My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Pygmy Pu."

After thinking about it for a full second, Nelson looked at Tom's decisive eyes, and without hesitation, he picked up the sweater with dwarf cats on the chest, and explained forcefully: "I can't bear it every day.' N'is running outside, Dwarf Pu is at least a little cute."

Carrying the hanger, he ran to the full-length mirror at the back of the shop and made two gestures, the pink thread trembling in the air, like the long hair of a pygmy cat.

"It even feels pretty good-looking."

Recognizing his fate, Nelson nodded in satisfaction. There is no difference in what the sweater under the robe actually looks like. Even putting it on a shirt and wearing it under the coat can give people a refreshing look. "People always Try different dressing styles."

"Yes, I think pink matches my macho temperament."

Alphad's voice came from behind Nelson, and he turned his head, his eyes dazzled by the connected pink.

Nelson rubbed his eyes and looked intently, and saw that on the shoulders of Alphad’s pink sweater, an extremely embroidered hexagonal newt was widening and spitting bubbles. Behind him was the wicked bird. Tom in the sweater looks very noisy.

"To celebrate our children's school, this year's theme color is pink," Walburga walked up with Adele in her arms. She was wearing a beautiful flamingo sweater, which looked the most normal among a group of people. , While Adele, who was hugged by her, wore a pygmy pu sweater of the same style as Nelson, Walburga pulled out a head of wool that stood out abruptly from the back of his younger brother, "Tom has just been in Say, you will definitely choose that dwarf cat sweater, so Adele also chose the same."

Adele twisted her shoulders, but was still unable to break free from Walbuga's "devil's claws". At the suggestion of the clerk, she bought a slightly larger sweater. The whole person looked like a large dwarf cat. .

"Speaking of you, this sweater won't get up to eat booger in the middle of the night like a real pygmy Pu?" Alphad suddenly said. This torture that hits the soul stopped Hagrid and Myrtle who were approaching behind. .

Everyone in the shop, including customers and shop assistants who were choosing clothes, all turned their heads and stared at Alphad in the middle of the crowd.

The air solidified, and only the sound of the wall clock "click" witnessed the passage of time.

After a long time, Tom took a deep breath and said with a grinning smile, "You are disgusting, Alphad."

"You can get full marks for your magical animal research class," Nelson said with a dry smile, "you even know such a sideknowledge, such..."

"It's none of my business." Alphad realized the weird atmosphere. He waved his hand and pointed at Hagrid behind him, who was trying to hide himself behind the hanger. "Rubber told me."

Hagrid's movements froze. He was wearing a large pink sweater made by the tailor temporarily, turning around angrily, scratching his head, like a big starfish trying to sneak up on a crab, coincidentally Yes, there is a pink starfish printed on his chest.

"I'm just telling you, I didn't ask you to speak so loudly." The good-tempered Hagrid was also anxious, and he said in an irritating voice, "I didn't expect you to be so... so..."

"So shameless."

Myrtle who emerged from behind Hagrid pushed her glasses and looked at Alphad with the same disgusting eyes as Walburga. The pattern on her chest was a young Chinese white dolphin. According to Alphad’s theory, This sweater should be grey when it was first knitted.

Walburga was still gritting his teeth to help Alphad pull the thread, as if he hadn't noticed that there was a big ball of yarn in his hand.

Seeing a group of pink friends, Nelson cast a questioning look at Tom.

Tom knew it, raised his arm, and showed the paper bag in his hand. There were sweaters bought for Christian. Although they hadn't spoken for a long time for some strange reasons, Tom still remembered his sister. .

"Are we going to stand in the shop like this? It feels a bit occupying a position."

Nelson asked briskly. Hearing what he said, Alphad put on his coat, turned his head and ran, looking like he wanted to leave this embarrassing place.

But his movements were so fast that Walburga was stunned to stare at the ball of yarn in his hand, and a pink woolen thread was protruding from the ball of yarn, extending to the outside of the shop, and following Alphad’s principle is getting longer and longer.

Looking at the length, there may only be two sleeves left under his robe, and everyone present is also aware of this problem.

"On the bright side, at least one rope is not easy to lose."

Tom smiled awkwardly and chased out in the direction of Yanshen's pink wool.

"Little finger." Nelson smiled and rubbed Adele's hair, then chased him out.

"I've seen that."

When the group found Alphad, he was standing at the door of the cold drink shop shivering, not knowing the reason for his coldness.

