My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 445

"Unexpectedly, we were equally homeless, Gnar."

Dumbledore stood alone in the office, with his back to the door, facing the sad painting depicting a run-down scene, and even Fox, who accompanied him every day, disappeared.

"Merry Christmas, Professor." Nelson finally entered the principal's room after asking the armor for a long time. The fire in the fireplace was so hot that the fire was swaying like firecrackers, and he unbuttoned his coat. Putting the wand in the sleeve of the sweater, hung the coat on the hanger at the door, "Where is Fox?"

"It doesn't want to spend the holidays with an old stubborn like me," Dumbledore smiled humorously. "Perhaps he is playing with another Phoenix somewhere in England."

"Are there any other phoenixes?"

"Of course, there will always be. Otherwise, how come there are so many phoenix tail feathers as wand core wands in Ollivander's wand shop?" The cold wind pierced through, and he uttered a silent whine, "In this world, you will find the same kind anyway. Would you like something to drink? As a teacher, I allow you to have a drink tonight. If you want, also You can call Tom."

"He is spending the holidays with the remaining teachers and students," Nelson shook his head. "He is indispensable next to the Christmas tree."

"He is not the same as you," Dumbledore agreed. "It's easy to do in such an environment."

There are few wizards who believe in religion, but festivals are not enough. For British wizards, Christmas is a rare day when they can resonate with the vast Muggles in this land.

As early as before the holiday, Hogwarts Express was at full power and sent a group of homesick students back to the place where they grew up. Those who stay here are unable to return home or do not have a home for various reasons. A place to go back.

"I still have a family, Professor," Nelson replied, thinking of what Dumbledore had said when he entered the door, "Don't you have it too?"

"Perhaps," Dumbledore shrugged, and it seemed that the conflict between him and Aberforth had not been significantly reconciled, but the sharp-eyed Nelson noticed Dumbledore's package on the chair and the unwrapped paper. There were a few pairs of colorful socks piled in it, which may be the reason why he was so melancholy during the festival. Dumbledore quickly settled his mood, looked at Nelson, looked at the painting behind him, and said, "Anyway, today The two of us really have nowhere to go in the evening, so I want to invite you to my home as a guest. I put those things there. Would you like to be with me?"

"Are you leading the way? Professor."

"Let's go," Dumbledore looked at the empty frame next to the painting, sighed, reached out his hand, and touched the dusty house. Then, his figure disappeared in a twist, and the dull voice came out of the frame. It came, "I hope you don't mind the mess in my house."

"Say hello to Aberforth for me."

Nelson blinked at Ariana, who poked her head out of the other picture frame, stretched her hand back, put on the coat she had just taken off, and rushed into the picture.

The girl raised her skirt, bent her knees slightly, and expressed her holiday wishes to the eldest brother and Nelson who had left.

Nelson just felt like he had plunged into the icy lake, and after breaking some thin ice floes, he entered another world that was more deserted and colder.

The texture of the wooden floor under the feet is a bit hollow, and the foundation under the floor seems to have been hollowed out by insects. He looks around as if he is looking around, surrounded by indistinguishable darkness, which makes people a little confused whether they are in reality or deep in fantasy.

Nelson took two steps forward, and there were crunching sounds everywhere—rats, decayed floors, wind disturbing door leaves—and with the musty smell that filled his mouth and nose, he knew that he had come to a place where no one had been involved for a long time. Old place.

"Be careful, there are some holes in the ground," Dumbledore's voice came from the darkness. "I used to come and clean until my stupid brother... You know, he was a bit violent, just a dozen years ago. Today, he hid in the house and ambushed me."

"Did Aberforth hit you on the nose?"

"Yes, he seems to have a special liking for this part, it is difficult to understand," Dumbledore groped in the dark, making noises of knocking down furniture from time to time. "His preferences are always so confusing, just Like... don't use lighting spells, if you don't want to be sneaked by Aberforth's trap."

"So persistent?"

Hearing Dumbledore's warning, Nelson felt a little hairy in his heart. He simply stood still, staring at the looming starlight through the cracks in the corners of the windows that were fastened by wooden boards and gnawed away.

"Okay, here." Dumbledore's surprised voice came, followed by a click, and the few remaining oil lamps in the room lit up. After a while, Dumbledore was holding a clip on his wrist. Whistling and walking into the house where Nelson was, he raised his hand and said with a smile, "He still likes playing tricks with children."

"Maybe Aberforth doesn't want to really hurt you, after all, you are his only brother left."

"I would rather he hurt me," Dumbledore lowered his head, looked at the devastated ground, and shook his head. "You may have to wait a little longer for me to clean up this place."

"I'll help you, professor."

Nelson bent down and let the corners of his coat drag on the dusty floor. The flap of the pocket was squeezed away from the inside. A silver chain slid down the cloth. Then, one by one, the small white heads were swollen from Sticking out of their pockets, they carried the small silver **** with their stickman-like bodies, and slid to the ground holding the rope.

Dumbledore watched this scene with interest, only to see that the small **** were opened under the manipulation of these little people with only a pair of peasy eyes and turned into small saws, hammers and other tools. After a while, Nelson's pockets. There were dozens of such villains ran out, they lined up eagerly, and rushed into every corner of the house with their tools, and soon came the wailing of Shuo Mouse being expelled.

"Is this... alchemy?" Dumbledore asked curiously, while waving his wand, resetting the various furniture scattered on the ground, "It looks so cute."

"Yes, Professor, this is the unique magic that my friend taught me. I can't do anything else. Sweeping is very good."

