My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 35

"May I ask you are?"

"Excuse me, yes, it's your ass." The man who suddenly intervened in the conversation seemed to have not heard Nelson's question. He didn't think of himself as an outsider and sat down on his ass. On the empty chair at the table, he squeezed Tom's chair aside by the way, "Hey! Are you dating? It's hot enough to run this way."

　　 His sudden appearance, lively appearance and greasy words made Nelson and Tom a little nervous. They dropped the spoon and reached out to touch the wand.

"Put away your hands in your pockets, you really deserve to be students of Albus, sneaking like him." It was obviously winter, but he looked very hot, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Khan, took off his khaki coat with one hand, and shouted at the busy shopkeeper in a rude tone, "Sheldon, let's get a glass of lemonade, add a lot of ice, hurry up!"

　　 "Sir, who are you?" Nelson did not withdraw his hand as he said, but took out his wand, stared at him warily, and asked the question again.

"Me?" He raised his head with a look of surprise, "Are you asking who I am? Oh, sorry, I didn't expect someone to be curious about who I am. I thought you were asking someone, Sheldon or something. ."

"Does it matter who I am?" He looked indifferent, and while receiving the lemonade from the shopkeeper, he threw a few silver coins over, took a sip from the straw, and asked and answered indifferently, "No Important, not important, who cares who I am? I forgot what my name is, naturally no one cares what my name is, they all call me a genius Albus Percival Woolfer Brother Rick Brian Dumbledore, if you must call me by a name, you can call me Aberforth."

　　 "Oh! Mr. Aberfors Dumbledore." Nelson looked at the man who was frantic before him. He knew it, and put away his wand. He didn't expect that Professor Dumbledore would invite his younger brother, a contemporary teacher.

　　 "Call me Aberforth, thank you." He seemed to resist the surname Dumbledore. "Don't call me Aberforth Dumbledore. This name sounds a bit disgusting."

"Well, Aberforth, this is what Mr. Dumbledore asked me to hand over to you." Nelson nodded helplessly, and took out from his pocket the small package Dumbledore had handed him before the holiday. "Also, The two of us are not dating."

　　 "Sorry," Aberfors dealt with dryly, seemingly unapologetic. "Maybe I'm a little bit ill-fated, and now I see two men walking on the street as if they are dating."

He took the package, opened a small seam and took a look, then carefully put it into a zippered pocket on his right hand, suddenly raised his head and stared at Nelson with interest, and asked, "Albus. Didn't you teach you how to tell the truth of a person? What if I pretended to be a dark wizard? Then you two would be dead when you just touched the wand."

"Mr. Aberforth, I don't care about those." Nelson picked up the spoon that had fallen on the table, wiped a piece of paper on the table, and stirred the cold hot drink with the spoon," said Professor Dumbledore Now, as long as it is a man with chestnut hair, I will give him the package."

　　 "Sorrel hair, haha." He smiled nervously, "This is really the most proud part of me... the only difference from the genius Albus Dumbledore."

"What's more, what Dumbledore can entrust students like us to do shouldn't be very important." Tom has always been inexplicably wary of Dumbledore, which resulted in an even more inexplicable trust. He followed Nelson He said, "This package must not be very important, and even if something goes wrong, he will protect us."

"Hey! Boys, I have to give you a piece of advice." Aberfors picked up the cup and slammed it up until the cup made the sound of air pushing the ice cubes against each other, and he slowly said, "You'd better not Mixing with Albus, everyone says that only he can defeat Grindelwald, but do you know why he didn't make a move? Because of Grindelwald's most famous nonsense-“for the greater good”, Albus He is the one who knows best!"

As he talked, Aberfors's tone gradually increased, and his reckless temperament disappeared. His words became irritated and exalted. People dining around looked at him because they heard about the Dark Lord. Turning his head away from the topic, he only used his peripheral vision to aim at the flushed man with a swollen neck.

He held up the cup with only ice cubes in his hand, turned up his head and poured all the ice cubes into his mouth, chewing vigorously, making a "crunchy" sound, and after chewing for a long time, he seemed to have completed some ritual. He swallowed the ice scum in his mouth, groaned contentedly, and said softly, "Albus is not the kind of good person you imagine. He likes to give the most dangerous things to the weakest. If people do it, he will just hide behind his back and put down his guns and pretend to be good people."

