My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 378

"It's time to wake up, Jojo."

Jokunda rubbed her sleepy eyes and twisted on the soft bed, half of her head was sunk into the pillow, revealing the smooth blonde hair like sunflowers, and her fair skin was like snow against the background of her pink pajamas. A swollen sniff is squatting on the pillow, chewing on a gleaming clockwork.

"No, Dad," Jokunda writhed under the quilt, the sunlight walked into the room from the opened curtains, filtering through the veil dotted with crystals, showing a fairytale-like beautiful rainbow color. , "I haven't got enough sleep yet."

"It's nine o'clock in the morning, and your mother made breakfast." The gauze was lifted by a white and slender hand, and the gentle voice of the man came from the bed. "Didn't you say it yesterday? I want to visit the farm this morning. Look, if you don't go, those horned camels will be sent away."

"Huh?! It's over, it's over!"

Qiao Kunda abruptly sat up from the bed, her head knocked to the head of the bed too hard, tears quickly flowed from her eyes, but she didn't care about wiping the tears, so she quickly put on her clothes, and the man put down the veil at the right time. , Leaving a private space for the little girl.

"Steel! Why are you playing with my alarm clock again! No wonder it doesn't ring!"

Qiao Kunda snatched the clockwork from Sniff's mouth and tucked it back into the alarm clock. The hands fixed at twelve forty-five minutes began to turn. It seems that since last night, this Sniff has already set the clockwork. Removed.

"Jojo, don't put Sniff in the room." The man beside the bed laughed. "Didn't your eardrops be stolen by it last week?"

"That's not stealing!" Qiao Kunda had already put on his clothes, opened the veil, stuck his head out of his neck and retorted, "I gave it to him!"

"I know," the man was holding a pocket watch, his pale blond hair was so conspicuous in the sunlight, he couldn't even see his face, he blinked his eyes while looking at the big, round and bright sun outside the window. "Before Dad was wrong and almost sold your sniffing, but you know, Dad can't distinguish them a little bit, they look so alike..."

"It's not called'My Sniff', it's called Gang Ju! People have names."

"Jojo, people will laugh at us," the man bent down, touched the girl's soft blond hair, squeezed her immature face, half-kneeled on the ground to help her tie her shoelaces, "There is no magic animal breeder. I will name the magical animals that are about to be released, and this work must be left to their owners...Jojo, there was an owl that never listened to its owner last week. Later I learned that you named it, weak or weak what."

"It's meat," Qiao Kunda said with a puffed cheek, "They are not good to those little animals at all, Dad, let's not sell them, okay, raise them by ourselves, how happy we are together! "

"Haha," the man did not respond to her request, but shook his head and smiled. He tied his shoelaces and loosened the girl. "Compared to small animals, I would rather raise my own daughter and bought you a new broomstick. , Just put it on the shoe cabinet, go and have a look."

Qiao Kunda turned his head to one side, copying his hands angrily, not wanting to talk to his father.

"Jojo, you have to know, everyone thinks differently, let alone magical animals and people," the man tapped on Jokunda's forehead, his face drawn closer, his blue eyes seemed to be rippling with sea water. "Last week you put clothes on the elves in the house, it almost scared to death. The house elves are born to serve wizards. That's their instinct. Maybe this is unreasonable, but you can't impose your own ideas on them. On the head, Jojo, that's not love."

Jokunda shook her head. She didn't know how to refute her father.

"And you have to treat everyone equally," the man straightened up, walked to the desk and picked up Qiao Kunda's diary. She just wanted to stop, but the man had opened it, and he seemed not interested in the content. Only a stiff specimen of Curly Wing Devil was shaken out of it. The big green butterfly spread its wings and lay on the table stiffly, "Jojo, why did you hurt Curly Wing Devil so much?"

"It's ugly."

"Hahaha, don't do this next time. The Curly Wing Demon at home may be the last couple in the world." The man stuffed the specimen of the Curly Wing Demon back into the book, and turned around out of the room, "Go to the restaurant, you Mom waits to be anxious."

Qiao Kunda hugged and sniffed, and his hind feet trembled, and a bunch of small but gleaming gadgets fell out of his arms and spilled on the bed.

"You are not cute at all!"

