My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 59 The Raven and the Funeral

"Amen."

Father Crawford sprinkles holy water and cemetery workers cover with marble tiles.London on September [-] was the same as usual. The sky was overcast, and the thick fog and haze were entangled in the world, destroying everyone's lungs and mood. Even the westward sun did not let the sky taste the sunset at all. Bright color, crows hovered silently above the cemetery, and under the smudge of the sky, the white marble was also stained with a heavy ash.

Nelson, dressed in a dark black suit, bent down and wiped Jonas' tombstone with the palm of his hand.

"Jonas Nicklaus (1885-1939): His time was so cruel that the pen he held didn't end up making him a poet."

"It's sloppy, isn't it?" He raised his head and put his arm on Tom's shoulder, "a man that big ended up in a small box and buried in such a one-meter-square tomb. , and even his whole life can only be summed up in such a simple sentence."

The guests who came to pay their respects were all dressed in solemn black formal attire, surrounded by Bella under the command of the priest, looking at the photo of Jonas in silence.

"Nal." Tom turned to face Nelson, stretched out his arms to embrace him, and patted Nelson's back hard, "the people are gone, but you still have us, you still have Aunt Bella, you have to move forward Look."

"I'm always looking forward," Nelson returned the same hug, then broke free and looked at a group of stern-faced Germans on the edge of the funeral, relatives from Jonas' hometown, from Trier, before Nelson I've never heard Jonas speak of them - I don't know how they got the news in these chaotic years, and how they came here across half of Europe, and they hurried and said nothing, as if they just needed Walking around in person to witness the death of a loved one was like Jonas had just scribbled around for a while, Nelson looked back and said to Tom, "And look further."

The silence was over, and the crowd around Bella began to make noise, comforting Bella with their stupid ways. Bella was surrounded by forced laughs and socializing, and the crows surrounding the cemetery fluttered away, maybe they too. Unable to bear the noise, Nelson didn't know the guests, and he realized he didn't know Jonas.

"Quack quack—"

"Nal, you have to go to school." Tom was a little anxious. He cared more about the living than the dead. "Come back to Hogwarts with me. The big deal is that we won't have Dumbledore's class!"

"No, it has nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore." Nelson shook his head. "Seriously, I don't resent him, he just did what he thought was right."

"Then go back with me." Tom grabbed Nelson's arm and begged, "I saw it with my own eyes, Dumbledore killed the man with the Death Curse, the murderer was not you, Nal, don't punish yourself any more already."

"You're wrong, Tom." Nelson pulled his arm back. "None of us know who did it, and Dumbledore must know that. But that's not what I care about, leaving Hogwarts, yes I made a thoughtful choice."

Nelson raised his head and looked at the shadow of a crow in the sky that had become a little bit, recalling the second half of last night.

……

"Professor Dumbledore?" Nelson, who withdrew his hand from the beard's nose, was terribly calm. He turned his head and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Gnar, I just helped you do what you wanted to do." Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "You see, the murderer has paid the price, and you don't have to sit on the trial seat in Wizengamore. "

"You killed him." Nelson didn't listen to Dumbledore's words, he just looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes, motionless and calm, and shook his head, "No, it's me, it's my Cruciatus. , Muggles can't take the pain."

"Nar, what's the trouble with you, leave it all to me, go back to Hogwarts to study, that will be your forever home." Dumbledore continued to smile bitterly, "With all due respect, with your It's hard to cast the real Cruciatus, it requires not only strong emotions, but also—"

"No, Professor Dumbledore," Nelson interrupted again, "when two or more spells hit a person, you can't really tell which one is going to take effect. Should know better than me."

Dumbledore's face turned pale, and he heard that this was a sentence of punishment. Nelson seemed to be holding a dagger against his heart, and he could only swallow the bitter fruit with his lips trembling. It made him feel powerless about his life experience and ingenuity. He seemed to be full of energy to rush into the abyss. He suddenly realized that he might be the real accomplice. head off.

"Professor, I can't go back."

