My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 47 Albus Dumbledore sits at his desk with a smile as if everything is under control

"Jokunda, you really know house-elves."

Nelson, holding a wooden box with tea in his arms, went up the stairs with Jokunda, through the towers, corridors and halls of Hogwarts. Although Christmas has passed, the festive atmosphere is still hidden in the festival that has not been completely cleaned up. Decorating, "They'd have to make breakfast all over again without you."

"It's okay, after all, the Hufflepuff lounge is next to the kitchen." Jokunda yawned, ripping the gauze off his forehead and stuffing it under the saddle of a bronze statue of a knight by the roadside, "Besides they're actually quite It's common, they are responsible for the hygiene of the entire castle, but you generally don't pay attention to it."

Soon, the two came to the door of Dumbledore's office. Seeing that Nelson was not alone, the armor shook slightly and stopped moving.

"Dumbledore, you can't think she's a spy just because she's been to America, she's a Hogwarts student!" Even through the thick solid wood door, Professor Sykes's voice echoed clearly in the In the hallway, "You can have an opinion on me, I know, you've never wanted to see me, you're Albus Dumbledore after all! But why would you—"

Professor Sykes's voice fell, and she seemed to attack Aberforth with a different topic than at the beginning. Out of instinctual curiosity, Nelson's ear got closer and closer to the door.

"Don't listen, she's talking about me." Qiao Kunda took out the wrapping paper of the purple cabbage-flavored bubblegum from her pocket, spit the remaining bubblegum in her mouth and sealed it, and looked around. Looking around, she saw the armor standing straight at the door of the office. She lifted the visor off the armor and threw the wrapped bubblegum in with a casual look. Nelson saw the armor shaking again.

"Strange, why is this armor moving?" Jokunda tapped on the breastplate suspiciously, and there was an echo of "bang bang".

"Maybe it's been too long." Nelson also stepped forward and knocked on his good brother.

"Wait for the tea, slow down, please!" Nelson heard the armor's whisper, "Aberforth said, yes, can you help me get rid of that garbage in my body by the way when I'm done."

"What voice, Nelson, did you hear anyone talking?" Jokunda put her hand to her ear in confusion, and listened.

"No, maybe you heard it wrong." Nelson shrugged. "Or maybe you're a Parseltongue and can hear the murmur of the basilisk hidden in the Slytherin sanctuary in the Hogwarts Chamber."

"No problem," Nelson whispered into the armor's ear.

"That's a good idea, I'll write it down later." Jokunda nodded, looking like he liked the joke.

"By the way, are you going to the United States to study abroad?"

"No." Jokunda shook his head, "I smuggled in."

"?"

"Ride a broom across the Atlantic."

Before Nelson could digest the news that was enough to shock him for a whole year, the door of the office opened slowly from the inside. Aberforth seemed to be unable to withstand Professor Sykes. His voice came from the office, revealing With a sense of relief, "Our tea seems to have arrived, Melissa, sit down and rest for a while, I believe you are tired too."

Nelson didn't know what had happened during the time he had gone to the kitchen, he only felt that the air in the room was now heavier than the thickest cream of bisque, and that near-substantial embarrassment was coming from the door. He escaped outside the door, and stretched out his claws to wrap him.

Nelson bit his head and shrank into the office, with Jokunda following behind him.

"Oh? Jokunda?" asked Aberforth uncertainly, as if he had just heard of the student from Professor Sykes.

"Are you treating everyone else as a fool? Albus!" Professor Sykes couldn't hold back anymore, she patted the armrest of the chair forcefully, and said heavily, "Pretend you don't know her now?! "

"Ah, Melissa, you have to calm down, after all you said, I haven't seen her in person before." Aberforth winked wildly at Nelson, and he tried his best to look like "Albus Dumbledore" Sitting in front of the desk with a smile as if everything is under control", "Nelson, can I trouble you to pour us four cups of tea? I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Nelson worked hard, making his already hard scalp even harder. In front of the three of them, in silence, he gently placed the wooden box on the desk, and took out trays and teacups from the inside. , spoons, and wooden boxes with candied sugar cubes and other gadgets, and put them into the matching box one by one. His movements were extremely slow, as if he had experienced the simple task of pouring tea. The enjoyment of art.

He placed four small porcelain plates painted with blue and white in the middle of the four sides of the desk, and placed four teacups of the same material and color in the middle of the porcelain plate, with the handles facing the same direction... After a series of dragging After endlessly confusing operations, his imagination was finally emptied, and the four teacups were filled with just the right amount of tea.

"Cough cough." Sitting opposite Aberforth, Professor Sykes, who had not spoken for a long time, broke the silence.