Nelson turned around, back to back with Dumbledore, just like the conductors of two bands, under the control of magic, pure water was precipitated from the air, condensed into a jade belt around Nelson, it shuttled dexterously through the house. Clean all the accumulated dust in every corner of the building.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked at the paintings hanging on the wall. One of them showed the scene of the principal's room. Compared with the neat and warm place, this house seemed to be in another world.

Some alchemy dolls jumped onto the sofa with a needle and thread, pulled out a silver thread from the small ball they were carrying, and quickly pierced the needle to sew up the gaps full of animal feces and tooth marks.

"The windows don't need—"

Dumbledore just wanted to stop, but Nelson moved a step faster. The template nailed to the window slowly fell off and was cut in the air into a shape matching the hole on the ground to fill it in. Dumbledore nodded, and again Shaking his head, "You have to let the sun shine in."

The dumped bookshelf was leaning upright against the wall, and the yellowed and scattered pages were reordered into a book in order, and jumped back to the bookshelves in different categories. Even the peeling wall was painted with new putty, and there was a lump on the wall. The dark stains couldn't be covered up anyway, so Nelson had to move the repaired wine cabinet over to block the stains, and a brand new candlestick was placed on a cleaned dining table. Not long after that, this old-fashioned house It becomes the same as the new one.

Standing in the bright house, Dumbledore looked a little cramped. He could only smile and high-five to celebrate with the villains passing by. Nelson stood by the window, looking at the obviously magical holiday atmosphere of the village not far away. , Asked curiously: "Professor, is this Godric Valley?"

"Yes, after Anna's accident, our family moved here from Wotuyuan. If my mother is still alive, she will definitely like you very much. She loves fast-working children the most."

Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat at the dining table, squinting his eyes to feel the joy of eating with his family, but when he opened his eyes, there was only an empty table and three other empty chairs. He felt a little When he was lost, Nelson walked up to him, pulled another chair and sat on it. Those little people who finished their work climbed onto the table and made the whole house noisy. They jumped and lined up, giving Nelson saluted a funny salute and jumped back into his pocket one by one.

Dumbledore stared at this scene in a daze.

"Do you want it? Professor," Nelson asked in a low voice, "I can ask them if they want to stay and help you maintain the house."

"I'm just a little embarrassed," Dumbledore broke free from his memories. How long has he not returned home? It's too long to remember. At first, he always thought that the place where there was no one could no longer be called home, but he really revisited the old place, and he missed his brother a little. The guests helped clean up."

"I just happen to be good at doing this kind of thing," Nelson took out a pile of cockroaches from his arms and squeezed his eyes at Dumbledore. "Professor, Merry Christmas, this is Hogsmeade's new dessert. A pile of cockroaches."

"Isn't it a real cockroach?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, picked one from the pile of cockroaches, and threw it in his mouth. His frowning brows quickly unzipped, revealing an expression of surprise. "Smell good!"

"I think you will like it."

This pile of weird desserts quickly dissipated the coldness of the cabin, and Dumbledore's face also had a smile he hadn't seen for a long time. He waved his hand, and a crimson feather flew to the wall, lighting the cold behind him. In the firelight, with a phoenix sound, a delicately shaped silver box gradually appeared, slowly flying towards Dumbledore.

Seeing the box, Nelson's brows tightened. This silver box seemed to be made up of countless parts, but it was not airtight. The traces and shapes of these stitchings were the same as the style of the objects he made, but he never I remember that I have made this kind of thing. The front of the box is engraved with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and it is filled with golden metal. It looks expensive, but this very delicate box is covered with hideous scratches. A few even almost penetrated the box, the edges of the scars, the scattered parts wriggled and deformed, as if they wanted to sew the wounds by themselves, but they were hindered by some unknown magical power and could not get close.

Nelson drew the box closer to him, his firm grip was soaked with red and black blood stains, and even the color of the metal had been completely eroded. Vaguely you could feel the hot magic colliding with each other. It seemed that someone had spread out for this box. A tragic battle.

"Professor, this is—"

"This was given to me by Credence. I was originally curious about how he knew that the Invisibility Cloak could restrain the blood curse. I never thought that this turned out to be the standard answer you found in the finale." Lido stared at Nelson's lowered eyes and said meaningfully, "He told me that you cut out a non-existent invisibility cloak from time, and this is something you want to give to yourself in the future. ."

Nelson raised his head with some concern, and asked, "Professor, how did Credence give you the box... Did he look okay?"

"I don't know," Dumbledore commented cautiously. "I don't have much contact with him, but I have never seen him so relaxed and happy."

Nelson checked the box in silence. In his vision, all the enemies that might have an impact had been solved, but why this box still experienced that kind of danger, he put his hand on the blood stain on the handle, black The blood stains slowly backed down, revealing the inscription on the handle—two simple letters:.

"Time is not the kind of thing that anyone is entitled to get involved. UU reading www.uukanshuu.com" seems to see what Nelson is thinking, Dumbledore said softly, "Any of your allies may be surprised by this. The discovery of the world breeds greed, and the future is elusive, but if there is an opportunity to hold the past in their hands, even if the price is harsh, people will be crazy about it."

"I see, Professor."

Nelson still didn't find a way to open the box. He gently wiped the box with his hand and put it into the small ball he carried.

"Go back and enjoy the vacation with your friends," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I want to stay here for a while, maybe Aberforth will suddenly remember that I haven't ambushed me this year."

He waved his hand, and the clip was still hanging on his sleeve.

Nelson nodded, turned around, and walked into the painting that connected the principal's office.

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