My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 19

　　 "I don't remember, Professor."

　　 "Huh?" Dumbledore looked at Nelson with some confusion, "Is there such a pressure to study?"

　　 "No, Professor." Nelson raised his hand, rubbing his other hand over the handwriting. "One night two months ago, I went to the owl house in Ravenclaw to send a letter—"

　　 "Is it the night of your first-year all-member night tour?"

　　 "Sorry, Professor." Nelson scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

　　 "It's okay, you can go on." Dumbledore straightened up from the back of the sofa and listened solemnly to what happened that night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　 "Wait, you mean that there is a picture of a little girl at the end of the corridor coming out of the Slytherin lounge to light you up?"

　　 "Yes, Professor, there has always been a big picture frame there, and sometimes there will be a little girl playing with fire."

　　 "Um...you go on, Nelson."

　　 "Later I found Professor Sykes..."

　　 "Is Sykes staying in the office?" Dumbledore leaned down, put his elbows on his thighs, crossed his hands to support his chin, thoughtfully.

　　 "Yes, professor, the next thing is a bit strange." Nelson began to talk about how he would have forgotten his backpack since that day.

　　 "Nelson, you should have a good history of magic, right?" Dumbledore suddenly asked after hearing his story.

　　 "It's okay, Professor, does it matter?"

　　 "It's nothing, I think it's not your own memory problem, there may be something in your bag, that night—" Dumbledore suddenly pondered

　　 "What happened that night?"

　　 "Nothing, if you find anything, you must tell me, I don't see anything now." Dumbledore got up from the sofa and walked to the desk.

　　 "Okay, Professor."

"Take a rest early. Don't take a night tour tonight." He signaled that Nelson should leave, and smiled and took out a bag of honey cookies from the drawer of his desk. "I have always dreamed of opening a store in Hogsmeade. Honey dessert shop, take it on the road and eat it."

　　 "Good night, Professor." Nelson took the cookie, put the small package on the coffee table into his pocket, got up and left the office.

　　 "It's okay, Gnar?" Tom sat on the bed and cast a spell on a piece of parchment, "The black snake is out of the hole!"

　　 A black boa constrictor reflecting the phosphorescence came out of his magic wand, spitting a letter and swimming on the slate floor of the bedroom, and the cold and hard scales rubbed against the ground and made a toothless "rustle" sound.

　　 Nelson squatted in the corner and looked at his bag. The snake's letter swept his ankle, and he kicked the snake's head aside.

　　 "It's okay, Dumbledore asked me to bring something when I return to London."

"Oh, she's so beautiful..." Tom was sitting on the bedside, looking at the python he just released with a dazed expression. "It's fine, I thought you copied their transfiguration homework. ."

　　 "No, Tom, what I copied for them was written separately."

　　 "Tom, you are so amazing! You can actually perform this magic!" Alan Abbot turned over on the bed, saw the python on the ground, and exclaimed in surprise.

　　 "Thank you, Ellen, call me Riddle." Tom thanked coldly.

　　 "Sorry... Riddle... I mean..." Allen squashed an apology, and the other two roommates sat up when they heard the movement, saw the snake on the floor kicked aside by Nelson, and exclaimed loudly.

　　 "You guys..." a disharmonious voice suddenly came. Nelson opened his backpack and turned his head and asked his roommate, "Have any of you touched my bag?"

　　The bag is empty.

　　 In the restaurant on Thursday noon, Nelson and his party sat on a long table and chatted after lunch.

　　 "Alphad, what are you doing sitting here after eating?"

　　 "Xiaoxiaoshi." Alphad smiled awkwardly at his sister.

　　 "If I find you—" Wolbjia stared suspiciously at this brother who made her feel unconscious.

　　 "We will have an event later, and it will be a holiday soon." Tom helped Alphad on the sidelines.

　　 "Well, Tom, you have to look good on him!" Walburga instantly changed his face, "Are you really not coming to our house on vacation? Our house is also in London, we can—"

"Okay, okay, we'll go when we have time." Nelson put down the corn juice in his hand and helped Tom perfuse her. "Leave some private space for the boys, Walburga." Alphad pushed his sister out. The restaurant, when I returned to the long table, brought the door.

　　 "Let's go!" He stood in front of the long table awe-inspiring, his temperament changed.

　　 "It's just ahead." Alphad crept through the corridor.

"It's daytime. Walking in the hallway doesn't violate school rules. Why are you sneaking?" A dozen first-year Slytherin students followed behind him, and Tom couldn't help frowning and asked, just a few. The eyes of the passing students made him very uncomfortable.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm used to it." Alphad smiled and straightened up, but after a while he became sneaky again.

　　 walked along the corridor on the third floor, and stopped in front of a statue of an old one-eyed witch.

　　 "It's here." The crowd dispersed, leaving room for Alphad to perform.

　　 saw him walk to the side of the sculpture and reach out to touch the old witch's hunchback.

