My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 96
Downstairs in the Black Tower Library, Nelson held the laurel at Pythia's feet. For some reason, he always felt that the statue of the priestess seemed to bow its head and glance at him.

Nelson let go of the laurel branch, raised his head and rubbed his eyes. The statue of the priestess was still holding up the little sun as in the past, and the gentle fire released by the sun was no different from the past.

"Looks like you need a good rest." He shook his head, bent down and held the green branches again, calling her name softly.

"Pitia."

A breeze blew and Nelson disappeared into the streets of Nurmengard.

……

"Is that Mr. Nelson?"

Nelson opened his eyes and found that the previous living room had become empty. Several white dolls were struggling to carry a long table floating out of the storage room. He looked around, and the place where the sound seemed to be from the tower. In the kitchen, reaching out and holding the slightly hot cane suspended in the air, Nelson walked towards the small room full of oil smoke.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've lived alone for so many years." Lori Ann acted like a rich girl who couldn't cook, standing in the kitchen with a peculiarly shaped spatula. I was busy in front of the stove, which made the place smoky.

"Are you okay? Do you need help? I can cook some food." Nelson was choked by the cooking fumes from the kitchen, resisted the urge to cough, covered his mouth and nose and drew out his wand, thinking about whether to put out the fire, or wait a while. Might be saving people.

"No, no, no!" Lorien put on her hips pretending to be angry, raised the spatula and pointed at Nelson, "I graduated from etiquette school before I became a magician! I can cook."

"Okay, okay." Nelson raised his hands to apologize. He originally wanted to chat with Lori Ann, but seeing that the environment was not suitable for chatting, he had to say, "Is there anything I can help?"

"Well, let me think about it." Lori Ann put the spatula to her chin and thought, and Nelson noticed that her spatula was not stained with any oil stains. It seemed that she had been cooking for a long time, but it was a lonely experience. She thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Can you go down and pick some lettuce and pumpkin for me? I changed the garden downstairs into a small vegetable field... But I just asked Mr. Scamander to go and let me Let me see……"

She pushed open the kitchen window and glanced down, turned her head back and said, "Uh... It seems that he and the caterpillars in the vegetable field were having a good time chatting, and he's already a little reluctant to think about it."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, picked up two stacked small wooden baskets from the side, turned the cane around in his hand, and it quickly turned into a delicate little hoe, "I need something else. of something?"

……

"Nelson, why are you hanging out with them?" When Nelson turned his hoe and walked downstairs, Newt was squatting on the edge of the vegetable patch and looked at a caterpillar trying to nibble on a lettuce leaf, hearing Footsteps, he did not move, asked without looking back.

"Senior Newt, what did you say?"

"Grindelwald is not a good person. No matter how good he is to you on the surface, it is because he has plans for you." Newt stood up on his knees, patted the soil stained by his trousers, and turned to face Nelson. "I asked my friends at Hogwarts about you the last time I met you."

"What did they say?"

"My friends are all teachers, so they don't know your campus life very well, and they don't know why you chose to leave Hogwarts." Newt said slowly, "My good friend Melissa Sai Do you know him, Kes? She teaches Charms at Hogwarts and is the headmaster of Ravenclaw. She says you have good grades and an excellent student."

"I deal with Professor Sykes a lot." Nelson nodded. "She taught me a lot."

"Really?" Newt looked at Nelson with scrutiny, and said word by word, "She also told me that you and Albus had a conflict. What's going on?"

"..." Nelson didn't say anything, bent down and started digging lettuce with a hoe, "Senior Newt, you are also someone who left Hogwarts, you should understand that there is always a conflict between the ideas of people and people. I don't want to accuse Professor Dumbledore of anything, on the contrary I respect him, but two people with different ideas don't have to be together."

"We're different." Newt shook his head. "I think—"

"Then you should understand better," Nelson pulled out a lettuce, threw it into the wooden basket, and found the next lettuce to continue fighting, "Since you know that we are different, you must know what we have chosen. Every road has its own reasons for having to go.”

