My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 374 Thank you, Jojo, thank you for calling me dad
"It's time to wake up, Jojo."

Jokunda was writhing on the soft bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Half of her head sank into the pillow, revealing her soft blond hair like a sunflower, and her fair skin was like snow against the background of her pink pajamas. A chubby Niffler was squatting by the pillow, nibbling at a gleaming clockwork.

"No, Dad," Jokunda writhed in the quilt, the sunlight entered the room from the drawn curtains, and under the filter of the veil dotted with crystals, it presented a beautiful rainbow color like a fairy tale , "I haven't slept enough yet."

"It's already nine o'clock in the morning, your mother made breakfast," a corner of the gauze curtain was lifted by a slender white hand, and the man's gentle voice came from the bedside, "Didn't you say it yesterday? I want to go to the farm this morning to see Look, if you don't go, those horned camels will be sent away."

"Huh?! It's over, it's over, it's over!"

Jokunda sat up suddenly from the bed, her head hit the head of the bed too hard, tears flowed from her eyes quickly, but she didn't bother to wipe the tears, she quickly put on her clothes, and the man put down the veil at the right time , leaving a private space for the little girl.

"Steel! Why are you playing with my alarm clock again! No wonder it didn't go off!"

Jokunda snatched the spring from Xixiu's mouth, stuffed it back into the alarm clock, and the hands fixed at 45:[-] began to rotate. It seemed that this Xixiu had already dismantled the mainspring since last night. down.

"Qiaoqiao, don't leave Xixiu in the room." The man beside the bed smiled, "Didn't it steal your earrings last week?"

"That's not stealing!" Jokunda had already put on his clothes, lifted the veil, poked his head out and stuck his neck and retorted, "I gave it to him!"

"Got it," the man held a pocket watch, his pale golden hair was so conspicuous under the sunlight that he couldn't even see his face clearly, he looked at the big, round and bright sun outside the window, blinked and said, "Dad made a mistake before and almost sold your Nixiu, but you know, Dad can't tell them apart, they look so much alike..."

"It's not called 'My Sniff', it's called Steel! They have names."

"Jojo, people will laugh at us," the man bent down, stroked the girl's soft blond hair, pinched her immature face, and knelt on the ground to help her tie her shoes, "No one who raises magical animals I will name the magical animals that are about to be slaughtered, and this work will be left to their owners... Jojo, there was an owl that refused to listen to its owner last week, and I found out later that it was you who chose the name. then what."

"It's fleshy meat," Jokunda said dissatisfiedly puffing up his cheeks, "They are not good to those small animals at all, Dad, let's not sell them, okay, let's raise them ourselves, how happy we are together! "

"Hehe," the man didn't respond to her request, but just shook his head and smiled, he tied his shoelaces and let go of the girl, "Compared with small animals, I would rather raise my own daughter and buy you a new broom , just put it on the shoe cabinet, go and have a look.”

Jokunda turned his head away and clapped his hands angrily, not wanting to talk to his father.

"Jojo, you have to know that everyone thinks differently, not to mention magical animals and people," the man tapped on Jokunda's forehead, his face pulled closer, his blue eyes seemed to be rippling with sea water , "Last week you dressed the elf in the house, it almost scared to death, house elves are born to serve wizards, that's their instinct, maybe it's unreasonable, but you can't force your ideas on them Head, Jojo, that's not love."

Jokunda shook her head, she didn't know how to refute her father.

"And you have to treat everyone equally," the man straightened up, walked to the desk and picked up Jokunda's diary. She was about to stop her, but the man had already opened it, and he seemed not interested in the contents. Only a stiff specimen of the Winged Demon was shaken out from inside. The big green butterfly spread its wings and lay stiffly on the table, "Jojo, why did you hurt the Winged Demon so much?"

"It's ugly."

"Hahaha, don't do this next time, the Winged Demon at home may be the last pair in the world." The man stuffed the specimen of the Winged Demon back into the notebook, turned and left the room, "Go to the restaurant, you Mom should wait."

Jokunda picked up Xixiu, shook it by its hind feet, and a bunch of shattered but gleaming gadgets fell out of its arms and spilled all over the bed.

"You are not cute at all!"

As if venting her father's gentle preaching, she threw Xixiu on the bed, but Xixiu couldn't see her displeasure, and instead climbed up her skirt along her shoulders. It held tightly, Jokunda Had to take it down the stairs to the restaurant.

