My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 266 The Man Who Embraces the Phantom
It will be years before McGonagall will untie her bun next time.

But at least this night, she danced happily.

Their dance steps are not complicated. In fact, this is just a simple dance popular among farmers in Caithness County, and it is also the dance steps that Mag has danced since he was a child.

Every Sunday, McGonagall's father, the respected Reverend Robert McGonagall, would take his daughter to the town closest to home. After presiding over the service in the dilapidated church in the center of the town, he He will take out his beloved accordion and play a song in the open space in front of the church.

This is also a rare rest time of the week for the devout believers who are busy with their livelihoods. They will light a bonfire and dance around the dance steps that Mag is very familiar with.

Old couples lean on each other, young people look for their sweethearts, and children seize the opportunity to escape from the constraints of their parents, running around the square like crazy, but they don't know that their parents are embracing each other and looking at their love. Crystallization, as if returning to the time when I was young.

Precocious McGonagall feels out of place in this simple, unchanging town, but she also cherishes these moments where she can let go of stress and enjoy leisure time with her father.

But as Xiaoge grew up day by day, she could hear the increasing pressure and anxiety in her father's accordion. As smart as she was, she would certainly understand that in the heart of her father, who has always been known for his piety and honesty, the witch about him The secret of his wife and the witch's daughter brought him so much pressure.

Looking at his father's increasingly haggard face and the gradually widening rift between his parents, McGonagall understood the difference between a wizard and a Muggle even when he didn't know anything about magic.

But she was still like the protagonist in every sad story about fate. On an afternoon as usual, sitting beside her father playing the accordion and feeling the breeze, she saw a hand reaching out to her.

She raised her head, and the boy in front of her was wearing a shirt and overalls, his leather shoes and trousers were covered with mud, and he had a sunny smile on his face, almost blowing away the haze that had accumulated in Mag's heart for years.

"Minerva, may I ask you to dance with me?"

Mag didn't know if the haze in her heart dissipated, but she knew that the moment the dark shadow saw the boy, it loosened a little.

"Dugal, after so many years, you are still so young."

In a trance, the music in the auditorium pulled Mag back from the blurred thoughts. She held his hand tightly, stared at his face, and murmured.

Hearing her voice, the man lowered his head and smiled brightly.

Even though she knew that the man who hugged her was not her ideal, Mag was still intoxicated by the touch of his embrace. I don't know if it was because of the sherry wine Nelson poured out, or because of the bitterness that had been suppressed in her heart for several years. love.

"Dugal, I'm sorry," Mag closed her eyes, put her ears on the chest of the person in front of her, felt the sound of running water from where the heartbeat should have been, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and merged into the In his body made of flowing water, "I love you."

The man's face still had the sunny smile at the beginning, but for some reason, this smile seemed a little bit bitter.

Before the end of the dance, Mag stopped suddenly, and the puppet-like man was almost tripped by her. Under Nelson's emergency operation not far away, the man maintained his balance and stood in front of Mag.

Just when Nelson was thinking about what to do next, McGonagall had already given him the answer-just let her Dougal stand in front of her.

McGonagall threw herself into Dougal's arms, weeping uncontrollably, but the band's louder music gently covered up her crying. From outsiders' perspective, this petite young teacher was throwing herself into her lover's arms and exchanging words. Tell my heart.

Mag's hand holding Dougal's chest was so emotional that it pierced his clothes and skin, but the blood did not flow out. He was still smiling, and the silent Mag felt his increasingly moist palm and Tears flowed down the cuffs that were soaked.

Growing up in the tragedy of her parents, she did not pursue that illusory love at the cost of hurting two people's life like her mother did. In the first year after leaving Hogwarts, in her year, she tasted the desperate love. The pain of falling in love and losing love, after several years, she still dare not go back to look at Du Geer, still dare not tell him what choice she made on that night when she left without saying goodbye, and how tormented she was in her heart , How much she loves him.

"Dougal, sorry, sorry, Dougal, Dougal, I love you..."

McGonagall, who had always been sane, was sobbing incoherently in Duggal's arms. She couldn't even control her magic power like those little wizards who didn't have a magic wand.

She hugged Dougal vigorously, wishing to rub him into her chest, her five senses gradually blurred, and her consciousness almost drifted back to the summer when she accepted the invitation to dance in front of the small church on the outskirts of Caithness County .

Finally, her magic power broke out uncontrollably, and the strong shock caused Duggle's body produced by Nelson's transfiguration to return to its most primitive form in an instant. The water ball wrapped in alcohol exploded and turned into a misty drizzle, floating Over the auditorium.

"Is there such a show?"

The wizards twisting their bodies on the dance floor felt the drizzle above their heads and sniffed the sourness and sweetness of the exclusive sherry wine mixed in the rain.

Mag froze in place, the coldness of the rain made her understand that she had already lost her former lover.

"She must love him very much..."

Just when Nelson was about to stand up to comfort Mag, the exhausted Myrtle in the chair beside her suddenly said in a weak tone.

Nelson turned his head, just in time to see Myrtle flashing a bright smile at him, and then she jumped off the chair and ran staggeringly in McGonagall's direction.

Meanwhile, Nelson notices that Hufflepuff's Sprout has run to McGonagall's side, and they seem to be very good friends.

Nelson yawned. It seemed that McGonagall didn't need to be comforted by a rough guy like himself. He pulled out his wand and waved it casually. body.

"It's really interesting magic," Tom turned to look at Nelson who was sitting aside, "It feels very practical."

Looking at Tom, whose eyes were full of "So where can I learn it?", Nelson shrugged helplessly, "This magic seems to be only known by the Wertling family."

