My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 64 Psychopath?

The Icarus was sailing in the calm North Sea. The huge chimney emitted thick smoke mixed with white steam, drawing a line connecting the sea surface and the water surface. The turbid ripples appeared, some of which destroyed the sea and sky scenery, but on the contrary, it also made the scenery more real.

On the second day of the voyage, the cruise ship had left the UK and was traveling in the high seas of the North Sea. Today's weather was good, the sun was shining brightly, but it had a degree that was warm enough to warm tourists without burning their skin. Taking advantage of this fine weather today, the boatmen and sailors put down their boats and carried out daily maintenance around the Icarus.

"Hey! You!" First mate Jack, in a brand new uniform, stood on the deck with his head held high, smoking his precious pipe, and scolding the boatman who was buckling the bottom shell, which Nelson didn't even recognize. Scallops or oysters, they are similar things anyway. First Officer Jack held onto the handrail on the side of the boat and shouted, "Do you want to die?! They eat paint every day, they are poisonous!"

"First mate, I'll bring some to your room later!" Jack, the waiter, was a trainee sailor on this ship. He forcibly broke off an oyster that had been sucked on the waterline, rinsed it in the sea water, and used a small The screwdriver on the boat was pried open, and then he swallowed the sea water whole.

"Pick the big one for me!" First Officer Jack said angrily, flicking soot on the armrest, and retracted his head again.

He looked up just in time to see Nelson standing by the window looking down, and waved his arms and shouted, "Mr. Williams, aren't you going to dance? It's going to be a lot of fun on the deck today!"

Nelson had been writing letters for noon, but when he put those letters in the envelope, he found that he didn't seem to have an owl with him, he dropped the pen, and stood by the window with his head on his head to breathe - it must be said that although the window It is very big, but it is a porthole after all, and the airtightness is very good. He has been exposed to the weather for a long time and has no effect. He only sees First Officer Jack on the deck waving and shouting something. He stretched his hand to his nose, Seeing First Officer Jack nodded, he left the room and walked downstairs, passing by the restaurant with two glasses of orange juice.

When we came to the deck, the sound of the world became clear. Compared with the silence in the cabin, the roar of seagulls, the screeching of gamblers, the whispering and whispering of lovers, all the noise in the world became more real.

"Mate Jack, do you have anything to do with me?" He walked to the side of the boat and handed him a glass of orange juice.

"Dancing? I was calling you just now." First Officer Jack took the cup, took a sip, frowned, raised the cup and asked, "Why drink this?"

"Shouldn't I drink this?" Nelson was also puzzled. "Isn't that saying that seafarers will get sepsis because they don't eat fresh fruit for a long time?"

"How many years ago you are the old yellow calendar!" First mate Jack took the glass and drank it, then shoved the glass into the arms of a sailor who was cleaning the deck with a big mop, hehe smiled, " You can't know the power of the sea by reading too many books, you have to take a look on the boat, our current seafarers basically don't worry about those things... At this time, they should drink rum!"

"I don't know how to drink." Nelson shook his head, swaying the orange juice as if he were tasting red wine, sipping his mouth while drinking.

First Officer Jack was amused by his pretentious appearance. He patted Nelson on the back and pushed him to the most crowded place on the deck, while saying, "Then go to the young people's activity~ I didn't do it yesterday. The restaurant ran into you."

"I ordered the restaurant to deliver to the room." Nelson was confused. "What?"

"Dancing." First mate Jack raised his eyebrows slyly, "A journey across the high seas, a pair of young people who are well-matched, sparks of love..."

"You think too much, First Officer Jack, I just..."

"Okay okay," First Mate Jack pushed him into the crowd and introduced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. Williams from First Class 309, he's from London, you must have a lot in common language."

Nelson sat blankly at the long table by the dance floor, and the waiter next to him quickly set new dishes for him.

"Mr. Williams, where are you going?" a young girl who had just come out of the dance floor leaned against the table and asked in a low voice. She seemed to have just performed a difficult dance, and her face looked flushed. , her well-groomed blond sideburns are also scattered, and her movement out of the dance floor is extremely unique, looking like the heroine in a princess-themed cartoon wearing a long dress and going up the stairs.

"Poland." Nelson swallowed a cherry and said concisely.

"Oh?" The young man next to him was a little curious, "What are you going to do in Poland at this time, the place is not very peaceful now."

