My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 53 The Memorial Service

"Jonas Nicklaus can be called a saint both in virtue and knowledge, and we don't know whether his death was a loss to the world or a gift from God..."

At noon on September [-], a small memorial service was being held in the church where Nelson used to worship. Nelson was sitting in the front row of the chapel, looking up at the black and white portrait of Jonas. This photo was about last Christmas. Nas couldn't resist Nelson's request. This was the first and last photo Nelson took for his uncle. Jonas in the photo was smiling crampedly, looking a little relieved, but more nervous.

"... Jonas, a witty, charismatic man, wrote in his second book: 'If only a man could book his funeral before he died, I hope the emcee or priest Being able to tell a joke about my death - on the one hand, I hope that my family and friends can relax from the solemnity for a moment, and on the other hand, if my death is stupid enough, I also hope that I can take this opportunity to wake up the world , lest they repeat the same mistakes and reproduce my stupidity'..."

The priest spread out a Bible on the stage and spoke in a serious manner. As soon as he finished speaking, he smiled slightly. The guests under the stage also understood and laughed quietly. The atmosphere of grief was instantly washed away. Bella, who was on Nelson's shoulders, also raised her head and smiled at her nephew.

"Then I'll tell a joke about his passing." The gray-haired Father Crawford put down the cross in his hand and wiped his tears, "Jonas's life has been running for peace. Going deep into war-torn countries, going deep into the battlefield, going deep into the battlefield to find out the truth, and hoped that his reports could wake up the world, call for peace, and save those countries and people who were caught in the flames of war - but in the end he died at the hands of the people he hoped to save …”

The bloody accusation of the old priest with laughter echoed through the high domes of the chapel. He was a friend of Jonas during his lifetime. When Jonas and Bella first moved to London, he was the first in the block. The people who accept them, the United Kingdom is a country with a strong religious atmosphere. On Sundays, whether you believe in or not, it is always good to go to church and sit for a while, and Jonas' talent is struggling to survive in this refugee cave-like immigrant. The neighborhood seemed so different, and over time, Father Crawford became friendly with Jonas, and after telling this not-so-funny joke, he began to recount Jonas's life, which Nelson knew for the first time. The uncle, who was running around outside at night, did so many things.

"Life always sneaks up on us..."

The stained glass of the church depicts a picture of doves flying from the abyss to heaven. The sunlight is also dyed through the glass, and the light beams wrapped in fairy tales hit the glass chandeliers hanging on the top of the church, and the light is constantly refracted. Imaged on the wall behind the priest, there is a painting that is the exact opposite of what is on the stained glass - muddy falcons storm the muddy swamp in groups, and the white feathers of the pigeons are dyed red, making the The headed falcon looked bruised and bloody. The falcon jumped on Jonas' shoulder and looked at the person outside the painting with him. Nelson blinked, he clearly saw Jonas turned his head and looked at himself. With a glance, grimacing and blinking, Nelson was fascinated and smirked until the sun moved sideways and the light-woven falcon flew away.

"...May you receive His grace when you return to the Lord's arms. The Lord knows all your good deeds and mistakes. For good deeds, a loving father will reward you. There are bound to be mistakes in people's lives, and a loving father will forgive you..."

"Man is born from the mud and returns to the dust. May your soul rest in heaven."

"Amen."

The guests stood up and followed the priest, bowing their heads and making the cross.

"Amen."

After a while, Father Crawford put down the cross and walked towards Bella. Bella, who was wearing a simple black dress, stood up, took Nelson's arm, and began to greet Jonas' friends and colleagues before his death, Cole. The lady walked in front of the two wearing a black veil, hugged Nelson gently, and took Bella's hand.

Nelson couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere. He walked through the crowd and walked to the door of the church. Nelson stood in the square outside the church door, and a group of white pigeons snuggled up, picking up the grains scattered by the believers on the ground. A group of crows flew from the east and landed on the cross on the roof, pecking at the liver of the bound idol.

"Nelson, are you better?"

Nelson looked aside to see a tall man in a black velvet suit leaning against a Roman column beside the gate, squinting eyes looking at him through half-moon glasses.

"Mr. Aberforth? Thank you, I'm much better." Nelson approached him, leaned against another post, took out the lighter that Aberforth had given him, and played with boredom, he nodded, "You If there is magic in the world, will there be heaven?"

"Nelson." He glanced at the silver tin box in Nelson's hand, and said solemnly, "You must know that for a very sane person, death is just another great adventure."

