My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

60 The Eve of Leaving
"Ugh..."

Nelson walked out of the gate of King's Cross station, wrapping his plaid coat tightly, the whistle sounded one after another behind him, this was Nelson's second farewell today, Tom went to Hogwarts, Bella went back to France, Jonah Si is like a rope connecting strangers, he is broken, and everyone has to leave this sad place.

After sending Bella away, he was the only one left in the huge London.

"Sir, let's do it." Nelson turned into a long and narrow alley next to the station, and a group of homeless people swarmed up by the trash can at the entrance. Beside him scrambling to pray, the tallest of them was only as tall as Nelson's shoulders, he looked at these peers who had been reduced to the streets to make a living, froze in place, and reached into his pocket, but only touched a handful of Galleon.

"Sorry, I don't have any change." Nelson wrapped the scarf on his shoulders around his neck, put the hat in his arms on his head, covered his mouth with his hands and breathed, passing through the homeless who dared not approach , walked towards the depths of the alley.

Compared with the difference between wizards and Muggles, the well-dressed self and the ragged ones are more like showing what two worlds are.

"Sir, let's do it." Although the group of vagabonds did not dare to approach, they still did not intend to give up. They followed behind Nelson and kept begging. Nelson looked up at the sky that was squeezed by the buildings on both sides. Shaking his head, speeding up, he left without looking back.

By the time Nelson came back to the neighborhood, the sky was already dark. Neighbors who occasionally passed by would come forward to comfort him when they saw him passing by. By the time Nelson came to the door, he was exhausted from dealing with these kind neighbors. .

He took off his gloves, took out the key, opened the door, and stepped into this cold house.

"I'm back." He shouted habitually as he changed his shoes, but no one would respond to him again.

Nelson sat on the sofa in the living room and lit the fireplace with difficulty. The living room became a little more angry, waiting for the appointment of the police. He sat for a few minutes and couldn't stay any longer. Jonas' manuscript to come.

"Ding dong—" When he put the last manuscript paper into the suitcase, the doorbell downstairs rang in time, he walked downstairs unhurriedly, and the guests downstairs waited patiently.

"Mr. Williams?" Nelson opened the door, and the two policemen standing at the door looked at him in surprise and asked, "Where's Mrs. Nicklaus?"

"She's back in France," Nelson asked two policemen to come in and sit down and pour two cups of tea. "We're French, and Aunt Bella doesn't want to stay here anymore, so she's back home."

"Sorry, Mr. Williams." The young patrolman nodded slightly, took out a stack of files from his briefcase, and spread it out on the coffee table, "The other murderer has been found, but—"

"What's wrong?" Nelson asked, rubbing his hands a little closer to the fireplace.

"He...was dead of a drinking overdose when we found him," another older policeman said. "Sorry, we didn't give him the trial he deserved."

"Dead? Are you dead..." Nelson nodded. "If you die, you should die. This can be considered retribution."

"That's right, sir." The young policeman responded, "Then we'll leave. Do we need to organize a copy of this file for you after the case is closed?"

"No need." Nelson got up and shook hands with the two policemen, "I'll see you off."

"No need, no need." The older policeman picked up the file, dragged his colleague to the door, took off his police cap before going out, bowed his head and said, "My condolences."

"Thank you."

After sending the police off, Nelson went back to his room and took out his prepared luggage, a small suitcase, he put the wand that Tom had given him in the inside pocket of his coat, and put his own in the suitcase , opened the drawer to check for omissions, and after hesitating, he tucked the cane that Jonas had left him between his elbows and went downstairs.

Sitting by the fireplace, unpacking the suitcase, Nelson threw the box containing the Jonas manuscript into it, fastened the buckle, went upstairs to check the doors and windows, went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, waved his wand to extinguish the fire, Sitting alone in the silent darkness.

When the sky was completely dark, he finally stood up, put the soft felt hat beside his head on his head, picked up the box and walking stick and walked out, locked the door, turned and took a deep look at this small house - this house It was no different from the one next to it, but to him it was a beautiful house of rose-colored bricks, with geraniums in the windows and pigeons on the roof...

Nelson stood in the doorway, holding his wand and raising his arm, and all of a sudden, a blinding white light illuminated the street.

A bulging bright purple three-decker bus stopped in front of him, and the headlights under the front block made him unable to open his eyes.

"Sir, where are you going?" The car door opened, and a young man with brown hair wearing thick round glasses leaned out and asked enthusiastically.

