My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The Icarus was driving on the calm North Sea. The huge chimney emitted thick smoke mixed with white steam, drawing a line connecting the sea and the water. The propeller at the stern worked hard to make the stern sea surface. There were turbid ripples, some of which destroyed the scenery of the sea and the sky, but on the contrary, it also made the scenery more real.

On the second day of the voyage, the cruise ship had already left the UK and was traveling on the high seas of the North Sea. Today’s weather was good, and the sun above it was shining, but it held a degree that was enough to warm the tourists without burning their skin. Taking advantage of the good weather today, the boatmen and sailors put down the boats and carried out daily maintenance around the Icarus.

"Hey! You guys!" First Mate Jack, wearing a brand new uniform, stood on the deck with his head high, holding his baby pipe in his mouth, and yelling at the boatman who was holding the shell on the bottom of the boat. Nelson didn't even recognize it. The scallops are still oysters. Anyway, they are almost the same thing. Mate Jack held on to the handrail on the side of the ship and shouted, "Do you want to die?! They chew the paint every day, it's poisonous!"

"Chief mate, wait for something to be delivered to your room!" Jack, the waiter, is a trainee seaman on this ship. He forcefully broke off an oyster that was sucked on the waterline, and rinsed it in the sea with a small oyster. The screwdriver on the boat pried it open, and then swallowed it all round the sea. He smacked his lips happily and waved the empty shell in his hand at Mate Jack.

　　 "Choose the bigger one for me!" First Mate Jack said angrily while flicking soot on the armrest, and then retracted his head.

　　 He raised his head and saw Nelson who was standing by the window looking down, so he waved his arms and shouted, "Mr. Williams, aren't you going to dance? The deck is lively today!"

Nelson had already written the letters at noon, but when he put those letters into the envelope, he found that he didn't seem to have an owl. He dropped his pen and stood by the window with his head to breathe—have to say, despite the window It's big, but it's a porthole after all. The airtightness is very good. He has been through the weather for a while and it has no effect. He only saw the first officer on the deck waving his hand and shouting. He stretched out his finger to his nose. Seeing Mr. Jack nodded, he left the room and walked downstairs, passing by the restaurant with two glasses of orange juice.

When 　　 came to the deck, the sound of the world became clear. Compared with the silence in the cabin, the cries of seagulls, the yelling of gamblers, the whispering and whispering of lovers' ears and temples, all the noise in the world became more real.

　　 "Mate Jack, what can I do?" He walked to the ship's gunwale and handed over a glass of orange juice.

　　 "Dancing? I was calling you just now." First Mate Jack took the cup, took a sip, frowned and raised the cup to take a look, and asked, "Why drink this?"

　　 "Should you not drink this?" Nelson was also puzzled, "Isn't it said that seafarers will suffer from sepsis because they don't eat fresh fruit for a long time?"

"How many years are you in the old almanac!" First Mate Jack picked up the glass and drank it, then stuffed the glass into the arms of a sailor who was cleaning the deck with a large mop, smiling." You can’t know the power of the sea just by reading too many books. You can take a look at it on the boat. Our current seafarers don’t worry about those things... At this time, we should drink rum!"

　　 "I don't know how to drink." Nelson shook his head, dangling orange juice like red wine, smashing his mouth while drinking.

First Mate Jack was amused by his pretentious appearance. He patted Nelson on the back and pushed him to the most crowded place on the deck. He said, "Then you go to the young people's activities~ I didn't do it yesterday. The restaurant meets you."

　　 "I asked the restaurant to be delivered to the room." Nelson asked in confusion, "What?"

　　 "Dancing." First Mate Jack raised his eyebrows trivially, "A trip across the open sea, a pair of well-known young people, igniting the spark of love..."

　　 "You think too much, Mate Jack, I just..."

"Okay, okay," First Mate Jack pushed him into the crowd and introduced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. Williams in first class 309. He is from London. You must have a lot in common. Language."

　　 Nelson sat at the long table on the dance floor with a blank face, and the waiter next to him quickly set him up with new tableware.

"Mr. Williams, where are you going?" A young girl who had just come out of the dance floor leaned against the table and asked in a low voice. She seemed to have just performed a difficult dance, and her face looked red. , The well-groomed blonde sideburns are also scattered, her move out of the dance floor is extremely unique, it looks like the heroine in a princess-themed cartoon is wearing a long skirt up the stairs.

　　 "Poland." Nelson swallowed a cherry, concisely.

　　 "Oh?" The guy next to him was a little curious, "What can you do when you go to Poland? That place is not peaceful now."