　　 Aberfors snorted heavily, put the cup on the table, and looked at the two thoughtful men with interest.

"We are not weak people." Tom also snorted. He stared at Aberfors' face dissatisfiedly. He was disgusted by being described as "the weakest person", but he couldn't learn from Aberfors. Such a rough tone sounded like a prefect despising a student who violated school rules.

　　 Aberforth was noncommittal, he shifted his gaze to Nelson who was looking straight at him, and he spoke slowly when he heard his words.

　　 "Mr. Aberfors, I'm not interested in these things." Nelson clasped his hands on the table and supported his chin. "Besides, I believe Professor Dumbledore is not such a person."

Hearing this, Aberfoss was overjoyed. He laughed impolitely for a while, and soon the laughter stopped abruptly. He leaned forward and stared at Nelson's face with no change in expression, his voice was low. Asked, "Oh? Do you think you know Albus better than me?"

Nelson recalled the scene when Dumbledore came to the orphanage a few months ago, recalled the news about Dumbledore's academic achievements he had read in the Daily Prophet, and recalled what he knew about the old, remorseful, Weak, liberated, and brave Dumbledore-Nelson also leaned forward and looked directly at the man in front of him, looking directly at him twisted into strands of chestnut hair and beard that had not been taken care of for a long time, looking straight at him. With cheeks older than his brother, he looked straight at his blue eyes that were exactly the same as Dumbledore, as if he had the power to see through.

　　 Nelson nodded and said solemnly, "I think I know Professor Dumbledore better than you."

Aberforth also looked directly into Nelson's eyes. From those sapphire blue eyes, he could see nothing but his own eyes. He could feel the boy in front of him saying that ridiculous thing. Definitely, he even wanted to use the mind to see what the kid was thinking. In his wild imagination, this man who could fight Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore took the lead to look away.

"I like you, boy, I will teach you well in the next period of time." He smiled bitterly and shook his head, grabbing the coat hanging on the back of the chair and stood up. "I'm not a tongue-in-cheek. Man, I just hope you don't be ruined by Albus."

　　 "Professor Dumbledore also asked me to tell the substitute teacher how to take the train—" So Nelson also hurriedly got up to see him off. Tom lingered in his chair for a long time. He didn't seem to want to be polite to this vulgar person.

"Well, my home is in Hogsmeade. Albus really considers me a fool." Aberfors put his coat on his shoulder, took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth, turned and stared. He said to Tom, "And you, kid, I hope I can see what a'not weak person' is after school starts."

　　 Then he squeezed sideways and disappeared into the crowd.

"He's so cool, isn't he?" Shelton, who came to pack the Aberforth cups, suddenly said quietly in Nelson's ear. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Nelson was startled and saw the shopkeeper beside him. , He took his pocket and prepared to pay the bill and leave.

"He paid it off for you, and even made a little balance." Sheldon spread a hand with a few copper plates lying in his palm, hurting the spring and autumn, "I wanted to be such a wizard back then...actually. I used to be such a wizard until I..."

"Thank you!" Nelson and Tom quickly left the cold drink shop, looking at the sun above them, the big clock on the Gringotts gate was pointing in the direction of a few degrees past eleven, and the two prepared Find a place to eat first, and then go around in the afternoon.

　　 "Gnar, what shall we eat?"

　　 "Whatever I want, how about you?"

"Just like you."

December 26, 1938 is destined to be no ordinary day. Two young wizards with extraordinary talents walked hungry on the streets of Diagon Alley. They almost starved to death because they didn't know what to eat. This magical world almost starved to death. Two legendary stories are missing.

"Come with us." Augusta, who met in the morning, suddenly appeared behind Nelson and Tom who were hesitating in front of a French restaurant. She patted the two on the shoulders and pointed behind her when they turned around. An inconspicuous little shop in, "You have been around here a few times, and we are so anxious to see it inside. Come on, let's eat together."

The two of them have basically lost the ability to think. They followed Augusta into this small shop. As soon as they entered the door, they smelled the sweet scent of thick cream, and harmony was playing on a table by the window at the moment. Another weird scene-opposite Flitwick, a short stature, sits a large boy who seems to be at least two meters long, and McGonagall, who is always straight-faced, says something beside him.

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