"It doesn't matter, do you have the genealogy with you? You can write me next to your father now." Tom blinked and said frantically, "I have long thought that the surname Riddle is not pleasing to my eye."

"I don't think my father might want a brother," Nelson said after thinking for a while, "but he wouldn't mind having a grandson, but according to Wertling's naming rules, you need to change your name to an 'O' , how about O'Neill?"

"What kind of strange name? Shouldn't the 'O' start with Owen or Oscar?" Tom didn't mind Nelson making fun of himself, and said with a smile.

"I'm sorry to disturb your seniority discussion," an old but powerful voice jokingly intervened in their conversation. Nelson raised his head and saw a kind-looking old man crouching in front of them, wearing a quilt The suit was torn into tatters, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good man, Bob Bowie looked at Tom, "O'Neal Warrior, can you lend me this gentleman for a few minutes?"

After seeing the person coming, Tom stood up straight and helped Bob before Nelson. He always respected people with unique skills, especially when Bob presented Nelson and Myrtle tonight. After calling the perfect accompaniment, "Mr. Bowie, you were great tonight."

"You're great tonight, too," Bob blinked. "Mr. Riddle, if I had been half as handsome as you, I wouldn't have become a singer when I was dying."

It seemed that Tom didn't want to lend the gentleman beside him to Bob for a few minutes, and even wanted to drive the gentleman away and talk to Bob again.

Seeing this scene, Walburga seized the opportunity, jumped up from the chair, and appeared beside Tom in a teleportation, holding his arm, "Shall we go dance again? Tonight's first song hasn't come yet." It's over."

"It's the gentleman," quipped Bob, pointing at Nelson, "that he's awesome."

Before Tom could say anything more, he was dragged and grabbed by Walburga.

"Long time no see, Nelson."

After Tom left, Bob straightened up and sat down next to Nelson before he could be shocked.

He looked at Mag, who had calmed down at the entrance of the auditorium, and sighed, "Love is the most beautiful emotion in the world, but under the constraints of stereotypes, it can even become a poison that destroys a person."

"Minerva can't be destroyed, she's stronger than anyone thinks, or she wouldn't be a Gryffindor."

Nelson shook his head, retorted.

"But the tragedy of unrequited love will naturally leave scars on people." Bob changed a more comfortable posture, raised his hand to call for an empty chair, and put his feet on it with his legs crossed. "It's a pity. What's the difference between a lost life and a ruined life? What's the difference between losing ten points in Quidditch and losing three hundred points? Besides...a hat doesn't make or break our lives."

Bob suddenly said that one afternoon when Nelson first entered Hogwarts, by the Black Lake, what McGonagall had said.

Nelson turned his head and looked squarely at the wizard known for his music. After a while, he showed a playful smile, "Is this how you persuaded Queenie Goldstein back then? Mr. Grindelwald?"

"I didn't try to persuade her," Grindelwald, who was shown as Bob, spread his hands, refuting Nelson's accusations against himself, "You should ask the Magical Congress of America, how did they force a loving couple into that Pretty."

Nelson frowned and looked around.

"Look," Grindelwald raised his head, pointed to McGonagall, who had put his loose hair into a bun again, and said, "Even in England, this country that claims to treat Muggles equally, has brought a lot of trouble due to discrimination and prejudice. Tragedy happens to us all the time.”

"Perhaps you are right on this point."

Nelson had to admit that what Grindelwald said was a little bit reasonable. Compared with the Rappaport Law and the Secrecy Act, deeper grievances and gaps existed in people's hearts. In the final analysis, the source of these tragedies came from wizards and The objective differences and oppositions of Muggles.

"That's what I like about you, Nelson, you're reasonable." After that, he looked at Dumbledore who had changed his partner again in the middle of the dance floor, and smiled jokingly.

As if feeling something, Dumbledore turned his head and looked in Nelson's direction. Grindelwald raised his arm and greeted him with a smile.

Seeing that Nelson and Bob Bowie had a good conversation, Dumbledore smiled politely and went back to the rhythm of the dance.

"It's really interesting." Grindelwald, who put on the face of others, let go of the burden of being an idol, and said without limit, "It's really exciting to be sneaky like this."

"Mr. Grindelwald, the real Mr. Bob Bowie..." Nelson asked.

"Don't worry, Bob knows me very well," Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "You don't have to worry about his safety at all. In fact, Bob Bowie also found this very interesting."

"Why do you want to replace him as the leader of the band?"

"As we all know, I am a person who likes to join in the fun," Grindelwald smiled slyly on Bob's old face, "There is such a lively scene, why should I not come to see it? Fortunately, I came to the right place , I have to say that the dance between you and that little flower can be called the only one... If I hadn't come, your dance music wouldn't have been so exciting."

"It's really exciting." Nelson agreed.

"By the way, this is what you want." Grindelwald took out a small black ball similar to Nelson's small silver ball from his pocket, with the silver Deathly Hallows logo printed on it, "Don't say, this thing It's really useful."

Nelson took the ball, felt the cold and brutal breath coming from his hands, and shivered uncontrollably.

"However," Grindelwald changed the subject, "I thought you would be the hero of Hogwarts."

"Tom is much better than me in some ways."

"It doesn't matter, the stage will always be set up," Grindelwald first said something serious, and then asked imaginatively, "You said, if he died in this Triwizard Tournament, what would Dumbledore do? Mourning for him?"

"..."

"Oh! Sorry," Grindelwald stretched out his arms and patted Nelson's shoulder. "Don't worry, people who I asked this question are generally able to survive."

(End of this chapter)