My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 397
"Oh, my dear sir! It's a pleasure to see you. I've been so disoriented by this annoying blizzard that I thought there was no one in the Lake District!"

After the crunch of leather boots on the snow, a greasy voice came from outside the cabin. Inside, Jokunda was nervously gripping his wand. She recognized the voice, a wizard who called himself Johnny, and his partner. Caught her twice in just a few days.

But she had long since lost the strength and energy to escape. During the tense escape journey, she was still able to grit her teeth and persevere, but lying in the warm bed, the energy that had been hanging had already been vented. Jokunda Pulling up the blanket to cover her head, the smell of rough-processed animal fur permeated the bed. She suppressed her fear and trembled, not daring to make a sound, nor did she dare to consider whether her ostrich behavior would Be seen at a glance.

The wand that accompanied her trembled with its master, infected with fear, and it was hard to imagine what spells such a wizard and such a wand could cast.

Jokunda pinned her last hope on the heavy hunter outside the house like a drowning man grabbing a hemp rope. She didn't even dare to sneak a peek at the window, and she didn't even dare to think of a strong man. Can Muggles rebel against wizards, until conversations start coming out of the window again.

"I don't have any money, and I don't need your U.S. knife music," the bald Nelson's gruff growl quickly came, "You have to figure out where you are now, and the south of the stake is where you need to collect taxes place!"

"Huh?" The oily male voice froze for a moment. He was silent for a moment and laughed loudly, "Sir, do you think we are American tax inspectors? Don't worry, we are not here to collect taxes, we are I came to look for someone, I heard that a beautiful girl appeared here recently, do you have any impression?"

"They are here to find me! Mr. Boat will definitely tell them!" Jokunda's heart skipped a beat in her throat, and the last fluke dissipated. She tiptoed off the quilt and stood barefoot on the cold wooden floor , slowly crawled under the bed, exhaustion, despair and weakness all over her head, thanks to the endless pursuit and pressure led by the penguin, at this moment Jokunda couldn't even release a simple apparition , "They... more than one person came, I'm going to die!"

"Damn, you used this excuse last year! I admit that I have been hiding the fact that I have a daughter, but our family has been paying poll tax for two, and I just don't bother to report it," Nelson yelled, even the roof All the snow was shaken by his roar, and fell down, "And why should I tell you? Where am I now? In the UK, you can't collect taxes from me!"

Chokunda, who huddled under the quilt and covered her mouth and sobbed, was stunned. This hunter Nelson not only took care of her, but also did not betray her whereabouts. As a stranger who met by chance, under his vulgar appearance was a warm and gentle heart. Her soul was in stark contrast to that student who looked gentle and elegant but looked like a devil. Dou Da's hot tears fell down her cheeks and onto the back of her hands, moisturizing her dry skin, and disappeared before they fell to the ground.

Thinking of what happened to her, Jokunda cried and laughed, but she still didn't dare to make any sound. She seemed to have returned to that seemingly peaceful morning, the morning when she was powerless holding the broomstick. what differences are there?Nelson's face gradually overlapped with the figure of her father in her impression. From her point of view, someone else was about to sacrifice for herself.

Jokunda lay limp in a large shape on the dusty floor, lacking a voice to vent, her expression was ferocious as if she was insane, and she twitched a few times from time to time, as if suffering from some kind of illness.

"What did you do to her?" In the pine forest not far from the hut, a witch with a straw in her mouth waved her hand and closed the water curtain in front of her. She turned her head in dissatisfaction and asked the wizard behind her. "My lord needs to get what's in her mind without any risk. If you make people into fools, don't you let everyone do it for nothing?"

"How is it possible?" The wizard who was sitting at the table behind him raised his head and replied dissatisfiedly, "I haven't treated my wife that well. If you want me to say, she just has too much drama and too little brain."

"I hope so," the witch snorted coldly, waved her wand, and reopened the water curtain, "I hope we don't hand over work in the Sahara Desert by this time next year."

"Do you think I want to?" The wizard behind him trembled and wrapped his leather jacket tightly, "You're talking like I'm those two clowns."