　　 "I'm going to travel." Nelson took out the press card of Jonas he had been hanging around his neck from his neckline, and shook it at them. "I want to do an interview."

　　 "Wow! That's amazing, you look so young." The girl's face became even redder, and her original delicate appearance was so tossed, she looked like a red onion.

"Uh, don't look at me like this. I already got a Bachelor of Arts degree." Nelson raised his eyebrows, but he still couldn't learn the wretchedness of Chief Jack, so he opened his hands and said, "Actually I am a Nuclear physicist."

He just looked around, this group of people seems to be from a good family background, and they are not superficial, but they don’t seem to be engaged in scientific research. Sure enough, when he said this, no one came to talk to him about work or professionalism. Things.

　　 He chatted with the people around him one after another, telling a hilarious Soviet joke, and the girl who had just finished dancing smiled and raised him with crumbs.

　　 "Sorry, sorry." She apologized in panic, "I'll get the paper and wipe it for you."

　　 "It's okay, it's just dry bread." He stroked his hair casually, and began to tell the next Soviet joke.

He really didn’t want to go back to the room or step off the stage to dance. He had to keep telling the German jokes that the people like to see. When everyone was so weak in the dance and laughed that his mouth became dry, he got up and left, occupying the pool next to the pool. A sun lounger, I borrowed sunglasses from the waiter, and lay down to rest.

　　 After a while, the sun was setting, and a large circle of people surrounded the bow of the ship. Human instinct urged them to watch the fun.

　　 "Mr. Williams, look, it's a seagull."

Nelson raised his head and looked over the girl who evolved from red onions to the human-shaped girl. He looked at the white seagulls crowded with boat bow sculptures. He didn't know why these birds ran into such a deep inland sea, but now they look like they are. It was hard to find such a place to rest.

　　 The group of seagulls was a little anxious by the crowd. They were already thirsty and hungry, so they all became restless. Suddenly one of them found Nelson with breadcrumbs on his head, and a fierce boy brought his brothers forward.

　　 After a while, people hurriedly dragged out the messy-haired, unlovable Nelson from the flock of birds.

　　 "Sorry, Mr. Williams." The girl who turned into a red onion was sitting next to Nelson, covering her mouth.

　　 "It's okay, it's just dry bread." Nelson looked up at the sky blankly, as if the journey would not be peaceful anymore.

　　 "Brother, brother," a little kid ran over milkily, pounced beside Nelson, and said crisply, "Those pigeons like you so much!"

　　 "That's a seagull."

　　 "Brother, brother, those pigeons like you so much!"

　　 "That's a seagull."

　　 "Brother Brother..."

　　 "That's magic, you can't learn it."

　　 Nelson got up and walked towards the cabin, leaving the little kid standing far away crying.

　　 When Nelson had finished washing up and appeared in the small restaurant in the first class, he was greatly welcomed by the passengers on the same ship.

　　 "Let us welcome the warrior fighting the seagulls, the eagle strikes the sky-Mr. Williams!"

The guests around slapped their hands. They are all people who have seen the world, but they still talk about the afternoon scene~www.readwn.com~Mr. Williams," a bald young man on the opposite side Handed a plate of lettuce, smiled and said, "Your magic is great! "

　　 "You like it." Nelson took the plate feebly, forkped a vegetable leaf and placed it on his plate, leaning sideways to make room for the waiter who brought the steak.

"Speaking of magic, I have a man who knows magic. He said he is a wizard." The bald young man opposite was a talkative man. He handed out a business card, and Nelson took it. He was in London. Working in a mental hospital in the eastern suburbs, "Mr. Nelson, unlike you, he is a mental patient. He really thinks he has magic. He is the most stubborn patient I have ever seen."

　　 "What a stubborn method?" Nelson picked up the knife and carefully sliced ​​the meat. He raised his head and asked, "Are you the doctor with sixteen patients?"

"Ah, it's me, have you seen it on the dock? Don't worry, they won't be allowed to run out." The bald young man nodded and said, "I did a lot of tests on him, and the results showed that he did not recognize obstacle."

　　 "Oh?" Nelson listened in earnest.

"The problem is here. In fact, he doesn't have any magic power. He always says that his wand is missing, so he can't cast spells. This is obviously unreasonable, isn't it?" The bald young man talked freely, "He said he has Guarantor, he came to the UK to find that person, but we entrusted the police to search for a long time and we couldn't find it. There is no Godric Valley that he said."

　　 Nelson's hand holding the knife and fork froze. He cut a piece of cattle and put it in his mouth, while casually asking, "What's the name of his guarantor? The world is so small, maybe I still know it."

　　 "What is it called... Bathilda Bagshot?"