My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yes?"

Nelson smiled and sat back on the bench by the fireplace, straightened his legs and roasted his snow-stained boots over the fire. He turned his head, and the lake and mountains outside the window reflected in his eyes. His quiet profile did not look like a vulgar hunter. On the contrary, like a lonely poet, he sighed and said, "I hope she has a good future. As a father, I may not be able to help her..."

Qiao Kunda looked at this side face that revealed hope in this sadness. Nelson missed his daughter and his father saw him in his memory. How similar was the way Nelson missed his daughter. Her empty heart was faintly heard crying sad songs, echoing in this small space. But the warm wooden houses echoed over the vast Lake Ontario, echoed in the pine forests stretching in the mountains beside the skyline.

Sunlight slanted from the south to the window of the wooden house, spilled on Jokunda’s face glowing red by the fire, and the vast white snowfield was like a flawless gem in Jokunda’s eyes. The slightly muddy tan eyes were washed away by the pure color, and even became a little crystal clear.

The traces of those uninvited guests are just filth that can be easily wiped off by Blizzard. At this moment, the vast snowy field is not stained with dust, and even a messy footprint is invisible. Only a lake not far away is floating with snow-covered ice. Guy, whirled on the water in the direction of the waves, like a leisurely sailboat. Schools of fish came to the water while the snow stopped, or floated their heads or foraged for food, making the sparkling Lake Ontario more colorful and more like a fine-cut gem.

　　 Jokunda lowered her head to avoid the harsh sunlight. She was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Mr. Boat."

Nelson ignored him, just staring at the lake in a daze. His thoughts had already drifted into the forests of Albania. Tom finally decided to take Credence and Adele there to complete the exercises they needed, without the interference of magic. The season on the edge should still be in late autumn, and that vast forest will not be looming like the Great Lakes at this moment because of being covered by snow. If they think, they should also appreciate the autumn scenery and the abundant fruit trees. They don’t know the forest. Would a "Ravenclaw" come to sit in the hut from time to time, look at the tables and chairs built according to Hogwarts, and don’t know if the bacon he is hanging in the hut is still there, and he doesn’t know himself. Are the nuts hidden in the mezzanine of the fireplace moldy... Maybe they were taken away by small animals like squirrels! Thinking of this, Nelson lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

But Jokunda on the side was obviously wrong. She only thought that Nelson was reminiscing little by little with the non-existent daughter. As if made up a lot of determination, she bit her lip and called again. : "Mr. Boat."

　　 "Huh? What's the matter?" Nelson turned his head, scratched his head, and said with a smile, "Sorry, just thinking about something else, do you have any restrictions? I'm going to get something to cook."

　　 "No," Jokunda shook his head, bit his lip, and whispered, "If you need—"

But her voice that was too small was easily obscured by the explosion of resin in the fireplace. Nelson seemed to have not heard it, stood up, patted his butt, took a sip of the pipe, and spit out a thin plume of smoke, mixed with it. The scented mist filled the air, making the air in the room cloudy and dreamy.

"By the way, you must be optimistic about this little beast." Nelson walked to the sofa and shook the cage with Sniff, and said, "It's a bit dishonest. It always wants to take away the spurs from my boots. , Just like the dragons in the fairy tales who are only interested in shiny things... If you can't peel off skins, I can teach you. After all, people in the Lake District have to learn to deal with prey by themselves, but IMHO, this little thing is too When it’s small, this kind of miscellaneous skin is not worth a few steel trowels."

The steel pin, whose value had just been measured by the steel pin, was awakened by Nelson's shaking and shrank in the corner of the cage shivering. A pair of mung bean-like eyes blinked and looked at the bear-like man in front of him. It seemed out of fear that it stretched out. He covered his eyes with his claws, as if the strong man on the other side would disappear.

Nelson was amused by the action of the steel, carried the cage around, and stretched out his finger to poke its puckered butt, teasing, "Little thing, come on, grow up, that little girl is waiting for you to get out of the pot. !"

Sniffing "squeaked" desperately, and tried to shrink his butt, trying to cover himself with himself, but the rations given to him by the penguin were really good, as a plump Sniff, hiding in a cage. A corner is already its limit.

　　 Nelson gave a low growl at Sniff imitating the bear, smiled and threw it back on the sofa before it uttered another whine, turned around and pushed the door open, and walked out of the room.

　　 "—If you want to learn about your daughter, I think I can help you."

After Nelson’s footsteps went far, Qiao Kunda finally said the unfinished sentence. Only when she knew how determined she was, would she be willing to violate the "Secrecy Act" and tell the secret of magic to this one who only knew one day. Man, just don't know when she is willing to make this determination next time.

