My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 396 Uncle Gnar's Cabin

"you're awake."

Jokunda opened her eyes and jumped up from the bed. The thick fur slipped off her body, and a chill instantly enveloped her body. She lowered her head, her clothes went somewhere, a simple fur The waistcoat was wrapped around her body to maintain the temperature of her body. Jokunda quickly grabbed the blanket that had slid down to her waist to cover her exposed skin, and looked nervously in the direction of the sound.

A tall and strong man was sitting in front of the fireplace with his back to her, a pile of firewood arranged in a hilly shape was randomly placed beside him, the unique fragrance of pine wood permeated the room, making people drowsy, the man had no hair, and the back of his head There are several scars that seem to be scratched by animals. He is wearing an old sweater with thread ends everywhere, and a fur coat is piled casually on the stool beside him. The sweater has been washed and faded. On top of the pattern - a sun.

Seen from the back, the man was like a wall, or a bear, as if it would turn around at any moment and tear her into pieces on the ground.

"Don't worry, my daughter helped change your clothes," the man said without turning his head. "When I fished you out of the lake, you were covered in ice shards, and you were holding a snowball that looked like a carbon ball." Mink, you two are lucky, if I go fishing a few hours later, you will become real ice sculptures."

Jokunda felt a headache and tried hard to recall what happened just now. Her memory was broken at the moment of jumping into the lake, and there was nothing afterwards until she woke up in this hut in a daze.

Those demons... yes, the ones that chased themselves here from the east coast, they chased themselves, from the beach to the forest, from the forest to the town, to the wasteland, to the mountains, and finally to the open In the Great Lakes region of China, while no one was paying attention, Chokunda left the steel coin on the shore and plunged into the icy lake water by himself.

Black ferret?Could it be that the steel penny also jumped down together?Jokunda sighed, and from what the man in front of him said, he seemed to be a hunter here, and he fished himself out of Lake Ontario. Is that lake called Lake Ontario?Jokunda has no impression of it. To her, these lakes are as cold and as cold as what happened to her. They are simply the best graves for her hopeless self.

"I know some people like to push the envelope, but Lake Ontario is not suitable for winter swimming."

The man used the iron brazing in his hand to beat back and forth in the fireplace, throwing a few pieces of chopped firewood in from time to time. Like a sun set in a house.

Jokunda did not speak, she stared nervously at the surrounding environment, this is a hut made of thick pine logs, some scattered dried vegetables, abundant bacon, dead fish and a stick Shotguns, a few hunting knives, electric lights, clocks and other things can't be seen here at all, which makes Jokunda confused about the era he lives in. The window is white, and his clothes are hanging on the wall next to the hut. Blowing in the wind on the shelf.

"I thought I caught a big fish and could make a lot of money before the ice age, but I didn't expect it to be a mermaid." The man jokingly said, his rough voice and careless words revealed his rude and savage attitude. On the one hand, "you have to pay for your own rations, hey, you know? When you were in a coma a few days ago, I was afraid that you would wake up suddenly, and I didn't dare to eat green vegetables. This morning, the doctor on the other side of the lake came to help you Check, swear you'll be comatose for at least another week before I dare stew something good, and guess what?"

He stood up, the small wooden stool under his buttocks creaked, and there was a small pot on the fireplace, which was being heated by the fire through the hole dug. The man lifted the lid of the pot, and the sound of gurgling echoed in the room. He picked up the spoon on the side and stirred it, a scent filled the surroundings, Jokunda swallowed when he smelled it, the gurgling sound was much louder than the boiling soup.

When the man heard it, he was immediately happy. He sat back on the wooden chair, warmed his hands, and said with a smile: "You are lucky, the little girl. Although the doctor's level is not very good, he can't predict the time, but he also said that eating more carrots is right." How about you sickly fellow, you know? Carrots are precious!"

Jokunda smiled involuntarily, unaware that she had escaped from the tension of fleeing.

"Are you here to hunt? Let me tell you, it's better for your brother or father to come," the man said in a low-pitched English with a Siberian accent, "I put your prey in the stable, that kind of A baby ferret doesn't taste good at all, not to mention it's black and its fur isn't worth a penny."

