My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 45 Aberforth: Are you sure you're not looking for me to top the tank?
"Albus! We really need to have a good talk!"

Even though the corridors and offices are covered with thick carpets, the high-heeled shoes hitting the ground are extremely loud, and the high-pitched female voice suppressing anger is even louder than the high-heeled shoes.

"We must have a good talk! Why do you keep avoiding me!"

The door to the office was slammed open, and a woman sounded indignantly bursting in.

"You actually! To hide from me! You went outside for Christmas! You dare to cause trouble, are you so afraid of trouble? Albus!"

Nelson heard the voice and felt a little familiar. He stood up and looked at the door. Within a thousandth of a second, he lowered his head from his heart, and bowed his head to say hello, doing a standard wizard ritual like a textbook.

"Professor Sykes, Merry Christmas."

"Oh, Nelson." Only then did Sykes notice a person sitting in the chair opposite Dumbledore, which made her agitated, so she could only soften her expression and say hello, "You too, Merry Christmas."

Nelson stood there, looking at Aberforth, feeling that he had made a mistake in being here.

"Oh, that's right, Nelson." Professor Sykes looked down and saw Nelson still standing there, frowned, thought for a moment, raised his arm and took off a piece of silver chain that had been wrapped around his index finger, and asked Nelson to stretch He took the shot and put it in his palm, "Your spells class is very good. I have finished reading the mid-term essay. This is a reward for good students, and it can also be regarded as your Christmas gift."

Professor Sykes stared at Nelson with loving eyes, but she couldn't hold back her murderous aura when she entered the door. Nelson could even clearly see the words on her face: "Why don't you get out?"

She finally looked at Aberforth, who had turned into an older brother, who was sitting behind the desk with a calm face, but had no idea what was going on.

"Ah, hello!" Aberforth grinned and showed his white teeth, like a mentally handicapped child who failed the treatment at St. Mungo's, raised his arms and swayed weakly, "What wind is blowing you? Just sit down, what would you like to drink?"

Professor Sykes is a tall, mature woman with straight facial features. She usually wears black hair tightly tied into a bun at the back of her head, wears a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, and wears a uniform black wizard all year round. robe.When she came today, although she also had her hair in a bun, there were a few strands of blue silk scattered on her forehead and temples. She also did not wear glasses. Although she still wore the same black wizard robe, she did not have any of the small accessories that were carefully matched on it. Wearing it, it looks sloppy - it seems that in order to block Dumbledore, she doesn't care about these details at all.

"Albus, I found that you are really good at pretending to be a fool." Her tone had calmed down, she stood beside Nelson with her arms folded, and said coldly, "Sit whatever you want? Where do you want me to sit? Are you sitting on the ground? ?"

"Professor Sykes, sit here." Nelson shrank, trying to make himself look smaller, moving small steps to make room for her, "I won't bother you, I have something else to do. , just-"

"Wait, Nelson. Our business is not over yet!" Aberforth finally showed a normal expression. He stared at Nelson and stopped Nelson. The two of them had an unimaginable moment. eye contact:

"What do you want to do? Are you going to run!"

"I don't want to go into this muddy water, I'm just a child!"

"I don't even know what Albus did! This woman is like crazy, believe it or not, she'll attack me the moment you go out."

"But what does this have to do with me? Mr. Aberforth, you have no reason to let an innocent passerby accompany you to suffer this inexplicable pain."

"Who knows if you and Albus colluded to frame me, so you were waiting here!"

"I really don't know what happened, I just know that if I don't go now, I may be corporally punished by the teacher right away. Goodbye, Mr. Aberforth, I wish you happiness."

"Wait, at least tell me what happened—"

Nelson blinked and cut off the call unilaterally. He saluted Aberforth and Professor Sykes sloppily, and moved lightly and swiftly towards the door.

"Nelson, ask the kitchen to make a pot of tea and get some biscuits ready for delivery later." Aberforth stopped Nelson a second before he closed the door. "The kitchen is in the Hufflepuff lounge. Opposite, by the way, you bring it up yourself."

"Brother, you're out!" The headless armor standing at the door stopped Nelson, who slammed the door shut, although the noise he made by slamming the door was still far less than that of Professor Sikes, "Excuse me, Put my head back."

