My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 62 Resurrection Stone

"Wow—"

Nelson walked to the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain and felt more and more cold. He quickened his pace and tried to leave through the autumn wind.

The first ray of autumn wind is always wrapped in chill. It only took a moment to blow off half of the leaves on the mountain, rolling them to another mountain, and a red leaf that nostalgic for the homeland was photographed on the telephone pole, Nelson Approaching the telephone pole, he picked up the leaf that was in good condition and fit in a book, revealing a yellowed missing person notice underneath. He took a closer look and found that he was looking for a girl named Lola Riddle, a The quirky-looking little girl, he couldn't help but read aloud, "Missing in Greater London in 1932, three feet tall, with short black hair, wearing a red dress when she disappeared..."

"It may be Tom's relative." Nelson raised his head and looked at the large and spacious mansion on the opposite hill. From far away, he could see the busy servants in the building and in the courtyard. Looking at the age of the missing person, it is estimated that The girl's family also gave up searching...

There was a lively scene on the opposite hill, but the wizarding village beside him looked desolate. The homeless residents sitting in the sun at the entrance of the village stared at him with vigilant eyes. They obviously possessed the most advanced productivity such as magic, but Live like a shabby house.

"Change is a good thing," Nelson sighed, holding out his wand.

Soon, the Knight Bus stopped in front of him again.

"Sir, may I ask..." The door opened before the car stopped, and Ern Pullan, the always-passionate young man, leaned forward again, "Oh, hello~ Are things done?"

"Yes, Mr. Plan." Nelson nodded, got into the car, and said casually, "As far as I know, the Cavalier Bus is supposed to hop every hundred miles, isn't it?"

"Can Hogwarts even teach this?" Ern said with wide eyes, closed the car door behind Nelson, and said proudly, "The Knight Bus has been on the road since the 60s. It was the collective wisdom of the British Ministry of Magic at that time. The crystallization was designed and manufactured by the Shafik family hired by the Ministry of Magic, and it cost a total of [-] Galleons. At that time, everyone said that the then Minister of Magic, Dugd McPhail, was crazy, and there were some uncivilized pure blood The wizard felt it was a Muggle insult and wrote him threatening letters, but the Knight Bus recouped its cost in the second year alone."

He looked proud and proud, as if the car was built for its own sake.

"Of course, your fare is too expensive."

"But it's on call and great service!" Ern looked proud.

"So why does it reach me as long as I wave my wand," Nelson wondered, "but it takes me one night to get from London to Great Hangleton."

"Uh... Maybe it's out of the need to differentiate yourself from Floo fans." Ern said to him, "Sir, where are you going? Are you going back to London?"

"Yes, just go back to where I got in the car." Nelson put down a gold coin and found a place on the first floor by the window to sit down and rest, "By the way, do you provide international services?"

"It used to be okay, sir," Erne explained, stepping back. "It's a little tense now, and we're suspending this business."

……

In the cemetery in West London, Nelson was standing in front of Jonas' tomb. The cross on the roof of the church not far away was crowded with crows hugging against the cold. Suddenly the grass at his feet moved, and a huge snake head emerged from it. .

"Nagini?" Nelson crouched down and touched the smooth scales on the Viper's head. "Are you here the whole time?"

Nagini nodded, and the huge body swam out of the grass and coiled in front of Nelson.

"I want to stay with Jonas for a while, can you help me keep this place? I don't want to be disturbed by others."

Nagini nodded again, stretched out a slender letter and licked Nelson's palm, turned his head and disappeared into the grass.

When the surroundings were completely silent, and even the crows on the cross closed their noisy mouths and silently looked at the person in the center who had not moved for a long time, Nelson finally stood up and took out a black ring from his pocket. , "I'm sorry, Jonas, but I really don't know what to do next."

"The arrogant second brother wanted to play the god of death, so he asked the god of death to give him the power to recall the dead." Nelson held the ring, circled the pattern on the ring face with his thumb, and slowly used a tone of incantation. Telling the story of the resurrection stone, "So the god of death picked up a stone from the river and gave it to the second brother, and told him that this stone has the power to recall the dead."

When his thumb turned to the third circle, a thick white fog suddenly appeared beside him and surrounded him firmly. He couldn't see anything in all directions except the one-meter-square white marble in front of him. Slate, that piece of Jonas' burial.