It should be a steel coin. Muggles don't know how to sniff, and it is understandable to mistake it for a snow sculpture. Jokunda suddenly feels relieved, at least he is no longer those vicious wizards.

"Maybe you have come here like this before, but North America is extremely cold this year, and it snowed in September." The man turned around and looked at Jokunda who was sitting on the bed, tightly covering his chest with a blanket , "Little girl, didn't the adults in your family tell you? Hunting in snowy days requires at least two companions."

His face appeared in the eyes of Jokunda at a glance. The moment she saw this face, she was stunned. The round blue eyes were piercing, and the slightly mean aquiline nose was placed squarely in the center of her cheeks. The broad apple chin (double chin on the buttocks) gives people a sense of reassurance and weight, all of which are very similar to her father who only exists in memory. Jokunda stared blankly at the man's face, and his hands gradually disappeared. With strength, the blanket slipped off, and the man turned his head quickly. The stubble on his chin quickly brought Jokunda back to the present. Concerned in the reproach, Jokunda recognized the stranger as Dr. Sykes.

Even so, her attitude eased a lot, and she was not as tense as before.

Jokunda stroked the sheets under her body with her hands, the smooth fur was soft and warm, it was like heaven to her now.

"What's your name?"

Jokunda sat on the bed and finally spoke the first words in this hut. Her voice was hoarse as if a part of her throat had been cut.

"British? Drink some water. It's on the stove next to you. There's some tea from Boston in it," the man heard her accent and instantly recognized her origin, "from England Immigrants? Few British people wanted to come to this miserable place 100 years ago, but a few years ago when you were fighting there, many British gentlemen came and lived in the big villas in the south of the Lake District. Just left last year. What? Is the war over?"

He was very talkative, talking in a babbling manner all the time, and he seemed to be someone who lived in a deserted place all year round and had few opportunities to communicate with each other. Jokunda gradually regained his composure from the face that resembled his father in memory, and she shrank back. She shrank, her waist and hips pressed against the knitted pillow, her back leaned against the bedside cabinet, and she grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

"My grandmother is British. Speaking of which, she helped me to choose my name, although I have never seen her..." The man tilted his head, half of his face facing away from the fire was hidden in the darkness of the shadows , only those sparkling blue eyes reflected the brilliance of the snow outside the window, looking crystal clear, noticing the movement of Jokunda covering the blanket, he turned his head, the whole face became bright and clear again, and said with a smile, " My name is Nelson, do you know what is the special meaning of this name in your UK?"

The moment she heard the name Nelson, Jokunda's body trembled violently, her eyes widened, and she recalled the unbearable experience she had after landing in America. The wizards who played tricks on him actually obeyed the orders of the junior whom he had affected. Jokunda didn't know if he had hidden the news well, or because they just wanted to let him know... In short, for According to Chokunda, who lived in the open air and had never had a sip of hot water, Nelson's name has become a nightmare that makes people tremble when they hear it.

In front of her eyes appeared another figure of a ghostly man laughing at her—whenever Jokunda thought she had escaped from the sky, the man with the penguin doll on his waist would be waiting on the only way she had to pass , in a goofy gown, bowing to himself like a comedian, holding a silver cane.

"Meet you again, I still have to introduce myself, I'm Penguin," Penguin will always leave a few pieces of sour black bread like a reward to a beggar, and will also leave a magical animal ration that is [-] times more luxurious than black bread. Sniff, "This is a greeting from Lord Wertning, Miss Sykes. I hope you can appreciate the true meaning of life during this journey."

Penguin’s unchanging greetings have long been a nightmare for Jokunda every night. She once thought about fighting back, but she would always be knocked down by Penguin as easily as bullying a first-year freshman. Dawan's very humiliating spell-hanging her in the sky, in order to prevent Jokunda wearing a skirt from being exposed, he will also intimately lock Jokunda's skirt and legs together, this spell can be used every time It lasts exactly 15 minutes, long enough for the penguins to slowly and leisurely leave.

"I think Miss Jokunda's brain is a bit lacking in nutrients. I hope that with the nourishment of blood, you can come up with some more subtle escape routes," the penguin's taunts can always break through Jokunda's psychological defense just right, " In this way, I can write a more exciting report to please Lord Wertning.”

