My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"you're awake."

Qiao Kunda opened her eyes and bounced off the bed. The thick fur slipped off her body, and a chill instantly enveloped her body. She lowered her head, and she didn't know where her clothes went, a simple fur. Wrapped around her waistcoat, maintaining the temperature of her body, Qiao Kunda hurriedly grabbed the blanket that had fallen to her waist, blocked his bare skin, and looked nervously in the direction of the sound.

A tall and strong man was sitting in front of the fireplace with his back facing her, beside him was a pile of firewood arranged like a hill. The unique scent of pine permeated the room, which made people sleepy. The man had no hair and was on the back of his head. There are a few scars that seem to be scratched by animals. He is wearing an old sweater with threads everywhere, and a fur coat is casually piled on a stool beside him. The sweater has been washed and faded, and it is vaguely visible that he was knitting. The pattern on the top-a sun.

　　 From the back, the man is like a wall, or a bear, as if he would turn around at any time and bit her into pieces.

"Don't worry, my daughter helped to change your clothes," the man said without looking back. "When I caught you from the lake, I was covered with ice ball all over my body and I was holding a carbon ball of snow. Mink, you two are dead too. If I go fishing a few hours later, you will become real ice sculptures."

　　 Qiao Kunda felt a headache and tried to remember what had just happened. Her memory broke at the moment she jumped into the lake, and then it was blank, until she woke up in this hut ignorantly.

Those demons...Yes, the demons who chased themselves from the east coast here, they chased themselves fiercely, chasing themselves from the beach to the forest, from the forest to the town, to the wasteland, to the mountains, and finally to the empty. In the Great Lakes region, while no one was paying attention, Qiao Kunda left the steel trowel on the shore and plunged himself into the cold lake water.

　　 Black ferret? Did the steel also jump down? Qiao Kunda sighed. Hearing what the man in front of him said, he seemed to be the hunter here and fished himself out of Lake Ontario. Is that lake called Ontario? Qiao Kunda had no impression of it. For her, these lakes were as cold as her experience, and they were the best graves for her dead end.

　　 "I know some people like to challenge the limit, but Lake Ontario is not suitable for winter swimming."

The man smashed the fireplace with the iron in his hand, and from time to time he threw a few pieces of chopped wood in. The rosin made a crackling explosion in the fire. His bald head was shining brightly by the flame. Like a sun placed in a house.

Qiao Kunda did not speak. She stared nervously at the surrounding environment. This is a small hut made of thick pine wood. There are scattered dried vegetables, rich bacon, dried fish and a rod. Shotguns, several hunting knives, lights, clocks and other things are invisible here, making Qiao Kunda confused about his age. Outside the window, there is a blank white area, and his clothes are hanging next to the cabin. The shelf fluttered in the wind.

"I thought I could catch a big fish and make a big profit before the ice age, but I didn't expect it to be a mermaid." The man said jokingly, his coarse voice and indiscreet words revealing his rudeness and savagery. On the one hand, "You have to take your own rations, hey, do you know? When you were in a coma a few days ago, I was afraid that you would wake up suddenly and never dared to stew green vegetables. The doctor on the other side of the lake came to help you this morning. Check, and vowed to say that you will fall asleep again for at least a week, so I dare to cook something good, but guess what?"

He stood up, the small wooden stool creaked under his hips, and there was a small pot on the fireplace, which was heated by the fire through the dug hole, the man lifted the lid of the pot, and the gurgling sound echoed in the room. He picked up the spoon on the side and stirred it. A scent filled the surroundings. Joe Kunda smelled it and swallowed. The gurgling sound was much louder than the boiling soup.

When the man heard this, he was immediately happy. He sat back on the wooden chair and grilled his hands. He smiled and said, "You little girl is lucky. Although the doctor is not good enough and can't guess the time, he also said to eat more carrots. You are so sick, you know what? Carrots are precious!"

　　 Joe Kunda smiled involuntarily, she didn't realize that she had escaped the tension of escape.

"Are you here to hunt? If you want me to tell you, let's change your brother or dad," the man said in low English with a little Siberian accent. "Your prey was put in the stable by me. The little ferret is not tasty at all, let alone it is black, and its fur is not worth a few dollars."

