My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 39 Back to School
"How do you say 'hello' in Parseltongue?"

"hiss~"

"Goodbye?"

"ssssssssssssssss"

"Is there any difference?"

"Listen carefully, study hard, and try it yourself."

"Sssssssssssssssssss."

"Nar? Why did you scold me?"

"Didn't I say 'hello'?"

"Well, I think we might as well learn Parseltongue next time we have a chance, what do you think?"

"I couldn't agree more."

On a cold winter night, Nelson and Tom walked from the moonlit suburbs to the gloomy city. It seemed no different from when they came. However, in the pipeline under their feet, a large black snake was slowly following.

Contrary to what Nelson had always believed, Nagini was a viper, not a python, and the way she likes to hang her prey to eat is not because she has no fangs. Deliberately keeping herself away from the habit of snakes-in the depths of her soul, she still considers herself a human being, but sadly, the magic power stolen from her body by the blood curse has accumulated to the highest level, and her body has completely turned into a snake. snake, and cannot be reversed.

……

"It doesn't matter, Gnar is very good at Transfiguration, he will help you get back to normal." On the empty platform underground, Tom stroked Nagini's big head lying on the ground, and said softly, he was rarely interested in this The aliens in the snake have a sense of identity, "you need to pay me an owl at that time."

Nelson saw Nagini's huge eyes closed. Snakes have no lacrimal glands, but he could clearly see a tear squeezed out of the gap between the closed membranes and fell down his cheeks to the ground, echoing in the silent void. With the sound of dripping water.

"She's too lonely." Nelson thought, as a human being, she must be disdainful of gnawing on the rotten corpses of prey with fangs like her own kind. She must be used to living in isolation, and as a person, she can see She can hear but can't speak, there are countless voices in her heart but it is difficult to express, and a person who cannot communicate with the outside world is trapped in a lonely wandering snake body. This is too cruel.At a time like this, a human who mastered Parseltongue might be the only light in her dark life.

"I'll find a way. Even if I can't, Dumbledore can." Nelson couldn't help but put his hand on Nagini's head and stroked it gently. Her skull was hard and angular, but the scales were Cold and smooth, "Wizards have Animagus, and it would not be difficult for snakes to become human."

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Nagini opened his eyes, and the entire snake body even trembled slightly.

"Do you know Dumbledore? Then you must know his mastery in Transfiguration." Nelson said optimistically, "It's not a big problem."

Tom and Nagini told her story for Nelson while the spotted owl seemed to have been left behind.

"Hi..." Nelson sucked in a breath, "I was cursed with blood, is the person close to me still a silent one?"

"But why don't you write?"

He felt that he had said something out of place, because when the words just fell, the whole cave fell silent.

……

"Why did you two come back!" Bella stood with her arms on her hips, wearing a thick padded coat, angrily standing at the door of the house waiting for the two of them, "Don't look at what time it is! Do you know that the streets have been chaotic recently? Your uncle almost went to the police!"

"Sorry, Aunt Bella." Tom apologized sincerely, they could have been home before twelve o'clock, but it took too much energy to open the abandoned mailbox with the shopping results hidden, "Let's get down. I will tell you in advance."

"Is there another time?" Bella's raised eyebrows almost flew into the sky, "Will you stay home at night next time? If you don't go home before twelve o'clock, there will be vampires growing up. They attacked you in the alley, don't you know?!"

"Actually a vampire—" Nelson closed his mouth obediently when he saw Bella staring into his eyes.

"Come in." She waved her arms angrily, "You guys all arrived earlier than you guys. It's not that I don't want you to go out to play, but you have to pay attention to safety. Your mother has only one son, and it's so different now. cold……"

"Tom!" Turning her head to catch Tom winking at Nelson, Bella burst into anger again, "So do you!"

Tom bowed his head and followed Bella into the house, and the scolding sounded warm to him.

"You go to the fireplace to warm up first," Bella turned and entered the kitchen. "I'll get you some milk. Gnar! Go and tell your uncle that you're back!"

Tom rushed to help, and Nelson put down the large and small bags and went upstairs.

"Nar, you are back."

Pushing the door open, Jonas' room was filled with smoke, and Nelson coughed. Through the smoke in the room, Nelson saw Jonas sitting on the chair in front of the desk, wearing an old tartan coat writing at desk.Hearing someone push the door open, he pushed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, turned around and squinted at the person who came.

"Sorry, uncle."

