My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 34

　　 "Gnar, wake up!"

The vague shouts from his ears awakened Nelson from his sleep. From the moment the two of them sat down, the magic bus entered a kind of swift crash. Nelson leaned his forehead on the window and took a mouthful. Taking a sip of the hot cocoa that was magically not spilled even when driving at high speed, looking at the scenes on both sides rewinding fast-the streets like revolving lanterns, the bright windows that flickered past, and the postboxes and street lights dodged to avoid the bus. And walking hurriedly staring at this rampant behemoth like a pedestrian with nothing. This kind of swaying driving will not only make people irritable, but also make some sensitive people dizzy and drowsy.

　　 Nelson opened his eyes, rubbed his swollen eyes, and turned his head to see Tom sitting side by side with two cups in his hands.

　　 "Thank you..." He straightened up weakly, then leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. The sky was already bright, "Where are we?"

"I don't know, it's too fast to see clearly, but the conductor said it's coming soon." Tom raised the cup in his left hand, "Your cocoa, look at your thirsty look. Would you like a drink? It's still hot. "

"Ah, okay." Nelson felt his mouth dry, and reached out his hand to take the cup and approached his mouth, thinking that Tom had been holding it for a long time after he fell asleep, "Sorry, I fell asleep without knowing it. , Thank you for taking the cup."

　　 "It didn't take long," Tom picked up his glasses and clinked them, "Look, it's still hot."

Nelson sipped the cocoa in the cup. He felt that the reason for his dry mouth might be that he drank this high-sugar drink before going to bed. At this moment, he felt like drinking poison to quench his thirst. Looking at the empty bottom of the cup, he turned his head again. Lean on the car window.

Christmas has passed, and the highly developed capitalism has also caused the city of London to fall into fast-paced anxiety early. On the second day of the statutory holiday, most factories have resumed work. It is now 7 o'clock in the morning. It hasn't fully emerged yet, but judging from the sky and the chimneys billowing in the distance, many factories have been under construction for a while.

"It seems that today is another day of heavy fog." He looked at the white sky in the distance. The rising sun could hardly penetrate the twilight that shrouded the city. No matter morning, night or night, it looked like dusk. He also It is not clear whether the fog or haze lingers in people's minds on the streets.

　　 "Which day it won't be." Tom agreed.

Sitting on the second floor of the Cavalier Bus, Nelson could look down on the pedestrians on the road, all of them wrapped themselves tightly in old gray cotton coats, wearing hats and scarves, and holding an umbrella under their arms. Depression? Not really, the people who wrote the wonderful chapters are sleeping or drinking cocoa in the restaurant.

"Sir, do you need water?" The young conductor suddenly appeared in front of them like an apparition. He stood aside with his wand holding two glasses of water, "Water is our free service, but if you pay You can get a fully-automatic toothbrush and a towel for a sicor, and you can go to the rear of the car to wash. It will take about ten minutes to reach Diagon Alley. After drinking this glass of water and washing your face, you are ready to get off the car. "

　　 "Okay." Nelson looked at Tom, shrugged, and handed out an empty glass and two silver coins.

　　 "This money is really good." After getting out of the car, Tom stomped his feet on the ground, and the two looked very energetic.

"Fortunately, it's the service industry after all." Nelson looked around. Out of the need to avoid Muggles, the Cavalier bus could not stop at the door of the Broken Cauldron during the day, so they went around in a big circle and stopped to the real Diagon Alley. "I used to go around the block where the Broken Cauldron Bar is located. There is absolutely no way to fill such an alley there, let alone the Knockdown Alley next to it. I suspect that we walked past the wall of the Broken Cauldron Bar. It may be through a process similar to touching a door key or passing through the Floo network."

　　 "Maybe, but what does this have to do with us?"

　　 "That's true."

Different from the similarities, seriousness and tension on the streets of London, Diagon Alley is filled with all kinds of weird wizards and various shops. The only thing in common is that they are very interesting, even the originally boring things, in such interesting things. It will be interesting in the environment. The sky above the head is clear and blue. It can be seen that it is far away from London. The residential area across the alley is full of wizards in wizard robes. It looks like a wizarding community. Several old men are wearing sportswear and seem to be from the Napoleonic era. The silk stockings passed down were running on the street in the morning. When passing by two people, they turned their heads to intimidate them.

　　 "Hey! Boys, what are you doing standing stupidly, you have to move, otherwise you will regret it when you are my age!"

　　 "What are they?" After the old men ran past, Tom asked with a dazed expression, "What are they wearing? What are they doing?"

　　 "..." Nelson tried his best not to think about the picture just now, "Let's go."