Nelson picked up the full armor helmet that had fallen across the corridor. I really don't know how Aberforth kicked it from the fireplace to this side... He held the helmet and installed it on Brother Armor's head. The position of the full-face armor's mouth was still moving and chattering: "To be honest, I can put my head back on my own, but you know, I can't scare the students who pass by... Besides, this kid Aberforth kicked me. Came out face down! I can't see, I don't know where I am. If a suit of armor crouches down and feels where his head is, you know, this scene looks so stupid, it makes me look like a Armor with questionable intelligence."

"Ah, yes." Nelson took out his wand while resetting the helmet, wondering if he could change the buckle to make his helmet and body more closely connected, if he could stop the visor by the way and make him speechless , it couldn't be better.

The armor was still chattering, and his thoughts had diverged to the heroic deeds that blocked Merlin's two powerful spells.

"Okay, man, I'll go first." Nelson eventually added a snap to the back of the armor's neck, enough to keep his head firmly on his neck -- if he had one, "Aberfolk Let me get something and come to see you later."

"This kid just likes to support people. I think he will become a big fat man who can't wear me sooner or later." The faint voice of the armor drifted to Nelson's ear, who was going downstairs. Said, "I think no one should be willing to wear armor."

Through the long and empty corridors, the randomly moving stairs, and the activity room with singing and dancing, Nelson finally reached the corridor where the Hufflepuff's lounge was located.Strangely, he didn't see the door to the Hufflepuff lounge here, nor the kitchen, he could only see the same hanging pictures on the walls as everywhere else in Hogwarts, and a pile of wood. The barrels are placed in the stone trough at the end of the corridor. It is more like a storage facility with rich traces of life. The air is filled with a sour smell of grain fermentation. I don’t know if the barrels contain vinegar or spoiled. liquor.

Nelson is in a bit of trouble. He can't say that he knows little about Hufflepuff. It can be said that he doesn't know anything. In fact, he only knows that the people here are very friendly. 's college.Nelson looked around the walls of the corridor. There was no one in the portraits around, and he couldn't ask. In order to avoid going the wrong way again, he decided to wait for the people in the portraits to come back and ask them clearly before going to the kitchen.

So he walked to the pile of barrels, saw that the barrels in the second row seemed to be relatively smooth, and sat on it.

However, before the butt was hot, there was a burst of energy from the wooden barrel leaning on the back, and accompanied by a knocking sound, a loud shout came from the barrel: "Hey! Is there anyone! Who blocked the door of the lounge? stay!"

"Wait! I'm here-" Hearing the sound of the countdown before breaking the door, Nelson hurriedly got up and stepped aside, just as he ducked, with the sound of "Boom", including his sitting The lids of the four rows of barrels, including the barrels that were still on, flew up and smashed hard on the huge still life painting hanging on the opposite wall. One of them hit the frame and bounced back, hitting the barrel that had just been opened. On the head of the witch who came out.

"Oh! I knew it!" She squatted down, clutching her forehead.

"Are you all right!" Nelson hurried over to support the Hufflepuff witch. "Sorry, I didn't know the Hufflepuff lounge was here. I blocked the door and you—"

"It's okay, it's not your fault, I'm used to it." The witch took away her hand and took out a small bottle from her pocket tremblingly, "Bai Xian, help me apply it on my forehead, thank you."

Nelson found the small bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap, poured some white powder into the cap, and stabilized the witch's head. When he saw a large bag, he took a deep breath, and sprinkled the powder on it as quickly as possible. He took a piece of gauze handed over by the witch, pressed it on the wound, and helped her sit on the bucket next to him.

When she recovered, Nelson began to apologize again, and she waved, stood up and twisted her neck.

"It's okay, I'm the kind of physique that's prone to accidents but can't get hurt." She was tall, wearing a poorly tailored wizard robe, which seemed to be cut on purpose, with tattered left on it. There are many holes, and a large gold chain with a solid texture hangs around her neck. Her face is a healthy wheat color, but the skin on her wrists and shoulders and neck is very fair. The most unusual thing is that she has a dirty braid.

"Oh! You were that senior in Professor Sykes' fireplace that night." Nelson regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He had just been injured because he blocked the door, and he should have talked about her embarrassing things by himself.

"That night?" She knitted her brows as she recalled, and suddenly smiled as if remembering something. After holding the gauze with her left hand, she stretched out her free right hand to Nelson, "Then we are very destined to have a good life. Meet me, my name is Jokunda Sykes."

　Chapters 35-44 have typos, grammatical errors, etc. corrected.

　　
　
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