My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 320

I don't know how long it took, Nelson forgot the time in the tireless running, the stone pillars were getting smaller and smaller behind him, gradually being blocked by the fog, like a gentleman leaving home covering the door, he even heard a door shaft. With the sound of turning, when I turned my head back, there was only a plain of Pingchuan left behind, white tall buildings looming in the distance, and the mist that was free and unrestrained like a tsunami.

The silver brilliance on his body gradually dimmed, and Nelson was surprised to find that he hadn't noticed. I don't know when the pedestrians were gone. He was the only one left in the huge wilderness. The white cat jumped from the ground and became again The appearance of a young man.

He wandered along the sleepers, waving the long sword in his hand carelessly. As he turned round and round, the blade gradually turned black, and eventually became a straight black cane. Nelson's arm swayed freely, and the cane struck along with it. He hit the sleeper by his feet, his speed was fast and slow, and the crisp percussion played a brisk song.

Finally, a touch of red appeared in front of Nelson's eyes. He picked up his cane and walked quickly to the train stopped on the rails. The scenery on both sides of the railroad was somewhat familiar, a city with a unique style, Prague.

With the car door open, he climbed the stairs and patted the handrail lightly. The whole train trembled, and Alexander greeted him.

"Professor," Nelson shouted, "the matter is settled, we can go back."

Turning a corner, Nelson saw that the previous compartment door was still open. He stood by the door, leaned forward, and looked inside suspiciously.

The compartment is empty.

There were two cups facing each other on the table. Nelson reached out and touched the rim of Dumbledore's cup. His hands were cold, and it seemed that he had been gone for a while.

"Alexander, where did he go?"

Nelson raised his head and asked at the ceiling.

Soon, a small silver hand stretched out from the lampshade above his head and pointed to the city not far away.

"I don't know what exactly is there in his eyes."

Nelson thought of Dumbledore's abnormality when the train passed by. He seemed to have passed by in tribute. He sat on a chair, filled his glass with water, and closed his eyes and took a nap.

"Sorry, I wasted time."

Nelson opened his eyes just in time to see Dumbledore's self-blaming apology.

"It doesn't matter, Professor, the students are safe anyway," he patted the table, two cups filled with hot cocoa.

"Sorry, I didn't help you much," Dumbledore said gratefully. "The sense of oppression there is too strong. Fortunately, I have you, otherwise I can't imagine what will happen."

"Professor, have you forgotten? As I said before, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." Nelson blinked.

"This sentence is wonderful, but it's too unfair to capable people." Dumbledore looked at Nelson's somewhat embarrassed expression with a complex expression, and said, ""

"What can I do?" Nelson shrugged. "It's all here. Only I can move. What can I do? I can't turn around and leave. Tom's sister is still in the crowd, not to mention. It's just a surprise, I might even have solved a big problem."

Dumbledore's expression eased, and Nelson thrust his cane into the wall and pulled the lever, which was very different from the one he had come. The siren sounded again, and the train slowly departed.

"If I die, I want to take this train." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and said suddenly as Nelson took out a bag of candy from his pocket like an outing.

"Is this train?" Nelson asked, without stopping, he opened the seal of Bibidou and pushed it in front of Dumbledore, and said, "If you die before me, I will help you drive. of."

"Thank you, I remembered your promise." Dumbledore held up the cup in front of him, took a sip of hot cocoa, and slapped his lips, as if he was drinking strong whiskey. "I have stepped into it. Years, but you are still young, I am really curious about what your world will be like."

He stroked the armrest of the seat, causing Alexander to shake uncomfortably.

"That's not necessarily true, Professor," Nelson said half-jokingly. "If you want me to say, you can at least live to the millennium, and it won't necessarily be the first time we see the scenery behind the door!"

Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, only when Nelson told a joke.

After a while, when the cocoa in the cup was about to bottom out, he asked, "Gnar, are you there yet?"

He leaned on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes, and his face was full of longing and yearning. He squeezed a bibido bean, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully, "No, you must be there."

"uh-huh."

"What's in the door?"

"Wool socks, professor," Nelson said with a smile, holding the cup, "there is a mountain in the door, a mountain piled with thick, warm, bright woolen socks."

"what?"

Dumbledore sat up straight, then laughed. The jelly beans choked on his throat. He coughed violently and his face was flushed red. Even though it was difficult to breathe, he did not stop laughing.

"An cough disappears."

Nelson pointed his magic wand at him. Dumbledore's face finally returned to calm, but he still laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in his life, “Nar, this is the truth. Warm your woolen socks in the ground!"

"It couldn't be more correct." Nelson refilled the drinks for the two, agreeing.

During the subsequent journey, Dumbledore never expressed his curiosity about the "door". He even played Gobstone with Nelson. Unfortunately, in terms of playing games, Nelson's talent seemed as unique as his potion talent.

Even with the pastime to pass the time, time still passes so long for the two who are back home, especially when they have plenty of free time to enjoy the scenery on both sides of the railway, but they cannot communicate because the scenery in their eyes is exactly the same. Time.

They woke up and sleepy, slept and awake, it was not too long, but they really seemed to be riding a steam locomotive across Asia and Europe.

The train drove into the platform. When the two got off the train, they were already standing on the lawn outside the castle. Nelson took a deep breath and sighed, "The air here is better, there is a black lake, and it is much humid."

"Of course, you belong here." Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder. "Are you going to see the classmates you saved?"

In the bedroom, the question mark who was dozing on the pillow suddenly woke up. Its ears moved, arched its back, leaped forward, stomped on Tom's messy quilt, and jumped onto the window sill. Confused, shouldn't your pet appear in the disappearing place?

