My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 493

"What did you do during the vacation?" As soon as he walked out of the cubicle, Tom held Christian's shoulder and interrupted her steps to leave, "Tell me."

"what are you doing?!"

Christian broke free from Tom's hands in dissatisfaction, turned his head, and glared at Tom's cold face, which was exactly like her biological father Tom Riddle. Although this face was praised as handsome by almost everyone, in her eyes, But it was like a ceiling that collapsed and pressed down on her. She looked away in a panic, and her voice became weaker, "Let go! Let go... let me go."

"What the **** are you afraid of?" Tom's sudden sternness threw Christian into disarray. Her hands were in a panic and didn't know where to put them. From the time she saw Tom greet her as usual at King's Cross, she had already When he began to worry about this moment, Tom held her shoulders, turned her face towards him, and said solemnly, "I returned to London two weeks ago, and you are not in the Westside Orphanage, nor in Jonas' house. , me and nar even went to myrtle, my friends you met at school, even alastor moody, but they didn't know where you were, myrtle told me you Went to a Gryffindor friend's house and she told me you went to watch Moody's duel match, but Moody told me you never dated him, so can you tell me? Who were you during the holidays? where?"

"I..." Christian's aura dropped a lot, but he quickly straightened his chest and said stubbornly, "Don't you go to other places during your vacation? You're not there every vacation, I want to find you You've never found it, and even this holiday has made such a big thing in France and Nar, did you report it to me?"

"Why should I tell you about my itinerary?"

"Yeah, so why should I tell you?" Christian asked rhetorically.

She pulled out her wand and swung her arm vigorously. Tom only felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest, so he could not help but take a step back, leaning his back against the corridor window, feeling her rich magic power that was completely different from the past, and was amazed at her. The magical level of the Obstruction Charm that could be used without the need to utter a spell, Tom stood firm and gave her a thoughtful look.

"Don't look at me that way."

Christian pursed his lips, squeezed Tom away, and walked in the direction of the lower graders.

Tom clutched his chest. He knew what Christian had learned at school, even if he never said it. But at this time, she was completely different from the self in his heart. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Christian's back. Under his gaze, Christian's figure running away quickly turned an unreasonable big in the narrow corridor. Circling, the girl who didn't even realize that she was under the spell ran back faster than just before and slammed into Tom's chest.

Her movements stopped for a while, and she raised her head blankly, staring at Tom who was close at hand.

"You're my sister, don't do anything that will shame us." Tom narrowed his eyes, staring at Christian's pupils with scarlet blood, which made Christian's shoulders cold and uncontrollable. The ground trembled, "Nar told me to leave you alone and let you do what you want, but as far as I know, what you did might not be a good thing."

"Narnaral! Do you only see Narr as a family? How did you ever introduce me to anyone like this—this is Chris, my sister?" Christian's shoulders trembled violently, The whole person trembled like sifting chaff due to intense emotions, "Why do you all do the right thing, and no matter what I do, it's not a good thing?"

"I'd rather you be a Muggle without a wand if you hang out with someone like Melissa Sykes."

"I'm not a Muggle! Who wants to be a Muggle who picks up trash on a precarious basis, I'm a witch! I'm a witch!" Christian was almost mad. She rehearsed in her mind the situation when she was questioned by Tom countless times, and imagined it countless times. She looked calm and stood up to Tom, but within a few minutes, she was far from her imagination. She had never been calm in front of Tom, and could not keep her calm.

"You can let Gnar mess around and help Muggles so much, in your heart, am I not as good as those Muggles who have nothing to do with you? You treat me with the attitude of a stranger even once, gently and calmly. Just look at me, is it that hard?"

"Lola Riddle!" Tom raised his voice, calling out the name that belonged to Christian. "What do you mean by this cowardly look! Tell me, what did you do on vacation?!"

"My name is not Lola, nor is my last name Riddle!" Tears burst from Christian's eyes. "I'm Jewell, the daughter of a liar!"

"He protected you," Tom once also checked Christian's experience and knew everything that Mr. Jewell had done for him, "if you really think so, you should see more of his father, Instead of just thinking he's a liar."

"Even so, what's the difference? When a liar's daughter, a little liar suddenly has a perfect brother, do you know how frightened and cramped I am?" Christian's inferiority complex magnified infinitely, she beat Tom's chest, but the force of the fist falling was weak, "From the day you knew we had the same biological father, this is the first time you have spoken to me like this."

"I shouldn't have stolen your stuff in that alley in the first place, you know what? If I had known I had a brother, a brother who would protect me and make me laugh every day like the little girl next door, I Why should I steal things to please others? Why should I steal on your heads and make me shorter for the rest of my life?"

"I don't care, Chrissy," Tom's heart softened when he saw his sister's almost collapsed face. Her stubborn and vulnerable appearance was so similar to him ten years ago, he sighed and hugged Christian's body gently. The back of his head, buried her face in his chest, bowed his head, and whispered in her ear, "No one would scold a child who couldn't help himself, I also stole things when I was your age, but this It doesn't stop me from wanting to be a better person."

"But...I care..." Christian's voice was broken, almost incomprehensible to Tom, "What am I supposed to do to be like a good sister? I thought being a good student would satisfy you, but you told me black Magic can be used, but I am nosy, I learned to pursue power like you, but you told me that I did nothing good... What should I do?"

