My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 20

　　 "So the one who invented the camera was actually a wizard?"

　　 Leaning on the window edge of the Hogwarts Express box, Tom tilted his legs and played with the camera bought by Nelson. Brother Blake got off the train the last stop, leaving only Nelson and Tom in the box.

　　 "Yes, look at the name under the camera. This may be a camera he made by himself."

　　 "It's you, historian. Do you want to take a picture?" Tom held a red Bibi Duo bean in one hand and waved the camera in his hand, "Um...good, tomato flavor."

"I asked you to take pictures yesterday. You don't want to take them." Nelson slumped on the opposite seat, rolling his eyes silently. In order to trick the pet into the cage, he wrestled with his dead ghost Yingdan last night—that one was called The "question mark" cat was lying on his head and snore comfortably at this moment, but he was not sleepy, with thick dark circles under his eyes, it was as innocent as a puddle of liquid.

"There were too many people yesterday. It was too shameful to be in front of so many people." Tom quibbleed with a scumbag, stood up and walked over to Nelson to sit down and took his arm. "Come on, cheese." !"

"This kind of camera that doesn't need to be washed is really convenient!" As a burst of green smoke slowly rose and drifted from the camera, Tom held the photo spit out from the camera in his hand, "Yes, it's handsome." He praised it with delight. .

"Let me see." Nelson looked up at the photo. In the black and white photo, he smiled brightly. The kitten above his head was sitting grimace at the camera, and Tom was holding his shoulders beside him, smiling brightly, "Yes, this camera There is also a beauty function."

　　 "What is beauty?" Tom took the photo back and carefully stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

　　 Seeing that Nelson didn't respond, Tom turned to look at him, the question mark slipped down because of Nelson's head up, and one person and one cat began to fight fiercely again...

　　 "I always wondered if you would emit exhaust gas when you rode a flying broomstick." After the fight, Tom stood by the window and breathed on the glass as the train was passing through thick fog.

　　 "This is just the weather in London, especially in the past two years, the factory has discharged pollutants every day."

"But I think it's handsome with a smog while flying," Tom took out his wand, pondered for a moment, and slowly floated up, a black smoke billowing under his hunting wizard robe, he was in the air. Turning around, he lifted his chin at Nelson triumphantly, "How about it, not bad."

　　 "There are still ten minutes to arrive at Kings Cross Station, please be prepared." The train's broadcast repeated the arrival reminder.

　　 Looking at Tom, who can levitate or even fly by magic without using any props, Nelson exclaimed, "It's amazing, but I think it might be cooler to bring out a rainbow when flying, like a fairy."

　　 "Is your uncle at home today?" Walking through the streets of London with his suitcase, Tom asked, and walked two blocks to reach Aunt Bella's house, "Hey, it's disgusting."

Tom's polished leather shoes almost stepped on a pool of sewage. This year, London was full of such messy scenes. Residents on both sides of the street randomly dumped domestic garbage and sewage on the street. Beggars, beggars, etc. can be seen everywhere in the street. Hummers and thieves, as well as foreigners in a hurry, billowing black smoke from the chimneys of the factories in the suburbs gave this city, which was originally called the city of fog, a layer of gray.

When they got out of the car, the two changed into Muggle clothes in the box. Nelson wore a wide black and white striped wool sweater, thick overalls and jeans. A pair of brown cowhide gentlemen's boots were stepped on underneath his feet. A beige windbreaker with four large pockets, and a gray wool scarf that was loosely tied around his neck and hung down to his waist. Tom is dressed very formally, a black suit covering himself tightly, emerald and silver collar pins reflecting the dim light on the neckline, he is holding the suitcase in one hand and the bird cage covered in black cloth in the other. Nelson's cat stood tall on top of Tom's head, and it didn't seem to want to pay attention to its owner.

　　 In the months of campus life, the two have grown a lot taller. Pedestrians on the street looked at the two decently dressed teenagers unscrupulously. Several vagrants even showed ill-intentioned smiles.

"The security of the British Empire is at this level?" Tom sneered disdainfully, and then gave them a provocative smile. "Chamberlain should bury himself in his backyard. If he is attacked, he will use magic to fight back. It is not a violation of " The International Wizarding Federation Confidentiality Act, right?" Tom licked his lips with excitement, his handsome face was a bit hideous, and a scarlet light flashed in his black eyes.

"It depends on what the situation is. If you blow up a street, you should still be breaking the law." Nelson stopped Tom's dangerous thoughts, and the two approached an inaccessible alley. The opposite side of the alley was where they grew up. Orphanage, "My uncle should be at home. He wrote last week saying that he had left for home from Poland."

"Bang—" Walking through the alley, a thin boy wearing a worn-out newsboy hat hit Nelson's arms. "I'm sorry, sir." He heard the voice of a ten-year-old boy who backed away while apologizing, pressing with his hands. The brim of the hat quickly turned and ran away.