　　 It should be steel. Muggles don't know how to sniff. It is understandable to mistakenly identify as a snow sculpture. Qiao Kunda suddenly feels relieved, at least he is no longer the evil wizard.

"Maybe you came here before, but this year's North America is extremely cold, and it snowed in September." The man turned around and looked at Jokunda, who was sitting on the bed and covering his chest tightly with a blanket. , "Little girl, didn't the adults in your family tell you? Snowy hunting requires at least two people to be together."

His face appeared in Qiao Kunda's eyes at a glance. The moment she saw this face, she was stunned, her round blue eyes were piercing and people, and her slightly caustic hooked nose was placed right in the center of her cheeks. The generous apple chin (butt double chin) gives people a sense of peace of mind. All this is like her father who exists in memory. Jokunda stared at the man's face blankly, his hands gradually disappearing. Strength, the blanket slipped, and the man turned his head quickly. The stubble of his chin quickly pulled Jokunda back to the present. He was just a little like, perhaps because he missed too much, or because he hid like a father to himself. Concerned in reproach, Qiao Kunda recognized the stranger as Dr. Sykes.

　　 Despite this, her attitude has eased a lot, not as nervous as she was at the beginning.

　　 Jokunda stroked the sheets under him with his hands. The smooth fur was soft and warm, which seemed like heaven to her now.

"What's your name?"

　　 Joe Kunda sat on the bed and finally spoke the first words in the cabin. Her voice was hoarse as if a pipe had been cut.

"British? Drink some water. It's on the stove next to you. There are some tea from Boston." The man heard her accent and instantly recognized her native place, "From England. Immigration? Few British people were willing to come to this bitter place a hundred years ago, but a few years ago when you were fighting there, many British masters came to live in the big villas on the south side of the Lake District. , Just left last year. What? Is the battle over?"

He was very talkative and kept talking babbling. At first glance, he was a person who lived in a deserted place and had no chance to communicate. Qiao Kunda gradually recovered from his face that resembled his father in memory, and she shrank back. Shrinking, his waist and hips pressed against the knitted pillow, leaned back against the bedside cabinet, grabbed the blanket and covered himself.

"My grandmother is an Englishman, she said, she helped me pick my name, although I haven't seen her..." The man tilted his head, half of his face facing the fire was hidden in the darkness in the shadows. Only those gleaming blue eyes reflected the brilliance of the snow outside the window. They looked crystal clear. He noticed the movement of Jokunda covering the blanket. He turned his head, his whole face became bright and clear again, and said with a smile, "I It's Nelson, don't you know what special meaning this name has in your UK?"

At the moment when she heard the name Nelson, Qiao Kunda's body trembled suddenly, her eyes widened, and she recalled her unbearable experience after logging in to America. Those who did not know why they chased and intercepted, like cats and mice. The wizards who played with him were all obeyed by the younger brother he had affected. Qiao Kunda didn’t know whether he heard the news because he hid it well, or because they just wanted to let their own know... According to Joe Kunda, who has never had a sip of hot water, Nelson's name has become a nightmare that trembles when he hears it.

Before her eyes appeared another ghost-like man mocking herself-whenever Jokunda thought he had escaped, the man with a penguin doll on his waist would wait on his way. Dressed in a funny gown, he held a silver cane and bowed to himself like a comedian.

"Meeting again, I still have to introduce myself. I am a penguin." Penguin will always leave a few pieces of sour brown bread like a beggar, and will leave a magical animal ration that is 10,000 times more luxurious than brown bread. Sniffing, "This is a greeting from Lord Wiltening, Miss Sykes, I hope you can appreciate the true meaning of life during this journey."

Penguin’s unchanging greeting has long become Qiao Kunda’s nightmare. She had thought of fighting back, but she would always be knocked down by Penguin as easily as a first-year student. He would always use a kind of trick Qiao Kun. A curse of extreme humiliation—Hang her in the sky. In order to prevent Jokunda wearing the skirt from getting out of the way, he will carefully lock Jokunda's skirt and his legs together. This curse can be accurate every time The ground lasted for fifteen minutes, enough for the penguin to leave slowly.

"I think Miss Jokunda's brain is a little lacking in nutrition. I hope that with the nourishment of blood, you can come up with some more subtle escape routes." Penguin's mockery can always penetrate Jokunda's psychological defense line just right." This way I can write more exciting reports to please Lord Wiltening."

