My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 50 The Prophet on the Train

"Nelson, I didn't expect you to be a prophet!"

On the train back to school, Alphard excitedly pushed open the door of the compartment, awakening Nelson, who was sleeping by the window.

"Why do you look so unmotivated? Today is the first day of the new semester, you should be happy." Alphard looked enthusiastic, and sat down next to Nelson, spreading the newspaper in his hand on the small table .

"Am I still awake?" Nelson rubbed his forehead, opened his swollen eyes, glanced at Alphard who was beside him, and turned his head out of the window again, "What do you want to do this time? Go on with the knife. Prophet?"

"What are you talking about? Confused?" Alphard sat closer again, making room for his sister, who was following behind him, and looked at Tom on the opposite side, "What's wrong with him? Why does he look so uninspired? ."

"I don't know, maybe it's jet lag." Tom closed the book in his hand and put it on Christian's lap, who was sitting next to him. "It's really enviable, you are so energetic every day."

"Why is there a jet lag from the Czech Republic to the UK?" Christian smiled while holding Tom's book in his arms.

It had been a whole year since they last took the train that was specially designed to carry Hogwarts freshmen. Unlike the turbulent dark tide in the magic world, Hogwarts life this year could even be called calm. , Headmaster Armando Dippet is still missing, and the affairs of the school are handled by the three deans who assist Aberforth in disguise as Dumbledore, and his performance in Dumbledore's position is surprisingly good , not only the management of the school is well-organized, but also the teaching work has not fallen behind. In the words of the students, this year's Professor Dumbledore is more approachable than ever, and even in the teaching of life, compared to his brother, Ah The justice of Bufoss seems to be closer to the ordinary people who are stuffed with several wagons, and it is easier to be understood and recognized by the common people like us.

As Tom said, they had just returned from the Czech Republic. In fact, Jonas had been preparing for this summer trip since he received Nelson's letter last year. When the two returned home from vacation, they took out their transcripts. At the same time, Jonas was the first to put the five tickets on the coffee table.

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"You don't need to read the transcript. I believe your grades will not be bad under my teaching." Jonas helped Tom and Nelson take off their coats and smiled nonchalantly, "Seriously, If you fail, that's a surprise for me."

"What did you say? When did you teach them, do you know how to cast spells?" Bella tapped her husband's forehead and said to the two with a smile, "The report card has already been sent home, Jonas. After reading the report card, I was so happy that I couldn’t sleep for two days, and even went to the West City Orphanage to invite Mrs. Cole to dinner. If she didn’t go, he would drag me around the door of her office every day.

"Pfft--" A long-haired girl came downstairs, her black hair was waist-length, and her black eyes looked bright.

"Christian?" Nelson looked at the girl who came, and said uncertainly. Compared with last Christmas, she seemed to have changed a lot. She wondered if a stable life gave her time to take care of herself. She looked clean. Much prettier, wearing a simple but fitted linen skirt, more like a girl, "How did your hair grow so fast?"

"Maybe this is magic?" Christian raised his hand, grabbed a strand of hair that fell to his chest, and twisted it around his little finger. Nelson blinked, wondering if it was because she had an inexplicable affection for Tom. She even looks a lot like Tom now, like a female version of Tom Riddle with long hair, a dress, and softer features.

Nelson blinked, and the sense of discord quickly disappeared, a terrifying hallucination.

"Although I don't know how to cast spells, I will take care of witches." Jonas grabbed Bella's hand and wrapped it in both hands, blinking, "I heard you say that Chris is a little witch, and she will enter school this year. , Mrs. Cole also said that she likes you very much, and I will take her home for a few days and show her the books on Nall's shelf."

Christian walked downstairs, not seeing the irritability and sharpness of a small beast when she first met. She smiled and nodded at the two of them, "Brother Tom, Brother Nelson."

Nelson leaned forward and touched her head. Tom, who pretended to be a sculpture with a stiff face, couldn't stand the gazes of Christian and Nelson, and reluctantly reached out and lightly tapped her bangs, which was considered a greeting. .

"See if she looks like a little English lady now. This is the result of my good teaching." Jonas proudly touched Bella's hand to his mouth and kissed gently, which made Bella's face flushed red. He pulled out his hand and slapped him on the back, he raised one hand to block, and the other wrapped around Bella's waist, showing white teeth to Nelson and Tom, "You don't need to pack up your boxes, just carry them away. Well, the five of us will go on vacation to the Czech Republic this summer."

