My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 249

When it rains suddenly in the foggy city, pedestrians can hardly see anything.

In the western suburbs of London, in a mass grave that can hardly be called a cemetery, a piece of dirty marble lies quietly in the inner part. Compared with other tombs in the outer area, there is a lot of weeds and no one seems to have been there for a long time. Set foot.

The fog was raining today, and the air was rippling a little hazy. Tom stood quietly in front of the marble slab, his waist was straight, his black suit was wet by the rain, and it was straight black. Fa lost its original shape under the washing of the rain, becoming soft and proper, sticking to his scalp wetly, covering his pale and squeezed brows, but there was not a trace of melancholy or self-pity in his eyes, but no face. He stared at the slate in front of him with expression, unable to see his inner thoughts.

Nelson was holding a black umbrella, the other one hanging from the handle.

Standing not far behind Tom, looking at his friend who was bathing in the rain, he unconsciously squeezed the handle of the umbrella, his hand with well-knotted joints became more and more awkward, and he was holding a bunch of small flowers that seemed to be no longer needed. , Rubbing the rough black ring on her index finger, said softly, "Tom, do you want to see her?"

His voice seemed to be covered by the ubiquitous rain. Tom did not respond, but maintained his initial posture stiffly. From the hem of his dripping jacket, he had been standing here for a while.

Merope Gaunt, the crappy witch was bullied in the Gaunt family and ran away from home. Although she left the house called the Devil's Cavern, her ending did not seem to be much better than that of her father. At least Marvolo took his son with the income of pawning the family's belongings for the last few years to maintain food and clothing, but Merope eventually died on a sordid delivery bed in a run-down orphanage on a snowy night. Her body was also buried in this extremely dilapidated cemetery together with those homeless people who died on the streets of London after a hasty mass was held.

A few figures filled with mud were engraved on the marble. Tom bent down and wiped out the dirt on the slate with his hands. After ten minutes passed, the surface of the slate became muddy and dirty, even the original writing. He couldn't see clearly, and Tom's clean hands became more unbearable than the dirt on the ground.

Nelson also held his umbrella and stood quietly behind him for ten minutes, watching Tom's awkward movements, he felt that he saw himself a few years ago.

"Need help?" The rain was getting worse and worse. Nelson took off his suit jacket and handed it forward. This jacket was drier than Tom's, but it was already soaked. The umbrella was like Tom's mother. , It does exist, but it can't play a role in sheltering people under the umbrella in the wind and rain.

"No," Tom's voice was very hoarse, and he slowly turned his head. He heard Nelson's words this time, nodded stiffly, and stretched out his dirty hand, "Thank you."

Nelson threw the jacket forward, and it fell into Tom's hands.

He spread Nelson's coat and spread it on the marble slab, rubbing it vigorously with a rag, and watching the slabs gradually become clear under the torrential rain, he stood up straight and looked down at the slabs.

1927.1

Many people died this month. We don't even know the names of some of them, but we hope that God will forgive them for their sins in this life.

The handwriting is somewhat familiar. Tom raised his head and looked at the gray sky, allowing the rain to flow freely on his face. He opened his eyes and opened his arms, like a child who had just been sent to a boarding school on the weekend of the first week. To the mother's arms.

"Pitiful."

Tom turned his head without hesitation, took off his coat, dried it with magic and threw it to Nelson, then picked up the dirty coat that had changed color on the marble slab, and put it unscrupulously. It rested on his shoulders, he walked to Nelson, got under the umbrella, took the flower from Nelson's hand, and threw it beside the slate.

Looking at the ring that Nelson was rubbing with his thumb, he shook his head slightly, "No, I don't want to say anything to her... and, she might think so too."

Nelson didn't know what to say, he himself didn't believe that there would be any parent-child relationship between Tom Riddle and Merope Gunter, but... they were mother and son after all.

At this time, all comforts are pale and weak, he can only make his hand holding the umbrella firmer, and secretly make the umbrella cover a little bigger.

"Let's go." Standing in the rain for a long time to make Tom's lips pale, he resisted the trembling desire, wiped his hands on his pants, and took Nelson's arm to the exit of the cemetery. "How God deserves to forgive others. ?"

The two jumped over the pool on the mud and walked **** this dirt road, which was harder to walk than when they came. Tom whispered, using things that Nelson couldn't understand, "Only people can forgive others."

"What are you talking about?" Nelson slanted his umbrella in Tom's direction. The path was narrow, and the two of them could only hold one umbrella.

"It's nothing," Tom shook his head and said, "I mean, it's so pathetic, with so many graves, I don't even know which one she is buried under."

"She will know."

"She's better not to know." Tom pouted, and the two of them walked out of the cemetery and came to a fairly wide path. He took off the black umbrella hung on the handle of Nelson's umbrella, held it up, and walked aside. Finally shivered.

The weather seemed to be joking with him. As soon as he opened up his umbrella, the rain stopped, and even the clouds were quickly dispersed by the ensuing wind. They actually encountered a rare sunny day in London, although It was out of the sun, but the wind made the wet Tom feel colder. Seeing no one was around, Nelson waved his wand and dried Tom's clothes.

Tom smiled helplessly, put away the umbrella that had just been opened, and the two walked towards Xicheng together. Behind them, an inconspicuous rainbow secretly appeared from the horizon.

After the two left, the bunch of small white flowers that fell beside the slate was blown away by a sudden gust of wind, and the white and fine petals flew everywhere. When the wind was calm, the petals slowly fell to the ground, next to the trees, and to the water. In the pit, they quickly melt into the soil and take root, germinate, head and bloom within a few minutes.

Soon, the dilapidated cemetery was full of these little white flowers that could not be named. Although the facilities and tombstones were still in tatters, they could always make the underground people sleep peacefully.

