful dark wizard, which may cause extremely terrifying disasters. Even his followers of the dark wizard use the symbol of the Three Holy Artifacts as their own symbols. If they get more Holy Artifact..."

Several people around expressed their concerns about the wizarding world, their trust in the social order, and their determination to display their ambitions and set things right. Just like the common night conversation in the dormitory of the university decades later, the age, knowledge, and blood of these people Each has its own highs and lows, but at the moment, there is a feeling of high spirits like "just a classmate boy".

However, Nelson's eyes flickered. The wizarding world of wizards has strong traces of fatalism: the Elder Wand in the Three Holy Artifacts is passed down in the hands of masters who died in misfortune, the Resurrection Stone is hidden in a tragic family, and the Invisibility Cloak is destined to be Passed on to Harry Potter, the protagonist of the story, and the masters of the holy artifact are also destined to kill each other and chase each other... One tail feather of the phoenix is ​​destined to defeat its other brother, a glass ball recorded by a crappy wizard going crazy Can determine the fate of the world for decades.

"Then why did I come here?" Nelson thought, leaning on his forehead, he had thought about this question countless times, whether it was when Mrs Cole first brought him to meet Tom, the first time he was there When Ravenclaw's tower knew a girl named "Myrtle", or at this moment, he didn't understand the meaning of his existence, and was it good for the story to take the liberty of breaking into a complete story? ?He thought again, "I don't know if this fate includes me. Maybe I do have a role in this history, but I have to do something."

"Nal, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Nelson came to his senses, he saw Tom with a concerned look on the side, hasn't this changed?Thinking of this, he smiled smugly, "There is a bone in this piece of meat that was not picked, and it choked me."

"Hmph, you're so strange." Tom's face was skeptical. "You're so happy after being choked."

After finishing this slightly heavy topic, the atmosphere at the table quickly became warm again.

"Minerva, you're not really in a relationship with a Muggle, are you? If you want me to say that you don't even have an old cow eating young grass." She went to Nunuzui, and her hands were not idle. She asked for a plate of fresh meat, cut it into small pieces and fed it to the vultures in the cage, "Iron armor!"

She put the wand she didn't know when she picked it up on the table, and said proudly, "Want to attack me? It's still early."

Nelson couldn't help but give her a high look. He didn't expect that this person who failed the spell class would have such reflexes and spellcasting skills. His combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. He deserves to be the person who can eat Dawlish alone at the age of 80 in the future.

"Augusta, don't say this in front of them." McGonagall put down his wand resentfully, then turned his head to look at Nelson with a troubled look, "I heard you were a Muggle-born, if, I mean, what would a Muggle do if, if he knew his...well, a good friend was a wizard?"

Nelson was a little unsure, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe he will adopt his good friend's child?"

"?" Nelson could feel a big question mark on the top of Mag's head, and Augusta, who was on the side, was already holding the birdcage and smiling from ear to ear.

"Sorry, senpai," Nelson began. "My father seems to be a wizard, and then his good friend, my uncle, adopted me. And my good friend, you know, Tom is a wizard too. "

Mag lowered her head in disappointment, as if to maintain her habit of being strong, she raised her head indifferently, and heard Nelson say, "But I think, if you care enough, what is the difference between a wizard and a Muggle? ?"

"Yeah, Minerva, as far as I know we have a lot of mixed-race classmates, and they still have a happy family." Flitwick stood on the chair and waved, "Besides, wizards and Muggles are human, and they don't look like much. the difference."

"Hey—" Hagrid's eyes were red, and he took out a handkerchief the size of a towel and blew his nose. While choking, he took out a picture from a patch, and Nelson realized that the patches were all sewn to the clothes. 's pocket, he spread the photo on the table, "Hold... I'm sorry, I think of my dad"

Nelson then realized that there was a child less than ten years old hidden in the huge body on the opposite side, a child who had been treated as a monster, isolated and discriminated against since he was a child. He looked up at the photo of Hagrid on the table. It is an old black and white photo that has long been yellowed. A short man with a round head and a round head is riding on the shoulders of a child with a tender face but a tall body with a round head and a round head. The position of the father and son seems to be reversed, but The love did not diminish in the slightest. Hagrid sobbed as he spoke of his worries about his father, who came into the mountains in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month. Such a tyrannical giant! But my dad still loves me, and every winter he goes to the mountains to find Mommy. I'd rather... I'd rather be a regular Muggle! That way I'll save my dad a lot of trouble."

