My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"One-year freshmen cannot bring flying broomsticks to school."

In Diagon Alley, Nelson squatted in front of Adele, carefully dusting her cloak shoulders for her. The little girl was curious about everything here. She just ran wild in the cauldron shop and knocked down the pile. The shelf of the crucible for many years, although there is nothing wrong with people, it has caused a lot of dust.

She was standing at the door of the Quidditch boutique at the moment, looking at the beautiful broomstick in the window, reluctant to leave.

"If it doesn't work, just buy one," Walburga suggested. "We can take the broom into school and give it to her when school starts."

Adele raised his head, staring at Nelson's big eyes and blinking nonstop, Nelson touched the purse in his pocket as if he had been cast an Imperius.

"Adele," Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, glanced at him disdainfully, with an expression of "I have to come" on his face, and whispered, "You know why Gnar doesn't want you to ride Broom?"

Adele shook his head ignorantly.

"He doesn't know how to ride a broomstick," Tom said pretentiously, "so he doesn't like watching other people ride a broomstick because he will be jealous because of it. Don't worry, I will buy you a broomstick, the best one, and be in front of him every day. ride!"

"what…"

"Okay, I'll take her to buy a broom." Tom dragged the little girl into the Quidditch shop, and said, "You can buy books first. The Lihen Bookstore is diagonally opposite."

"Jingle Bell…"

The wind bell rang at the entrance of the store. Adele walked into the Quidditch boutique and looked at the dazzling array of flying broomsticks hanging on the wall, showing an expression of eagerness, but she quickly grabbed Tom’s robe and shook her head. Whispered, "I don't want it anymore."

"What?" Tom pretended to be deaf and continued to select the broomstick displayed in the showcase, and pointed to the most classic silver arrow, and said, "How about this? It is said that many famous athletes will choose this one which is very good in all aspects. The balanced silver arrow is the first broom in life."

"You really have a foresight!" The clerk came out from behind the counter and greeted him loudly. "The famous Chadley Artillery Seeker Laura Andronikason... Before retiring, the favorite was this broom, and she too A female athlete with superb flying skills, this lovely little lady can also use this old silver arrow for outings on weekdays. She must be very cute in the air wearing a red cloak."

"It's almost done. It's because the artillery team is too poor." Tom waved his hand, and did not listen to his intention to sell. "First, get me the one signed by all members of the Tornado team, and use the gift box. wrap up."

The clerk said goodbye politely and left angrily. It seemed that the customer this time was a bit knowledgeable and not very good at cheating, but he quickly became excited. The sweeping price of the signature model is not much higher than this ordinary silver arrow. Can make a lot of money every month.

"Adele," Tom asked with a smile after the clerk left, "How about this Moon Dream? It's the best broom."

"I don't want it anymore." Adele's voice was a little louder. "I don't like flying very much, I just haven't seen it."

Tom was teasing Adele while showing a triumphant expression while she couldn't see his face.

"Oh? Why?" Tom asked loudly, "Don't you think it's cool to fly around in front of Gnar on a broomstick? He has to step on something to fly."

Adele shook her head and did not speak. Before waiting for the clerk to take out the wrapped broomstick, she was silent. Tom teased her one after another, one face became more and more red, and the other smiled more and more. It's getting worse.

"Jingle Bell…"

The wind bell rang again. This time it was Nelson who opened the door. He first looked around the Quidditch shop and showed the same longing look at the broom on the wall as Adele, but unlike most wizards, Nelson This life may only be the life of the fans.

"How did you choose? What did you choose? Comet or sweeping? I think comet is very good and safe." It can be seen that this is still an understanding brother.

"Adele is still struggling." Tom chuckled, "My evaluation is not as good as Moon Dream."

"It's not impossible, Moon Dream is indeed a beautiful broomstick."

"I really don't want it anymore." Adele reluctantly covered her ears and ran out of the Quidditch boutique. She even closed her eyes to avoid feeling nostalgic.

"You bullied her?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"Haha," Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, teasing, "She doesn't want to tear your scars. The kid's idea is simple, it's like Hagrid going to Grimmauld Place in the dark."

