My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 4

Nelson and his group walked out of the orphanage, walked through the dirty streets of London, and across two blocks, they arrived at a street that was more dilapidated than the ordinary London street. This was an unnamed street in the suburbs of West Side. The street stood silently. Two rows of old, standard two-story houses. These houses are quite different from the styles that can be seen everywhere on the streets of London. Most of them have tall and steep four-sloping roofs. The elongated doors and windows are arranged vertically in a grid, with a strong French style. Style, if it is clean and tidy, this should be a pleasant neighborhood to live in.

There were scruffy men talking in French everywhere on this street, and occasionally tired women hurried past. When the Nelson three came from the corner of the street, some residents on the side of the road nodded to Nelson, and more people did. Staring at Dumbledore warily.

They came to the door of a house. Compared with the filthy and run-down of other neighbors, this family's life is much more refined. The doors and windows have been carefully cleaned, and the lawn in front of the door is relatively neatly trimmed. There is a house in front of this house. The mail box was packed full with the host's last name engraved on it: Nicklaus.

Nelson stepped forward, rang the doorbell, and rang the metal sweet, crisp knocking sound, which seemed a little abrupt in the whispering street. Soon, a thin woman in a black skirt and apron pushed open the door and walked across the lawn. Came to the main entrance and opened the door for them.

Seeing Nelson, she smiled in surprise, "Nal, aren't you going to worship today?" She stepped forward and bent over to hug Nelson, and saw Tom next to him, "Tom is here too, today I made a stew The dishes will be eaten in a while." She bent down and hugged Tom again. Tom looked a little awkward, hugged her stiffly, turned his face, and looked a little shy again.

　　 She straightened up and looked at the strange man behind the two children: "Hello?"

"Presumably you are Gnar's aunt, and I am Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly to salute. "I am a teacher. Come and invite Mr. Williams and His friend Mr. Riddle went to our school to study and came here to ask for your advice as a relative."

"Ah... OK, please come in." She introduced the three of them into the house. "I am Bellatrix Nicklaus. As you can see, I am Gnar's aunt." She introduced, " Gnar is the son of my sister Elizabeth."

　　 "Hello, Mrs. Nicklaus." Dumbledore saluted again.

"You said you're here to invite Gnar to study," Bella asked the three of them to sit down in the living room and take out four sets of teacups to pour tea. "Ah! Sorry." She poured the tea while serving Dumbledore. Out of the cup, some spilled on the table, she turned to the kitchen to get a rag, her voice floated far away: "Then I can ask, what kind of school is this?"

　　 "It's okay, ma'am." Dumbledore took a sip from his teacup and introduced the school where he worked for the third time today. "Our school is called Hogwarts. This is a—"

"Smack—" Bella came out of the kitchen and dropped the rag in her hand. She stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded and realized that she was out of state. She hurriedly covered her mouth opened in shock with her right hand, and slowly bends it. His waist picked up the rag from the ground with his left hand, but his eyes never moved away from Dumbledore. Nelson and Tom were sitting next to them, feeling the dignified air around them, a little restless.

"Mrs. Nicklaus, you seem to know something about... Hogwarts...?" Dumbledore was also a little shocked. He felt that his day was spent in shock: two talents were found in an orphanage. An outstanding young wizard, this lady who does not know how to magic seems to know about the magic world... He sorted out his expression: "Sorry, I mean, I think you seem to..."

"Yes, I know Hogwarts," Bella put the rag in her hand on the shelf next to her and shook her head, seeming to drive some unpleasant memories out of her mind. "I know it's in Gnar Someone will come to him when he grows up. I thought it would be a letter from Busbarton—we moved to London from France, oh!" She turned her head to see Nelson and Tom listening to the story attentively, and she seemed to think again Let them know that these things are not good, so she said to Dumbledore, "Well, let's go to the study to talk! Let me put the table first—" She picked up the rag that had just been placed on the shelf.

"Don't bother you!" Dumbledore drew his wand from his suit pocket and waved it towards the table. The tea stains on the table disappeared immediately. Then he stood up and walked towards Bella, his teacup and Bella's teacup. As he floated, he slowly followed behind him, occasionally clinking glasses.

　　 Bella asked Nelson and Tom to drink tea in the living room, and led Dumbledore to the study.

　　 "Your aunt may be a witch!" As soon as they left, Tom was talking excitedly.