"Hmph," the witch shook her head, was silent for a moment, and then said suddenly, "I will write to your wife to explain this matter."

"?"

The wizard behind him raised his head and broke the quill in his hand.

"Crack!"

The visitor seemed to have accidentally stepped on a branch on the ground. He paced a few steps in the snow, laughing dryly. The wizards seemed to have never seen such a violent troublemaker, and they didn't know how to communicate for a while. .

"It seems that you have never seen a stranger before."

"Aren't you just strangers?" Nelson whimpered, "This bird doesn't shit... Oh no, who else would come to a place where only birds shit? I suggest you Walking to the southeast, there are a lot of capitalists sitting in their offices secretly brewing wine in the factory in Boston, and they can collect a lot of taxes."

"Uh... well, let's come again next time, it seems that you really think of us as—"

"I know, thieves don't leave empty space," Nelson interrupted impatiently, and said, "Let me tell you for the last time, I am now in the UK, and you will not be able to collect from me in the future. This is the tax for half a year last year." , Get the money and get out!"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of tinkling steel coins came from outside the house, which seemed to be the sound of counting money. Jokunda let go of his hanging heart, and the last bit of strength was exhausted. Unexpectedly, this Nelson would use such a strange way resolved the crisis.

Behind the hut, a wizard used a magic wand to control a pile of steel coins to bump into the sky like a circus show, making a crisp and pleasant sound, covering the conversation of the three people beside them in a low voice.

"Atmosphere, I need atmosphere." Nelson frowned and whispered to Johnny and Joseph, "For a successful play, the arrangement of the stage is equally important. The snow has stopped, and the sun will come out when I enter the house. It's going to snow until dinnertime at night, understand? I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning and everything will be white, preferably with fog—colorful, crystal-like white, you understand?"

"Ah, here," Johnny nodded ignorantly, "Colorful white, I understand... right."

"Master Wertning," Joseph asked, "to what extent do you want to go?"

"Her outrageous father cast a spell on her to silence her heart. Before his death, Jokunda Sykes was just a ridiculous puppet," Nelson said softly, "but the key information for me to track down the incident is Hidden on her, I need her to tell me all she knows, completely voluntarily."

"I understand, we will continue to find ways to consume her magic power."

"You don't need to worry about this." Nelson shook his head, took Jokunda's tattered package and the cage containing Niu Niu, who was sleeping, from the wizard at the side, and turned to leave.

Several wizards who co-starred stepped on the snow, and three rows of footprints of different shades were stepped on the snow, extending to the west.

"Honestly," Joseph said suddenly, "I feel that Lord Wertning is just looking for fun."

"What do you know?" Johnny glared at his partner contemptuously, and said, "No wonder you can only help people wash clothes in the center, Mr. Wertling's every move is as the penguin said, and there are sufficient reasons. "

With an expression of "I feel like you're lying to me but I have no proof" on his face, Joseph stared blankly at Johnny.

"Have you seen the picture of Dr. Sykes? It was in the old newspaper sent by Penguin last week," Johnny said confidently. "My lord ordered us to chase Jokunda, but we can't hurt her anyway. It's just to consume her spirit and magic power, so that he can take advantage of her when she is exhausted, the lord did not seduce her with a handsome and charming image of a hermit as we expected—"

"seduce?"

"Ah no, influence her," Johnny swallowed his mouth by mistake, glared fiercely at the subordinates who followed him, and continued, "He instead adopted the image that should appear most—a hunter who lives by hunting in the Great Lakes region. The old hunter, he even set himself a non-existent daughter. For Jokunda, who lost her parents since childhood, this kind of strong, generous and savage man is the easiest to be trusted by her, and she will not worry that he will become a beast. , why? Because he has a daughter!"

"Is that so...?"

"Look at the distorted face of the adult, how similar it is to Dr. Sykes, but if you look closely, you will find that it is fundamentally different. For Jokunda, if someone who is exactly the same as Dr. Sykes will be suspected, "Johnny sneered, "But a person who looks like a god can help her find the shadow of her father. If you ask me, within a week, she will call an adult Dad--for her, a reliable, Muggles, who can be easily subdued by magic, are the protection she needs most."

