My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 24

　　 "Gu Gu Gu..."

　　 The faint sunlight hit Nelson's face through the clouds, morning mist and curtains. He struggled to sit up, and the quilt slid from his belly to the ground following his movements. He looked up at the window sill. The window was opened with a slit. The heavy curtains occasionally swayed. The sunlight in the fog was never so direct. It always made people confused between morning and evening. From the position of the sun, he could barely judge that it appeared in It should be morning.

Nelson reached out and touched the water glass on the bedside table. The cold touch made him remove it from his lips for the first time. Thanks to it, he finally woke up from the state of fascination and staring, and poured the cold water in the glass onto the window sill. In the flowerpot above, Nelson was holding the cup, feeling the gradually satisfying, warm and even hot touch of the cup wall in his palm. He picked up the cup again and took a sip of hot water, completely awake. Suddenly he felt that his head was heavy and his face was aching fiercely, so he turned his head and looked at the mirror on the closet door, with a few small red paw prints on his left cheek.

　　 Nelson shot quickly and grabbed Tom's unhappy spotted owl from the top of his head.

　　 Raising the grumpy little owl in his hand, enduring its frenzied peck on his forearm, Nelson took a roll of parchment from his ankle.

　　Nelson:

Judging from your two consecutive letters, the incident is urgent enough. Wizards who can learn to use magic before they are educated are rare in such a long history, not to mention using them to take things from wizards' pockets. They are all brilliant people... or people who died prematurely because of a magical riot.

　　 Actually, you don't have to worry too much. The occasional agitation of magic is something every little wizard will encounter. Shattering a cup is too common... After all, special experiences may make some children's minds too delicate and sensitive.

Nelson, although it's a bit out of date to ask you to do things on the holiday, I still ask you to find her as soon as possible and explain the situation to her. I will come to give you something for breakfast. It is specially made by me. ■■■■■■■ ( Obliterate), can effectively curb the potential of becoming silent, you give it to that girl. Although this is against the regulations, life is greater than these boring procedures.

　　 By the way, I regret buying this owl for Tom. It is a bit grumpy.

Your loyalty

　　 Albus Dumbledore

　　 Nelson tried to identify what Dumbledore had obliterated, but there was no result after watching it for a long time, so he had to give up. Folded the quilt, opened the window, hugged the spotted owl, threw it out, put the parchment into the pocket of the pajamas, put on the clothes, slipped on the slippers and prepared to go downstairs to wash.

As soon as he got out of bed, he stumbled on something. Nelson looked down and saw that it was a huge red and white striped wool socks over a meter long. He bent over to pick it up and clamped it to the waist. There seemed to be a stick or something inside. , He smiled, only Jonas would do such a thing.

　　 "Nall, your hair really looks like a bird's nest now." Tom was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. He quizzed vaguely when he saw Nelson standing in front of the bathroom through the mirror.

　　 "Because it did make a bird's nest just now." Nelson just wanted to say hello, but suddenly he yawned and made a strange noise. He took out his toothbrush from the cabinet and squeezed toothpaste on it, "Merry Christmas."

　　 After washing, the two went down the stairs to the living room.

　　 "The automatic ink replenishment pen is so easy to use," Jonas on the sofa lifted his head from the newspaper and bared his white teeth at the two of them, "Do you like Christmas gifts?"

Tom pulled out a slender silver chain from the neckline, which was inlaid with some slender green broken gems, spelled out the runes all over the chain, which seemed to be some words of blessing and blessing. The silver chain was slender on Tom. On the bottom of his neck, there is a black stone inlaid in a silver ring. It is Tom's pelt. In the light of the living room, the black gem resembles Tom's eyes, shining in the backlight of the fireplace. Hui.

　　 "Very good for you, Tom." Jonas praised it heartily.

　　 "Thank you." Tom shyly shoved the necklace back.

　　 "Gnar? Do you like your gift?"

　　 Nelson grabbed the large sock in his hand and shook the stick inside—a stick fell on the sofa.

　　 Nelson's mood at the moment is very complicated. It is hard to say that this cane is not beautiful enough, in fact it is very luxurious.

Its length is about one meter. The black stick handle is slender and straight. It hardly reflects light. You can't see what wood is. But after holding it, you can feel a cool and delicate touch. It has a solid weight and uniform texture. It is seen by a man. They all want to have a good stick to pick up and wave for themselves. The tip of the stick is wrapped in a thick layer of frosted brass, and the top of the stick body is hooped with a circle of golden metal strips, which are meticulously engraved with the content of the Tower of Babel in "Genesis", and then look up, The head of the stick wraps his orange amber with a structure similar to a crown.