"It doesn't matter, I liked to play more than you when I was a child. At that time, I went to explore the abandoned mines in the Ruhr area. I stayed in it for two days with the neighbor's children." Jonas took off the gold glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. , rubbing his temples with both hands, his face full of exhaustion, "Sit down, wait until I finish writing this manuscript."

Instead of sitting down, Nelson walked behind Jonas and helped him rub his shoulders hard.

"Ah... so comfortable, Gnar, when was the last time you rubbed my shoulders?" He leaned back in the chair and relaxed the muscles in his shoulders.

"It was two years ago, and you seldom go home after that." Nelson's technique was very skillful. As he pressed, he helped his uncle brush the soot from his shoulders, "I will press you more often in the future."

"Hahaha," Jonas laughed, but was choked by his own laughter and coughed, Nelson hurriedly put his hand on his back and patted it lightly, "I don't mean to blame you, you have grown up , I've gone to school, this kind of opportunity will be less and less in the future!"

"No." Seeing that my uncle stopped coughing, Nelson continued to squeeze his shoulders again, "It's time for you to quit smoking."

"Your aunt always said that, but how can you quit if you want to?"

"Should take a little less time." Nelson glanced at the beginning of the manuscript. "Is this going to be a war?"

"Yeah..." Jonas picked up the cigarette that had not been completely extinguished in the ashtray with a melancholy expression, took a deep breath, and said, "I have traveled to many places in Europe in the past two years, The situation is getting tense."

"So does the wizarding world," Nelson agreed.

"Actually, I have given the newspaper no less than ten warnings about war warnings." Jonas opened his mouth and exhaled the smoke he inhaled, forming a thin plume of smoke, "but the editor-in-chief has reviewed the manuscript, but They always get shot down at the end, and they say such manuscripts are not good for harmony among nations."

"Probably only Chamberlain feels harmonious!" he sighed with a wry smile, "I just went to Poland last month, you know? It's full of Germans, and the streets are full of sneaky Germans! Now everyone is I feel like I'm talking a fool's dream, or I'm promoting the stuff of my hometown."

"Uncle..." Nelson knew that the war was coming, but he didn't know how to speak. After a long silence, he supported Jonas' shoulders, as if to put all his weight on, and said softly, "You may If you don’t believe me, we have learned divination, and we are indeed going to fight, so we must be careful.”

"Don't worry." Jonas put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

Feeling the roughness from the back of his hand, Nelson put away his wild thoughts and just silently clenched the elder's shoulder.

"To be honest, you have always given me peace of mind, and even stopped acting like a child a long time ago." Jonas turned his head and said with relief, "I won't say more about protecting myself, you are good Boy, you know this better than I do."

"I wrote a letter to the friends my father and I once shared, and if they were the same people as you, they would definitely write to you." Jonas patted his hand on the shoulder vigorously, "If one day ,I--"

"I mean if," seeing Nelson's reproachful expression, he shook his head with a smile and continued, "if one day I'm gone, you go to them, and they will definitely help you!"

Bella downstairs called Nelson to drink milk, breaking the depressing atmosphere in the room, "Go." Jonas saw off with a smile.

"This year, no one can be alone." Jonas turned his head and stopped his nephew who was opening the door to leave, and said seriously, "I still hope that you can become an editor, or help me achieve my goal of becoming a poet. dream."

……

"Didn't you sleep last night?" Tom handed a bottle of unscrewed cucumber juice.

On the Hogwarts Express early the next morning, Nelson had been in low spirits.

"No, I was just thinking about something." Nelson leaned against the window and looked out at the barren meadows and fields. Their luggage was packed by the train. Only he had a camera around his neck. Bella thought he needed it more. It (Jonas: Magic is so convenient, so convenient that it will degrade my photography skills, you can use it!), he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression lifted, "Oh! in my photo bag, let me see."

He took out the photo as if in a hurry to change the subject, but fell silent after seeing it.

"What's wrong?" Tom leaned over to look at the photo.

This is a photo that doesn't look like it should have been taken in an orphanage. The children in the image are all smiles, with a sumptuous Christmas dinner on their table and a few children sitting next to them. A stranger who looks similar to them, Mrs. Cole is sitting in the middle of the photo, her hands are clasping the hands of a strange man. The happiness that seems to overflow on paper is incompatible with the real situation.

"I don't remember this picture being like this." Tom looked closer, looking closely.

(End of this chapter)