　　 "Could you not be like this, it's a bit disgusting." Tom looked at Alphad's movements, and took a step back in disgust, and everyone around him did the same.

　　 "The mechanism behind this statue is a bit hard to find..." Alphad quibbled.

　　 "Then how did you discover it in the first place?" Nelson couldn't help being curious.

　　 Alphad said something incomprehensible, and suddenly groaned in surprise.

　　 "It's open!" With a "kakaka" sound similar to the deformation of a Cyborg star, the old witch's hunchback split a gap from the middle, and slowly separated to the two sides, revealing a dark secret tunnel.

At the end of 　　 the secret road is a wooden board. Pushing the wooden board and climbing out of the secret road, everyone came to the basement of a bar with poor business.

　　 "Gentlemen, welcome to Hogsmeade!" Alphad stood by and pretended to perform the wizard's salute.

No one paid attention to him, Alphad had to stay awkward. Everyone quickly slipped out of the back door of the bar one by one. The Jin Jialong in the robes clashed against each other, and they couldn't wait to rush to Hogmore. De feel it.

　　 There is a heavy cloud over Hogsmeade today, and a looming mist is floating in the village, but this can't resist the excitement of these little snakes who came to Hogsmeade for the first time.

　　 "We will gather at the entrance of this bar at four o'clock in the afternoon." Tom stood in the middle of the crowd and ordered. Although the crowd was restless, they all stood still obediently.

　　 "Well, we'll see you then." People scattered in groups and scattered.

　　 "Nal, I want to buy some wizard's special products, do you want to go?" Tom looked at Nelson who was left in place, and asked.

　　 "I want to go around first. Let's see you at two broomsticks in an hour, okay?" Nelson did his homework.

　　 "Okay." Tom shrugged, turned and walked down the commercial street.

　　 Nelson wandered aimlessly in the alleys of Hogsmeade, the surrounding mist was getting thicker and thicker, and the humidity in the air made Nelson a little uncomfortable. He drew his wand from his pocket and carried it in his hand.

"Waterproof and moisture-proof." Nelson knocked on his sleeve. The damp feeling was still not relieved. He remembered the scene of thick fog when he first obtained this wand. This uncomfortable feeling made him want to find someone. After staying indoors for a while, he turned his head and saw a store in Mencroque.

　　 This is a store without a sign. A double-decked square building is exposed to the natural color of cement. Gray will make the building obsolete and dirty, but through the open wooden door, you can see the clean windows inside.

　　 Nelson walked in, the shop was full of lights, and the dazzling light made him squint.

After adapting to the light, he looked at the shop—the shop was surrounded by shelves on all sides, and there was an inconspicuous small door at the corner of the wall facing the door. There was nothing on these shelves, "Could it be that I Into a shop that is still being renovated?" Nelson was about to quit.

　　 "This guest, what are you going to buy?" A thick voice suddenly appeared behind Nelson, who clenched his wand tightly and turned to stare at him. The man has no hair, his face is too delicate, and he can't even distinguish between men and women, but he seems to be a man. He is wearing a crisp white shirt and a brown and black checkered waistcoat. The Oxford shoes under the black trousers are shining brightly.

　　 His hands are behind his back, and his face is gentle. Nelson held his wand and did not speak.

　　 "Guests don't get me wrong, I'm the owner Daguerre here, and the sign hasn't been installed yet." He took out his hand from his back, shrugged, showing a French expression, UU reading www. uukánshu. com "I mainly sell magic gadgets here."

　　 Nelson relaxed a little, put his hand back into the pocket of his robe, but still did not release his wand.

　　 "I was born in Muggle, and I want to buy something to take home to my relatives."

"Is it for a relative who doesn't know how to make magic?" Daguerre held his forehead with one hand, and put the other hand underneath, posing a thoughtful look, "How about the magic iron? You can just pick it up without heating it. Iron clothes."

　　 He reached out and took out an iron from the empty shelf at the door.

　　 "A little magic." Seeing Nelson's surprised expression, the shopkeeper explained.

　　 "Uh, this is good, but there is a laundry shop next to our house..."

"How about the camera? Magic Polaroid, you can take moving pictures without washing with potions." He stuffed the iron back into the shelf and fished out a camera full of scratches. "Because it is second-hand, And you can only take black and white photos, so how about two gallons and a free glass of butter beer."

　　 "Laugh!" He suddenly raised the camera and pressed the shutter at Nelson. "Look, it's so handsome!" He stuffed a picture into Nelson's hand.

　　 "It's really handsome..." Nelson looked at himself in the photo, boasting.

　　 "We don't have to buy it quickly, there can be no more cost-effective camera." The shopkeeper took the camera over again.

　　 "Okay..." Nelson took the camera in a daze, and walked out of the shop with a butterbeer in a daze.

"Good sales promotion." Turning to look at the boss waving at the door, he couldn't help but admire. He held up the camera and looked at it carefully. There seemed to be an inscription on the bottom of the camera. : "Louis Jacques Mande Youngor".

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