"It's a good job, isn't it?" Hearing the voice, Nelson turned quickly, just in time to see Jonas walking out of the fog.

"Sorry, Jonas." Nelson took a step forward and stopped again as he approached Jonas.

"I think you should be a strong child." Jonas smiled. He was not annoyed that Nelson disturbed his long sleep. Instead, he stepped forward and hugged Nelson, patted his trembling back gently, and said in admiration. , "Is this also magic? Gnar, you lived up to my expectations."

"It's not my magic." Nelson shook his head, broke free from his arms, and stared at Jonas' face that he had only seen a few days ago, "I really don't know how to go down the road..."

"Nar, I actually know a lot of things now." Jonas smiled and blinked, pretending to say sternly, "You lost soul, say it! Where did you hide our Nal."

"Hahaha." Nelson also laughed.

"I think you're doing something wrong, but it's not bad." Jonas grabbed Nelson's clenched right hand and said seriously, "I'm sorry for making you do such a thing, I thought elders shouldn't cause trouble to their children. ."

"Yonas... I should have realized it sooner, but there is still a remedy!" He raised his right hand, revealing the black ring in the palm of his hand.

"Nar, I think you know what that is." Jonas shook his head. "You know what I am, too."

"Do not……"

"Narr, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, and this is irreversible." Jonas grabbed the ring in Nelson's palm and said sternly, "Resurrection... that's such a tempting word, but such a false thing always Addictive. Gnar, often the most attractive and most accessible thing is not God's gift, but the devil's test, you understand?"

"I...I don't understand."

"Haha, Nel, no matter who you are, you should be more transparent than me." Jonas picked up the ring with the resurrection stone from Nelson's hand, and the moment the ring left Nelson's palm , Jonas' figure also became blurred, "Actually, I think it's better to stay in school for education at your age. But I'll still say that--Nar, do what you want to do. ."

"You can go around the places I've been and see the real Europe, the real world, the real cities, the real people." Jonas' palm became transparent, "If you are interested, you can help me Complete my unfinished business."

"Being a poet?" Nelson looked sadly at Jonas' gradually transparent figure.

"Hahaha." Jonas laughed as if he had heard a good joke. The ring passed through the completely transparent palm and fell to the ground. Nelson's eyes were attracted by the ring, and when he raised his head again , Jonas has completely dissipated into the fog, leaving only his last words in the air, "You know what I'm talking about..."

Nelson picked up the ring and put it back in his pocket. The moment he held the ring, the thick fog around him rushed into his body frantically. In just one second, he stood on the path in the cemetery again, as if Everything that just happened was just a fantasy.

"Quack quack—"

Nelson looked up and saw that the crows on the roof of the church seemed to be warm enough, and they spread their wings one after another. !He lowered his head and suddenly saw a word on Jonas' tombstone.

"Jonas Nicklaus is here"

The words were misty, only Nelson could see, the corners of his mouth lifted up uncontrollably, took off his soft felt hat and put it on his chest, bowed to Jonas' tombstone, and packed himself, Walked out of the cemetery with ease, hopped on a tram to the pier, and left.

Sitting on the tram, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he could not think of it, so he left it behind, and when he was about to reach the terminal, he took the ticket out of his pocket and double-checked - this one. It was his second time on the cruise, but before that, he needed to take a small boat downstream from a dock in London—the waters were still not wide enough to allow only shallow-draft boats to pass.

"Ugh-"

The pier was bustling with people coming and going. There were far more people disembarking than boarding. Compared with those passengers with large and small bags, Nelson seemed too light and simple, and too alone, but he But he didn't care, and he was even contented. He boarded the ship early, found a quiet spot in the dining room on the deck, and watched the dense crowd under the ship. Pickpockets proficiently walked among these outsiders, and a middle-aged woman was reprimanding her. 's daughter, and the little girl talked back while crying.

"Ugh-"

The whistle sounded, the hull shook violently, the hinges began to retract the rudder, and he saw the captain patrolling the deck with a cigar, holding a fat cat in his arms - he smiled bitterly, and finally remembered what he had forgotten. .

"Let's write a letter back to Tom, hope he doesn't starve to death," Nelson thought, turning his head to look at the slowly moving shore.

　I asked for recommendations and collections every day, and I found out that the chapters were wrongly divided. Chapter 60 should have been the beginning of the second volume. Others should be fine w.

　　


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