"Good evening, Mr. Plan." Nelson turned to his side, brushed past him, boarded the bus, and walked straight to the second floor. He stuffed his suitcase into the overhead rack and looked for a place to lean with his cane. Sit by the window.

The warm air in the car soon made him sweat profusely, so he had to take off his scarf and hat, took off his gloves and opened his coat, he took out a ferry ticket from his pocket, saw that it was still healthy, and put it away with confidence. Tucked back, this will be the starting point of his journey, but before that, he still has some important things to do.

"Sir, where are you going?" The Knight Bus trembled slightly and began to accelerate forward. Ern Pran, sweating profusely, climbed to the second floor and asked breathlessly while standing beside Nelson.

"Go to Little Hangleton." Nelson nodded, grabbed a Galleon from his pocket, and handed it to Ern Plum, "By the way, are you stopping at Big Hangleton? It's not far, but I don't think it's marked on your route map."

"Yes, sir," Ern Plum replied, taking Galleon, "we can stop at any time where the line passes, and of course where we don't stop, as long as you pay more."

"Oh, by the way, it's not allowed where Muggles gather." He added, as if he had just thought of it, "It's not too far from here to Great Hangleton, I think it's tomorrow morning, you can go to sleep there. Son."

"No, I'm not very sleepy." Nelson shook his head, "If I'm sleepy, I can just squint here for a while."

"Okay, what would you like to drink?" He started promoting the by-products on the bus again. "There's a lot left for this Galleon to pay the fare."

"A cup of cocoa, hot cocoa," Nelson added. "It would be great if you could get me a breakfast and a hot towel tomorrow morning."

"Okay sir." Ern Plum stepped back and came up shortly after with a cup of hot cocoa.

"Are you a Hogwarts student?" he asked curiously, putting down the hot cocoa.

"Yes, but I'm taking a break from school."

"Oh." Suspension from school is actually a common thing in the wizarding society. After all, some families always feel that schools cannot provide a better environment and resources than family education for magic education, and he added, "Sir, you Have you been to Greater Hangleton before?"

"No, it's the first time."

"Then you must be careful," said Ern Plum gravely, "and none of the nice people live there."

"Thank you, I'll pay attention." Nelson took the cocoa, took a sip, and put it on the table. He closed his eyes and rested, and the carriage quickly became quiet.

In the early morning, before dawn, Nelson was woken up by another passenger who got on the bus in the middle of the night. These days, his sleep was very light, and he had to wake up with only a sound. He leaned against the window like this, Looking at the dotted lights in the distance and the rapidly receding scenery around, quietly waiting for the dawn.

And God finally did not fight against him, it was soon dawn, after washing up, Gnar huddled in the seat and nibbled on the sandwich that Ern brought, and soon Ern came again, "Sir, you can prepare for it. , Big Hangleton will be here soon, do you need me to help you unload your luggage?"

"Oh? Okay, thank you." Nelson nodded and agreed vaguely with the sandwich in his mouth.

"Is this the little suitcase?" After getting a positive answer, Erne straightened up, grabbed Nelson's suitcase, and with a loud tinkling sound, he put Nelson's suitcase on the ground, "Dude, but It's heavy enough, is this the Traceless Stretching Charm?"

Nelson took a sip of milk and nodded.

"You're amazing," Ern said in admiration. "I haven't learned this spell for so many years at Hogwarts, haha, so I can only work as a conductor now."

"You'll be a driver in the future."

"That's good, it's your blessing." Ern said with a grin, "Do you need me to help you lift the suitcase to the first floor?"

"No, thank you." Nelson swallowed the last gulp of milk, wiped his mouth, and shook his head, "I always carry boxes with the Floating Charm."

……

Five minutes later, Nelson was standing at the entrance of a dilapidated village with a suitcase in his hand. Everything here looked dilapidated. To what extent was it dilapidated? If Troca’s bar was moved here, it might be called a mansion.

"How can the wizarding village be so poor?" Nelson said to himself, following the path on the hillside next to the village to a more dilapidated house on the top of the hill far away from the village.

About 50 meters away from the top of the mountain, the houses suddenly opened from the inside with a "bang", and a savage freak stood at the door with a rusty knife, muttering something in his mouth. I don't understand words.

　Is there any textual evidence that the party knows where the Big Hangleton is? ~
　　(I vomited, I feel that Steam locked me in the area)
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