"Interesting." Nelson looked at his back, blew his whistle, put his hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, Tom cocked the corner of his mouth, released the box, shook his arm slightly, the wand slid out of his sleeve and was held by him. In hands.

　　 "That's magic." He was a little eager to try, "Sure enough, going home on holiday is a good choice. There will be wizards stealing things in the Muggle community."

　　 "It's magic." Nelson squinted his eyes and saw from a distance the child wearing a newsboy hat got through the back door of the orphanage. "It's amazing. Just when we left, this kind of character came out of the orphanage."

　　 "Mrs. Cole must have picked it up. I feel that she is almost exhausted, and she keeps picking up people in the orphanage like a nun." Tom raised his head and looked in the direction of the orphanage, "What did he steal?"

　　 "It's just a wallet. I don't have a few pounds. Gallon is in the box." Nelson shrugged. "The nuns of the church don't pick up children. They pick up a few gentlemen who are willing to collect donations."

"It makes me sick, but it's unrealistic to want everyone to be like Mrs. Cole," Tom curled his lips in disgust. "She's a really good person. Let's help Mrs. Cole educate this kid. She always It means that I would rather starve to death than steal."

"Let's go home first. I put a little thing in his pocket." Nelson took his hand out of his pocket and held the lever of the box. "You have to put the luggage down first, depending on how old he is. It should be next year. The freshman at Hogwarts."

　　 "Well, anyway, I have to visit the orphanage in a few days."

　　 "Hahaha, I wonder if he has eaten the chocolate that Brother Tom left for everyone?" Nelson smiled narrowly.

　　 Tom's face flushed red, and he walked stiffly towards Aunt Bella's house, holding the box.

　　 "Wait Brother Tom, I want to eat chocolate too!" Nelson pulled the box and ran after Tom. Tom's footsteps were faster, and he seemed to want to summon a broom and fly away.

　　 After a while, the two stood at the door of Aunt Bella's house. Nelson took a deep breath, took a step forward, and rang the doorbell.

"Uh, nar, are you also deserted?" Tom, who stood at the door for half an hour in the chilly wind, wrapped his coat tightly, put his hand on the belly of the kitten in his arms, and had a relationship with Nelson. A sympathy of sympathy.

　　 "It may be, Tom." Nelson tied the **** of the trench coat and tightened the scarf, which looked like an anti-war sculpture.

　　 "Two handsome gentlemen, what are you doing here?" Two big hands fell on Nelson and Tom's shoulders, and they turned their heads slowly.

"About... Uncle Jonas, Aunt Bella." Nelson squatted hello in the cold wind, Tom also nodded hello stiffly, pretending to be cold, but the sudden cold war still made Jonas. And Bella behind him "pushed" and laughed.

　　 "We're going to buy you some delicious food." Bella raised her hand and showed Nelson and Tom the ingredients in her hand, "Go in and make you Christmas dinner."

　　 Jonas took out the key and opened the door. Nelson and Tom who followed the door immediately rushed to the sofa near the fireplace and hugged the pillow.

　　 Jonas took out a bottle of fruit wine and four glasses from the kitchen, UU reading www. uukanshu.com squatted on the coffee table, Bella teased the kitten on the side, "It looks so funny!" It seemed to be very close to Bella, rubbing her chin against the back of her hand, making a comfortable purr .

"This is a fruit wine sent by a relative from my hometown over there. The degree is very low. You can also drink some." Jonas filled four cups with peach-red fruit wine, and a fermented sweet and sour fragrance permeated. In the living room.

"I'm going to the kitchen, you guys talk first." Bella took a bamboo basket from the fireplace, picked a square pillow from the sofa, and placed it in the bamboo basket. In the basket, it "meows" in a ball, and soon lost its sound. She added some water to Tom's owl cage and opened the cage door. "Tom, this bird is good. Can it eat corn?"

　　 "I brought the feed, Aunt Bella." Tom answered happily.

　　 "It's great," Jonas sat on the sofa, raised his legs, and took a sip from his wine glass. "The presents I brought you are in the basement. You can check it out later."

　　 "Thank you, uncle." Tom is now so well-behaved as a "other person's kid", he doesn't even touch the wine glass.

　　 "Uncle Jonas, how about Poland?" Nelson asked, playing with the wine glass.

"It's not very good. I feel like war is about to go. The people there are very enthusiastic and there are homeless people everywhere." Jonas said worriedly, "I can't control you when you go to school, but don't Run around."

　　 "Jonas, come and help me chop the vegetables!" Bella's voice came from the kitchen.

　　 "Let's go to the basement to see the gifts," Jonas stood up on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. "You will like it."

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