My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight entered the cabin, Jokunda woke up in her sleep, whispering in her sleep. She put on a thin single coat, and walked to the sofa beside Nelson, who was asleep. He slept with his clothes, covered with an old blanket that had fallen for most of his body, and the snoring noise made the wooden house tremble. Strangely, even though his voice was very harsh, Qiao Kunda slept with great peace of mind. The last time she fell asleep like this was when she was at Hogwarts, one night she sneaked into the kitchen to find something to eat, and she fell asleep on the small wooden table in the kitchen without knowing it.

"Mr. Ship is really a good and reliable man..."

Jokunda squatted in front of the sofa, cupped his face with both hands, and stared at Nelson's shaggy chin. Nelson was holding the pipe before going to bed. Jokunda gently took off the pipe and placed it carefully on the table.

The steel was lying on Nelson’s face, falling asleep, a huge snot bubble danglingly hung on its face, reflecting Jokunda’s regained face, she looked into the reflection. My own, maybe because the vegetable soup last night was too healthy, her wheat-colored skin regained its luster, and the youthful color of the girl returned to her face. Those sorrows and exhaustion were swept away by the warm bed, and she was silent. He smiled, picked up a piece of broken pine wood scattered on the floor, and used the little magic power he had just recovered to turn it into a simple comb, and used the snot bubble of steel as a mirror. After many days, hit it. Take care of your appearance.

The snow fell all night in the lake area, and the rising sun sprinkled warmth on the snow. There was a line of small plum blossom-like footprints outside the window. I don't know what cute creatures have visited here at night.

After a good night’s sleep, Qiao Kunda no longer felt the snow glare. Instead, she wanted to rush into the snowdrift and roll around wantonly.

"Mr. Boat will be very cold when washing clothes."

She just thought about it, and quickly dismissed the idea, grabbed the hair roots, and slid the intertwined hair. The long hair that was originally waist-length spread out like a waterfall on the ground, and her single clothes slipped from her shoulders. Qiao Kunda's tight waistcoat and slender arms were exposed, and the girl's healthy skin shone with crystal color, like a peeled cocoa fruit, radiant.

Sniff rolled over, the nasal bubble burst, and Nelson's snoring stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes in a daze, rubbing his sore neck, and opened his eyes. The eye was Jokun holding a comb. Up.

He was taken aback, and a somersault turned over to the back of the sofa. Qiao Kunda was stunned for a moment, then he covered his mouth and chuckled.

"What are you doing without going to bed early in the morning?" After a while, Nelson leaned on the back of the sofa and got up. He gave Jokunda angrily. He looked awake and yawned. Said, "Go and boil a pot of water for Lao Tzu. I'm so thirsty that night..."

Suddenly, he seemed to have just realized it, rubbed his eyes, looked at Qiao Kunda, and said hurriedly, "Damn, I thought my daughter was still here, wait a moment, I'll go to boil the pot of water and get some maple. Sugar and tea leaves for you."

"I'll go!" Jokunda stood up abruptly and said briskly, "Just think of me as your daughter!"

"You can pull it down, having a daughter is enough for a headache!" Nelson said grimly, and the two looked at each other and laughed quickly.

"By the way, where did the comb come from?"

"I don't know, but I found it casually."

Qiao Kunda picked up the skirt, ran to the fireplace, picked up the firewood next to him, and was about to add it to the warm embers.

"Hey, what are you doing, chick," Nelson said, holding his forehead. "You will extinguish the sparks in the stove. First use the hay next to the fire, and then pick some fine dry wood with pine acorns, and finally —Damn it, cut hay, do you want to choke yourself to death?"

Under Nelson’s step-by-step guidance, Jokunda succeeded in lighting the fire despite her clumsy hands. Although she was blackened by the smoke and kept tearing in her eyes, she sat contentedly in front of the fire. The first time I saw Nelson was burning on the stool he was sitting on, I felt warm in my heart. Compared with the raging flames, this experience of setting off a fire made her feel more satisfied.

"Yes, my daughter is three and a half years old." Nelson yawned, took the sniff that had rolled under the sofa, put on his shoes, grabbed the coat hanging by the fireplace, and put it on him, "You Boil some water and wash your face first, it's as black as your snow... well, sniffing."

"Mr. Boat, I thought the hunters would go out to work before dawn." Jokunda caught fire, looked at Nelson's leaving back, and joked, "I didn't expect the hunters to be much more comfortable than I thought."

"At this point, the slaves in the factories to the south haven't started work. Why should I start?" Nelson rolled his eyes and put on his gloves.

