My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 4 Bellatrix Nicklaus
Nelson and his party walked out of the orphanage, traversing the filthy streets of London, across two blocks, to a street that was more rundown than the usual London street, a nameless street in the suburbs of the West Side, standing silently on the side of the street. There are two rows of old, standard two-storey houses. These houses are very different from the styles that can be seen everywhere in London. Most of them have tall and steep sloping roofs. Style, if clean and tidy, this should be a pleasant neighborhood to live in.

There are sloppy-faced men talking in French everywhere on this street, and occasionally weary women hurried past. When the three of Nelson came from the corner, some people on the side of the road nodded to Nelson, and more people nodded. Staring at Dumbledore warily.

They came to a door. Compared with other neighbors, this family lived a much more refined life. The doors and windows were carefully cleaned, and the lawn in front of the door was relatively neatly trimmed. The stuffed mailbox was engraved with the host's last name: Nicklaus.

Nelson stepped forward, pulled the doorbell, and there was a crisp metal knock, which seemed a little awkward in the whispering street. Soon, a thin woman in a black dress and an apron pushed open the door and crossed the lawn. Came to the front door and opened the door for them.

Seeing Nelson, she smiled in surprise, "Nar, don't you go to church today?" She stepped forward and bent over to hug Nelson, and saw Tom next to her, "Tom is here too, I made stew today. The dishes will be eaten later." She bent down and hugged Tom again, Tom looked awkward, hugged her stiffly, turned his face, and looked a little shy again.

She straightened up and looked at the strange man behind the two children: "Hello?"

"You must be Gnar's aunt, and I am Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "I am a teacher, and I have come to invite Mr. Williams and Mr. His friend, Mr. Riddle, went to our school and came here to ask for your advice as a relative."

"Ah... ok, please come in." She introduced the three of them into the room, "I'm Bellatrix Nicklaus, as you can see, I'm Gnar's aunt." She introduced, "Nal is the son of my sister Elizabeth."

"Hello, Mrs Nicklaus." Dumbledore saluted again.

"You said you were here to invite Gnar to read," Bella asked the three to sit down in the living room and poured out four sets of teacups. "Ah! I'm sorry." Out of the cup, some spilled on the table. She turned to the kitchen to get a rag, and the voice came from afar: "Then can I ask, what kind of school is this?"

"It's okay, ma'am." Dumbledore took a sip from his teacup and introduced the school where he worked for the third time today, "Our school is called Hogwarts, and this is a—"

"Pop—" Bella came out of the kitchen and the rag in her hand fell to the ground. She stared at Dumbledore in a stunned manner. Realizing the gaffe, she hurriedly covered the mouth opened in surprise with her right hand, and slowly Bending down and picking up the rag from the ground with his left hand, his eyes never took his eyes off Dumbledore. Nelson and Tom sat next to them, feeling the dignified air around them, making them uneasy.

"Mrs Nicklaus, you seem to know something about... Hogwarts...?" Dumbledore was also a little shocked. He felt that his day was spent in shock: he found two people in an orphanage. A talented young wizard, this lady who doesn't know magic seems to know about the magical world... He adjusted his expression: "Sorry, I mean, I think you seem..."

"Yeah, I know about Hogwarts," Bella put the rag in her hand on the shelf next to her and shook her head, as if to expel some unpleasant memory from her mind, "I know that in Gnar Someone will come to him when he grows up, and I thought it would be a letter from Beauxbatons - we moved from France to London, oh!" She turned to see Nelson and Tom listening intently to the story, seemingly again Feeling that it would be bad to let them know about these things, she said to Dumbledore, "Why don't we go to the study and talk! Let me put the table--" She picked up the rag that had just been placed on the shelf.

"Don't bother you!" Dumbledore took his wand out of his suit pocket and waved it towards the table, the tea stain on the table disappeared immediately, then he stood up and walked towards Bella, his teacup and Bella's teacup He also floated up with him, followed slowly behind him, occasionally clinking glasses.

Bella asked Nelson and Tom to have tea in the living room and led Dumbledore to the study.

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"Your aunt might be a witch!" Tom exclaimed excitedly as soon as they left.

"Impossible, she never used magic." Nelson flatly denied.