The mother was picking up the wool that was not put away last night. The man sat at the dining table, a copy of the "Daily Prophet" covering his face. Jokunda walked slowly to the table. There was only one breakfast on the table. It was for her.

"Jojo! Pets are not allowed on the table!"

Mother's shouts came from the living room. Compared with her father's voice, her shouts were ethereal and unreal, intermittent like a badly damaged tape.

"It's ok."

The man put down the newspaper and threw a Galleon at Jokunda's feet. Seeing it, he jumped off the little master's shoulder without hesitation, threw himself at the gold coin, and played with it lovingly.

"Eat quickly."

The man blinked his eyes. He had already prepared his clothes for going out—a clean soft felt hat, a black dragon-skin hooded coat, and, strangely enough, a pink coat under the open collar. sweater, a pygmy puffball is jumping up and down on the chest - this outfit is a bit too advanced, but it doesn't feel out of place in this room.

The man's gaze was fixed on the words of the newspaper, as if there was something special about the ordinary news.

"It's time."

He put away the newspaper, looked up towards the door, and saw an earthquake-like dense noise coming from outside the house, and it was getting closer.

Jokunda raised his head with a piece of toast in his mouth, his heart was beating wildly, and he turned to look in the direction of the living room.

I saw the bright floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into crystal clear residue like snowflakes after a bang, and a dark green curse rushed to my mother from outside the house and hit her in the chest.

The toast that Jokunda was talking about was split in half by clenched teeth, and fell into the milk glass on the table. The warm milk splashed on Jokunda's face, just like her mother buried in glass shards.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The wool ball fell from her mother's hands, bounced on the ground, and rolled to her feet. The white wool was stained red with blood, just like the pink wool ball she saw in Diagon Alley a few days ago.

wait...a few days ago...

But before she had time to think about it, the north wall of the home was smashed by a huge force from the outside, and the debris of bricks and stones rushed towards the two people on the dining table like a torrential rain, and the panicked little girl turned her head to look at Father, but saw that he was still flipping through the newspaper calmly.

"Don't be afraid, Jojo, I still have 7 minutes to live."

The man smiled, and behind him, the clock was pointing to twelve thirty-eight.

A crazy horned llama rushed out from behind the broken wall, but was knocked away by an inexplicable force. Behind it, a group of angry horned llamas were blocked by dragon dung that suddenly spilled from the air, as if there was an invisible It was as if someone was protecting Jokunda.

Soon, two masked wizards broke into the door—perhaps not appropriate, after all, there is no door in this house.

"Jojo, think about what I entrusted to you."

The man was sitting at the table reading the newspaper calmly. Bricks that were blown away by the spell hit him one after another, but they passed through as if they were hit by fog, and his body condensed into a billowing white mist after being smashed into white mist. It looked like it was reading a newspaper.

"It's funny how big the Daily Prophet was ten years ago."

He clicked his tongue in amazement, and took a small sip of the coffee he didn't know where he got it.

Jokunda's heart was filled with fear. In the living room, two intruding wizards were fighting fiercely with non-existent enemies. They laughed wildly and asked about the whereabouts of a certain key.

"What did I say, Jojo?"

The man sat at the table and urged, and layers of memories and nightmares flooded into Jokunda's mind. She hugged her head and cried bitterly, and the steel-shaped Nixiu gently licked her temples. , I want to make the little master more comfortable.

"What did I say, Jojo?"

Time passed by, and the non-existent protector in the living room was at a disadvantage, and blood dripped on the floor, making Jokunda's heart extremely fragile.

"Crack, click, click!"

The second hand moved steadily, and the time soon came to 43:[-].

"There are still 2 minutes, Jojo." The man said gently, "Don't let Mom and Dad's sacrifice go to waste."

Jokunda raised his head and said incoherent nonsense in a trembling voice: "Hide... hide the key, hide the address, hide... hide yourself..."

"Great," the man nodded. "Where do you hide the key? What lock does the key open?"

"Father's secret recipe...let my sister...give it to my sister..."

"Is it necessary to let my sister read?"

The man nodded, rolled up the sleeves of his coat, and pressed the soft felt hat on his head.

"And in the end? How do you hide yourself?"

"Armadillo... Go find the armadillo at my sister's place..."