"Isn't it said that the early bird has worms?" Qiao Kunda asked curiously. "Should hunters not be dispatched at this time to catch all their prey?"

"Good idea," Nelson buttoned on his fur hat and mocked crudely. "Do you guess the bugs know this truth?"

"Uh…"

"Miss, you are talking about the kind of Indians who wield their long hair from morning to night. It is now in the 20th century. We have many convenient traps..." Nelson had already opened the door and walked out, the wooden door creaking. Turning back crunching, the boots made the same sound when they stepped on the snow, and his words floated quietly from outside the door, "There is a towel at the end of the bed, you can make do with it."

Qiao Kunda nodded silently, brought in the kettle, and filled it with a small bowl.

When the lid of the pot started hitting the body of the pot with a sharp sound of steam, Jokunda, wearing the steam, was sitting on the sofa, holding Sniffer to his eyes, and touching his belly.

After a while, an old gold coin fell out of his belly, bounced on the floor, and rolled under the bed.

"Squeak..."

Gang Ju covered his face with his small paws, and wanted to hide himself with classic skills.

However, Qiao Kunda did not blame it as he did in the past. He just hugged and sniffed, buried his face in its warm fur, and said softly: "Gang Ju, do you think Mr. Ship will be a bad person?"

"Squeak! (He is a hunter! And I am a poor sniff!

"You really think he is a good person, right!" Qiao Kunda said to himself, "My sister always told me that magical animals are dangerous, Muggles are dangerous, and uncultured vulgar people are dangerous. , But I still have you by my side. Mr. Ship also rescued me. You are much better than many people who look like dogs I have seen... I feel Mr. Ship is like my father. Do you remember Dad? ?Steel?"

"Squeak..."

Sniff scratched his head and hugged the owner's hair tightly with his paws.

"He's a Muggle, he's the kind of vulgar person my sister said, but he's the best person I've ever seen...oh, only for Dad," Jokunda muttered startledly, "but he even I don’t even know where my daughter went, just like I don’t know whose father died. My sister treats me as a child and doesn’t want to tell me. I fled to the same place?"

"Squeak! (He asked me to open my mouth to show him his teeth, snoring is so noisy!

"I don't even know how to repay him." Jokunda put Sniff on his knees and sat there staring at the fire. I dare not tell him that according to the American tradition, someone will soon erase his memory of his beloved daughter, not to mention that I can’t protect myself...what should I do?

Sniff didn't scream, but lay quietly in Qiao Kunda's arms.

"You mean... if he was a wizard, it would be fine?" Qiao Kunda's eyes gradually burst into light and murmured, "How did you know that my father left me this gift? But that is the secret my father left to me. , I can’t divulge it... but my father told me that he wanted me to be a happy person. Will this make me happy? Gang-Jing, can you tell me, OK?"

"Squeak?" Gang Jun pointed to his face, with a more dazed expression than Jokunda, and it yelled vigorously, "I didn't say anything! I really didn't say anything!"

"You're right, Gang Jun," said Qiao Kunda. "My sister doesn't recognize my father. I am the eldest daughter of the Sykes family. The power to decide these magics belongs to me... but I, I still don't know how No, should I..."

Although Qiao Kunda is an adult witch, under the protection of her father's ulterior motives and the bottomless protection of her sister, her mind is not much mature than that of the little wizards. Her personality is perverse, but equally sensitive and fragile. She can Unburdenedly choose a lucky student from the Hogwarts campus to distribute the Curly Winged Demon as a "gift", and she will feel sad for a Muggle who meets across the water. She has a simple and unique set of judgments on "good or bad" Standards, such a person is the most difficult to communicate, but in the short day and night she spent with Nelson, her thinking has changed drastically.

"Crunch—"

The door opened, and Nelson walked in with a small wooden basket that was slightly smaller than his size. There was also a pink bow tied with a ribbon on the wooden basket.

He walked to the fireplace, took out a small clay pot and an old paper bag from it, as well as a small bottle with ice, opened the lid of the kettle and looked at it, then added a bowl of cold water to it, and looked around. Xiang Qiao Kunda said, "I brought some maple syrup and tea, and a bottle of milk. You can drink it directly or make tea later. It tastes good."

"Mr. Boat, don't you drink?"

"Oh, I bought this for the little girl. She has not been willing to drink it. Fortunately, this year's ice period is short and it can be frozen, but it will break if you put it again. Drink it. Don't the British ladies like to drink milk tea? Nelson shrugged, "I... I can't drink that thing, how can I say it? Toffee intolerance?"

Qiao Kunda watched Nelson's botched performance, lowered his head and gave a hum, without making a sound.

