My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 43

"Brother, it's been a long time." After dinner, Nelson, who had just cleaned the dorm messed up by pets, was dragging his tired body. He was standing in front of Dumbledore's office and was about to knock on the door. He was called by the armor brother who had not seen him for a long time Lived, "Where did you get rich recently?"

"Ah... hello!" Nelson greeted the armor flatteredly, and arched his hands as he looked like a gangster. "

"Brother, you love to fix this imaginary head." The armor looked a little embarrassed and raised his arm to scratch his head. The barbell-like laughter echoed in the hollow shell of the armor. It seemed that it was because the movement was too big. Its raised armbands fell to the ground together with the handguards, "Oh, it's embarrassing."

　　 "Your injury seems to have contributed a lot to you." Nelson picked up the half of his arm that fell to the ground and went back and touched his hand ashes. "May I wipe it for you?"

　　 "Excuse me." The armor nodded. Nelson took out his wand and pointed it at it, "Clean up!"

"Thank you so much. I've always wanted to take a shower for fear of scaring the students." The armor continued to laugh like a barbell, and it bent and opened the door of Dumbledore's office. "Go in, Dumbledore. I've been waiting for you for a long time, and there will be brothers in the future, so you don't have to say a password when you come over!"

　　 "Thanks...thank you." Nelson nodded slightly and bowed to express his gratitude, and walked into the office, while worrying about the security of Hogwarts.

He walked into Dumbledore's office, which was now Aberforth's office, and saw Aberforth lying on his side on the high-backed velvet sofa behind the desk, his legs raised up on the table, full of Muddy Martin boots rested recklessly on the crystal inkwell. At this time the sun had not yet set, and the setting sun outside the tower shot straight into this small office from the window behind him that showed the view of the Hogwarts campus. The backlight made the face of this still young man completely unrealistic. .

　　 "You are here, Nelson."

"Mr. Aberfors." Nelson looked at the office that he had visited once before. Compared with his arrival a week ago, there seemed to be no difference here. Maybe Aberfors didn't want to change the furnishings of this office too much. Perhaps the brothers' preferences are the same.

Nelson was keenly aware of the difference in this office. Compared with Dumbledore's emptiness at the time, this office seemed less deserted. There was one more person in the painting by the window depicting the dusty house— This can't help but he doesn't notice it. If there is a person suddenly added to a monotonous painting, it would be weird if he doesn't notice it!

　　 He looked at the girl in the portrait carefully, and felt a little familiar. Wasn't this the girl in the portrait he met halfway to the Ravenclaw Tower that night to send a letter? That night, I was scared enough by the corridor at the entrance of the Slytherin Lounge. Nelson didn't even take a good look at what she looked like. This time, she had a real look. It turned out that she was not silver-haired, but a sickly pale brownish red. , But somewhat similar to Nelson, she wore outdated braids, quietly hanging down to her shoulders, her complexion was fair without a trace of blood, but her facial features were very soft. She wore a clean but old blue dress that didn't fit. The lace looks like it was from the last century. Nelson blinked at the earth girl who was hiding behind Aberfors, who secretly looked at him, and the girl responded with a grimace and hid behind Aberfors. .

"Oh? You seem to know my sister?" Aberfors straightened up, turned his head and glanced back, then turned to stare at Nelson, and as he straightened up, the sunlight that enveloped him from behind hit him. The face that resembled the girl's brows and eyes behind it became clearer.

　　 "Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister." Aberfors stood up, turned and walked to the front of the portrait, looking at the girl in front of him who was caught embarrassingly sticking his tongue out because of making a face because of making a face. The rough man's eyes were full of eyes. Gentle, he stretched out his hand to touch his sister's head, and it seemed that when he approached the canvas, he remembered that his sister was just hiding in a painting, and quickly retracted his hand, and then moved closer to the chandelier in her ear to observe Is the painting dirty by myself, "Anna, Ariana Dumbledore, she is cute, right?"

　　 "Yes." Nelson nodded and looked at Ariana sincerely. "She is a kind and enthusiastic lady."

"Huh? Anna, have you done anything to help this kid?" Aberfors turned half of his face to Nelson, raised an eyebrow and asked, Ariana seemed to be different from the other portraits in the castle, she couldn't make a sound, just He lip-shaped to Aberfors, but Aberfors listened carefully, responding while listening, and sometimes interrupted her to ask some questions.

"Oh, I almost neglected you. Move a chair you like and sit down. There is wine in the cupboard. Take whatever you want to drink." Aberfors "listened" as Ariana was talking, and suddenly found Nelson standing there. , So he waved his hand to let him settle down, "I don't recommend you choose his mead, it smells like it is for an old bee, the kind of nesting under the eaves of your house, And be ready to sting your old bee at any time."