"Who knows? Dumbledore told me that wizards are against M... what's up with Muggles... Muggles are not allowed to use magic, so she probably never showed it to you, after all she wasn't sure you would Will be a wizard." Tom proudly flaunted the new words he had just learned before adding, "Muggles mean mortals."

"It's..." Nelson leaned against the pillow of the sofa and began to think about this possibility.

"Anyway, it's certain that your mother has magic power, I don't know." Tom also began to think about his own background, "My mother can't be magic, otherwise she wouldn't die like that."

"Not sure..." Nelson remembered Merope Gaunt's bloody love story.

"Then it must be my father," Tom said to himself, as if analysing Nelson and as if to himself, "they say my father has the same name as me, Tom Riddle, etc. I'm off to school, and I must find someone with that name..."

Tom narrowed his eyes and lay on the other pillow of the sofa, like Nelson, and began to imagine his magical life.

However, Nelson's thoughts drifted to some unknown place. He was full of curiosity about his biological parents, but his aunt only told him that he was a war orphan, so that he would cherish peace in the future, and never mentioned his life experience. Knowing that it was useless to ask questions, he could always resist the desire to ask questions, but this time Dumbledore's meeting with his aunt again aroused curiosity in his heart, and he was going to do the same thing with Tom.

"Tom, what kind of magic do you think we'll learn?" he asked Tom, who was lying beside him.

"I don't know, but I think magic should be omnipotent." Young Tom Riddle's black eyes brightened, "I think magic can help us gain power, gain honor, seize power, and prolong life. ...it must satisfy all our imaginations!"

"Tom..." Hearing Tom's response, Nelson was a little worried and called Tom's name weakly.

"What's the matter, Gnar? What about you? What magic do you want to learn?" Tom was excited, truly like a kid his age, who couldn't wait to express his unique talents.

"I... don't know if there is magic that travels through time and space."

"Do you want to be a traveler? That's cool too."

"Ah, maybe, I want to see some places. I've been in London for years."

"Hahanal, after learning magic, where can we go?"

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"Mrs. Nicklaus, I'm sorry, but I think you seem to..." Dumbledore, who had just entered the study, expressed his confusion to Bella.

"I'm just a normal person," Bella explained, "but my sister, Elizabeth Williams, is a witch and she and her husband entrusted Nalto to me 11 years ago and have not been heard from since. .I know that Gnar must be a wizard, but I thought he would be admitted to Beauxbatons, a magic school in France." She introduced Nelson's parents, "I thought your magic school admissions would follow the human principle, but I didn't expect it to be territorial. Principle.” Before marriage, she was a shrewd accountant.

"Yes ma'am, it is so." Dumbledore agreed, he did not understand what Bella was talking about, so he had to agree, "So, Mr. Nelson Wirtning Williams is Elizabeth William. The child of James and Mergan Wilttening?" He had just heard the familiar name.

"That's right! Those are the names of my sister and brother-in-law! You know them? They—" she said sharply and quickly, holding Dumbledore's sleeve tightly, then suddenly lowered her voice, seeming to be somewhat expectant and a little scared, He let go of Dumbledore's hand and swallowed the second half of his sentence.

"Sorry, Miss Williams." Dumbledore lowered his head and said in a heavy voice, "Your sister and brother-in-law died in the battle 11 years ago. They are all respectable people."

Bella's eyes darkened, and she stood there in a daze. Her thoughts drifted back to the two people who suddenly appeared at home 11 years ago. Her younger sister just looked at the child in the basket and smiled softly, as if she couldn't get enough of it. Her brother-in-law Smiling and confessing the child's name: "The child's name? Oh, my name starts with M, and the child can use N! Think about it later, it's not like I won't come back. There are so many people in Paris, how could I be stupid? What about fighting with the Dark Lord? Hahahaha!" Mergan seemed to be amused by his own idea, he smiled and said intermittently, "Bella, if I really die, let the child be named by Jonas, he He is a man of culture..."

Dumbledore looked at Bella guiltily, he knew that couple, they were the best of Beauxbatons, all because of the attack in Paris by his old friend in 1927, and all of this It's all on him, and in order not to cause more pain, he must find a way to end it all.

(End of this chapter)