"Don't worry, steel," she said softly, leaning against the bed, looking at the steel in the cage, "I don't know how to eat you, but you may have to stay in the cage for a while, but we can't To trouble Mr. Ship, I will see if I can beg him to let you out later when he comes back."

　　 Sniffing "squeaky" nodded his head, a pair of small paws groped in the hair on his belly, and after a while he took out a gleaming spur, proudly showing off to his master.

　　 "Okay," Jokunda rubbed his temple helplessly. "It looks like I don't need to beg him."

　　...

There are no clocks in the hunter’s cabin. Qiao Kunda can only judge the time by the movement of the sun. His exhausted sniff is sound asleep, unable to respond to her call. Only the sound of pine resin "cracking" and exploding is left in the whole cabin. Accompanying her, this kind of anxious waiting made her live like a year, even more tortured than sleeping on the cold ground while fleeing.

The pure whiteness of the snowy field made her eyes appear double, and her thoughts began to think about it uncontrollably: "Mr. Boat did not fall into the lake, right? No, he is so strong, like a boat, but also I fished myself out of the lake. How could it be possible to drown? But drowning in a river can be water, he won’t really..."

Jokunda’s expression was crying and laughing. After experiencing extreme exhaustion, she couldn’t even control her expression. Soon, when Blizzard came again, Nelson, dressed in white, finally pushed aside the wooden house. The door stepped on the snow and walked in.

　　 Blizzard’s noise quickly awakened the tranced Joe Kunda. She raised her head. Nelson had closed the wooden door. She had no time to react, and the room became quiet again.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson took off his fur coat and hung it by the fireplace, threw a few mud-stained **** into the fire, and put a string of pine branches of fish on the wooden table, rolled up his sleeves, A knife older than him was found in the iron box on the fireplace. He rubbed the knife on his sleeve and said with a smile, "Is homesick? Where is your home? Wait for the snow to stop. I'll take you back."

　　 "It's nothing, Mr. Boat," Jokunda shook his head, and said with a grin, "I don't have a home anymore..."

"Huh?!" Nelson's eyes widened, and he pressed the knife hard against the table. The tip of the knife was inserted straight into the thick wooden board. Qiao Kunda finally understood how this scarred table came. Just listen to Nelson yelling, "Is it because of those **** tax collections? Even vulgar hunters like us know that hunting can't finish a litter. The animals have to have a chance to give birth in the spring next year. How can they do it all day long? What about the one that kills them all?"

　　 "No... Mr. Ship," Jokunda whispered, "It's a disaster."

"Disaster? They are indeed disasters!" Nelson seemed to recognize that the perpetrator of Jokunda was the group of people, and his mouth was still cursing. Jokunda saw this and did not explain anything. Nelson drew out his knife and said loudly. He said roughly, "It's okay, you just treat it as a writer here. I used to be an old widower with a child. There are not many more of you. When the spring starts, I will send you to the city for an errand."

　　 Qiao Kunda smiled and nodded. After many years, she finally found the warmth of home in a completely strange place.

"Do you know how to eat fish?" Nelson began to scrape fish scales skillfully, and laughed at himself. "You can't do anything if you don't. We can't pick and choose on this condition. If you can still move, go to Add a bowl of water to the pot on the stove, and turn over the potatoes in the fire."

　　 "I like fish the most, Mr. Boat."

Listening to Nelson's unceremonious tone, Qiao Kunda felt a little warm and enjoyable. After regaining some energy and strength, she lifted the blanket and stepped barefoot on the not-cool wooden floor, ready to step down. Go to bed to do things.

"There are my daughter's boots in the bedside cabinet. I bought her a big one. I think you should be wearing them." Nelson said without looking up. He has started to chop fish heads. "The wooden floor might have burrs. , Don’t hurt you, you know the level of our doctor here, and you don’t even know how long people will sleep."

Qiao Kunda opened the cabinet obediently, took out a pair of small leather boots lined with felt, and put her feet in. The right foot was just right, and the left foot was a little loose, but the same warm. She showed an ageless smile and jumped. Jump on the ground and walk towards the fireplace.

　　 "Slow down, chick," Nelson's voice came from the sound of the knife hitting the wooden plank. "If you have any strength in your legs, just jump?"

"Oh."

