My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Jonas Nicklaus is a saint no matter in terms of virtue or knowledge. We don't know whether his death was a loss to mankind or a gift from God to him..."

At noon on September 2nd, a small memorial service was being held in the church where Nelson often worshiped. Nelson sat in the front seat of the chapel and looked up at the black and white portrait of Jonas. This photo was from last Christmas. Nas couldn't take it at Nelson's request. This was the first and last photo Nelson took for his uncle. Jonas in the photo was smiling cramped, looking a little relieved, and more nervous.

"... Jonas is a humorous and charming man. He wrote in his second book: "It would be great if people could book their own funeral before they were alive. I hope the master of ceremonies or the priest Can use my death to tell a joke-on the one hand, I hope that my family and friends can stay away from sorrow and relax for a while from solemnity. On the other hand, if my death is stupid enough, I also hope that I can take this opportunity to alert the world. , Lest they repeat the same mistakes and reproduce my stupidity'..."

The priest spread out a bible on the stage and spoke a serious one. As soon as the voice fell, he smiled slightly. The guests in the audience also understood and laughed quietly. The atmosphere of grief was instantly dissipated. Bella, who was on Nelson's shoulder, also raised her head and smiled at her nephew.

"Then I'll tell a joke on his death." Father Crawford put down his cross in his hand and wiped his tears. "Jonas has been running for peace all his life. He has been running for peace countless times. Go deep into war-torn countries, deep into battlefields, deep into battlefields to explore the truth, and hope that his reports can alert the world, call for peace, and save those countries and people caught in war-but in the end he died in the hands of those he hoped to save ..."

The old priest’s **** accusations with laughter echoed between the high domes of the chapel. He was a friend of Jonas’s life. When Jonas and Bella first moved to London, he was the first in this neighborhood. For those who accept them, the UK is a country with a strong religious atmosphere. On Sundays, whether you believe in religion or not, it’s always good to sit in a church for a while, and Jonas’s talent is struggling to survive in this area like a refugee-like immigrant. The neighborhood seemed so different. Over time, Father Crawford got in touch with Jonas. After telling this not funny joke, he began to count Jonas’s life. Nelson knew it for the first time, all day long. The uncle, who was running around at night, did so many things.

　　 "Life will always attack us..."

The stained glass of the church depicts a picture of pigeons flying from the abyss to heaven. The sunlight is also dyed through the glass, and the light beams wrapped in myths hit the glass chandelier hanging on the roof of the church, constantly refracting the light. Imaged on the wall behind the priest, a painting that is completely opposite to that on stained glass is drawn-muddy falcons hit the muddy swamp in groups, and the flying white feathers of the pigeons are dyed red, making The headed falcon looked bruised and bloody. The falcon leaped onto Jonas’s shoulder and looked at the person outside the painting with him. Nelson blinked. He clearly saw Jonas turned his head and looked at himself. At a glance, he made a grimace and blinked his eyes. Nelson was immersed in his eyes and giggled until the sun moved laterally and the light-woven falcon flew away.

　　"...May you receive his grace when you return to the Lord. The Lord knows all your good deeds and mistakes. For good deeds, the loving father has rewards. It is inevitable that there are mistakes in human life, and the loving father will also forgive..."

　　 "Man was born from the mud and returned to the dust. I only hope that your soul can rest in heaven."

"Amen."

　　 The guests stood up, followed the priest bowed their heads and made a cross.

"Amen."

After a while, Father Crawford put down the cross and stepped down and walked towards Bella. Bella, wearing a plain black dress, stood up, took Nelson’s arm, and began to greet Jonas’ friends and colleagues, Cole. The wife walked in front of the two of them wearing black veil, gently hugged Nelson, and took Bella's hand.

Nelson couldn't bear this kind of atmosphere. He walked through the crowd and walked towards the door of the church. Nelson stood on the square outside the door of the church, with swarms of white pigeons cuddling, picking up the grains sown by the believers on the ground. A group of crows flew from the east and landed on the cross on the roof, pecking at the liver of the bound god.

　　 "Nelson, are you better?"

　　 Nelson looked aside, a tall man in a black velvet suit leaned on the Roman column next to the gate, and his squinted eyes looked at him through half-moon glasses.

"Mr. Aberfors? Thank you, I'm much better." Nelson approached him, leaned on another pillar, took out the lighter Aberforth gave him, and played with it boredly. He nodded, "You If there is magic in the world, will there be heaven?"

　　 "Nelson." He glanced at the silver tin box in Nelson's hand, and said solemnly, "You know, for a very clear-headed person, death is just another great adventure."