"Nelson--" Newt was a bit dumb and didn't know what to do, so he could only stare into the young apprentice's eyes with pouting lips. The vegetable garden quickly fell into silence, and only Nelson was left to dig vegetables. Hearing Susuo's voice.

"Senior, do you regret leaving Hogwarts?" When the wooden basket was full, Nelson brought another one, moved it to the side of the pumpkin patch, and suddenly asked.

"I..." Newt froze in place as if he had been casted by an immobilization spell. He buried his head between his legs like an ostrich, and fell into a long silence.

"I'm sorry, Senior Newt." Nelson put down the cane that turned into a small sickle, cut off a section of the pumpkin stem, and apologized in a low voice.

"No, it doesn't matter." Newt raised his head and said with a blank look, "I actually regret it."

"The time I was studying at Hufflepuff was the most carefree and almost the happiest years of my life." Newt recounted with some stumbling, he hadn't recalled that distant period for a long time. "During so many years of wandering outside, I always wondered, if I had not had an accident, had not been expelled from Hogwarts, and had successfully graduated from Hufflepuff, would I have become a The person I dreamed of when I was a child."

"The person I dreamed of when I was a child."

"Our life is always going with the flow, and no one knows what will happen in the next second." Newt stared at the air, the six-winged thunderbird was circling in the vast expanse of the sky, "His name is Frank, you think he Prestigious?"

"It's very majestic." Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure dancing in the electric light, and nodded, "I have never seen such an imposing bird, mastering thunder and lightning above the clouds..."

"But do you know? He was rescued by me from a bird dealer in Egypt at first." Newt's eyes showed nostalgia, "He wasn't so majestic at that time, a small ass Quail chicks huddled in a basket like yours, waiting to be sold into the hands of some cruel wizard."

"I really didn't expect..."

"Did you say we look like him?" Newt turned his head and stared at Nelson with burning eyes. "I'm not going to advise you to go back either, after all, I don't have such a position either. We are all rootless duckweeds, but we Unlike him, we at least have the right to choose."

"Do we have it?" Nelson couldn't help but wonder, isn't he the rootless duckweed who drifts with the crowd?As a wizard, he was dragged into the tragedy of the Muggle war by fate, so that he was powerless to this point, and the wand in his hand was not even as powerful as a pistol.

"Nelson, Albus told me that you are his favorite and most recognized student since he taught. It has nothing to do with your magical talent, but because he heard a word from you." Newt read word by word. To, "with great power comes great responsibility."

"this is only--"

"Nelson, I don't know if you believe it yourself, but I couldn't agree more with it. People these days, especially wizards, are always thinking of endless claims, power, power, wealth, And never want to take the corresponding responsibility, but in fact, everyone has his own responsibility in the world, even a magical animal living in nature also has a responsibility it must fulfill." Newt said without a word. Poured out, "The more capable people are, the more they need to create a greater cause, instead of turning the order upside down for their own selfish desires like Grindelwald, I have been annoyed countless times that I have no such ability, and there is no way to prevent some tragedies from happening. , but I think you must understand the truth."

There was a long silence in the pumpkin fields, until Lorien on the top of the tower opened the window and looked up and shouted, "Mr. Nelson, you have to hurry! Are you attracted to caterpillars too?"

"Come on here!" Nelson shook his head and showed Lorien a wooden basket full of lettuce in his hand, "I've picked it! Just a moment."

"I'll do it." Newt took the heavy wooden basket from Nelson's hand and followed Nelson upstairs.

Dinner was a simple family feast. Some stews and a few steaks were served on top. Although it was simple, it was rich. Lorianne finally left the kitchen under Nelson's persuasion, which prevented the historic castle from being buried in the fire. The tragedy, although the cooking skills of the few here are ordinary, for wizards, the development of household magic spells is a grand undertaking that has been carried out for dozens of centuries and iterated countless times, easily waving a few times Wand, everything in the kitchen started to work in order.