"Huh?" Nelson raised his head and asked in surprise, "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes, it's me," Dumbledore asked curiously. "How do you know it's me?"

"That's what you said." Nelson put the lighter in his pocket, "Besides, Mr. Aberforth doesn't wear velvet, he usually wears a wool sweater... Oh, by the way, your business is over. ?"

"Not yet, I happened to come to London to do something." Dumbledore moved his eyes to the pocket of his trousers with his hand, and said, "I think listening to an adult repeating some clichés at this time is the most interesting thing. People are getting bored, and I think you may need the company of friends more, so..."

He took two steps forward, and Tom, who was hiding behind the pillar, came out slowly. He opened his mouth, but he seemed to be choking again. He didn't know what to say, just like the carp in the viewing pond blowing bubbles in the morning. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. After holding it for a long time, he slowly spit out two words, "Nar..."

"It's all right, it's over." Nelson stepped forward, but comforted Tom. He stretched out his hand to support Tom's shoulder and hugged him tightly. Tom patted Nelson's back, closed his eyes and smiled. Said, "Very good, Uncle Jonas will be very happy to see you like this."

After a while, Nelson let go of Tom, grabbed his shoulders and laughed, "Where did you get the suit, why is it wrinkled?"

"Just bought it in London, and it doesn't fit." Tom said with a smile, seeing this scene, Dumbledore nodded, walked behind the pillar, and disappeared.

……

"How could this be?" After sending the police away, Nelson frowned in the living room. The relatives of Jonas and Bella will arrive in London tomorrow, but the other murderer has been slow to be arrested. The murderer's confession was dispatched, but it came to nothing, and the wanted order sent out was like a sinking sea. Except for a few liars who wanted to fish in troubled waters, no one could provide any useful clues.

"Nar, the police will definitely find him." Bella sat on the couch with her face covered, stretched her elbows and leaned beside her, but the people there were no longer there. Like the London police, she jumped in the air and fell down. On the sofa.

"Nal." Tom, who was sitting beside him, stood up, walked over to Nelson and whispered to him, "Go to the study, I have something to say."

Nelson picked up Bella, poured her a cup of hot tea, and walked side by side with Tom to the study.

"Is this the glasses that Uncle Jonas was born... used to wear?" Tom closed the door of the study and pointed to the round gold glasses with cracked lenses on the left side of the desk.

"Ah... yes." Nelson glanced at the glasses, turned his head back quickly, and nodded, "These are the glasses he wore yesterday on the street... back then."

"That's good. Gnar, I think the police in London are a little too inefficient." Tom lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, "These Muggle enforcers make me sick, they always complicate simple issues. change and make complicated things a mess.”

"They're... just Muggles after all."

"So." A red light flashed in Tom's eyes, and he said word by word, "I don't think punishing the murderer can be done under the guise of others. We can act on our own."

"The law... will judge them." Nelson's tone became more and more shaken.

"The trial can be handed over to society, the law, and the order." He was no less resentful than Nelson for the murder of Jonas, who had given him a lot of care since he was a child. Playing the role of their father for a long time, the fist Tom threw at the bully for the first time was taught to him by Jonas. If Nelson was not here, he might have found the murderer and personally tortured him.Tom raised his head and glared at Nelson, hit the railroad while it was hot, and said in a high voice, "Don't you want to catch him yourself? Would you just let Uncle Jonas lie in the church basement and say goodbye in haste tomorrow? Do you still trust me at a time like this? Those Muggles who let the murderer go unpunished?"

"I..." Nelson was at a loss for words, his education and consciousness did not allow him to do these things, he realized that even though this was another world, even if he was a god among mortals when he waved his wand, he still A man in a cover.His palms on the corner of the table clapped together, and the joints made a rattling sound from the force. After a long time, he finally muttered, "But...how are we supposed to find him? I only know Transfiguration, I— —"

"Small problem." The scarlet in Tom's eyes became more intense, he took out a wand from his backpack, pointed it at Jonas' glasses, and said slowly in an unpleasant tone similar to Parseltongue, "Lick the blood and find the trace. ."

A small gray translucent snake squeezed out from the tip of the wand, nimbly jumped onto the table, spat out a letter and touched the glasses, then climbed along the table to the window sill and disappeared.

"Nar, you forgot something." Tom drew another wand from his pocket, and the black fir wood reflected a faint glow in the cool sunlight outside the window.

(End of this chapter)