"Nal." Bella suddenly held down Nelson's hand that was reaching for the box, "You can't bring your clothes back without washing, right? You don't want your middle-aged aunt to help you do the laundry, right?"

"How could that be? How can you say that you are middle-aged?" Nelson held the handle of the suitcase tightly, showing a bright smile with eight teeth, "Although you are my aunt, you don't look much older than me. How many."

"Don't teach them something good!" Bella began to slap Jonas on the back again, muttering, "Let them be slick! Slick!"

The cruise ship departed from the port of London, steamed into the North Sea with a whimper, landed in Poland via the Baltic Sea, and then turned overland from Poland to the Czech Republic.

Although the United Kingdom is a European country, it is far away from the continental shelf after all. It seems that it is difficult for the wind and clouds rolling on the European continent to cross the English Channel and reach here. Only when you really set foot in the hinterland can you smell the tense air that pervades Europe.Take this trip as an example, Poland is filled with a strange jubilation and optimism. Their troops even stationed in the hinterland of the Czech Republic, riding on the heads of the Czech people and showing off their power, euphemistically, they are escorting the Polish people who are traveling to Prague. , has actually occupied a large swathe of territory in neighboring countries.

"Uncle, are they really equipped with more than 100 German armored divisions?" On the train to Prague, Nelson looked around at the Polish soldiers who were drinking and bragging. It's not what I imagined."

"The Poles also believed the news in their newspapers." Jonas rested on Bella's shoulder and sipped the small iron bottle of vodka sold on the train, "If there were really a hundred German armored divisions, they would attack by surprise. It should not be the Czech Republic, they should go to occupy Germany and the Soviet Union at the same time.”

"Isn't there so many Polish soldiers in Prague?" Christian asked worriedly in the back row.

"Hopefully not." Tom next to him squinted at the alcoholics around him, "Then why are we on vacation, they are really disgusting."

"Oh, after half a year, you're finally sick of something again." Nelson handed Christian a newspaper, "It shouldn't be, you read what they said in the paper, 'For a long and great friendship with our neighbors, we Commit to not interfering in the internal affairs of the Chekhin area after taking it back'."

"Who cares, whoever occupied the Czech Republic, what does it have to do with us tourists?"

"Yes, if I say it, it's Poland's turn next."

"Don't forget, you made a prophecy last year."

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"So, Nelson, can you really predict?" Walburga sat upright beside his brother, with his hands crossed on his knees, like a real lady, who couldn't see that the train full of cars was looking for Tom at all. Feeling a sense of urgency, she secretly twisted her neck, raised her chin and looked at Tom, "Tom, did Nelson usually make any predictions?"

"No, I only know that he was very good at predicting the way he died in the prophecy class, and he was imaginative, and it was only this time." Tom raised his foot, kicked lightly, and sat across from him and looked out the window. Nelson, whose thoughts have drifted away, "Ask you, you haven't woken up yet!"

"Ah?" Nelson's consciousness was disturbed by several dreams, and he was a little confused. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. You perform one, Alphard, look at the headline of the Daily Prophet in your hand, listen up."

Alphard put aside the stack of newspapers, coded them one by one on the small table, and placed the relevant news pages upward. Several people around leaned forward and looked at the headlines. Christian couldn't hide his curiosity, and put Tom book on the chair and stood up.

"Okay? Listen carefully." Nelson's distorted voice squeezed out from under his arms, still weak, "Germany launched a blitzkrieg war on Poland, and the Polish defense line was completely defeated the next day; the new weapons of the German Muggle army were enough to kill wizards, The expatriates in Europe, please withdraw to the UK as soon as possible; Poland has broken the French record and became the fastest country in the world to lose the war..."

"Really! It's true!" Alphard danced excitedly. "You really are a prophet! Nelson! You really are a prophet!"

"Have you read the newspaper before?" Tom was also shocked. He thought the bet last Christmas was a joke. He just stood out from the other 360 four people... Who would have thought that Nelson could actually predict, he shook his head looking at the note on the footer of the newspaper, asked himself, "No, this is the first batch printed today Special issue, which Gnar has never seen before."

(End of this chapter)