"You are well prepared," the man lowered the brim of his hat and stood up. "It seems that he knew that he was going to be attacked a long time ago. Did you simply arrange the retreat of the two daughters?"

The resistance in the living room became weaker and weaker. He followed Jokunda, who was moving on her own, and came to her room. He unplugged the alarm clock, hid it in the smock that he was wearing next to him, and took it out of the drawer. He took out a small blue egg that had been secretly hidden, and held it in the palm of his hand.

He picked up the diary on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and followed Jokunda's footsteps, stumbling back to the living room.

When the time of the clock came to 45:[-], the small window under the dial opened suddenly, and a canary pulled by a spring made a noisy and strange cry.

This strange cry was exactly the nightmare that Jokunda had visited every night for many years. Her eyes were full of tears, and her body trembled violently like sifting chaff.

The broomstick her father bought for her was floating in front of her, but she didn't dare to ride it.

She lied - she didn't know how to ride a broom, but told her father she was so talented that when he asked her to use it to escape, she couldn't move an inch.

If he hadn't lied to his father, he wouldn't have wasted his last life trying to push her into the fireplace; if he had gotten up earlier, the abnormality of the horned camel could have been discovered early; if he hadn't lost his temper...

The transparent man who resisted the enemy in the living room was his father, and he practiced flying skills day and night, and even flew across the Atlantic Ocean, just to leave a peace of mind for his past self.

She fell into the sorrow of the cycle for ten years, the hand holding the broom was trembling, and the man supported her shoulders and sent her to the broom.

She recognized the person in front of her—Nelson Williams, the junior who left with the Winged Demon. She was annoyed more than once for his leaving without saying goodbye, but she never thought that her actions might would result in the death of a student.

She remembered the chase in Diagon Alley that day. She was obviously guilty, but she didn't dare and didn't want to admit that she was wrong.

But Jokunda's mood at this moment was completely occupied by nightmares, and the broom moved!She can change the ending!
"Go to your sister, Jojo."

Nelson's whispers sounded behind her. When 45:[-] came, his figure had turned into an amorphous thick fog, which was about to drift away slowly, but the white mist was bound in the sweater, maintaining a simple The human figure, but Nelson's voice became as ethereal as a mist.

"Go to Melissa Sykes, get on your broom, and go, don't make Daddy sad."

Jokunda held the broomstick wrapped in the lost mist, kicked her legs hard on the ground, and for the first time in more than ten years, she flew up in the cycle of dreams!
The scene in front of her changed rapidly as if in fast forward. She crossed the mountains and crossed the ocean, repeating the pioneering flying feats of the year, until she hovered over a high mountain surrounded by dense fog that Nelson was familiar with.

Mount Greylock, the highest mountain in Massachusetts, is where Ilvermorny runs its schools.

But she didn't stop, getting farther and farther away from the mountains, and lower and lower.

Jokunda flew to the foot of the mountain in confusion. In an ordinary house, an old man and a lady were sitting opposite each other across a tea table, and they didn't notice the unexpected visitor outside the window at all.

Two missing Hogwarts professors - former Headmaster Armando Dippet and former Charms Professor Melissa Sykes.

"Thank you, Jojo..."

The lost mist that wrapped Jokunda dissipated, and the second half of the sentence was swallowed by the wind, and the young girl fell to the ground holding Xixiu.

In her room, the alarm clock that lost its spring and continued to move finally stopped its hands, and the time remained at 45:[-].

Everything turns white until nothingness.

Jokunda lifted off the damp and cold quilt and woke up from the moldy hard board bed. The steel iron in her arms was the only warmth she had. Her pillow was soaked, and she didn't know whether it was tears or sweat, and it might even be from that place. Raindrops from a broken window.

Sniffing and licking her cheek, Jokunda wiped it with her hands, and it was wet. She always felt empty in her heart. She reached out to touch the neckline and pulled out the still shiny spring, which made her feel relieved.

"Don't spit!"

She crossed her hips and said angrily, he didn't know what he dreamed about last night, but she was used to it, but the dream last night seemed a little different.

A burning pain spread from her little finger all over her body. She lowered her head, but there was nothing there.

……

"How's it going, Gnar?"

"I agree with your evaluation, Tom." Nelson touched the top of his head. There was no hat there, only a bunch of bristling hair. "I am really good at finding people."

(End of this chapter)