　　 Nelson had no choice but to summon a chair honestly, and sat in place and waited.

"Why are you just sitting like this?" Aberfors walked to the side of the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of dirty old wine, conjured two cups, and muttered, "Don't drink. If you don't drink white, are you afraid of breaking school rules? Or your guardian does not allow you to drink? Boy, when I was your age, I could drink two large bottles of whiskey for a meal. As for French brandy, I'm both When drinking water, Anna, you say yes."

　　 He turned his head to look at his sister, only to find that she was looking at him reproachfully, so he had to put the wine back into the wine cabinet, "It's okay, minors can't drink."

　　 "Orange juice is always okay." He opened a bottle of orange juice, filled two glasses on the table, walked back to the sofa and sat down, "So, you have seen it a few months ago?"

　　 "Yes," Nelson nodded. He couldn't control his curiosity about the way the two communicated. He couldn't help but ask, "How did you and Miss Ariana—"

"Lip language." Aberfors interrupted him impatiently. "Can't you see this? Lip language is a good way to communicate with people who are not hearing impaired and can only speak. It's just that everyone's lip language It's different, but I don't care, I don't pay attention to what other people are saying at all."

　　 "I understand." Nelson nodded, and he stopped talking, "Sorry, Mr. Aberforth, may I ask Miss Ariana..."

There was an anxious silence in the office. Aberfors turned around and looked at Ariana. Seeing her nodded, he slowly said, "You may not know, this is the grievance of the older generation. To be able to end in our generation, this matter has something to do with Albus, me, Gellert Grindelwald, countless involuntary wizards, and even your parents."

　　 "My parents?" Nelson's expression was shocked.

"But this short story I want to tell has nothing to do with them." Aberfors stopped Nelson's interest, took out a box of cigars that looked and smelled inferior from the drawer, and drew out one. He didn't cut his head, just dipped it in his mouth and bit out a cigarette holder. He stretched his hand to his back and received a small shiny silver box from the side of the picture, and pressed it lightly. A faint blue flame ignited the cigar in his mouth. He took a strong breath and exhaled it slowly. His head was soon covered by smoke. "Grindelwald, an old miscellaneous hair, seduced when he was young. With Ariana's brother and I, they became lovers, just as you understand, yes! It's the expression, exactly the same as the expression I had when I heard about it!"

Aberfors coughed violently. It seemed that he was choked by the smoke he spit out, and he seemed to be smiling. "Later, he used his ridiculous theory to hook up Albus. I was still in school at the time, Ali Anna was recuperating at home alone, how could I let their two shameless dogs wander around the world, and then I beat Grindelwald."

　　 "Did you beat Grindelwald?" Nelson's expression was even more exciting than before.

"Who knows? Maybe I beat him, maybe he beat me, maybe any of us beat anyone~www.mtlnovel.com~ In short, it was a three-way melee, I lost one kidney. , Albus broke his nose, Grindelwald picked up his severed finger and ran away... and Ariana lost her life. This was definitely done by Grindelwald. I checked it. It was a kind I had never seen before. The black magic! It was originally directed at me!” Aberfors' eyes flashed with hatred, while playing with the small silver box in his hand, “This is my trophy, and Grindelwald's is full of The small fire box is designed based on it, but their power can be said to be very different, but they are still quite exquisite gadgets. I prefer to call it a lighter. Since Anna likes you so much, Then it is yours."

"Speaking of which, you are still the same age." Aberfors slid the lighter down the table, but seemed to be amused by his own thoughts again, "but you don't seem to be young at all, it's disgusting. Albus is the same."

　　 "Mr. Aberforth..." Nelson was about to decline.

"I don't want to see him anyway. It can only be regarded as a bad thing for me." Aberforth waved his hand impatiently. "Smoking is harmful to health, but for wizards, it can only be regarded as a small thing. Question. What if you get...tuberculosis...no, lung cancer, Miss Joey can cure you in just one second."

　　 Anna smiled and waved behind him, and looked at her brother reproachfully, seeming to discourage Nelson from learning other people's smoking.

"Speaking of which, Anna doesn't have a few friends of the same age. She said that she moved her to Hogwarts for so many years and only met with two people, one is you, and the other is a little girl who learns lip language because she is too lonely. Wouldn't there be such a miserable person! Hahahaha..."

　　 Aberforth laughed wanton, because he laughed too hard and loudly, and tears broke out.

Chapter end