"When there are no green vegetables, tea is a good choice." It didn't take long for the bottles to thaw. Nelson put them on the wooden table and pushed them in front of Jokunda. He happily pinched some broken tea leaves and threw them away. Into the bowl, he poured a bowl full of boiling water and said, "Otherwise it will be boring."

Qiao Kunda watched him use awkward methods to make milk tea for himself silently, feeling sour, speechless, holding back for a long time, and finally said, "What do we have for lunch?"

"You little girl, want to have lunch in the morning, what do you do at noon? Do you want dinner?" Nelson poured the ingredients into the empty kettle, shook it, carried it to the fireplace with the milk bottle, and licked the lid of the bottle surreptitiously. But I was still seen by the keen Qiao Kunda. Not only was her heart sore, but her eyes became astringent. After all this, Nelson continued, "Broth, vegetables and pumpkins. I heard about tropical places. Pumpkins are used to feed animals. I hope you don’t dislike them. This stuff is rare here."

…

From this day on, Jokunda’s body slowly recovered health and became fuller, and Nelson’s hunting trip alone pulling a sled has also increased her and the sniff lying in her arms, despite helping Not busy, but it also greatly eased the loneliness of the old hunter Nelson, and the continuous snowy days also cast a fairy-tale color on their figure.

Every time she encounters an animal, she will cherishly introduce Nelson a similar magical animal. According to her current violation of the "Secrecy Act", she can be sentenced to at least 15 years in Azkaban, but Jokunda no longer cares. Disregarded, on the contrary, he was reluctant to get up.

Nelson became less and less polite, and Jokunda also learned to talk back—they became more and more like a real father and daughter. Jokunda gradually became more attached to Nelson, but Nelson healed under her dull appearance. Fadi recognized the hollow heart of the doll shaped by Dr. Sykes-if it weren't, how could the figure of the old hunter invade her world so quickly?

Finally, one afternoon a few days later, Nelson smashed the ice cover of the lake, put down his fishing rod and lay down on the wicker chair that Jokunda was carrying, and Jokunda found a frozen rabbit by the lake. She leaped forward and hugged the rabbit. Although her face was red with cold and her body was wet with snow, she still happily held the rabbit and ran to Nelson's side.

"Mr. Ship! Mr. Ship! Look what I caught!"

"Um."

Nelson lifted his eyelids and glanced, and sighed in his heart. In fact, his hostility towards Jokunda from the beginning to the end was only on the Curly Wing Demon. At this moment, he was so happy to see her for a rabbit in such a desperate appearance. The gratitude of the grievances is gratified, and at the same time there is a trace of pity in his life—Jokunda was used by Dr. Sykes as a tool to resurrect his wife, by his sister as a burden to trouble, and by Dumbledore and Aberforth as Hogwar I’m fooled by myself at this moment. Nelson’s journey of "revenge" is as soft as a punch on cotton. Qiao Kunda was originally an empty man without self, and he worked so hard to follow Grindelwald's stolen acting skills are like glaring at the blind man. What sense of accomplishment can you get angry with her?

He took his gaze from the rabbit and Joe Kunda, who was indistinguishable from that rabbit, and said flatly, "Your dinner can be changed."

Jokunda stood there for a long time. When Nelson bit a fish, she held the rabbit and walked silently to Nelson, watching his pulling rod take up the line, and sat cross-legged on the snow next to him. The rabbit fell from her. Freed from her arms, Sa Huan ran to the ice.

"What's the matter?" Nelson asked, seeing the gray rabbit rushing out from the corner of his eye, "you have to lift your ears."

Qiao Kunda did not speak, UU read www. uukanshu.com waited until Nelson put the fish in the basket, she said softly:

"Mr. Ship, do you believe in magic?"

"What?" Nelson shook his head resistingly. "The bishop had been here before. Seeing that we were only adults here, he gave up his plan to set up a parish."

"It's not them," Jokunda suddenly turned her body, leaning her whole body on Nelson's shoulder, she took out the wand that hadn't been touched for a long time from her arms, raised it with a trembling hand, and pointed it at the ice. Whispered softly, "The rabbit is flying here."

Under Nelson's horrified eyes like a real Muggle, the gray rabbit, who was slipping on the ice, "swish", and flew into Jokunda's hands like a gray lightning. , The rabbit with its ears caught thumping its thighs constantly, trying to break free.

"This is magic, Mr. Boat," Jokunda put his arms around Nelson's trembling arms, pressed his weight up, biting his lip, and said, "I am a witch, and your daughter The same witch."

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