My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 54 Troca's Bar

Chapter 54 Troca's Bar
"Yeah." Nelson took the wand and held it in the palm of his hand solemnly. He rubbed the scarred wand inch by inch and had experienced so many masters. He waved it lightly, and pulled out a The blossoming flowers, the entanglement and sorrow between the eyebrows of this young man disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and certainty.

"Nar!" Tom stared at Nelson with burning eyes, he picked up his own sloe wand, leaned on the tip of Nelson's wand, brilliant sparks flashed between the overlapping wands, "You finally Willing to face myself!"

"What did you say?" Nelson hung his head, watching the sparks from the tip of the staff spread across his arm, and it seemed to cheer.

"You are a genius, you shouldn't be bound by mortals." Tom's scarlet eyes were full of excitement, "And you shouldn't be hurt by scum."

"I'm a mortal."

"No, you're not, you just don't know it."

"It doesn't matter," Nelson drew back the wand. Something seemed to have changed in its core. He gently poked it at a piece of manuscript paper scattered on the ground. A long torso, long limbs, plump feathers, when he bent down and the wand made real contact with the paper, a fighting falcon spread its wings, it kicked hard on the ground with its sharp claws, and leaped towards the half-opened falcon. The window, then stretched his body, threw off the old feathers on his body, looked back at Nelson deeply, rushed out of the room and rushed to the sky, making a clear and Yueyue cry.

"The important thing is that I agree with you that I shouldn't be hurt by the scum."

……

Nelson and Tom walked downstairs, Bella leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes and purred faintly, Tom stepped aside and closed the living room curtains, Nelson walked over to Bella, trying not to make a sound, watching. With a haggard sleeping face, my aunt took out a towel from under the coffee table and gently covered Bella.

"Yonas?" Bella's eyelashes trembled slightly, she was too tired, but she slept so lightly that the slightest movement could wake her up from her dream, her heavy eyelids struggled hard, Nelson sat At her side, her consciousness finally struggled to wake up, she opened her sleepy eyes, and looked weakly at the person in front of her, "Oh, Nar, it's you."

"Aunt." Nelson held Bella's hand stretched out from under the towel, "You've been tired these days, go to the bedroom and sleep."

"Nal, are you hungry?" Bella struggled to sit up, she smiled, tucked the strands of hair that fell from her forehead behind her ears, and raised her hand to help Nelson sort out what he hadn't done for two days Hair, "I'll go to the kitchen and make you some food."

She turned her head and smiled at Tom, who had drawn the curtains and walked beside her, trying her best to be less vulnerable in front of the two juniors. She was still struggling to get up. Nelson held her back to help her up and sat on the sofa. Sitting up straight, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "Auntie is old."

Hearing this, Nelson's eyes blushed instantly. Tom also tightened his body and turned his head away from this side. Nelson covered his mouth, nose and half of his face with his hands, and kept shaking his head, "No, no. You are just tired. Go to the bed in the bedroom, just take a nap, just take a nap and it's all over."

He and Tom helped Bella up the stairs from left to right, just like when Bella and Jonas taught him to walk when he was a child... It was so long that Bella was getting a year older with each flight of stairs. In the same way, when he reached the door of the bedroom, Nelson was horrified to find that Bella, who had always been beautiful and dignified, had already developed a wrinkle in the corners of her eyes, and in the gap between the long black hair, there had already been a bunch of silver threads. .

Tom stepped forward and opened the door of the room. Nelson saw Jonas' coat hanging on the back of the chair and a group photo of the two hanging on the wall by the bedside. He hurriedly motioned Tom to close the door and opened his mouth carefully. "Aunt, I think you don't want to sleep in my room. It will be much warmer in the sun in the afternoon." Tom also responded.

"Haha." Bella stepped forward to open the door, turned her head and smiled at the two of them with relief, "You guys have grown up too. However, I want to stay with your uncle, maybe he won't come often in the future. already."

She walked into the door, looked at the young Jonas and herself on the wall, and muttered to herself, "You mean, Jonas?" After that, she stumbled again.

Nelson quickly stepped forward to support Bella, helped her to lie down on the bed, and covered her with the quilt. Tom went to draw the curtains again. When he was leaving, Bella suddenly raised his hand to hold his wrist, "Nal, What are you going to do?"

"I..." Nelson was about to tell a lie when Bella's hand slipped from her wrist and fell onto the bed. She hadn't closed her eyes for two days - Nelson put her hand in place and tucked the quilt for her, He tiptoed out of the room, closed the door, and looked at Tom who was holding a translucent snake in his hand.

"did you find it?"

"I found it." Tom threw the snake to the ground, and with a thud, it turned into a thin blood-colored line that could only be seen in reflections. It started from the feet of the two of them and pointed to the side of the house. At the door, Tom brushed his sleeves and nodded at him, "We just have to follow it."