Jokunda also thought about turning around and surrendering herself, but there will always be wizards blocking her way behind her. She doesn't want to think about the mockery she will receive when she falls into the hands of those wizards. They even give her a chance to escape. Just to have fun!She also thought about dying, but the most ridiculous thing is this. She didn't have the courage to end her life. At the moment when she submerged in the cold lake water, when the lake water poured into the airpipe and her consciousness began to blur, her heart Still thinking about how to survive.

At this moment, the levee in Jokunda's eyes quickly collapsed when she recalled all the things in the past. She burst into tears, choked up silently, covered her cheeks with her hands holding the blanket, and her thin body was exposed to the air again.

The bald-headed Nelson quickly turned his head away, and said, "There is a coat that can be worn next to me. I used to wear it. You can make do with it first. I have asked my daughter to wash it."

Jokunda ignored him, but kept shrugging his shoulders, tears spilled from his hands, and fell onto the blanket drop by drop.

"Huh? Is this name unlucky?"

The man who called himself Nelson threw away the pipe he was holding and said angrily, "No wonder my father always said that he has a bad relationship with my grandmother, but why would he give me an unlucky name if the relationship between mother and child is bad?! I should Take the advice of my neighbor old Tom who drowned in a treasure hunt last year and change the name to Charity World Peace!"

He kept stomping on the ground, looking distraught and helpless at his late grandmother.

But at this moment, Jokunda quickly adjusted. She basically confirmed the fact that the man in front of her was a Muggle hunter, and the same name was just a coincidence of fate. In fact, this Muggle hunter was her best chance to avoid being hunted down, and she had more important things to do, so she couldn't fall down here.

Saved himself, and made tea for himself, this person is obviously not the style of those devils.

Grateful Jokunda lowered her head, grabbed the clothes next to the bed in the house, put them on her body, and silently apologized for her insincerity in her heart. Soon, she raised her head and said softly: "That is the name of a ship. , an elder of mine died in the shipwreck of that ship."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the man's gruff voice could not hear any apology, but he asked instead, "That must be a very big and imposing ship, right?"

"Yes, my elders are proud of that ship, na..." Jokunda, who was relaxed, started talking, but she really had a shadow of Nelson's name, so she asked timidly, "Sir, I May I call you Mr. Ship?"

"No problem, you can call it whatever you want," the bald Nelson said with a hearty smile, "It seems that the ship is very big."

"Have you seen my belongings?" Jokunda asked while the iron was hot, "There is a bag, and, and..."

"I put the storage for you," the bald Nelson stood up, walked to the small round table in the center of the wooden house, and picked up a dark stick. "And this is yours too, right? I thought you were You came to pick up firewood, but then your loot would be pitifully small. The material of this small wooden stick is rare here. When it was picked up, you were all wounded, but you still held on to it tightly. It should be important to you."

"Yes," Jokunda stared longingly at the small wooden stick, which was his wand, and her heart rose to her throat again, "it is very important to me, a souvenir, yes, a souvenir."

"The workmanship is not bad," the bald Nelson shrugged, and threw the wand over, "I have seen people who like wood, but they usually make wood into beads and string them on their wrists. It is a British custom to have a stick. Is it? I have to say, it's really strange."

Jokunda took the wand, settled down, and lay down on the bed.

"I'll help you get your stuff, and there's an egg, I haven't seen it before!"

After speaking, the bald Nelson pushed open the door and walked out of the hut against the fine wind and snow. Jokunda became a little nervous again when he heard the egg, but the door of the hut was closed again.

She noticed that the bald head dangled in the snow, and quickly disappeared. Behind the cabin, Nelson put his hands in his pockets, and whispered to the two standing there; moon."

The two black-robed wizards stood with their heads bowed, their expressions respectful.

"Give me that bag, damn it, why are me, Bao, and Jokunda always getting involved?" Nelson stomped his feet, "The snow needs to continue to fall, it will be heavier these days, and the lake will be frozen. Orion also needs to make compensation."

After the matter of the Home of Love came to an end, Nelson came to North America to personally guide the work, as the Penguin team expected.

(End of this chapter)