"You're right," Joseph nodded, then shook his head again, "but I still think the adults are just having fun."

"You'd better go back to the center to wash your clothes!"

……

"Damn it! Those sons of a bitch tax collectors!"

Bald-headed Nelson walked into the room cursing, closed the wooden door behind him forcefully, threw the package and cage on the sofa at the foot of the wall, walked to the fireplace, picked up the pipe that had fallen on the floor, knocked it hard on the fireplace, and said, "I've moved as far north as I can! Why are they still chasing me like a pack of hyenas smelling carrion? Is there anything else we can wring out of savages like us? Maybe they're going to take me, Squeeze out some water like washing clothes?"

He looked around in the room, but found no sign of Jokunda, and went around wonderingly, only to see Jokunda's exposed clothes under the bed.

"Huh? Why did you go there? Beware of being bitten by a mouse." Speaking of mice, his tone became irritable again. "These damn mice don't know how to live well every day, so they steal things to eat. What's the difference with those shameless guys!"

Jokunda slowly crawled out from under the bed, her hair was disheveled, her face was covered with dust, and she was washed out of the valleys by tears, which made Nelson, a tough man, take a step back. She smiled and shook her head, saying, " My amulet fell under the bed, so I wanted to come down and look for it, yes, come down and look for it."

"You are afraid of those people," Nelson said with a smile, looking at Jokunda who suddenly clenched his wand, "It seems that you are also scared by them, and you are scared to the bottom of the bed. They have come to you Do you check your taxes at home? They are simply hooligans and bandits! Some people in the family have to collect poll tax, no one has to collect military service vacancy tax, you have to collect church tax if you don’t drink alcohol, and you even have to be arrested for drinking!”

"It's like this, Mr. Boat, it's this group of people who are going to arrest me and sell me, so I had to run to the mountains to hide." Jokunda let out a long sigh of relief, thought of an excuse he thought was perfect, and nodded , said, "Can you give me a hand? I'm getting bored."

Nelson smiled happily and pulled her up. This is the result of fishing in troubled waters in the Muggle Studies class. If you really understand Muggle society, you will know how much the taxes that Nelson talked about Outrageous, the real "tax inspector" would not be so submissive, not to mention that although she was a little dark, it was also exposed to the sun, and American slave owners would not sell such slaves.

"You stay here at ease," Nelson helped her to the bed, grabbed something from the table and stuffed it into the pipe, lit it with the fire, put the pipe into his mouth, and took a deep breath, " Anyway, my daughter is not here, if only you woke up earlier, I have always wanted to raise her into a British lady."

"Is it your daughter who saved me?"

"Yes," Nelson exhaled a fine and straight column of smoke, and the smoke soon permeated the room. Jokunda smelled the smell of the smoke, which was different from any tobacco smell she had ever smelled. Peace of mind - Nelson doesn't smoke, the milky white smoke is just a mist, in the world of the soul, Jokunda is slowly approaching him, "She was taken by a teacher from a Laoshizi school a few days ago I'm gone, I never thought that a person like me who can't read a single word can raise a literate daughter!"

"School?" Jokunda asked with concern, "Aren't you afraid that she will be taken away by human traffickers?"

"No way," Nelson frowned, thinking, "That Ilvermorny school sounds quite formal, and that female professor also looks like a nice person."

His expression became strange, he tapped his head hard, and said, "Damn, I forgot what she and I said, but it sounds like that."

"Ilvermorni?" Jokunda raised her eyebrows. This is actually the father of a witch, but after all, he is just a Muggle, kept in the dark, completely ignorant of the truth of the world, and she even suddenly thought of her father Telling her about the method of making Muggles have magic powers, although this kind of mercy was only short-lived, it also meant that her heart was loosened in less than an hour.

"What? Do you know this place?" Nelson smiled and smoked his pipe, and the mist filled the cabin. "How does it compare to Harvard?"

"It's a good place." Jokunda nodded, and Nelson's non-stop laughing when he mentioned his daughter reminded her of his father again, "Your daughter will be very successful."

(End of this chapter)