"What?" Nelson didn’t understand too much, so Tom had to explain to him in detail. After listening to Tom’s explanation, he smiled and shook his head. What is a far-fetched reason? When I was in Ifamuni, if it wasn't for school, I would be a Quidditch player."

"I haven't heard the story of Mr. Williams killing the Quartet on the Quidditch pitch for three minutes, and I feel like there are ants crawling all over his body."

Nelson smiled and punched Tom in the chest. The clerk who had just gone to the warehouse to pick up the goods was late with a beautiful long wooden box.

"A gift for Minerva," Tom shrugged, "I think it should make her feel better."

"Hope," Nelson pondered for a moment, looked at the clerk who was checking out at the counter, and took out a superimposed code on the table. "Take a handful of Moon Dreams with a fairy pattern on it and send it to Hogwar after school starts. Now, the consignee is Nelson Williams."

"You are really a Quidditch master," Tom asked Nelson for a small silver ball, stuffed the gift box into it, teasing, "If you buy a broom, you can choose the one that looks good."

Nelson shrugged, noncommittal.

The two left the shop altogether, leaving behind a happy clerk. To him today, he was as happy as having picked money.

A group of people were waiting for them outside the door, especially the tall Hagrid.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we have all the things we should buy, but our princess still needs a magic wand and an owl."

"I'll take her to buy a magic wand." Nelson rubbed Adele's head. "We'll see you in the robe shop in half an hour. I think everyone needs new clothes."

He looked at the tall Hagrid behind the team. This holiday, he has grown a lot.

Adele's loss of missing the broom was quickly washed away. For every little wizard, the wand is undoubtedly what they desire most.

This made Adele, who was following Nelson and heading for the Olivier Wand Shop, focused so much that even the magic shops on both sides of the road did not attract her attention.

Soon, two people, one large and one small, arrived at the entrance of Olivander's shop. The furnishings here were the same as those a few years ago, and even the lone wands in the window were all the same.

The rich wood scents in the store mixed together, condensed into a magical and indulgent scent, drifting to Nelson's side through the concealed store door, he took a deep breath, as if time had returned to a long time ago. The moment when the first magic wand was obtained here, when the semester starts, he will be in sixth grade, and he is not far from graduation.

"Let's go." He patted the **** the shoulder, and Adele took small steps and couldn't wait to push open the door of the wizarding world.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, Mr. Williams," a voice floated out from the depths of the shop. Nelson had long been accustomed to Ollivander's peculiar style, but he was piled up on the wooden box on the ceiling. Adele, who caught his eyes, was taken aback. "Fourteen inches long, the extraordinary combination of black walnut and dragon heartstring... The fog impressed me so much that as long as there is a fog in London, I will think of you. ."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," Nelson stood up straight and greeted politely. "We've only seen it in the Triwizard Tournament. I didn't expect to trouble you so soon."

"Every magic wand maker will not regard the glorious thing of providing a magic wand to a wizard as trouble." A pair of big light eyes floated out from the shelf like the moon, staring at Nelson, but he was very He was quickly attracted by Adele next to Nelson, "Oh, it turned out to be a partner for this little witch."

"Yes," before Nelson's words fell, the tape measure on the workbench flew towards Adele, and she completed the measurement before she could react. "If you have time to help me with the wand care, it would be better. NS."

"It's incumbent, but it's another price," Ollivander blinked and said jokingly, "but it might be more important to help the wands find their new owners, isn't it?"

"Of course, her name is Adele, please trouble you."

"Adele, Wiltening." Adele added in a low voice.

"Oh... let me think about it, Miss Wiltening, which one is your dominant hand?" Ollivander looked at Adele. Before she could speak, he seemed to have the answer. "Try it. How about this one, the combination of mahogany and unicorn hair. It is ten inches long, and it feels good when it is waved."

A wooden box flew out of the shelf, and the beautiful mahogany wand slipped into Adele's hand. Suddenly, a cluster of peach blossoms bloomed from the tip of the stick.