Mag and Augusta, who were still staring at each other, exuded the radiance of motherhood, and patted Hagrid on the shoulder to comfort him.Flitwick looked sympathetic, and even Tom looked shocked and pitiful.

"I have a camera that can process color photos," Nelson tiptoed and rubbed Hagrid's head, who was cradled in a chair. "Your photos are a little old. I'll take a new one for you another day."

"Really?" Hagrid raised his head and made a sound of surprise, the tears still crisscrossing his face, looking hilarious.

"Hagrid." Tom, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly caught everyone's attention, "You can't tell other people about this."

……

In the dilapidated suburb of Xicheng, in the evening, the sky was the same as when the two left in the morning.

"Seriously, I regret it, I'd rather be treated as a pervert by others."

"I'd rather die from exhaustion."

The two put down the large and small bags in their hands and sat on the postbox on the street to rest. Mag saw that they were working hard, and he wanted to lend Nelson the small bag that he had cast a traceless stretching spell, but when he saw the delicate , embellished with a pink cat made of pearls on the lady's handbag, he justly refused, and he regretted his decision at the moment, "I have decided, I will learn the Traceless Stretching Spell as soon as school starts."

"I thought the stories of our orphans were tragic and bizarre enough." Tom fanned with a copy of "The Tales of Bedouin the Poet," which Flitwick gave to him who was very interested. Yes, like a squire's daughter in a small Welsh country, lamely fanning the feather fan her father brought back from the city, she sighed in an old man's tone of voice, "I didn't expect that today would be so insignificant."

"No, after all, there is magic, and there are no less strange things than in the Muggle world."

"Indeed, the most unpredictable thing in the Muggle world may be the human heart, but in the world of magic, there's something even more outrageous."

"That's it," Nelson asked curiously. "I didn't expect you to care about Hagrid?"

"Am I the cold-hearted kind of person?" Tom asked rhetorically, explaining, "I just think he's a bit like me...he's a giant in the wizarding world, and I'm a wizard in the muggle world, and I think if not You and I will be like him."

"Tom..."

"Feared by ordinary people around, isolated and even bullied," Tom said to himself, "Maybe I will be stronger than him, not so weak, but I think, I will not be what I am now. people."

"I'm not a fool, Neal." Tom said with his head lowered. "I know what you're worrying about. I don't know why you're so worried, but I think you're the one who got it wrong this time."

"Tom, I just—"

"Shh!" Tom suddenly reached out and grabbed Nelson's arm, raised an index finger to his lips, and made a sound of listening, "Come on!"

"What's coming?" Nelson looked at him like this, and tried to listen with bated breath, but he could only hear the whistling wind and the looming noise of boilers burning and gears churning in the factory, and was about to speak, Tom Take out your wand.

"She is coming."

"she?"

"Remember that snake? I said it was originally a man."

"Remember, what? Still a woman?" Nelson wondered if Tom was hallucinating, but saw Tom stuff everything on the ground into the discarded mailbox under his ass, put the lid on the mailbox again, and use his wand. Knocked, he grabbed his arm and walked to the other street while making a strange "hissing" sound from his mouth, so he had to follow.

"Yes, a woman."

"Tom, I think—"

"I'm not lying to you, she's in the underground tunnel under our feet right now," Tom explained very quickly. "Her story is perfect, and I feel like it's true. She was a human being, and she was caught in a The inexorable black magic that fuses the human soul with a beast and eventually becomes a full animal."

"Bloodcurse? This snake is a bloodcursed orc?!" Nelson thought of the legend of the dangerous circus he had read in the tabloids.

"That's right! Her name is Nagini!"

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