Seeing this, Walburga, who was entwining the ball of thread while running, secretly stuffed the ball of yarn into Alphad’s pocket, and said softly: "My sister used to treat you badly. My sister was wrong. My sister asked you to eat shaved ice."

"Are you sick?" Alphad reached out to his sister's forehead, "It's all starting to talk nonsense!"

Walburga's rare gentleness disappeared in an instant, and ferociously grabbed his brother by the ear and carried him into the shop.

Five years ago, the Blake brothers and sisters first met Nelson and Tom in the cold drink shop of Sheldon Fusco, and even the raspberry sundae in front of Tom was the taste of the year.

It's just that Nelson and Tom are no longer alone with the spoon.

"By the way, where is the pet you bought for Adele?" Walburga helped Adele mix her shaved ice and looked at Tom.

"I paid and asked the shopkeeper to send a letter to Hogwarts with that spot-headed owl after school started." Tom calmly suppressed everyone's IQ, "so that you don't have to hit the train station with an owl. It's a wall, that looks too stupid."

When everyone recalled when they hit the wall, they all expressed their shock.

While eating the sundae, while chatting one after another, the topic soon returned to Alphad's shocking speech in the clothing store.

"Rubber told me!" He argued with a fight between his teeth, and eating the sundae without a sweater made him colder.

"Speaking of which, Little Hagrid knows magical animals very well."

The "little Hagrid" that Walburg said was sitting alone in two chairs, quickly catching up with the shaved ice bowl the size of Adele's head, in his hand like a play house toy.

Tom explained, "Previously, Gnar gave me a set of "Where are Fantastic Beasts" written by New York. I think Hagrid likes Fantastic Beasts, so I gave him that set of books."

McGonagall and Flitwick once entrusted Hager to Nelson, but the irresponsible Nelson ran away the next year. In the past few years, Tom has been taking care of him. I have to say that he still takes care of others. Having one hand, not only knows how to knit sweaters, but Hagrid has half the credit for growing so fast.

"Newt Scamander's book is really great! This is the only book I can actively read over and over again," Hagrid rubbed his round nose and said shyly. "The description in the book and The picture fascinates me, if I could really see those magical animals..."

He looked proud like a kid inviting credit, and said softly: "The magical animal research course in the third grade is the only course I can get the first place, so I know that the dwarf puff will be at night—"

"Okay, Hagrid, eat something," Tom patted Hagrid on the shoulder. This is obviously a kid who asked for credit. It's just a little older, so most people don't treat him as a little wizard. "It's very good, I won't tell Alphad anymore."

Hagrid scratched his curly tan hair and smiled cheerfully.

"Hagrid may become a master of magical animals like Senior Newt in the future."

Nelson called to Fosco, added another bowl of shaved ice to Hagrid, and began to talk about Newt's magical box, which fascinated Hagrid and even murmured, "It would be great if there could be a box with a fire dragon in it. "

"Haha, it will be very aggrieved."

It seemed that Hagrid's hobby was developed at a very young age.

"So, do you plan to take a course in the study of magical animals?" Myrtle suddenly raised a question.

"I want to choose!" Hagrid raised his hand first.

"Rubber, you don't have to choose." Tom lifted his hands high, already stabbing the parasol.

After the sixth grade of Hogwarts students, they will choose the courses they need to take according to their career plans. A person's time and energy are limited, so they must make a choice. Some courses are required to achieve pre-marks, and some courses even start from scratch.

"I shouldn't choose it anymore." Tom shook his head and saw Hagrid feel a little lost. He said quickly, "But I don't worry about problems related to magical beasts. After all, there is our encyclopedia Mr. Hagrid. Well."

Hagrid was a little shy by his praise, so he had to eat shaved ice to ease the embarrassment.

"My father asked me to take this course. Our family accepted a farm a few days ago," Walburga said, "but unfortunately, there is no one who knows anything about it except house elves."

"I'm not sure yet." Myrtle shook her head, seeming to be entangled.

"Me too." This is Alphad. He really doesn't know anything. "But I will definitely choose potions and spells. Let's decide on other draws."

None of the four took the magical animal study class except Walburga, and even Walburga seemed to be lacking in interest, so Hagrid had to look forward to Nelson.

"I didn't plan to choose before," Nelson said, but he quickly took out the piece of Jokunda's fallen fragment from his pocket and said, "But if you don't choose a course, I may not be able to check the information in the banned book area. From today At first, I was curious about magical animals."

