My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 52 Bad news

"Hurry up." Aberforth urged. He led Nelson onto the small wooden boat on the edge of the Black Lake pier, and instructed Ogg to row to the other side. The small wooden boat was driven by magic to ride the wind and waves, giving the huge and A blade-like ripple was left on the calm Black Lake, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's alright, Professor Dumbledore." Ogg held the oars in one hand, and grabbed the shoulders of Nelson, who was a little unsteady due to the turbulence, and looked at the distant lake shrouded in mist, "What do you have to do directly? That's it."

"What's going on, Professor?" Nelson was a little dazed by Aberforth's appearance, and he was a little worried, hesitantly asked, and his tone gradually became sharp and sharp, "What's going on at my house? Is it? What happened to my aunt?!"

"Your aunt is all right, I'll tell you later on the train." Aberforth was sullen, unable to see the slightest thought from his expression, Nelson had to sink his breath and look at He cut through the water with the bow of the boat and shuttled through the fog. The closer he got to the shore, the more restless he became. He only felt a sharp rhythm in his ears piercing into his mind, as if his fingernails were running across a blackboard, and it was as if a plane was flying. The rusty gramophone was singing loudly. He suppressed his anxiety and covered his ears with his hands unconsciously.

"That's the mermaid's song." Ogg's voice sounded above Nelson's head. He looked up, and the look on Ogg's face was no less than that of Aberforth, and he murmured to himself, "What's the matter? They are normal. You can't sing on the water."

The harsh singing gradually faded away, and Nelson couldn't see the true face of the mermaid until the end, only to hear Aberforth in his ear constantly urging, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

I don't know how long it took, with the sound of "bang", the bow of the boat shook as if it hit a rock, and the rope piled on the bow flew up and stretched into the fog ahead, as if it was entangled in something. , and then towed the boat closer to the dock.

As soon as the boat came to a standstill, Aberforth grabbed Nelson's arm and jumped ashore. He greeted Oger in a hasty manner, and then took Nelson to the school gate without looking back and strode towards the school gate. Nelson had to trot. Following behind him, Aberforth took out a golden pocket watch to watch the time while walking, and then suddenly slowed down. Nelson didn't stop his speed and almost hit him on the back.

"Okay, let's go slowly." Aberforth handed the pocket watch to Nelson, looked at the school gate in front of him, and said softly to him, "The train has left, we don't have to worry."

"Mr. Aberforth—" Now it was Nelson's turn to be anxious. He heard the whistle from the far station and a steam slowly rising from the mountains. He didn't know what to do.

"It's okay," Aberforth put his arms around his shoulder and walked towards the school gate, but much slower. He patted Nelson's shoulder hard, bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, I'll take you Apparate in the past, and you can Apparate when you walk out of the school gate."

"Oh! Hogwarts—"

"That's right, Hogwarts doesn't allow Apparition, but once you leave the school gate, you lose your restraints, but..."

"What's the matter? Sir."

"It's nothing, I just don't want to take you there like this, I think you'd better go by train."

"But the train has left, and the next one will have to wait until tomorrow."

"Yes, so Nelson, tell me." Aberforth walked out of the Hogwarts gate with his arms around Nelson and asked in a deep voice, "Are you a strong boy?"

"Sir, I'm no longer a child." Nelson was still a little confused, but he had some bad guesses and his voice was low.

"That's great." Aberforth let go of his arms and grabbed his arm tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Nelson felt the darkness in front of him, and the pressure in all directions pressed against his body. He seemed to be immersed in invisible and intangible water in a void, and he was about to drown - the huge pressure separated his five senses, and he Feeling that his eyes, nose and ears were squeezed back into his body, like a description of jumping into a black hole in a book, he was pressed into a piece of dough, stretched into a piece of noodles, and then— —

He took a deep breath in the cold and turbid air around him, and the London smog that he inhaled in a single moment may be the amount of an average person for a week. Even if this feeling made him unable to breathe well, he still tried to open his throat and breathed greedily. Unclean air.

He opened his eyes and squeezed the tears from his cornea. Even though his vision was still blurred, he could see the general scene around him. He found himself in a room surrounded by bookshelves. The desk and the ground around the desk were scattered with manuscript papers, possibly due to oxidation. The dark red ink stains on the manuscript papers were extremely dazzling. On the chair beside the desk sat a woman in a black dress, her lips were completely untouched. Bloody, haggard, and two huge dark circles on the pale face are particularly eye-catching.

Nelson's consciousness returned to his body, and he came to his senses, knowing that he had experienced the first Apparition in his life.

