My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 95

Downstairs in the Dark Tower Library, Nelson held the laurel at Pitya's feet. Somehow, he always felt that the sculpture of the priestess looked down and glanced at him.

Nelson let go of the laurel branch, raised his head and rubbed his eyes. The statue of the priestess still held up the little sun as it did in the past, and the gentle fire from the sun was no different from the past.

"It looks like he has a good rest." He shook his head, bent over to hold the green branches, and whispered her name.

"Pitya."

A breeze blew by, and Nelson disappeared into the streets of Newmontgard.

"Is it Mr. Nelson?"

Nelson opened his eyes and found that the previous living room had become empty. Several white dolls were struggling to lift a long table from the storage room. He looked around and the place where the sound was made seemed to be in the tower. In the kitchen, reaching out to hold the slightly hot cane floating in the air, Nelson stepped into the small room full of oily smoke.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've been living alone for so many years." Luo Lian behaved like a rich girl who can't cook, standing in the kitchen holding a strangely shaped spatula, a few villains I'm busy in front of the stove, making it all smog.

"Are you okay? Do you need help? I know how to cook some food." Nelson was choked by the kitchen fumes, resisting the cough, covering his mouth and nose and pulling out his wand, thinking about whether to put out the fire, or wait for a while. The child may have to save someone.

"No need!" Luo Lian pretended to be angrily akimbo, raised the spatula and pointed at Nelson, "I graduated from etiquette school before becoming a magician! I can cook."

"Okay, okay." Nelson raised his hands and told mercy. He originally wanted to talk to Lorian, but seeing this environment is not suitable for chatting, he had to say, "Is there anything I can help?"

"Well, let me think about it." Lori Ann put the spatula on her chin and thought, and Nelson noticed that her spatula was not stained with oil. It seemed that she had been cooking for a long time and was actually lonely. She thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Can you go down and help me pick some lettuce and pumpkins? I changed the garden downstairs into a small vegetable plot... But I just asked Mr. Toscamander to go and let Let me see……"

She pushed the window of the kitchen and looked down, then turned her head back and said, "Uh...it looks like he was having a good chat with the caterpillars in the vegetable field. He was already a little bit happy."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, picked up two stacked small wooden baskets from the side, turned the stick around in his hand, and it quickly turned into a delicate small hoe. "Others are needed. What's in?"

"Nelson, why did you mix with them?" When Nelson turned his **** and walked downstairs, Newt was squatting on the edge of the vegetable field and staring at a caterpillar trying to gnaw the lettuce leaves, and heard With the sound of footsteps, he motionless, and asked without looking back.

"Senior Newt, what are you talking about?"

"Grindelwald is not a good stubble, even if he treats you nicely on the surface, it is because he has something to do with you." Newt stood up on his knees, patted the dirt on his trousers, and turned to face Nelson. "The last time I met you, I asked my friends in Hogwarts about you."

"What did they say?"

"Those of my friends have become teachers, so they are not very clear about your campus life, nor why you chose to leave Hogwarts." Newt said slowly, "My good friend Melissa Say Kx, do you know? She teaches spells at Hogwarts and is the dean of Ravenclaw. She said that your grades are very good and you are an excellent student."

"I often deal with Professor Sykes." Nelson nodded. "She taught me a lot."

"Really?" Newt looked at Nelson with a scrutiny gaze, and said word by word, "She also told me that you and Albus had a conflict. What's the matter?"

"..." Nelson said nothing, bent down and started digging for lettuce with his hoe. "Senior Newt, you are also a person who left from Hogwarts. You should understand that there is always conflict between human and human concepts. I don't want to accuse Professor Dumbledore. On the contrary, I respect him, but two people with different ideas don't have to stay together."

"We are different." Newt shook his head. "I think--"

"Then you should understand more." Nelson pulled out a lettuce, threw it into the wooden basket, and found the next lettuce to continue fighting. "Since you know that we are different, you must know our choice. Every road always has its own reasons for having to go."