Hagrid's hanging heart was let go. At least Fantastic Beasts was not a subject that no one was interested in. A sense of identification with Nelson came to life, and soon his attention was attracted by the fragments Nelson placed on the table.

"Then what class are you going to give up?" Tom asked curiously, "As far as I know, your class schedule is full except for your own vacation. Do you want to take up your rest time?"

"I am going to give up the divination class. As for the related arithmetic and divination, it is not within my consideration," Nelson said, spreading his hands. I always feel that learning divination is a waste of time."

"Mrs. Clemence will be sad."

"I will submit news of my death to her regularly."

"I'm so happy for her."

"So my timetable is the history of magic, transformation, spells, defense against the dark arts, ancient runes, alchemy, and magical animal studies."

"Yes, most of them overlap, but are you really going to give up the potions class?"

"I think I have to be a little bit more interested and give up Professor Slughorn before he gives up on me."

"Haha," Tom said with a smile, thinking of Nelson's pioneering work to make mud with rare medicinal materials at the end of last semester, "What about herbal medicine class?"

"Spare me, you know, I can't tell the difference between dark green and light green," Nelson said. "Even with the help of your lenses, it is painful. Every time I come out of the nursery, I see the sun is green! "

"There is such a thing?" Alphad looked at the sun, as if imagining what the green sun looked like.

"But Nelson," Myrtle said suddenly, "what about astronomy?"

"What? There's this class," Nelson scratched his head. "If you don't tell me, I forgot. I don't choose this one. It's enough to have a useful star map."

"But you may be the only one of our students who chose the history of magic." Tom smiled, "I don't know what Professor Bins would think when he saw you alone in the classroom."

"He's used to it." Nelson shrugged. "In 1664, only one of Gryffindor's students chose Professor Bins's improvement class. He studied for two years and only told Teacher Bins when he graduated. He chose the wrong one. He originally wanted to choose Muggle to study."

"Hahaha..." Alphad, who was tired from watching the sun, thumped the table and laughed.

"I chose too." Myrtle said suddenly.

"It's too miserable...huh? What?" Tom looked at Myrtle in surprise, "Why?" on his face.

"Nelson, can I look at that eggshell?" Hagrid said, staring at the debris on the table.

"Eggshell?" Nelson followed his gaze, pinched the fragments and handed them to Hagrid. "Is this an eggshell?"

"I think so," Hagrid nodded and took the eggshell carefully. "It should be so big that the curvature is not obvious."

This pair of Nelson was unexpectedly happy. He squinted his eyes, and the white mist surged in his eyes, and his soul quietly sank into the illusion. Standing on top of Alexander's head and looking west, a silver beam of light rushing into the sky was seen. The end of the endless white plain flickered. It was the beacon he had left on Qiao Kunda, and it was as dazzling as a firefly in the dark in the bland, blurred vision.

The brilliance of the beacon was heading west at a constant speed, and the cautious Qiao Kunda seemed to be planning to fly away. Suddenly, the beacon stopped.

He opened his eyes and waited for the version of the cold drink shop. A puppy-like animal was biting the metal rivets on his boots.

"Hey, it's a sniff!"

"So cute!"

Everyone quickly noticed it, and Nelson bent down, and hugged Sniff with his hands like lightning. Its four short legs thumped in the air, but they were not as flustered as wild magical animals.

"Can you eat it?"

"It should not work," Nelson took out a small silver ball with regular red light from his pocket. UU看书www.uukanshu.com quietly wiped the red dot with his finger, sealed the light spot, and stuffed the small silver ball into it. Sniff's arms, "Karonco is not bright at all, take it to your master."

After that, he put Sniff on the ground and flushed his hand with clear water.

"Master? Is this raised by a wizard?"

"Well," Nelson nodded with a spoon in his hand. "The state of the fur is exactly the same as that of Senior Newt's. It is observing the situation for its owner."

"I have never seen anyone running away like this." Tom's face showed a strange smile.

"I'm so courageous." Nelson nodded and said loudly, "She ran in a hurry, for fear that she might have left something in Diagon Alley! But I'm going to school soon, so what should I do!"

Sniff, who had already run across the street, turned his head, looked in Nelson's direction, and dived into the side alley.

"You are so bad, you can even lie to sniff," Tom put down the sundae, teasing, "but it's really stupid."

At the end, he added, "It's even a little cute."