　　 "Impossible, she has never used magic." Nelson categorically denied.

"Who knows? Dumbledore told me that wizards are dealing with Ma... Ma... Muggles are not allowed to use magic, so she may never reveal to you, after all, she is not sure if you will become A wizard." Tom proudly showed off the new words he had just learned, and added at the end, "Muggles are just those mortals."

　　 "This is..." Nelson leaned on the pillow of the sofa and began to think about this possibility.

　　 "Anyway, you can be sure that your mother has magical powers, I don't know." Tom also began to think about his life experience, "My mother can't be magical, otherwise she won't die like that."

　　 "Maybe..." Nelson thought of Merope Gunter's **** love story.

"Then it must be my father," Tom said to himself, as if analyzing to Nelson, and as if talking to himself, "They said my father has the same name as me, also named Tom Riddle, etc. I'm going to school, I must find someone by this name..."

　　 Tom narrowed his eyes, lay on another pillow on the sofa like Nelson, and began to imagine his magical life.

But Nelson's thoughts did not know where it went. He was curious about his biological parents, but his aunt only told him that he was an orphan from the war, so that he would definitely cherish peace in the future. He never mentioned his life experience. The precocious Nelson was deeply. Knowing the uselessness of interrogation, he can always suppress the desire to ask, but this time the meeting between Dumbledore and his aunt evoked curiosity in his heart again, and he was going to do the same thing with Tom.

　　 "Tom, what kind of magic do you think we will learn?" He asked Tom lying next to him.

"I don't know, but I think magic should be omnipotent." The young Tom Riddle's dark eyes were a little bright. "I think magic can help us gain strength, gain honor, seize power, and extend life. …It must be able to satisfy all our imaginations!"

　　 "Tom..." Hearing Tom's response, Nelson was a little worried and called Tom's name weakly.

　　 "What's the matter with Gnar? What about you? What magic do you want to learn?" Tom was excited, really like a child of his age, he could not wait to vent his unique talents.

　　 "I... don't know if there is magic that travels through time and space."

　　 "Do you want to be a traveler? That's pretty cool too."

　　 "Ah, maybe, I want to see some places. I have been in London for many years."

　　 "Hahanal, after learning magic, where can we not go?"

　　 "Mrs. Nicklaus, I'm sorry, but I think you seem to..." Dumbledore, who had just entered the study, expressed his confusion to Bella.

"I'm just an ordinary person," Bella explained. "But my sister, Elizabeth Williams is a witch. She and her husband entrusted Nar to me eleven years ago. News. I know that Gnar must be a wizard, but I thought he would be admitted to the French magic school in Busbarton.” She introduced Nelson's parents, “I thought your enrollment in the magic school would follow the human principle, but I didn't expect it to be territorial. Principles. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "She was a shrewd accountant before marriage.

"That's right, ma'am. That's it." Dumbledore responded. He didn't know what Bella was talking about, so he had to respond. "So, Mr. Nelson Wiltning Williams is Elizabeth William. The child of Ms and Melgan Wiltening?" He just heard a familiar name.

"That's right! Those are the names of my sister and brother-in-law! Do you know them? They—" she said sharply and quickly, holding onto Dumbledore's sleeve, then suddenly she lowered her voice, seeming a little expectant and a little afraid, loose. He opened the hand that grabbed Dumbledore and swallowed the second half of his own sentence.

　　 "Sorry, Miss Williams." Dumbledore lowered his head and said in a heavy voice, "Your sister and brother-in-law died in the battle eleven years ago. They are all respectable people."

Bella's eyes were dark, and she stood in a daze. Her thoughts drifted back to the two people who suddenly appeared at home eleven years ago. Her sister just looked at the child in the basket and smiled gently, as if she couldn't see enough. The brother-in-law smiled and confessed the child's name: "The child's name? Oh, my name starts with M, so I can use N for my child! Think about it later, it's not going to come back. There are so many people in Paris, how can I be stupid. Go up and fight with the Dark Lord? Hahahaha!" Melgan seemed to be amused by his idea, he smiled, and said intermittently, "Bella, if I really die, the kid will let Jonas name it. He is a cultural man..."

Dumbledore looked at Bella guiltily. He knew the couple. They were the best talents of that session of Boothbatten. It was all because of the attack planned by his old friend in Paris in 1927. He has to blame him, and in order not to cause more pain, he must find a way to end it all.

Chapter end