……

"No, Tom, I can't go back." Nelson answered in the same way, watching the crows go away, but comforting Tom, who was frowning, "Jonas has also been buried in the earth, and he must hope that We can be happy."

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't push you to do this kind of thing." Tom sat on the roof of Jonas' neighbor's house, lowered his head and fell into deep annoyance. The image of a young boy appeared in front of people, but at this time, he finally exposed the fragility in his heart, his slender and thin hands were deeply inserted into his half-length hair, and his shoes and knees were wet with tears. And the dry ground, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be..."

"I just didn't go to school, and I didn't die with Jonas." Nelson grinned, sat down next to Tom, and reached out to ruffle Tom's hair, which used to be Jonas' favorite thing to do. , "Aunt Bella also agreed. My application has been sent. What use do you think these are for!"

"Where are you going if you don't go to school?" Tom muttered softly.

"I want to take a walk in Europe and take a look." Nelson stared at Jonas' tombstone and sighed, "At least I can't read books now, I want to walk around, I have too many answers I want to pursue it."

"Good boy, that's great, can I sit here?" A male voice with a heavy nasal voice interrupted the conversation between the two. Nelson raised his head and saw a tall and thin figure looking at him in the backlight, his head more than Ordinary people grew bigger and looked like a lollipop, and Nelson narrowed his eyes to see the thick bandages wrapped around his head.

"Please." Nelson shrugged and moved his butt to make way for his seat, "You don't need to ask me, I'm also a villain, you can ask this..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the tombstone beside him. The deceased wrote a long epitaph to himself, and his family seemed to have not come to sweep it for a long time, making the whole tombstone look like a mess, and he could barely identify the owner of the tomb. His name, he couldn't help but curl his lips. It is indeed a surname widely distributed in the United Kingdom. You can meet the family at any grave, and continued, "Mr. Williams."

"I'll just pretend he agreed." The man leaned his cane against the blurred tombstone, sat down with difficulty, and sighed at Jonas' tombstone.

"Sir? Are you still going to see Jonas?" Nelson asked, patting Tom on the shoulder.

"Hey, let me introduce myself." The man straightened his plastered leg and gasped, "Hey, my name is Heinke, Heinke Röntgen."

"Mr. Roentgen?" Nelson reflected the identity of the visitor. He was the editor-in-chief who was attacked with Jonas on the street yesterday. "Aren't you seriously injured? What..."

"That was the injury that was examined yesterday." Mr. Roentgen took a peek and found that there was no one around, so he took out a pack of cigarettes from the briefcase in his arms, and with difficulty pulled out with his gauze-wrapped hand. One, and because his fingers were too thick to light the fire, Nelson took out the lighter that Aberforth gave him, and helped him light a cigarette. I need to smoke at this time, but when I saw Nelson's young face, I retracted my hand angrily, "I just bleed a lot, it's really unfortunate, the two of us chat on the street, just because we are Germans , so you're going to get a knife."

Cursing, he continued to struggle through his briefcase and took out a stack of envelopes.

"Are you Jonas' nephew? Nelson Wilttening Williams?" After hearing the affirmative answer, Mr. Röntgen threw the stack of envelopes into Nelson's arms, grabbed a cane and stood up with difficulty. He quickly put down the envelope to help him.

"No, no." Mr. Roentgen waved his hand, straightened his waist and pointed at the stack of envelopes, "I saved this Jonasto for you, but it's not complete, so I'll add some for you."

"Child." Nelson felt his head heavy, he raised his head and found Mr. Roentgen rubbing his hair with his chubby hand, "Jonas is a recognized good man, and we are very sad when this happens. , mourn and change."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded, watching Mr. Roentgen limping away, and flipping through the envelope in his hand.

Although there are many envelopes, they are only a thin stack to the touch, and each envelope has a single word written in Jonast's graceful font:
Going to school, falling in love, getting married, the first child, the second child, the first trip around the world at the age of 24, buying books... and the last "eat, drink and play" with crooked and very different handwriting.

Nelson casually opened the "school" envelope, and a thin bank stub fell out - Jonas left nothing for himself.

Nelson hugged his knees, curled up, and buried his head in his arms like Tom.

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