My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 45

　　 "Albus! We really need to talk about it!"

　　 Even though there are thick carpets in the corridors and offices, the "answer" sound of high heels hitting the ground is extremely loud, and the high-pitched female voice suppressing anger is even louder than the movement of high heels.

　　 "We must have a good talk! Why do you keep avoiding me!"

　　 The office door was pushed open roughly, and a lady rushed in. She sounded very angry.

　　 "You unexpectedly! To avoid me! I went outside at Christmas! Do you dare to cause trouble, are you so afraid of it? Albus!"

　　 Nelson felt a little familiar when he heard the voice. He stood up and looked at the door. Within a thousandth of a second after seeing the person coming, he bowed his head heartily, performed a textbook-standard wizard's salute, bowed his head to say hello.

　　 "Professor Sykes, Merry Christmas."

　　 "Oh, Nelson." Only then did Sykes notice that there was a person sitting in the chair opposite Dumbledore, which gave her a bit of momentum, so she had to calm down and say hello, "You too, Merry Christmas."

　　 Nelson stood there, looking at Aberforth, he felt that it was a mistake to appear here.

"Oh, yes, Nelson." Professor Sykes lowered his head to see Nelson still sticking here, frowned, thought for a moment, raised his arm and pushed a piece of silver chain originally wrapped around his index finger, and told Nelson to stretch it out. He shot it and put it in his palm, "You learned the spell class very well. I have finished reading the mid-term essay. This is a reward for good students, and it can be regarded as your Christmas gift."

　　Professor Sykes looked at Nelson with loving eyes, but the murderous aura when entering the door was completely overwhelming. Nelson could even clearly see a few big words from her face: "Why are you still not rolling?"

　　 She finally looked at Aberfors, who was sitting right behind her desk with a calm face, but actually didn't know what was going on, who had become like her brother.

"Ah, hello!" Aberfors grinned and showed white teeth. Like a mentally retarded child who failed the treatment at St. Mungo, he raised his arm and swayed weakly, "What wind is blowing you? You just sit down, what would you like to drink?"

Professor Sykes is a tall, mature woman with sharp facial features. She usually twists her black hair into a bun tightly on the back of her head, wears a pair of thick black-framed glasses, and wears a constant black wizard all the year round. robe. When she came today, although she also had a bun, there were a few strands of blue silk scattered on her forehead and sideburns, and she did not wear glasses, although she still wore the same black wizard robe, but she did not have any of the little accessories carefully matched on it. It looked scribbled to wear it-it seemed that to block Dumbledore, she didn't care about these details at all.

"Albus, I found that you really can pretend to be a fool." Her tone has calmed down, and she stood next to Nelson with her hands in her arms, and said coldly, "Sit down? Where do you want me to sit? Sit on the ground? ?"

"Professor Sykes, you can sit here." Nelson flinched, trying to make himself look smaller, while moving small steps to make room for her. "I won't bother you, I have something to do. , Just first—"

"Wait, Nelson. Our business is not over yet!" Aberfors finally showed the expression that a normal person should have. He stared at him and stopped Nelson. The two of them went on in an instant that was unimaginable by ordinary people. eye contact:

　　 "What do you want to do? Are you going to run!"

　　 "I don't want to take this muddy water, I'm just a child!"

　　 "I don't even know what Albus did! This woman is like crazy, believe it or not, she will attack me as soon as you go out."

　　 "But what does this have to do with me? Mr. Aberfors, you have no reason to let an innocent passerby accompany you to endure this inexplicable pain."

　　 "Who knows if you and Albus colluded to frame me, so I was waiting here!"

　　 "I really don't know what happened. I only know that if I don't leave now, I might be punished by the teacher immediately. Goodbye, Mr. Aberfors, I wish you happiness."

　　 "Wait, at least tell me what happened—"

　　 Nelson blinked his eyes and cut off the call unilaterally. He hurriedly saluted Aberfors and Professor Sykes, moving lightly and swiftly towards the door.

"Nelson, tell the kitchen to make a pot of tea, prepare some biscuits, and deliver them later." Aberfors called Nelson again a second before closing the door. "The kitchen is in the Hufflepuff Lounge. Opposite, by the way, you delivered it yourself."

"Brother, you are out!" The headless armor standing at the door stopped Nelson, who closed the door fiercely. Although the noise he made by closing the door hard was still far inferior to Professor Sykes' case, "Excuse me, Put my head back in."