"Nelson--" Newt was a bit dumb, not knowing what to do, so he could only lick his lips and stared into the eyes of the young schoolboy. The vegetable garden quickly fell into silence, leaving only Nelson to dig vegetables. Xi Xi Suo Suo's voice.

"Senior, do you regret leaving from Hogwarts?" When the wooden basket was full, Nelson brought another one, moved it to the side of the pumpkin patch, and suddenly asked.

"I..." Newt froze in place as if he had been cast by a body curse. He buried his head between his legs like an ostrich, and fell into a long silence.

"Sorry, Senior Newt." Nelson put down the cane that had become a scythe, cut off a pumpkin stem, and apologized in a low voice.

"No, it doesn't matter." Newt raised his head and said with open eyes, "I actually regret it."

"The time when I was studying in Hufflepuff was the most carefree and almost the happiest years in my life." Newt said with a squat. He hasn't remembered that distant period for a long time. I've been a student of Hufflepuff, “I've been wandering outside for so many years, and I've always wondered if I had no accidents, were not expelled from Hogwarts, and graduated from Hufflepuff smoothly, would I become The person of my dreams when I was a child."

"The one of my childhood dreams."

"Our lives always follow the flow, and no one knows what will happen in the next second." Newt stared into the sky, and the six-winged thunderbird was flapping its wings in the vast sky. "His name is Frank, you think he Is it majestic?"

"It's very prestigious." Nelson squinted at the figure dancing in the electric light, nodded, "I have never seen such an imposing bird, grasping thunder and lightning above the clouds..."

"But do you know? He was rescued by me from an Egyptian bird dealer in the first place." Newt's eyes showed nostalgia. "At that time, he was not so prestigious. He was like a small one. A little chicken like a quail, cowering in a basket like yours, waiting to be sold into the hands of a cruel wizard."

"I really didn't expect..."

"Do you think we are like him?" Newt turned his head and stared at Nelson with scorching eyes. "I won't persuade you to go back. After all, I don't have such a position. We are all rootless duckweed, but we Unlike him, we at least have the right to choose."

"Do we have it?" Nelson couldn't help wondering, isn't he the rootless duckweed that is drifting along with the current? As a wizard, he was drawn into the tragedy caused by the Muggle War by fate, so that he could not do anything when he lived here. The wand in his hand was not even as powerful as a pistol.

"Nelson, Albus told me that you are his favorite and most recognized student so far. This has nothing to do with your magical talent, but he heard you say a word." Newt said every word. To, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"this is only--"

"Nelson, I don't know if you believe it or not, but I can't recognize it any more. People nowadays, especially wizards, are always thinking about endlessly asking, gaining power, grabbing power, and earning wealth. And never want to take the corresponding responsibilities, but in fact, everyone living in the world has his own responsibilities, even a magical animal living in nature also has the responsibilities it must fulfill." Newt said nothing. Confided, "The more capable people are, the more they need to create a greater cause, instead of upsetting the order for selfish desire like Grindelwald, I have been annoyed for countless times that I have no such ability and there is no way to prevent some tragedies from happening. , But I think you must understand this truth."

There was a long silence in the pumpkin field until Lorian on the top of the tower opened the window and shouted, "Mr. Nelson, you have to hurry up! Are you attracted by the caterpillar too?"

"Come up here!" Nelson shook his head, raising the wooden basket full of lettuce on his hand and showing it to Lorian, "I've already picked it! Wait a moment."

"I'm coming." Newt took the heavy wooden basket in Nelson's hand and followed Nelson upstairs.

Dinner is a simple family dinner. Some stews and a few steaks are served with toppings. Although simple, they are better than rich. Luo Lianne finally left the kitchen under Nelson's persuasion, which prevented this historic castle from being buried in flames. Although the cooking skills of the few present here are commonplace, for wizards, the development of household spells is a grand cause that has been going on for dozens of centuries and iterated countless times. Magic wand, everything in the kitchen began to work in order.