　　Nelson believed that if he took it to the streets of London, he would be the brightest star in the night sky.

　　 "As a literary and art worker," Jonas cleared his throat and shook his head triumphantly, "I know British culture very well."

"What do you know?" Bella came out of the kitchen in an apron, carrying a basket of bread, biscuits, and hot milk. There were also bottles of jam in the frame. She picked up her cane and swished--this The action touched the hearts of the other three people in the room, and they couldn't wait to take their place, picking up their canes and waving them.

"Not only Gnar, I made one for both me and Tom. I know that every gentleman in London needs a cane. This is not only good for them to travel, but it is also—" Jonas continued to complacent, he Bella's words were quickly broken by Bella.

"Every gentleman in London needs a cane?" Bella poked Jonas angrily, "Do you know when this was popular? My grandfather back then, but now, who else carries this thing except the old man? Er? Do you want them to go to school and be laughed at?"

　　 "Actually, Aunt Bella," Tom said from the side, "the cane is still quite popular in the wizarding world."

　　Bella looked at Tom suspiciously, then at Nelson.

　　 "That's it." Nelson agreed. The aesthetics of the wizarding world seems to be slower than that of the Muggle world. There seems to be an unimaginable network delay in the spread of fashion elements. Sometimes you can see men wearing medieval stockings and velvet shorts in the shops of Diagon Alley. In such a place, if you can go out of the street with a gorgeous walking stick, it will truly become the brightest star in the night sky...

　　 "It's because of my foresight--" Jonas felt he was getting better, and he asked for credit, and then Bella broke him with a stick.

　　 The Christmas breakfast began amidst such lively laughter.

　　 "Nal, why did you look around?" Jonas looked at Nelson, who turned his head in confusion, as if fidgeting, "Can you find anything?"

　　 "I'm waiting for Dumbledore." Nelson's eyes moved back and forth between the fireplace and the door. "He said he would come and bring something."

　　 "Is he coming to London for Christmas?" Tom played with his cane and swished, chewing slices of bread to look at the fireplace, "How come? Floo powder?"

　　 "This is what I'm curious about," Nelson looked up at his watch. "He has something in the past few days. I guess it may be a messenger or a clone...or simply drilled out of the telegram."

　　 "Huh?" Bella stood up, "Does Dumbledore come? I'm going to make a pot of tea."

　　 "No, thank you." Dumbledore's voice came from behind Nelson. He turned around and saw a huge silver-white bird leaping in from the window waving its wings.

　　 "Professor Dumbledore." Nelson and Tom stood up, the big bird in front of them had already folded their wings, standing on the back of an empty chair by the table, combing their feathers with their heads down.

　　 "Merry Christmas, Mr. Nicklaus, Mrs. Nicklaus." Dumbledore nodded to Jonas and Bella.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Dumbledore." Jonas stood up, trying to reach out for a handshake. He seemed to think of a bird in front of him, and quickly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, I didn't know that Gnar and Tom's teacher were One...er..."

"Phoenix~www.mtlnovel.com~ The big silver-white bird slowly opened her mouth, with glowing feathers falling down from her body, and then rising again, turning into a ray of white light and dissipating in the air, "I'm not telling you. It's actually an individual. "

　　 One person, one bird suddenly laughed in the confused eyes of others, as if they had just said a funny joke.

　　 "This is a guardian spell, an advanced use of emotional magic." Dumbledore's Phoenix guardian said slowly, "If you are interested, I can teach you when you are in third grade."

　　 "Thank you, professor."

　　 "Well, time is limited, Nelson." Phoenix turned his head to look at him, spit out a nut from his slender beak, "Bring this to that kid."

　　 "Okay, I'll go in the morning." Nelson nodded, picked up the nuts and put them in his pocket carefully.

　　 "Thanks for your hard work." Phoenix turned his head to look at Jonas and Bella, "I'm sorry to borrow your baby nephew to help me at Christmas, but this involves a poor girl..."

　　 "I don't have time anymore. When I have time, I will definitely visit my door myself." Phoenix fluttered from the back of his chair and hovered in the air in the restaurant. "Mr. Nicklaus, I think we should be able to talk."

　　 "Okay, Mr. Dumbledore." Jonas stretched out his hand and shook Phoenix's outstretched paw.

Dumbledore's patron saint glowed brighter. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Tom and Nelson. He didn't know what he was looking at. Then he burst into pieces, turning into dots of light scattered in the air, and then another. All went out.

　　 "Hurry up and eat, lads!" Jonas handed them a plate of sausages, "Get on the road when you are full, and there is a poor girl waiting for you to save."

Chapter end