In such weather and age, few Londoners would choose to come to such a distant place. Nelson and Tom enjoyed the tranquility of the journey until a familiar owl flew from a distance.

Its passionate cry made the western suburbs more quiet, and Tom raised his hand to let the owl fall on his arm.

A metal letterbox is tied to its legs, and a small package is also held on its paws.

"Guilford Manor Avenue, Mr. Nelson Williams and Mr. Tom Riddle."

There was only one letter in the letterbox, but two names were written on it. Tom silently passed the letter to Nelson's hand and untied the package from the owl's feet.

"Is Hogwarts so tight? Didn't even have the money to write two letters to two people?"

"Maybe Dumbledore knows that the two of us have been together this holiday season," Nelson opened the envelope. The letter paper inside was Dumbledore's iconic typeface. He read the letter carefully. , Said, "It's just some textbooks and the like. He also asked me to tell you that the badge in the package is for you."

"How did he know that it was you who read the letter?" Tom's attention was a little strange, he asked while untying the knot on the parcel, "Or if it was me who read the letter, the content would become Am I telling you?"

"Maybe Dumbledore knows you like unpacking." Nelson looked at Tom, who was struggling with the knot, and drew his wand and tapped it.

As the knot was untied, Tom quickly opened the package. In the package, a delicate wooden box came into view. Tom opened the wooden box and revealed the small medal inside—a silver medal inlaid with a huge piece. A shield-shaped emerald, a ribbon-shaped silver bar fixes the gem on the badge, and on it is engraved the letter P surrounded by a silver snake.

"That's great, I will be able to blatantly swim at night in the future," Nelson looked up, observing the prefect medal in Tom's hand with satisfaction, shook his head regrettably, and said, "I thought it would be a male representative?"

"You can only be the prefect in the fifth grade." Tom teased, "Unfortunately it's not you."

"It's definitely not me. After all, I have been in Ifamuni for three years, so how can I be the prefect," Nelson said with a curled lips, "Maybe if I continue reading in Ifamuni, I can become the principal. Up."

"Then dare to love, we can hold a two-strong competition in the future."

No matter how concealed it is, Tom's love for this medal can be easily noticed by anyone. He drew the medal on his chest beautifully, and Nelson was even happier than him, "Are you already appointed as the principal?" "

"I didn't say that. It's fake news." Tom pretended to be serious. The two soon laughed together, and the sadness that came to Tom from visiting Merope quickly disappeared. He was just like this. People, there are few things that can make him frown for a long time, and of course, there are few things that can make him smile and put down his image.

The owl waited a little impatiently, and yelled "coococo".

"Why do you scream like an eagle when you fly in the sky and become a dove when you come down?" Tom unbuttoned the buckle on the owl's leg and said, "I was out in a hurry and didn't bring anything to eat. When school starts I'll let people feed you."

The owl snorted, fluttered its wings and flew away.

"What's down there?" Nelson asked curiously when he sent the owl away.

"Let me see," Tom pulled out a thin, hard object wrapped in tarp from under the package, with a sticky note with Nelson's name on it. He frowned and frowned, trying to figure out the texture of the hard object with his hands. Is it a sword?"

"Let me see what it is..." Nelson took the tarp and opened it carefully to prevent the sharp object from scratching his hand.

"He won't leave Gryffindor's sword to you?" Tom asked suspiciously, "If so, we will soon gather the relics of the Big Four."

"Have you ever seen such a short sword?" Nelson opened the tarp and revealed a plain-looking short dagger with no decoration and ancient style. The sharp cold light on it always reminded him that this was a big kill. Device.

"What does Dumbledore mean?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, took out a small ball from his trouser pocket and turned it into a silver glove attached to his hand, pinched the handle of the dagger, picked it up, and squeezed it tightly. Poke the big tree beside him.

The next second, the dagger went straight into the trunk, only the grip was exposed.

Nelson drew his dagger and shook his head. "It's sharp! But what does this mean?"

"There are words on oil paper."

Tom reminded him that Nelson lowered her head and saw this sentence in the position previously hidden by the dagger: "Minerva has been a bit busy recently. After hearing that you learned Animagus~www.mtlnovel.com~ she please. I teach you some advanced transformation techniques-you need to learn how to use the magic of transformation to fight against other types of magic. There are many spells on this dagger, and its material is not suitable for transformation. I will use it after the next semester starts. It is used to start your extracurricular tutoring. During the remaining days of the holiday, you can preview it first."

"It's confusing." Nelson touched his head, touched the question mark above his head, and pressed it down hard.

"I don't know, but this knife looks good." Tom licked his lips. "He may see that you have good physical fitness, so he has specially prepared a melee weapon for you.

"I'll use it to poke you later."

Nelson raised the dagger and gestured a few times. The two chatted, laughed, and squabbled, and soon walked to the neighborhood where they lived before. Tom and Nelson were going home to pick up some things for the orphanage and hand them to Mrs. Cole. Go to the wizarding world.

At this time, the neighborhoods that were still popular became few pedestrians, and those neighbors who could talk about it before could not see a few, which also saved the time of greetings and greetings, and made the two of them quiet and happy.

Tom knocked on the door habitually, then took out the key and prepared to go straight in, but what was unexpected is that the sound of trotting near the door soon came from the room, and Nelson and Tom stared at the door.的声动.

They discovered that the garden that had not been taken care of for a long time had been cleaned up. Although there were no flowers, almost all the weeds were cleaned up. Nelson only felt outrageous. A few hours ago, he and Tom were sitting in the living room drinking tea. And those anti-theft measures were not triggered at all.

Soon, the hand of the door moved manually, and with a squeak, the door opened from the inside.

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