She seemed to be venting her father's gentle preaching. She threw Sniff onto the bed, but Sniff couldn't see her unhappiness. Instead, she crawled along the hem of the skirt onto her shoulders. It was gripping tightly, Joe Kunda Had to take it downstairs to the restaurant.

The mother was tidying up the wool that was not laid last night. The man was sitting at the dining table with a copy of the "Daily Prophet" covering his face. Qiao Kunda slowly walked to the table, where there was only one breakfast. It was reserved for her.

"Jojo! Pets can't be served!"

The mother's shout came from the living room. Compared with the father's voice, her shout was ethereal and unreal, like a badly damaged tape, intermittently.

"It's ok."

The man put down the newspaper, threw a Garon at Qiao Kunda's feet, and upon seeing it, he jumped off the young master's shoulder without hesitation, and leaped on the gold coin, playing with it reluctantly.

"Eat quickly."

The man blinked, and he was ready to go out—a clean trilby, a black hooded coat of dragon skin, something unusual is that the open collar of the coat turned out to be a pink The sweater, a dwarf cat is jumping around on the chest—this dress is a bit too advanced, but there is no sense of disobedience in this room.

The man's gaze was fixed on the text of the newspaper, as if there was something special about this unremarkable news.

"It's time."

He put away the newspaper, looked up to the door, and an earthquake-like intensive noise came from outside the house, getting closer and closer.

Qiao Kunda raised his head with a slice of toast in his mouth, his heart beating wildly, and turned to look in the direction of the living room.

I saw the bright floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into snow-like crystal residues after a loud explosion, and a dark green curse rushed to the mother's side from outside the house and hit her chest.

The toast in Qiao Kunda's mouth was split into two halves by gritted teeth, and it fell into the milk cup on the table. The warm milk splashed Qiao Kunda's face, just like her mother buried in glass shards.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ball of yarn fell from her mother's hand and bounced on the ground. Gu Lugulu rolled to her feet. The white yarn was dyed red with blood, just like the pink ball of yarn she saw in Diagon Alley the other day.

Wait... a few days ago...

But before she had time to think about it, the wall to the north of the house was shattered from the outside by a huge force. The debris of masonry rushed to the two people on the dining table like a rainstorm, and the panicked little girl turned her head and looked at it. Father, saw that he was still reading the newspaper calmly.

"Don't be afraid, Jojo, I have seven minutes to live."

The man smiled. Behind him, the clock was pointing to twelve thirty-eight.

The crazy horned beast rushed out from behind the broken wall, but was knocked into the air by an inexplicable force. Behind it, a group of angry horned beasts were blocked by dragon dung spewing out of the sky, as if there was an invisible one. The people are protecting Jokunda.

Soon, two masked wizards broke into the door-this may not be appropriate, after all, there is no door in the house.

"Jojo, think about what I entrusted to you."

The man sat at the table calmly and read the newspaper. Blocks of bricks that were blown by the spell hit him, but went straight through as if hitting the fog, and his body was recondensed after being broken into a billowing white mist. The original appearance of reading the newspaper.

"It's really interesting, the "Daily Prophet" 10 years ago was so big."

He was amazed, and sipped the coffee he didn't know where he got from.

Qiao Kunda's heart was filled with fear. In the living room, two wizards who broke in were fighting with non-existent enemies. They laughed frantically and asked about the whereabouts of a certain key.

"What did I say? Jojo?"

The man sat at the table and urged. Layers of memories and nightmare rushed into Qiao Kunda's mind. She held her head and burst into tears. The scent called steel smelt gently licked her temples. , I want to make the little master more comfortable.

"What did I say? Jojo?"

As time passed, the non-existent protector in the living room had fallen into the wind, and blood dripped on the floor, making Qiao Kunda's heart extremely fragile.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

The second hand moved firmly, and the time soon came to twelve forty-three.

"There are still two minutes, Jojo," the man said gently, "Don't let the sacrifices of mom and dad be in vain."

Qiao Kunda raised her head, her voice trembling and she said nonsense: "Hide...hide the key, hide the address, hide...hide yourself..."

"Excellent," the man nodded, "Where do I hide the key? What lock does the key open?"

"Daddy's secret recipe... I want my sister... to my sister..."

"Is it necessary for my sister to read it?"

The man nodded, raised the sleeve of his coat, and pressed the trilby hat on his head.

"In the end? How do you hide yourself?"