"Not enough, not enough..."

As a bystander who hadn't had the excitement at the beginning, Nelson could finally appreciate what he was like back then. Under Ollivander's neurotic movements, the wooden boxes piled up by Adele were already half her height.

"A picky customer, isn't it?" Ollivander looked at Nelson and smiled. "You and Mr. Riddle were so picky at the beginning. It really gave me a problem."

"Mr. Ollivander, I think the non-critical customers may be the minority."

"Oh?" Ollivander thought about it seriously and nodded, "You are right, picking is the norm, and the wand maker must be picky too, so that he can find a suitable destination for his efforts."

With a few words of effort, the wand next to Adele was piled up again.

"It's a problem for me, it's a problem... Are you not English, miss?" Ollivander scratched his messy hair, but his eyes grew more excited. Suddenly, his hands closed forcefully. , Made a crisp sound, "Try this, how about?"

A white magic wand flew out of the shelf and got into Adele's hand. Suddenly, sparks like fireworks flashed in the store, like a mischievous elf. This is not straight from the magic wand. There are many turns on the whole. After all, the tip returned to the correct direction that was flush with the handle of the stick.

"Poplar wood, unicorn hair, motioned for another quarter of an inch. There may be unexpected surprises. I only brushed with tung oil, so it still looks like the color of the wood itself," Ollivander smiled satisfied. "I thought that this kind of non-straight material could not be used to make magic wands, but now it seems that its will is very tenacious. Miss Wiltening, the flowers that bloom after the suffering of the trees will be more beautiful."

Adele held the magic wand, and did not hear Ollivander's words clearly, her thoughts were completely immersed in the joyful fireworks.

"Well, Mr. Williams, let me take care of your wand now."

Nelson took out the black walnut wand and placed it on the cushion next to the workbench. Ollivander took off his glasses, pinned an instrument similar to a watchmaker’s loupe in the frame of his eye, put on his gloves, and carefully held the wand. Observe carefully.

"It's well maintained. You cherish it. I don't seem to need to do anything."

"Mr. Ollivander, my wand seems to have undergone some changes before," Nelson explained. "It's not the same as it was originally used."

"Oh?" Ollivander raised his wand and asked, "Is it good or bad?"

"good."

"You have to hold it more in your hand, Mr. Williams, as I said, black walnut is a sensitive material, you need to ask yourself more."

Although Ollivander’s lifelong pursuit is to find a good home for his works, the business always needs to pay. After receiving Garon, he smiled and sent the two to the door of the store. Adele seemed to be suffering from ADHD. As he kept waving his wand, Ollivander's big silver eyes reflected the back of Nelson's wand, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The joyful time always flies quickly. After a while, Nelson and Adele stood at the door of the robe shop and waited for a few minutes. The people with big bags and small bags were late.

"Have you bought it?" Tom glanced at Adele's wand and said, "I'm so recognizable."

"Indeed, like in the crowd..."

Nelson looked around, and suddenly saw a familiar dirty braid on the opposite side, and a dark-skinned witch was walking quickly by holding a dirty package.

She seemed to feel Nelson's gaze. She raised her head and looked towards the other side. The eyes of the two of them intertwined in the crowd.

"Jokunda!"

"What?" Tom followed Nelson's eyes and looked like a crowd.

"You know my number, I'll go after an acquaintance."

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Nelson raised his arm, and a silver light flew out of his pocket, over the head of passers-by, and flew straight across the street.

Jokunda Sykes, who noticed this scene, lowered his head, hugged the package in his hand, and ran towards the alley in the corner.

Nelson squeezed the crowd, showing agility that was incompatible with the wizard. He stepped on the elf sculpture in the middle of the road, flew up and, waving his wand, with a silver light shining under his feet, he passed over the heads of two passers-by who didn't know what was happening. , Rushed in the direction of Qiao Kunda.

"Who is that?"

"A man who almost turned Gnar into a fool." Tom shrugged and said, "Let's go, buy clothes, and run away. I must buy this guy a pink shirt."