　　 "Huh?" Nelson raised his head and asked in surprise, "Professor Dumbledore?"

　　 "Yes, it's me." Dumbledore asked curiously, "How do you tell it's me?"

"That's what you said." Nelson put the lighter in his pocket. "Besides, Mr. Aberfors doesn't wear velvet clothes. He usually wears a sweater... Oh, yes, your business is done. ?"

"Not yet, I happened to be here to do something in London." Dumbledore moved his eyes to the pocket of his trousers and said, "I think listening to an adult repeating some clichés is the most fascinating thing at this time. People are getting bored, I think you may need the company of friends more, so..."

He took two steps forward and Tom, who was hiding behind the pillar, walked out slowly. He opened his mouth and seemed to be choking again. He didn't know what he wanted to say, just like a carp in a viewing pond vomiting bubbles in the early morning. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. After holding back for a long time, he slowly spit out two words, "Gnar..."

"It's okay, it's all over." Nelson stepped forward, but comforted Tom. He stretched out his hand to support Tom's shoulder and hugged him tightly. Tom slapped Nelson's back, closed his eyes and smiled. Said, "Great, Uncle Jonas will be very happy to see you like this."

　　 After a while, Nelson let go of Tom, grabbed his shoulders and laughed, "Where did you get the suit? How is it crumpled?"

　　 "I just bought it in London. It doesn't fit." Tom said with a grin. Seeing this scene, Dumbledore nodded, walked behind the pillar, and disappeared.

　　……

"How could this be?" After the police were sent away, Nelson frowned in the living room. Tomorrow Jonas and Bella’s relatives will arrive in London, but the other murderer has been slow to get arrested. According to the arrest, the police The murderer's confession was sent out, but it was empty, and the wanted warrant sent out was like a sinking ocean. Except for a few swindlers who wanted to fish in troubled waters, no one could provide any useful clues.

"Gnar, the police will definitely catch him." Bella covered her face and sat on the couch, leaning her elbows to her side, but the people there were no longer there, and she was like the police in London. On the sofa.

　　 "Nal." Tom, who was sitting aside, stood up, walked over to Nelson and whispered to him, "Go to the study, I have something to say."

　　 Nelson picked up Bella, poured her a cup of hot tea, and walked to the study side by side with Tom.

　　 "Are these the glasses that Uncle Jonas...worn before?" Tom closed the door of the study and pointed to the gold round glasses with cracked lenses on the left side of the desk.

　　 "Ah...yes." Nelson glanced at the glasses, turned his head quickly, and nodded, "These are the glasses he was wearing yesterday on the street... at that time."

"That's good. Gnar, I think the police in London are a bit too inefficient." Tom lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, "These Muggle law enforcers make me sick. They always complicate simple problems. To make complicated things into a mess."

　　 "After all, they are... just Muggles."

　　 "So." A ray of red light flashed in Tom's eyes, and he said word by word, "I don't think punishing the murderer can be done by others. We can act on our own."

　　 "The law...will judge them~www.readwn.com~ Nelson's tone became more and more shaken.

"Trial can be handed over to society, to law, and to order." For the murder of Jonas, who had given him a lot of care since childhood, his resentment was no less than Nelson. In the orphanage's lack of affection, Jonas was no less angry. For a long time, he played the role of the father of both of them. The first fist that Tom threw at the bully was taught to him by Jonas. If Nelson was not here, he might have found the murderer personally. Tortured him. Tom raised his head and glared at Nelson, while he was on the railroad, with a high tone, "Don't you want to catch him yourself? Would you let Uncle Jonas lie in the basement of the church and bid farewell tomorrow? Do you still trust at this time? Those Muggles, let the murderer get away with it?"

"I..." Nelson was speechless. His education and consciousness did not allow him to do these things, so he realized that even if this is another world, even if he is a **** among mortals when he wields his wand, he still It's a person in a cover. The palm of his hand resting on the corner of the table gripped and closed, and the joints creaked with force. After a long time, he finally yelled, "But... how should we find him? I only know how to transform, I— —"

"Small problem." The scarlet in Tom's eyes is more intense. He drew a magic wand from his backpack, pointed it at Jonas' glasses, and spoke slowly in an unpleasant tone that resembled a snake-like voice. ."

　　 A small gray translucent snake squeezed from the tip of the wand, leaped dexterously to the table, spit out the letter, touched the glasses, and then climbed up the table to the window sill and disappeared.

　　 "Gnar, you forgot to bring something." Tom drew another magic wand from his pocket, and the black fir tree reflected a faint light under the cold sunlight outside the window.