Nelson picked up the full armor helmet that fell across the hallway. I really don't know how Aberforth kicked it from the fireplace to this side... He held the helmet and installed it on the head of the armor brother. The position of the full mouth is still moving and chattering: "To be honest, I can put my head back on my own, but you know, I can't scare the passing students... Besides, the kid Aberfors kicked me. When I came out, I was face down! I can't see, I don't know where I am. If a pair of armor squat down to find out where my head is, you know, this scene looks too stupid, it will look like I am a Armor with secondary intelligence problems."

"Ah, yes." While resetting the helmet, Nelson took out his wand and wondered if he could change the buckle to make his helmet and body closer together. If he could jam the visor by the way, he couldn't speak. , It couldn't be better.

　　 The armor is still chattering, his thinking has spread to the heroic deeds of blocking Merlin's two powerful wands.

"Okay, man, I'll go first." Nelson finally added a buckle to the back of the armor's neck, enough to keep his head firmly on the neck-if he has a neck, "Abufu Si asked me to get something and come up to you later."

"This kid just likes to support people. I think he will become a big fat guy who can't wear me." The looming voice of the armor floated to Nelson's ears, who was going downstairs. He shook his head, and drove the voice out of his mind. Said, "I think no one wants to wear armor."

　　 Through the long and unmanned corridors, randomly moving stairs, and singing and dancing activity rooms, Nelson finally reached the corridor where Hufflepuff's lounge was located. Strangely, he didn't see the door of Hufflepuff's lounge or the kitchen here. He could only see the wall paintings and piles of wood like the rest of Hogwarts. The barrels are placed in the stone trough at the end of the corridor. Instead, it is more like a storage facility with rich traces of life. The air is filled with the sour smell of grain fermentation. I don't know if the barrels are filled with vinegar or deteriorated. liqueur.

Nelson is a little bit troubled. His knowledge of Hufflepuff can not be said to be very little, it can be said to be ignorant. In fact, he only knows that the people here are very friendly. Of the college. Nelson looked around the walls of the corridor. There was no one on the portraits around him, and he could not ask. In order to prevent himself from taking the wrong path, he decided to wait for the people on the portraits to come back and ask questions before going to the kitchen.

　　 So he walked to the pile of wooden barrels and saw that the wooden barrels in the second row seemed to be relatively smooth, so he sat on it.

However, the buttocks hadn't been hot yet, but the wooden barrel leaning on the back was energized. Accompanied by a knocking sound, the urn shouted from the barrel: "Hey! Is there anyone! Who blocked the door of the lounge? Live!"

"Wait! I'm here—" Hearing the sound of the countdown before breaking the door came from behind, Nelson quickly got up and stepped aside. The moment he avoided, with a "boom", including him sitting The lids of the four rows of wooden barrels including the hanging barrels all flew up and hit the huge still life paintings hanging on the opposite wall. One of them hit the frame and bounced back, hitting the barrel that had just been opened. On the head of the witch who came out~www.mtlnovel.com~ Oh! I knew it! "She squatted down, clutching her forehead.

　　 "Are you all right!" Nelson hurried over to help the witch of Hufflepuff, "Sorry, I didn't know that Hufflepuff's lounge was here. I was blocking the door, so you--"

　　 "It's okay, it's not bad for you, I'm used to it." The witch took out her hand and tremblingly took out a small bottle from her pocket, "Bai Xian, help me apply it to my forehead, thank you."

Nelson turned to the small bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap, poured some white powder into the cap, stabilized the witch's head, and saw a big bag. He took a breath and sprinkled the powder on as quickly as possible. He took a piece of gauze that the witch handed over, pressed it to the wound, and helped her sit on the barrel next to it.

　　 When she was relieved, Nelson began to apologize again. She waved her hand, stood up and twisted her neck.

"It's okay. I'm this kind of physique that is easy to get into trouble but won't get hurt." She is tall and dressed in a shaman's robe that is not properly cut. There are many holes, a large gold chain with a solid texture hangs around her neck, her face is healthy wheat color, and the skin on her wrists and shoulders is very fair. The most distinctive thing is that she has a dirty braid.

　　 "Oh! You are that senior in the fireplace of Professor Sykes that night." Nelson regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. It was not right for people to talk about her embarrassment as soon as they were injured because of blocking the door.

"That night?" She frowned and recalled, suddenly smiling as if she was thinking of something. After supporting the gauze with her left hand, she stretched out her free right hand to Nelson, "Then we are very destined. Get to know, my name is Jokunda Sykes."

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