"Aunt?" He whispered the name of the woman at the desk. She was clearly facing the two of them, but there was no response. He called again, a little louder.

"Huh?" The focus of Bella's eyes returned, she twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled reluctantly, "Nar, you're back."

"Yes, Aunt. What happened?" Nelson asked anxiously. He suddenly felt the heat in his palms, and his eyes moved with the thought. Forth's arm, he was too hard, the nails of the middle finger and thumb scratched Aberforth's sleeve, and even pierced his arm deeply, a warm blood was flowing down his palm. his wrist.

"Sorry sir." Nelson quickly let go and looked around for tissues and handkerchiefs.

"It doesn't matter." Aberforth took out his wand and wiped it on his arm, and the wound healed. He looked up at Bella, took off his hat and bowed, "Mrs. Nicklaus."

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Although Bella still couldn't react, she still tried to say hello when she looked at the man who came back with her nephew in front of her.

"Well, you could say the same, but I'm his younger brother, and my name is Aberforth." Aberforth said solemnly, buttoning his hat on his chest, "My condolences, Mrs. Nicklaus."

"Haha." Bella was in a trance for a second, then laughed, "You and your brother really look alike."

Aberforth didn't explain the potion or magic or anything, he just nodded and put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson asked loudly, his eyes widening. "Where's Uncle? Where's Uncle Jonas? I've come to him to promise my razor!"

"Nar..." Bella held on, stood up, walked in front of her nephew, bent down and wanted to hug him.

"Don't...don't come here!" Nelson stepped back. Jonas had sent the three of them to the train station this morning. Even if he saw Bella at first glance, he knew what was going on, but he just didn't want to. Believe it, as long as he doesn't admit it, things won't happen. He backed away in a panic, avoiding his aunt's arms, shouting, "Uncle! Jonas! Where are you?! This joke is not fun. !"

"Nelson!" Aberforth dragged him back by the back of his neck and yelled, "What did you tell me at the school gate! Now that you're the only aunt left, do you still want to? Do you want her to comfort you?"

Nelson stayed where he was, and after a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, he opened his arms, not like a child thrown into the arms of an elder, but wrapped Bella in his arms.

Aberforth saw this scene, turned his back to face the bookshelf, lowered his head and took off his glasses, and Bella, the woman who was smilingly greeting Aberforth just now, was sitting on top of her nephew who was taller than herself. In his arms, weeping silently.

"Ding dong—" The doorbell rang, Aberforth blinked, put on his glasses, and walked to the door of the study, saying, "I'll go take a look."

……

Downstairs in the living room, Nelson was bringing out a plate of tea cups from the kitchen. Mrs. Cole, who had heard the news, sat tightly beside Bella, holding a soaked handkerchief, wiping her tears, looking more than Bella was still sad. On the single sofa at the far side, Aberforth was communicating with two men in police uniforms on the couch.In the kitchen, Martha, brought by Mrs. Cole, was busy making tea.

"Nelson, aren't you... sad?" Martha asked timidly as she picked up the kettle and poured water into the teapot.

"What do you think? It's not my turn to be sad yet." Nelson smiled, remembering the letter Jonas sent himself on his birthday this year: "Nar, although you are far from the poetic route I planned for you, It's getting farther and farther, but I still want you to have a poetic and humorous life, start with this little thing - think of a joke for my funeral, and then think of a funnier one for your own."

He hummed Jonas's favorite tune during his lifetime, walked to the living room with a teacup in his hand, and poured the tea one by one.

The two policemen cleared their throats and took the file from their wallets.

"First of all, I hope that the two of you can mourn and change." The older policeman said, "We have caught one of the murderers, and the other is at large, but we have mastered his situation, and I believe it will be soon. Arrested."

"They... why did they attack Jonas?" Nelson poured tea into his cup, and the hot tea overflowed and splashed on his feet. He didn't feel anything, just asked in a toneless voice.

"It's a long story, the main thing is that we didn't maintain law and order." The younger police officer apologized, "These people are a group of extremists, they are entrenched in the West City, um, Polish immigrants gather three blocks away from here. District, you know, today, Germany almost destroyed Poland, and the Mr. Jonas they met on the street happened to be of German descent, and happened to be talking to the editor-in-chief of their newspaper about the interview he went to Poland last year, the editor-in-chief Mr. Also seriously injured...sorry..."

"Can't they vent their grievances on innocent people without protecting their country?" Nelson put down the teapot, lowered his head, and couldn't see clearly.

"Sorry..." The young policeman took off his hat and lowered his head in shame.

(End of this chapter)