"squeak--"

The door shaft beside them made a harsh sound, and a young reporter who looked like a reporter came out with his stomach covered.

"Sorry to bother you, but I can't help it."

"The toilet is over there." Tom pointed coldly behind him.

"How do I get to the toilet?"

Nelson stood by the window in a daze, and the figure who came in a hurry approached him, stood aside, and asked breathlessly, "I heard that this train has toilets, so it won't stop on the way."

Nelson, whose attention was not knowing where to go, did not hear his question. It was not until the man asked a question for the second time that he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a young man who seemed to be able to judge his profession. Under the painter's hat was a tired but spirited face. Above the thick dark circles and sagging skin, those curious eyes gleamed, unlike most A Hogwarts student who has changed into a robe. This man is wearing a cowhide vest with many pockets. The cuffs of the light brown corduroy shirt have been ruffled due to long-term desk work, leaving a lot of unwashed. The ink stains, there is a strong smell of developer, and Nelson and Jonas also have a similar vest. At this moment, seeing the appearance of the male reporter, he can't help but feel good, and he stretches out his finger to point to the connection of the carriage.

"Did you see the door with the t on it? That's it."

The man covered his stomach and squeezed out an ugly smile. He trotted in the direction of Nelson's fingers. After disappearing for a few minutes, he quickly returned to Nelson's side.

"Hello." The man greeted familiarly, touched his chest pocket, took out a crumpled cigarette case, took out two, and handed it to Nelson, "It's a big help, sir."

"Is it because the food on the train is not used to it?" Nelson turned his head and blocked the man's outstretched hand with one hand, "Thank you, no."

"Okay," the man saw and stuffed the two cigarettes back again, "I didn't eat anything on the train, I brought some dry food, but it seems that they spoiled earlier because of this hotter summer than usual."

"Don't worry, a wizard's diet is no different from a normal person's," Nelson said, glancing at the cigarette case protruding from the man's chest, "It doesn't matter, the professors also smoke in the corridor, not to mention that there is not too much sitting in this carriage. Many people."

"Since you can't, I won't smoke you," the man smiled, noticing the "professors" Nelson said, he pressed back the exposed cigarette case and said awkwardly, "You are a student Sorry? I thought you were a professor when I saw you were wearing a trench coat."

Nelson shrugged and pressed down on the chest of the trench coat. Under the flow of silver light, it turned into a school robe exactly like the other students.

"Wow, that's amazing, is this magic?"

"It's magic, sir," Nelson shook his head, his clothes quickly changed again, he looked at the sixth carriage where the man was, and asked curiously, "Did the Times only send you a reporter?"

"Oh? Have you seen our topic guide?" The reporter rubbed his hands excitedly. Since he has read The Times, he should be a so-called Muggle-born wizard. He thought he could get some help from this student. The already enthusiastic attitude could not help but become a lot hotter, "No one else in the newspaper dared to come, only I am willing to go. Although it is tiring, the editor-in-chief has left me the fronts of several special issues. I just heard that Huo There is no telegraph or post at Gwarz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I'm still worried about how to get the manuscript out."

"Since Professor Dumbledore invited you to send someone, he should be prepared accordingly," Nelson smiled politely. "Maybe he will lend you an owl specially."

"owl?"

"Yes, wizards use owls to send letters," Nelson explained. "It's like the postman, but it's faster, and it's easy to fly over mountains and mountains. When you can ask Professor Dumbledore, he will Make arrangements for you."

There was a rustling sound in his ears, and Nelson followed the sound. The reporter did not know when he had taken out a notebook to record Nelson's words.

"There must be a market for quills that can write by themselves."

"Is there a quill that can write by yourself?" The reporter widened his eyes in surprise. "Where can I get it?"

"Perhaps you can ask Professor Dumbledore for one," Nelson said softly. "He'll be sure to be ready."

Although the young man in front of him did not leave the professor Dumbledore who invited him but never had his face covered, and there was a lot of respect in his words, the reporter still keenly heard some negativity and laziness, which could be compared with him. When he first came, he thought a little differently. He buried his doubts and curiosity in his heart. Since he had almost reached the magical world early on the train, he must hurry up.

"Did I disturb you?"

"Not really, I'm just standing here looking at the scenery." Nelson shook his head, as if the neatly lined wheat fields outside the window were a rare spectacle.

"Isn't this the scene you see every year when you go back to school?" The reporter raised his eyebrows. Is the route of the Hogwarts Express random?

"Not really, but I have never paid attention to these scenery before. Looking at it now, it is really beautiful."

"Are you a graduate?" the reporter said with a smile, "When I was in college, I didn't notice the beauty of the campus until my last year. I always looked forward to the holidays when I started school, and just wanted to go to the bigger world. ."

Nelson looked away from the wheat field~www.mtlnovel.com~ took one more look at him and nodded lightly.

"I have a request, sir." The two chatted a lot on and off, and when the announcement to the station sounded, the reporter gathered his courage and asked, "I will be at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a while, can you Do you want to be interviewed by me? I think the student's perspective must be very informative."

After that, he looked at Nelson expectantly. In the previous conversation, he clearly understood that this young man was warm-hearted, although his attitude was neither salty nor indifferent.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Ten minutes to reach Hogwarts, prefect please..."

Shafik's glory has never been restored, but the train they made still diligently picks up students every year, just like the alternative when it first appeared in Hogsmeade. passengers on board.

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