There was a wonderful scene on the table before the meal-Lori Ann was praying, Nelson was wiping his hands with wet wipes, and White and Andrea were sitting together to review the "homework" of the saints, which was like studying ideological and political , and Newt Scamander, as a well-known magical zoologist, has already drilled into the box to conduct daily visits to the magical animals he took with him.

By the time everyone was ready to sit at the table, several of them became the same.

"Miss Lorien, who are you praying to before dinner?" Andre asked casually, smearing bolognese on his bread, "God?"

"God?" Lorien shook her head, "I am praying to magic, and I am always in awe of magic - this is a required course for every magician, even the creator god is not as good as magic for us. importance."

"I must write this down and teach it to those young people later. They always lack awe of magic." Andre glanced at Newt and continued to ask, "God of Creation? It looks like Miss Lorianne. Your religion is also special."

"Religion?" Lorien asked strangely, lifting her head buried in the plate fighting steak, "What religion? Why should I believe in him? I'm not a priest."

Everyone didn't understand what she was saying, and the dinner ended in such a confused atmosphere.

After the meal, Nelson walked to the kitchen. Lorraine was holding a china plate and instructing her little dolls to clean up the dishes. When she heard Nelson come in, she looked back and said, "Mr. Nelson, you don't need to help me. , I can still finish this bit of work. Go back to your room to rest, and I'll tell you my notes later."

"No," Nelson looked at the orderly puppets, turned to look outside the door, closed the door again, and whispered, "Miss Lorien, you're from another world, aren't you?"

The plate in Lori Ann's hand fell to the ground and shattered into a piece of porcelain slag.

"How do you know? I didn't tell you?" She narrowed her eyes warily at Nelson, who was drawing his wand.

"It's back to normal." Nelson tapped his wand lightly, and the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground quickly gathered together and slowly put together the shape of a plate, "Have you forgotten? You told my uncle at the time that he said you fell from the sky. The ones who came down have been looking for someone with magic, trying to find their way home."

"Ah..." Lorien frowned and immediately stretched out, "I told him this."

"Have you found it?" Nelson asked earnestly, staring at Lorien's tangled face.

"..." Rolian raised her head and looked at him like a fool.

"Didn't you find it?" Nelson was a little disappointed.

"What do you think?" Lorien said with a sullen face, "If you find it, can you still meet me here? Not to mention that you are the first group of wizards I have seen, and you came here to find me before that. They're all people who don't know magic."

"All right……"

"Why are you interested in this?"

"You may not believe it, but I'm actually from another world." Nelson noticed Lorraine's increasingly bizarre gaze, and was silent for a moment before continuing, "Well, in fact, I've always been concerned about traveling to other worlds. Things are interesting."

"Why?" Lori Ann didn't understand very well. "The world is so big, and there are so many places to explore. Why travel to other worlds? Not to mention, you may not be able to return to your hometown."

"your hometown?"

"My hometown is called Arad, it's a place devastated by war, but still beautiful..."

Lori Ann spoke slowly and began to tell the story of an innocent girl who fell to another world like dead leaves in a disaster...

For the first time, Nelson knew that there were people in the world who had the same experience as him, but he had never told his story to anyone else. What about visions lost in dreams?

But at this moment he was relieved, no matter whether the vague memory was mental illness, or whether it only existed in the white fog of the blurred fantasy, he was relieved, whether it was the childhood growing up with Tom, or he was under the wheel of the semi-trailer. The blue sky you see is a precious thing that can't be more real.

"Why are you crying?" Lorien hurriedly flipped through her pockets to find her handkerchief, and asked in a panic, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I don't know why—"

"It's okay." Nelson raised his head, a big smile on his tear-filled face.

"Nelson, what's wrong with you?" Andre's anxious voice came.

The door opened.

……

The door opened.

"Boom."

The violent noise awakened the dust that had settled thousands of years ago, and the rotten smell and the characteristic withered sweetness of venom gushed out of the dark pit.

At Hogwarts, in front of the sink in the girls' bathroom, Tom was looking up at the slowly opening door to the chamber that Salazar Slytherin had left for his heir.

　Today, the mentality of being engaged by telecommunications is still a big chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)