"Armadillo...Go and find the armadillo from my sister..."

"You are well prepared," the man lowered the brim of his hat and stood up. "It seems that he knew that he was going to be attacked very early, so did you simply arrange the retreat of the two daughters?"

The resistance in the living room became weaker and weaker. He followed the self-acting Qiao Kunda and came to her room. He pulled off the clockwork of the alarm clock, hid it in a close-fitting coat, and removed it from the drawer. It took out a small blue egg that had been secretly hidden and held it in the palm of his hand.

He picked up the diary on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and followed Jokunda's steps, staggering back to the living room.

When the time of the table clock came to twelve forty-five, the small window under the dial suddenly opened, and a canary that was pulled by a spring made a strange noise.

This strange cry was the nightmare that Qiao Kunda had visited every night for many years. Her eyes were full of tears, and her body was trembling violently like chaff.

The flying broom bought by her father was floating in front of her, but she did not dare to ride it.

She lied-she didn't know how to ride a broomstick, but told her father that she was so talented that she couldn't move a single step when her father asked her to use the broomstick to escape.

If he hadn't deceived his father himself, he would not waste his last life trying to push her into the fireplace; if he got up earlier, the abnormality of the horned camel could be discovered early; if it wasn't for his own temper...

The transparent person who resisted the enemy in the living room was his father, and he practiced his flying skills day and night, and even flew across the Atlantic Ocean, just to leave a sense of peace to the past self.

She fell into the sorrow of the cycle for ten years, and the hand holding the broom was trembling. The man held her shoulder and sent her to the broom.

She recognized the person in front of her-Nelson Williams, the schoolboy who left with the Curly Winged Demon. She had been annoyed more than once for his leaving without saying goodbye, but she never thought that her actions might lead to Cause the death of a student.

She remembered the chase that day in Diagon Alley. She was obviously guilty, but she didn't dare and didn't want to admit that she was wrong.

But Qiao Kunda's mood at the moment was completely filled with dreams, and the broom moved! She can change the ending!

"Go to your sister, Jojo."

Nelson's whispers sounded behind her. When it was 12:45, his figure had turned into a thick fog that was about to drift away slowly, but the white fog was bound in the sweater to maintain With a simple human form, Nelson's voice became misty and misty.

"Go to Melissa Sykes, get on the broom, go quickly, don't make Dad sad."

Qiao Kunda held the broomstick wrapped in the mist, and kicked her legs on the ground. For the first time in more than ten years, in a cyclical dream, she flew up!

The scene in front of her changed rapidly like a fast-forward. She crossed mountains and across the ocean, repeating the flying feat of the year, until she hovered over a dense fog-covered mountain that Nelson knew very well.

Graylock Mountain, the highest mountain in Massachusetts, where Ifamoni runs a school.

But she did not stay, getting further and further away from the mountains, and lower and lower.

Qiao Kunda flew to the foot of the mountain in confusion. In an ordinary house, an old man and a lady were sitting in pairs across a coffee table, and did not find any uninvited guests outside the window.

The two missing Hogwarts professors-former principal Armando Dupete and former curse professor Melissa Sykes.

"Thank you, Jojo..."

The fog that was enveloping Jokunda dissipated, and the last half of the sentence was eventually swallowed by the wind, and she fell to the ground with sniffing while she was young.

In her room, the alarm clock that had lost its clockwork and was still walking around finally stopped its hands, leaving the time at twelve forty-five. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Everything became white until nothingness.

Qiao Kunda lifted the damp bedding and woke up from the moldy hard bed. The steel in her arms was the only warmth she had. Her pillow was soaked, she didn't know whether it was tears or sweat, maybe even from there. The rain water spilled from the broken window.

Sniffing and licking her cheek, Qiao Kunda touched her hands, wet, she always felt a piece of empty in her heart, reached out her hand to the neckline, and pulled out the still shiny clockwork, which relieved her a bit.

"Don't spout!"

She akimbo, pretending to be angry, he doesn't know what she dreamed of last night, but she is used to it, but the dream last night seems a little different.

A burning sensation spread all over the body from her little finger, and she lowered her head, there was nothing there.

"How's it going, Gnar?"

"I approve of your evaluation, Tom," Nelson touched the top of his head. There was no hat, only a bunch of upright hair. "I'm really good at finding people."

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