"I'm going on a trip." Nelson took out Jonas' press card from his neckline, which he had been wearing around his neck, and shook it at them, "I want to do an interview."

"Wow! It's amazing, you look so young." The girl's face turned even redder, and her originally delicate appearance was so tossed that it looked like a red-skinned onion.

"Uh, don't look at me like this, I've already got a bachelor's degree in literature." Nelson raised his eyebrows, but he still couldn't learn the wretchedness of First Mate Jack, so he had to spread his hands and said, "Actually, I am a nuclear physicist."

He just looked around. This group of people seems to be from a good family background, and they are not superficial, but they don't seem to be engaged in scientific research. Sure enough, when he said this, no one came to talk to him about work or professionalism. thing.

He chatted with everyone around him, telling a hilarious Soviet joke, and the girl who had just finished dancing gave him a crumb with a smile.

"Sorry, sorry." She apologized terribly, "I'll get a paper and wipe it for you."

"It's alright, it's just dry bread." He brushed his hair and began to tell the next Soviet joke.

He really didn't want to go back to his room, and he didn't want to get off the stage to dance, so he had to keep telling the German jokes that the people liked to see and hear. When everyone was so weak from dancing and their mouths were dry from laughter, he got up and left and occupied the pool next to the pool. A sun lounger, borrowed sunglasses from the waiter, lie down and rest.

After a while, the sun was setting, and there was a large circle of people around the bow of the boat. Human instinct prompted them to watch the fun.

"Look, Mr. Williams, it's a seagull."

Nelson raised his head and looked past the girl who had evolved from a red onion into a human shape, and looked at the white seagulls crowded with sculptures on the bow. He didn't know why these birds ran into such a deep inland sea, but now it looks like they really are. It's hard to find such a place to rest.

This group of seagulls was a little anxious by the crowd. They were already thirsty and hungry, so they all became restless. Suddenly one of them found Nelson with crumbs on his head, and a fierce man rushed up with his brothers.

After a while, the disheveled, unlovable Nelson was dragged out of the flock.

"Sorry, Mr. Williams." The girl who turned into a red onion again sat down beside Nelson, covering her mouth.

"It's okay, it's just dry bread." Nelson looked up at the sky blankly, and it seemed that the journey would not be peaceful.

"Brother, brother," a little kid ran over with a milky voice, pounced on Nelson's side, and said crisply, "those pigeons like you so much!"

"That's a seagull."

"Brother, those pigeons like you so much!"

"That's a seagull."

"Brother, brother..."

"That's magic, you can't learn it."

Nelson got up and walked to the cabin, leaving the little kid standing there crying.

When Nelson appeared in the first-class dining room after washing up, he was greeted with great enthusiasm by fellow passengers.

"Let us welcome the warriors who fight against the seagulls, the eagle strikes the sky - Mr. Williams!"

The surrounding guests all clapped their hands. They are all people who have seen the world, but they are still talking about the afternoon scene.

"Mr. Williams," a bald young man across from him said with a smile, handing over a plate of lettuce, "your magic is great!"

"If you like it." Nelson took the plate feebly, forked a leaf of cabbage and placed it on his plate, turning sideways to make room for the waiter who brought the steak.

"Speaking of magic, I have a magician there. He said he is a wizard." The bald young man on the opposite side was a talkative man. He handed over a business card, and Nelson took it. Working in a mental hospital in the eastern suburbs, "Mr. Nelson, unlike you, he is a mental patient. He really thinks he has magic. He is the most stubborn patient I have ever seen."

"What kind of stubbornness?" Nelson picked up the knife and carefully cut the meat, raised his head and asked, "Are you the doctor with sixteen patients?"

"Ah, it's me, did you see it on the pier? Don't worry, they won't let them run out." The bald young man nodded and said, "I did a lot of tests on him, and the results showed that he did not recognize obstacle."

"Oh?" Nelson listened eagerly.

"This is where the problem arises. In fact, he doesn't have any magic power. He always says that he has lost his wand, so he can't cast spells. This is obviously unreasonable, isn't it?" Guarantor, he came to the UK to find that person, but we have entrusted the police to search for a long time and have not found it, there is no Godric's Hollow as he said."

Nelson's hand holding the knife and fork froze. He cut a piece of steak into his mouth and asked casually, "What's the name of his guarantor? The world is so small, maybe I still know him."

"What's it called... Bathilda Bagshot?"

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(End of this chapter)