"Yeah." Nelson wrapped his coat tightly, grabbed a grey Jonas hat and put it on his head, and walked first. Tom looked happy and quickly followed.

……

"No wonder the police can't find anyone else." Nelson walked on the street and unbuttoned his trench coat. At this moment, they had crossed no less than ten intersections, and even the sun was setting, not to mention the block of Polish immigrants. , they were even approaching the block where the aliens immigrated. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "You can really run."

"Rats are always good at escaping." Tom followed behind and kicked the red thread on the ground, which trembled slightly and pointed straight to a street pub. He frowned at the tattered and dusty signboard of the pub. "I don't even think it's repentant. This kind of person is really worthless."

Nelson raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and whispered the incompletely-lettered name on the sign: Troka's Bar.

He put his hat neatly on top of his head, fastened his buttons meticulously one by one, straightened his collar, and strode towards the tattered wooden door of the tavern.

Unlike the dilapidated and desolate decoration of the streets and storefronts outside, the business in the tavern is unexpectedly good. Standing outside the door, you can hear the enthusiastic shouting and vulgar scolding, but this is actually expected, after all. The more sluggish the economy is, the more people will drink to relieve their worries.

Nelson stretched out his hand and pushed open the tattered wooden door, and the wind chimes under the signboard reminded him of "ding ding ding clucking". The moment the door was pushed open, a tidal wave of sound also poured out, engulfing the two of them. With a small pub and dozens of red-faced alcoholics in it, how did they make such a loud noise.

"This tavern stinks." Tom covered his mouth and nose and said in Nelson's ear with a look of disgust.

"Isn't it normal for mice to live in stinky gutters?" Nelson stepped into the pub and stared straight at the bearded man sitting at the innermost round table, his neck blushing and scolding the next table. , this is a big and strong man, with rough manner, full of flesh on his face, a messy beard and clothes that look like he hasn't taken care of it for a long time, he grins, and his blackened yellow teeth radiate out. A stench that can be smelled from a few meters away - there is a red dot on his bald head, which is connected to the red thread that Nelson stepped on under Nelson's feet. The moment Nelson saw the beard, the red thread snapped, but he was sure the person you are looking for.

When Nelson pushed the door in, there was a sudden silence in the tavern for about a second. Everyone here looked at the door, most of them turned back with no interest and then fought their own inferior spirits. , and a few who didn't seem to be very smart showed malicious smiles to the two people at the door. In return, Tom licked his lips and showed them a warmer smile.

"Children, you shouldn't come here." The bartender at the bar was wiping his wine glasses, but he was neatly dressed. He was wearing a three-piece suit, so he spoke to the two of them in a leisurely manner.

Seeing him, Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise, stood in front of the bar, and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for? Are you looking for the parents?" The bartender put down the wine glass, picked up another and wiped it, but it seemed that his towel was a rag, and the wine glass became more and more dirty as it was wiped, and the old head sitting on the edge of the bar heard some kind of joke Same, laugh out loud.

"Is it funny?" Tom put out a finger and wiped it on the chair by the bar, raised his hand and wiped it with a tissue in disgust. I can't laugh anymore."

"Child, listen up, I'm the owner of this tavern." The bartender put down his glass, looked at Tom, and said, "Although hitting a child is against the law, if you're here to make trouble, I'll hit you hard. One meal, and then throw you out."

Tom opened his mouth, still seeming to have a strong desire to line up, and Nelson stepped forward and stopped him.

"I want to ask you a favor and call that bald man over." He stretched out a finger and pointed at the fat bearded man at the innermost table. Hearing this, the people around looked sideways.

"What?" The bartender suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"We mean, please call me that fat, bald, disgusting guy!" Tom exclaimed.As soon as the words fell, almost all the drinkers in the tavern slapped the table and yelled. Nelson realized that although the target he was pointing at was correct, most of the people in the tavern were fat men with sparse hair.

"Child, I warn you—"

"Tom, do you know who is more powerful between vampires and wizards?" Nelson suddenly said something strange, but Tom didn't respond, and said, "Who?"

"It's amazing with a wand," Nelson said, unbuttoning his collar to reveal his wand, he turned to the bartender and grinned, "Mr. Vampire, I have no intention of violating the law of secrecy, I have a private matter with that fat man, I hope you don't do too much. Mind your business."

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  In addition, let me explain the update. The author is still in school, and I haven't found a job suitable for writing online articles with less money and less work, and I have to brush the abyss and accompany my girlfriend, so I can only update [-] per day for the time being. , I can do more during the holidays, but compared to the beginning of writing online articles, I have made great progress, mainly reflected in the faster typing, which may be more than [-] or even [-] in the future.

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