My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 47

　　 "Jokunda, you really know house elves."

Nelson embraced the wooden box containing the tea, and Jokunda climbed up the stairs, passing through the towers, corridors and halls of Hogwarts. Although Christmas has passed, the festive atmosphere is still hidden in the festival that has not been completely cleaned up. In the decoration, "If they don't have you, they will have to cook breakfast again."

"Alright, after all, the Hufflepuff Lounge is next to the kitchen." Jokunda yawned, tore off the gauze from his forehead and stuffed it under the saddle of a bronze statue of a knight on the side of the road. Commonly, they are responsible for the sanitation of the entire castle, but you generally don't pay attention to it."

　　 Soon, the two came to the door of Dumbledore's office and saw that Nelson was not coming up alone. The armor shook slightly and stopped moving.

"Dumbledore, you can't think she's a spy just because she's been to America, she's still a Hogwarts student!" Even through the thick solid wood door, Professor Sykes's voice echoed clearly. In the hallway, "You can have an opinion on me, I know, you have not waited to see me, after all, you are Albus Dumbledore! But why do you want—"

　　Professor Sykes' voice lowered. She seemed to challenge Aberfors on a different topic from the beginning. Out of instinctive curiosity, Nelson's ears got closer and closer to the door.

"Don't listen, she was talking about me." Qiao Kunda took out the purple cabbage-flavored bubble gum wrapper from his pocket, spit out the remaining bubble gum from his mouth, sealed it, and looked around. In the circle, she saw the armor standing upright at the door of the office. She lifted the visor of the armor, pretending to be careless, and threw the wrapped bubble gum in. Nelson saw that the armor shook again.

　　 "Strange, why is this armor moving?" Qiao Kunda tapped on his breastplate suspiciously, and there was an echo of "Kang Kah".

　　 "Maybe it's been too long." Nelson also stepped forward and knocked on his good brother.

　　 "Wait to pour the tea, slow down, please!" Nelson heard the armor whisper, "Aberforth said, yes, can you help me throw that trash out of my body after I'm done."

　　 "What sound, Nelson, have you heard anyone talking?" Qiao Kunda put her hand to her ear in confusion and listened.

　　 "No, you may have heard it wrong." Nelson shrugged, "Or maybe you are a snakehead and can hear the murmur of the Slytherin Basilisk hidden in the Hogwarts Chamber."

　　 "No problem." Nelson whispered to the armor's ear.

　　 "This is a good idea, I will write it down later." Jokunda nodded, seemingly pleased with the joke.

　　 "Speaking of which, did you go to the United States to study abroad?"

　　 "No." Jokunda shook his head, "I was smuggled over."

　　 "Riding a broomstick across the Atlantic Ocean."

Before Nelson could digest the news that shocked him enough for a whole year, the door of the office slowly opened from the inside. Aberforth seemed to be unable to withstand Professor Sykes. His voice came from the office, revealing. A sense of relief, "Our tea seems to have arrived, Melissa, sit down and rest for a while, I believe you are tired too."

Nelson didn't know what happened during the time he went to the kitchen. He only felt that the air in the room at this moment was heavier than the thickest cream soup. The embarrassment that was close to the substance was coming from the door. Escaping outside the door, stretched out his claws to wrap him.

　　 Nelson bit his head, shrank his neck and walked into the office. Joe Kunda followed him spookyly.

　　 "Oh? Joe Kunda?" Aberfors asked uncertainly. He seemed to have just heard of this student from Professor Sykes.

"Are you treating everyone else as a fool? Albus!" Professor Sykes couldn't hold back again. She patted the arm of the chair hard and said heavily, "Pretend you don't know her now?! "

"Ah, Melissa, you have to calm down, after all, you said, I haven't seen her before." Aberfors gave Nelson a frantic wink, and he tried to make a "Albus Dumbledore" Sitting in front of the desk with a smile as if everything is under control", "Nelson, can you help us pour four cups of tea? I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Nelson tried hard to make his already hard scalp even harder. In front of the three of them, in silence, he gently put the wooden box on the desk, and took out the tray and tea cup from the inside. , Spoons, and wooden grids with gadgets such as candied sugar cubes, and put them one by one into the matching box. His movements are extremely slow, as if he has experienced it in the simple work of pouring tea. The enjoyment of art.

He placed four small porcelain plates painted with blue and white in the middle of the four sides of the desk, and placed four teacups of the same material and color in the middle of the porcelain plate, with their hands facing the same direction... after experiencing a series of drags. After the draggable confusing operation, his imagination was finally emptied, and he poured just the right amount of tea for all four teacups.

　　 "Ahem." Sitting across from Aberforth, Professor Sykes, who had not spoken for a long time, broke the silence.