Looking at the two people walking towards the castle, the question mark shook his head helplessly. It would be difficult to find such an opportunity to clean up Nelson while saving face.

"Do you want to teach him a lesson?" A little milky ghost with a funny beard, carrying a medicine box, came out from the window sill, facing the question mark through the glass. The question mark was taken aback and almost rolled. Going to the flower pot under the window sill, it glared at Pippi, and listened to him continue to say, "Believe me, I have lived in Hogwarts for many years, this kind of man, if you don't let him hurt, he It's not a long memory."

The question mark slapped the glass disdainfully, and pointed his sharp claws at Pepigui's skull.

"No, I have studied him and understood, he will never be able to screw my head off," Pepigui raised his chest confidently, took out a milky white notebook, and said, pointing to the graffiti-like drawings on it." As long as it can lead him to—"

The question mark patted the glass again, interrupting Pipigui's beautiful fantasy. It raised a paw and pointed at the back of Pipigui, and Pipigui turned his head stiffly 180 degrees, just right downstairs. Nelson stared at him.

"Professor, is that Peepee? What is he carrying? Toolbox? It looks like he is going to do bad things to my bedroom?"

"It seems so," Dumbledore nodded. "Be careful when you go back at night. Recently, several students have fallen into the pit in the corridor during night tours. As far as I know, your friend Mr. Black I was stuck all night, of course, I think it was mainly because he ate too much in the kitchen."

Pippi hurriedly got into the outer wall of the castle. Before hiding completely, he saw Nelson's mouth.

"Almost headless Pippi."

"Sorry, Uncle Nelson, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Pepy Ghost hid in the wall and couldn't help apologizing. Although he couldn't say anything hard, he was really afraid that Nelson could take him. The demon who was taken away from his hometown, unfortunately, only the question mark can hear his thoughts, "If Barrow the Blood Man intercedes, will he help me agree? They all seem to belong to Slytherin, no, I'm here. What do you think? I want to take the initiative to find Sir Alex! I must be crazy!"

Pepigui's voice was getting farther and farther away, and the question mark slapped the glass angrily. This time it didn't have a good control. The bedroom window was photographed with a cobweb-like crack. Then, the broken glass crackled to the ground. Fall off.

Nelson grabbed Dumbledore's arm and jumped a step. In the next second, a few sharp pieces of glass were inserted in the place where he had just stood in battle.

"You..." Even Dumbledore didn't know what to say at this moment. After "you" for a long time, he finally said, "You get along with your cat in a unique way."

"Uh, professor," Nelson asked, "if a pet broke the school windows, do I need to compensate?"

"The castle is in disrepair for a long time," Dumbledore shrugged. "I think we need to take care of the school facilities."

When Dumbledore appeared in the corridor at the entrance of the school hospital, all the tense professors and doctors breathed a sigh of relief, and his backbone came back, even though Dumbledore did nothing but stood there. Can make their work more smoothly.

"How is everything?" Dumbledore asked anxiously as McGonagall approached him.

"Not bad, Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall replied with a sharp glance. "Some of the previously unconscious students have woken up, but Miss Joey fainted and can't wake up no matter what."

"Joy?" Hearing McGonagall's report, Dumbledore stretched his brows and locked it again. He muttered for a moment and said, "Send her to my office to rest. It's too noisy here."

"Do you know what's going on with her?" McGonagall asked in a low voice, "I heard them say..."

"Minerva, Joey is just an old problem. She always does that. She never lets herself rest when there is a patient." Dumbledore knew what McGonagall was talking about, but did not answer directly." Did you forget? Miss Joey is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"I see, Professor." McGonagall sighed.

"Minerva," Dumbledore said lightly when everything was okay, "I have said it many times, and now you are a professor, do you want me to call you Professor McGonagall?"

"Well, ah... Albus." McGonagall, who had always been sharp-toothed, stammered a bit at the moment.

"Is my name so awkward?" Dumbledore quipped.

"Indeed," McGonagall raised his eyelids angrily. "Are you a foreigner?"

"Hahaha, that's it," Dumbledore drew out his wand and clapped his hands. The corridor suddenly grew a bit bigger. In the constant expansion, it became as big as the Quidditch Stadium, and the beds were neatly arranged in the spacious corridor. Next to each bed, there is a chair for the doctor to rest, and some fruits that can quench thirst and satisfy hunger. After doing all this, he looked at McGonagall and asked, “I'm going to see the students, please The doctors must have a good rest. By the way, is there anything else?"

"I think about it..." McGonagall said after thinking for a moment, holding his chin with his hand, "It's nothing serious. Peppy Ghost lost two baskets of Mandrakes in the corridor half an hour ago. It looks like he just left the nursery. He said that those students who were in a coma were hit by a petrification curse at first sight, and the mandela grass can be used to detoxify."

"Pump." Dumbledore's expression was a little unstretched.

"One more thing, Flivy just told me that there was a thief in the castle."

"A thief?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"He said that Slytherin's hourglass was empty ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The gems in it were stolen by someone."

"There is such a thing??"

"Of course not, I went to check it, it seems that someone has deducted Slytherin's points," McGonagall was speechless, "I wanted to ask Sla...Horace, but I haven't found him."

"Pump!" Dumbledore couldn't stretch himself.

At the other end of the corridor, Nelson was standing by Christian's bed, staring at the girl with wide eyes. Tom was lying on her bed, pressing on her arm. She didn't move or didn't move.

"Williams?"

A hoarse call came from behind, Nelson turned his head, and Christian hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to die.

"Kant?"

"Wait... these things are over, do I still have a chance to fight you?"

"Of course." This is Tom's voice.

Chapter end