Qiao Kunda slowed down, found a broken bowl with a missing hole in the cupboard, scooped a bowl of water from the wooden barrel in the corner, opened the lid, and made a gurgling bubbling sound and hot steam. And the aroma of vegetables made Qiao Kunda unable to help but swallow. She hasn't eaten hot meals for a long time. There is still a lot of bacon in the pot. You can imagine the deliciousness of this pot of soup and thick vegetable soup. , The huge bubbles burst in the process of getting bigger, and a drop of hot soup splashed on the tip of her nose. Not only did she feel no pain, but she became more hungry, and her stomach screamed uncontrollably. stand up.

　　 "Don't worry," Nelson's voice came again. "The doctor said that he can't eat immediately after waking up from a coma. Although he may be a quack, he is at least better than us, isn't he?"

　　 Joe Kunda poured water into the pot and swallowed his saliva to cover the pot.

　　 "Turn over the potatoes and see if the back is burnt?" Nelson ordered, "Use the iron drill I used to make firewood."

　　 Jokunda found the clods and turned over. The scent of roasted potatoes hit her appetite again. She turned around and said, "It's cooked, Mr. Boat."

"Oh." Nelson pushed the sliced ​​fish fillets onto the plate. The sashimi with ice **** was piled into a crystal clear iceberg. He carried the plate to the fireplace and lifted the lid to remove the fish fillets. Pour it in and say, "I can eat it when I finish smoking this tube."

　　 After that, he took out his pipe, and the room became cloudy again.

　　...

　　 "So this little thing is not a ferret!"

On the wooden table, there was simply a steaming pot of dinner, half of vegetables and half soup. Qiao Kunda volunteered to take over the job of peeling potatoes. The two sat opposite each other, each of which was filled with a pile of sprinkles. Some salted mashed potatoes, Nelson threw the wooden spoon in front of Jokunda and raised the cage to observe curiously.

　　 Joe Kunda picked up the wooden spoon, first served Nelson a bowl of soup, and explained, “Yes, it’s called a steel pewter, it’s a sniff.”

"Sniff? Is it some kind of mole? That way, the ferret feels nothing left, it feels more like a mole," Nelson said, turning the cage with interest. "Little thing, open your mouth, let me look at your mouth."

　　 Sniff blinked his eyes and looked at his master. Seeing Jokunda nodded, it opened its mouth reluctantly.

　　 "Oh, what about a very delicate little guy, this pair of teeth can't chew bones."

　　 "It's my pet," Joe Kunda served himself another bowl of soup, put his arms on the table, and stared at Nelson eagerly. "He is very good at digging holes and likes to collect shiny things."

　　 "That's it," Nelson thought for a moment, opened the cage, and released the sniff. "Since it is a pet, let it run in the house... eh? Why don't you eat? Are you hungry?"

　　 "You eat first."

"Weirdo is very particular, she also keeps pets, she seems to be a lady of the big family," Nelson teasedly poured the vegetable soup onto the mashed potatoes, mixed it, and put a spoonful into his mouth, looking at Qiao Kun who was beginning to gobble up. Da, said with a smile, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

　　 "Hmm..." Qiao Kunda's mouth was filled with hot mashed potatoes, and it took a lot of effort to swallow it. "It is instinct to find shiny things. I am worried that it will mess up your house."

　　 "The shiny thing? Isn't it just a steel screw? Don't worry, my pauper doesn't even have a big son," Nelson pushed the soup pot towards Joe Kunda, UU reading www.uukanshu. com sighed, "I didn't expect there are animals that hunters don't know. The world is really big."

　　 "This is a magical animal." Jokunda blurted out, and she soon realized that she had missed her mouth and covered her mouth.

　　 "Is it hot?" Nelson handed her a wooden cup and continued to sigh, "It's really amazing."

　　 Joe Kunda is heartbroken. This Muggle may be the only person in the world who treats himself nicely. What's the problem with telling him? Is that **** "Confidentiality Act" comparable to this meal and these warm boots?

She put down the spoon, looked at Nelson, and said seriously, “Fantastic animals are not only because they are magical, but also because they are fundamentally different from ordinary animals. Our family has lived by raising magical animals before. If you are interested, I I’ll introduce you one by one... I’ll tell you, your daughter should also receive relevant education at the Ivamo Nimo...Ivamo Ni school."

　　 "Is that so?" Nelson said with joy, "That would be great, but let's eat full before that! By the way, I haven't had time to ask your name yet."

　　 "Jokunda," Jokunda said with a smile, "Mr. Boat, my name is Jokunda Sykes."

　　 She and Nelson looked at each other and smiled. The smiles of a person with a secret and a person with a ghost in the air met, and they seemed extremely warm.

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