The dinner table before the meal presents a wonderful scene—Lorian is praying, Nelson is wiping his hands with wet wipes, and White and Andre are sitting together reviewing the "homework" of the saints, making it like an ideological and political study. , And Newt Scamander, as a prestigious magical zoologist, has already got into the box to conduct daily visits to the magical animals he brought with him.

When everyone is ready to sit down at the table, they all become the same.

"Ms. Lorian, who are you praying to before the meal?" Andre asked casually while spreading meat sauce on his bread, "God?"

"God?" Luo Li'an shook her head, "I am praying to magic, and I maintain awe of magic all the time-this is a compulsory course for every magician, even the **** of creation is not as good as magic to us. importance."

"I must write this down, and I will teach those young people back later. They always lack awe of magic." Andre glanced at Newt and continued to ask, "Creation God? Looks like Miss Lorian. Your religious beliefs are also very special."

"Religious belief?" Luo Lian raised his head buried on the plate and fighting steak, and asked strangely, "What religious belief? Why should I believe in him? I am not a priest."

Everyone didn't understand what she was talking about, and the dinner ended in such a confused atmosphere.

After the meal, Nelson walked to the kitchen. Loriana was holding a porcelain plate, directing her little dolls to clean the tableware. When Nelson came in, she looked back and said, "Mr. Nelson, you don't need to help. , I can still finish the work at this point. You can go back to your room and rest, and I will tell you my notes later."

"No," Nelson looked at the orderly little dolls, turned to look outside, brought the door back, and whispered, "Miss Luolian, you come from another world, don't you?"

The plate in Luo Lian's hand fell to the ground, breaking into a piece of porcelain slag.

"How do you know? I didn't tell you, did I?" She narrowed her eyes warily and looked at Nelson who was pulling out her wand.

"Recover as before." Nelson lightly tapped his magic wand, and the broken tiles on the ground quickly gathered and slowly returned to the shape of a plate. "Have you forgotten? You told my uncle before that he said you fell from the sky. Coming down, I have been looking for someone with magic and want to find a way home."

"Ah..." Luo Lian frowned, and immediately stretched out, "I told him this."

"Did you find it?" Nelson stared at Lorrian's tangled face and asked earnestly.

"..." Luo Lian raised her head and looked at him like a fool.

"Did you not find it?" Nelson was disappointed.

"What do you mean?" Luo Li'an sullenly, "If you find it, can you still meet me here? Not to mention that you guys are the first wizards I've seen, who came here to find me before then. They are all people who can't make magic."

"Ok……"

"Why are you interested in this matter?"

"You may not believe it, but I'm actually from another world." Nelson noticed Luo Li'an's increasingly weird gaze. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Well, in fact, I've been thinking about traveling to other worlds. Things are very interesting."

"Why?" Luo Lian couldn't understand very well, "The world is so big, there are so many places to explore, why should you travel to other worlds? Not to mention the possibility of not being able to return to your hometown."

"your hometown?"

"My hometown is called Arad, it's a beautiful place that has been ravaged by war but still beautiful..."

Luo Li'an slowly spoke, and began to tell the story of an innocent girl who fell to another world like withered leaves in a disaster...

For the first time, Nelson knew ~www.mtlnovel.com~ It turns out that there are people in this world who have encountered the same things as him, but he has never told his story to others. The memory of the past has long been blurred, and the memory of childhood even It's hard to remember, let alone those illusions lost in dreams?

But at this moment he was relieved. No matter whether the vague memory was mental illness or only in the white fog of the illusion, he was relieved, whether it was the childhood he grew up with Tom, or he was under the wheel of a semi-trailer. The blue sky that I saw were all precious things that couldn't be more real.

"Why are you crying?" Luo Lian hurriedly flipped through her pockets looking for her handkerchief, and asked hurriedly, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry I don't know why—"

"It's okay." Nelson raised his head, a big smile squeezed out of his tearful face.

"Nelson, what's the matter with you?" Andre said anxiously.

The door opened.

The door opened.

"Rumble."

The violent noise awakened the dust that had settled thousands of years ago, and the decayed smell and the withered sweetness peculiar to venom poured out of the pitch-black pit.

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