"I hope Aberforth doesn't treat me badly when it's over." Nelson closed his eyes, preparing for Professor Sykes' hurricane.

"Cough cough." Professor Sykes said softly, took a sip from his teacup, "Nelson, I was the one who blamed you before."

"Sorry, Professor Sykes." Nelson's mind hadn't turned the corner.

"I mean, I didn't expect you to be such a person full of life flavor." Professor Sykes nodded, "Although the subject I teach is Charms, I don't actually want these life-filled activities to be taught by Wands or servants to do it, I think the hands of wizards should touch their lives."

"Clap clap clap!"

Aberforth clapped his hands vigorously and complimented, "Melissa, your attitude to life alone is enough for me to learn for a lifetime, I think—"

"Albus," Professor Sykes said, frowning, interrupting his possibly more awkward compliment. "Honestly, I think you're really weird tonight."

"What's wrong?" Aberforth folded his arms on the table, rested his chin, and said "Albus Dumbledore sitting at his desk smiling as if everything was under control" looks like.

"Don't you think you've been talking nonsense to me all night?" Mrs. Sykes' eyebrows looked like they were about to knit together, like a dean of Muggle learning staring at the grades Like the old hind legs of the old man, "I even suspect that you cast an oblivion spell on yourself, if it wasn't for you—"

"Alright, alright!" Aberforth quickly waved his hand to beg for mercy, he turned to face Jokunda, who was bored sitting at the table and had finished two cups of tea, and said sternly, "Jokunda Sykes, The information provided by Professor Kees is somewhat different from what I know, and I hope to get your own opinion from you."

"Okay." Jokunda put down the teacup, leaned back in the chair, and looked at Dumbledore. "Because you are Director Wizengamore."

"In the summer of [-], when you were in fifth grade, you used to fly across the Atlantic on a broomstick to the east coast of the United States controlled by Grindelwald, didn't you?"

"I was flying across the Atlantic on a broomstick, but I was actually in fourth grade at the time, and the second half of what you said didn't really matter, because America was across the Atlantic, didn't it?"

"I have to say, that's really a feat." Aberforth placed his left hand slightly bent on the table, his right hand lightly patted the back of his left hand, with Dumbledore's face looking very inconsistent, but Not surprisingly, it seems that Dumbledore applauds at times like this.

"Thank you." Jokunda nodded, his cheeks flushed, "That's what I thought at the time, I like flying very much, I heard that a wizard was going to challenge the first time to fly over the Atlantic on a broom, but he prepared for a long time, and he still Bringing a team that can rescue him at any time."

"Well, I've heard that there are actually quite a few people in that team who actually smuggled in." Aberforth nodded, motioning her to continue.

"I didn't think his well-prepared adventure was an adventure at all, so he rode his broom and set off." Jokunda's eyes were a little blurry, and the focus of her eyes had already drifted to that summer night in [-] , caught in the wind over the Atlantic Ocean, "I just wanted to try it out. I didn't expect him to fall into the sea halfway and delay for a while, and finally I arrived first."

"Albus," said Professor Sykes angrily, "a lot of newspapers have reported on this matter, and there are two pages in the Daily Prophet, and she knows it better than she herself. Why do you just read it? Can't you?"

"Professor Dumbledore." Jokunda's hands were tangled under the table, and she glanced at Professor Sykes who was fighting for her, her eyes were full of complex emotions, apologetic, trusting, fearful With even a hint of disgust, she raised her head and said expectantly, "I... Will I be expelled or even deported?"

"No." Aberforth shook his head. "Only the board of directors has the power to expel students. Besides, you were not exiled back then, so how could it be possible to reverse the old debt?"

Nelson noticed that the hope in Jokunda's eyes disappeared, and she seemed willing to be fired or even deported.

"But you're turning your back on old accounts now!" Professor Sykes said, "You're investigating a student who was only in the fourth grade! Albus, I know that your heart is in the magic world, so I dare not relax, but she only……"

"Nelson." Aberforth didn't respond to Professor Sykes' questions and pleas, he suddenly turned to look at Nelson, who was sitting on the side trying to hide himself, and asked, "Nelson, you should know Jokunda, right? What kind of person do you think she is?"

"Me?" Nelson suddenly felt that Aberforth was not loyal. He was about to succeed in stealth, but was caught out and fell short. "I think she is a very kind, adventurous, and charming person."

Jokunda bowed his head and grinned.

"Well." Aberforth lowered his head, thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Then why did you land at the meeting place of Getler Grindelwald and his followers?"

(End of this chapter)