Qiao Kunda also thought about turning around and surrendering, but there will always be wizards behind her to block her way. She doesn't want to think about the ridicule she would receive when she fell into the hands of those wizards. They even gave her a chance to escape. Just to be happy! She also thought about death and forget it, but the most ridiculous thing is this. She did not have the courage to end her life. At the moment when she submerged in the cold lake water, at the moment when the lake water surged into the intake pipe and her consciousness began to blur, her heart Still thinking about how to live.

　　 At this moment, recalling all the past, the embankment in Jokunda’s eyes quickly collapsed. She was crying like rain, choked silently, and covered her cheeks with her blanket hands, her thin body exposed in the air again.

　　 Bald Nelson hurriedly turned his head away, and said, "There is a coat that I can wear next to it. I used to wear it. You can put it on first. I have asked my daughter to wash it."

　　 Joe Kunda ignored him, but shrugged his shoulders constantly, tears overflowing from his hand, dripping onto the blanket.

　　 "Huh? Is this name bad?"

The man claiming to be Nelson dropped the pipe he was holding, and said angrily, "No wonder my old man always said that he had a bad relationship with my grandmother, but why should the mother-child relationship give me bad names?! I should. Listen to the advice of my neighbor old Tom who drowned in a treasure hunt last year and change his name to Charity World Peace!"

　　 He kept stomping on the ground with his feet, looking furious and helpless to his late grandmother.

But at this moment, Qiao Kunda quickly adjusted. She basically confirmed the fact that the man in front of her was a Muggle hunter. The same name was just a coincidence of fate. She didn't want to show weakness at this time, the truth. Above, this Muggle hunter is her best chance to avoid hunting, she has more important things to do, and she can't fall down here.

　　 Saved myself and made tea for myself. This person was obviously not in the style of those demons.

The grateful Jokunda lowered her head, grabbed the clothes next to the bed in the house, and put it on her body, silently apologizing for her insincereness in her heart. Soon, she raised her head and said softly: "That's the name of a ship. , One of my elders was killed in the shipwreck of that ship."

　　 "Oh, sorry," the man's rough voice couldn't make any sense of apology. Instead, he asked, "It should be a very big and majestic boat?"

"Yes, my elders are proud of that ship, accept..." Jokunda relaxed and opened the chatterbox, but she really had a shadow over Nelson's name, so she asked timidly, "Sir, I can Shall I call you Mr. Ship?"

　　 "No problem, you can call it whatever you want," Bald Nelson smiled heartily, "It looks like that ship is very big."

　　 "Did you see my belongings?" Qiao Kunda struck the iron while it was hot, and asked, "There is a bag, and there is also..."

"I put the warehouse for you." Bald Nelson stood up, walked to the small round table in the center of the wooden house, and took a dark stick. "And this, is it yours too? I thought you were at first. Come to collect firewood, but then your trophies would be a little pitiful. The material of this small wooden stick is rare here. When it is picked up, your body is wounded, but you still hold it tightly. It should be very important to you."

"Yes," Jokunda stared at the small wooden stick with a longing gaze, which was his wand, and her heart mentioned her throat again. "It is important to me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is Souvenirs, yes, souvenirs."

"The workmanship is also good." Bald Nelson shrugged and threw his wand over. "I have seen people who like wood, but they usually make wood beads and string them on their wrists. It is a British custom to get a stick. I have to say, it's really strange."

　　 Joe Kunda took the wand and settled down on the bed.

　　 "I will help you get your things, and there is an egg, I haven't seen it!"

　　 Bald Nelson said, he opened the door and walked outside the cabin under the dense snow. Joe Kunda became a little nervous again when he heard the egg, but the cabin door was closed again.

She noticed that the bald head was swaying in the snow and quickly disappeared. Behind the hut, Nelson put his hand in his pocket, and whispered to the two standing there; "I don't think I need one. moon."

　　 The two black-robed wizards stood with their heads down, their expressions respectful.

"Give me that bag, **** it, why do I, Bao, and Joe Kunda always get involved?" Nelson stomped his foot. "The snow needs to continue to fall. These days it’s a bit bigger, and the lake is frozen. Orion also needs to compensate."

　　 After the matter of Love House came to an end, Nelson came to North America as the Penguin and his group expected, and personally guided the work.

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