Diagon Alley has become lively early on. Vendors carrying wooden boxes are hawking on the street, weirdos in cloaks rushing to and fro in front of pedestrians, and an old witch who sets up a stall on the side even sells herself to the two of them. Amulet.

　　 "Two brothers, would you like to see this amulet made by Merlin himself? It can effectively repel the werewolves and vampires, I don't want more, just 80,000!"

　　 "You should sell it to Bella Swann!" Nelson yelled at him, turning his head to ask Tom in a low voice, "Can't she see that the stall next to him is a vampire?"

　　 The old witch who set up a stall stood up and asked who Bella Swan was behind, but it was a pity that the two had long since disappeared among the crowds.

　　 "Uh... to be honest, I didn't see it either."

　　 "Oh, you may not have seen that," Seeing that Tom was a little embarrassed, Nelson explained to him, "Although the difference between a vampire and a wizard is very small, you can still see it on closer inspection. There are several—"

　　 "Alright," Tom quickly changed the subject. He pointed to a tall woman carrying a birdcage across the street, "Do you think that woman looks like Mrs. Cole."

　　 "Oh... God, it really looks like it." Nelson looked at it for a moment, and saw that the two had already reached the door of a pet shop. "Let's go check it out and buy you a toad or something."

　　 Tom didn't seem to want to step into the door of the pet shop: "I don't—"

"Hey! You two! It's not a good habit to talk about her looks behind others." A female voice that sounded very upset remembered behind them. Nelson turned around and saw the tall woman carrying a birdcage standing. Behind them, she wore a purple top hat, her black hair was firmly tied into a ponytail, and her eyebrows pierced straight and slanting upward underneath her black eyes were domineering. Her facial features were extremely three-dimensional, and her cheekbones and bridge of nose were especially high. The facial features are easy to make people look mean, but when you put it on her face, it will only appear that she is a resolute and resolute person-in fact, she is indeed a resolute and resolute person. It can be seen from her crossing the street to inquire about crimes. Nelson even doubted the next one. In seconds, she would take out her magic wand and give him and Tom a hard blow, "By the way, who is Mrs. Cole?"

"Sorry, ma'am!" Nelson saw that the corner of the black cloth covering the birdcage was lifted by the wind, and it turned out to be a vulture inside. People who can play this kind of bird are generally not good stubble, and his urge to survive is bursting. Come out, "Mrs. Cole is a famous beauty in our place, isn't it, Tom."

　　 "Yes." Tom looked indifferent, and even saw the people coming a little eager to try, and he was very likely to take out his wand and get into a fight.

　　 "Okay." She nodded and stared at the two of them, "Are you students at Hogwarts."

　　 Nelson was about to answer, her eyes suddenly showed the joy of finding a treasure, and she looked at Nelson with a look of scrutiny, "You are the one! That... Nal William Mouss!"

　　 "My name is Nelson Williams, are you our senior sister?" He did not remember that he knew such a person.

"It's almost the same. My name is Augusta. I know you. Are you that Minerva's child?" She said to herself, "That's right. I kept saying that she can't talk to Muggles. in love."

"Uh~www.mtlnovel.com~ let me interrupt." Tom really didn't know what the man was talking about, so he interrupted, "Are you talking about Minerva McGonagall of Gryffindor? "

　　 "Yes, I often see them get together."

　　 "That's just learning Transfiguration." Nelson explained.

　　 "Is there any difference?" Augusta's thinking seemed to go wrong.

"With all due respect, if Nelson Williams and Minerva McGonagall can come together, I wouldn't be surprised that Gnar will suddenly marry Professor Armando Dupete tomorrow." He seemed to be his own. The thought was amused, and couldn't help but laugh.

　　 "Sorry, senior sister, we still have something to do, so we will leave first." Nelson, who could not bear the arrangement of the two, took Tom away, "I will ask you when school starts!"

　　 "Well, I'm going to find Minerva too, goodbye." Augusta shrugged and joined the crowd.

"When does that person arrive?" Tom and Gnar have been shopping for half a street. They are sitting in the Sheldon cold drink shop eating, and their feet are full of things that can't be mailed. Sheldon launched a seasonality "I really don't know how difficult it is to take a train to London, find a hotel to sleep all night, and then take the train to Hogwarts? And he still knows where Diagon Alley is. Is it really necessary for someone to pick you up?"

"It's really unnecessary. Is that what Albus told you? He always likes to pick and describe people as mentally handicapped." A man wearing a khaki coat and his boots covered with dirt. Sitting next to them, Nelson raised his head and saw his tired face, the stubble he hadn't taken care of for a long time, and the messy chestnut hair on top of his head. "Are you Nelson? Did you bring something?"

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