　　 "I hope Aberforth will not treat me badly after I'm done." Nelson closed his eyes and prepared for the squally rain from Professor Sykes.

　　 "Ahem." Professor Sykes spoke softly, took a sip from his teacup, "Nelson, I blamed you before."

　　 "Sorry, Professor Sykes." Nelson's mind hadn't turned around yet.

"I mean, I didn't expect that you are such a person full of life atmosphere." Professor Sykes nodded, "Although the subject I teach is spells, I actually don't want these activities full of life atmosphere. Wands or servants to complete, I think the hands of wizards should touch their lives."

　　 "Papa, papa!"

　　 Aberfors clapped his hands hard, flattering, "Melissa, your attitude to life alone is enough for me to learn for a lifetime, I think—"

　　 "Albus." Professor Sykes interrupted his compliment that might make the atmosphere even more embarrassing, frowned and said, "Seriously, I think you are really weird tonight."

"What's the matter?" Aberfors crossed his arms on the table, cushioned his chin, and revealed the pair of "Albus Dumbledore sitting in front of the desk smiling as if everything is under control." Looks like.

"Don't you think you told me nonsense all night?" Mrs. Sykes' eyebrows seemed to be twisted together, her expression was like a Muggle-learning teacher staring into the grade. "I even suspect that you cast the Forgetting Curse on yourself, if it weren't for you—"

"Alright, alright!" Aberfors waved his hand quickly and begged for mercy. He turned to face Jokunda, who was sitting at the table boredly after drinking two cups of tea, and said sternly, "Jokunda Sykes, Sec The information provided by Professor Kes is somewhat different from what I understand. I hope I can learn your own views from you."

　　 "Okay." Jokunda put down his tea cup, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at Dumbledore. "It's because you are the director of Wissengarmore."

　　 "In the summer vacation of 1935, when you were in the fifth grade, you used to fly across the Atlantic Ocean on a flying broomstick and smuggled to the east coast of the United States controlled by Grindelwald, didn't you?"

　　 "I was flying across the Atlantic on a broomstick, but in fact I was only in fourth grade at that time, and the second half of what you said is not important at all, because the United States is across the Atlantic, isn't it?"

"I have to say, it was really a feat." Aberforth placed his left hand slightly on the table, his right hand gently patted on the back of his left hand, and Dumbledore's face looked uncomfortable, but again Not surprising, it seems that Dumbledore would applaud at this time.

"Thank you." Qiao Kunda nodded, his cheeks flushed. "That's what I thought at the time. I like flying very much. I heard that a wizard was going to challenge the first time flying across the Atlantic with a broomstick, but he prepared for a long time. Bring a team that can rescue him at any time."

　　 "Well, I have heard about it, in fact, there are quite a few people who actually smuggled in that team." Aberfors nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"I don't think his well-prepared adventure is an adventure at all, so he rode a broomstick and set off directly." Qiao Kunda's eyes were a little blurred, and the focus of her eyes had already drifted to that summer night in 1935. , The wind over the Atlantic Ocean was blowing, "I just wanted to try it. I didn't expect him to fall into the sea halfway and wait for a while, and finally I arrived first."

"Albus. UU read www.uukanshu.com" Professor Sykes said angrily. "Many newspapers have reported on this matter. There are also two editions of the topic in the Daily Prophet, which is better than she knows. Be clear, why can't you see it?"

"Professor Dumbledore." Jokunda's hands were tangled together under the table, and she glanced at Professor Sykes who was fighting for her. Her eyes were full of complex emotions, apology, trust, and fear. Even with a hint of disgust, she raised her head and said expectantly, "I... will I be expelled or even deported?"

　　 "No." Aberfors shook his head, "Only the board of directors has the power to expel students. Besides, if you didn't expel you back then, how could you turn the old account back?"

　　 Nelson noticed that the hope in Qiao Kunda's eyes had disappeared, and she seemed willing to be expelled or even deported.

"But you are turning over the old accounts now!" Professor Sykes said, "You are investigating a student who was only in the fourth grade! Albus, I know you are in the magic world, so I dare not relax a bit, but she just…"

"Nelson." Aberfors did not respond to Professor Sykes' questions and pleadings. He suddenly turned to look at Nelson, who was sitting aside trying to hide himself, and asked, "Nelson, you should know Jokunda." What kind of person do you think she is?"

　　 "Me?" Nelson felt that Aberfors was not righteous. He was about to succeed in sneaking, but was found to be a failure. "I think she is a very kind, adventurous, and charming person."

　　 Joe Kunda lowered his head and grinned.

　　 "Hmm." Aberfors lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Then why did you land at the meeting place of Gertler Grindelwald and his followers?"

Chapter end