My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Aberforth?"

"I'm fine, hahaha." Aberforth raised his sleeve and wiped his tears, then grabbed Dumbledore's tablecloth and blew his nose, "I just choked."

Arianna stands behind Aberforth and looks at him distressedly, but she is the one who deserves to be loved the most. She ended her life at the most innocent age. The eyes of this supposedly unsophisticated girl are full of The complex emotions that should not belong to her.

"Her name is Mettle, do you know her?" Aberforth was curious about this girl who could win the favor of his younger sister. "Do you know which college she is from? By the way, her parents gave her a nickname, really. won't you be ridiculed by your classmates?"

"I think I know, sir." Nelson nodded, remembering the shivering girl in the Lihen bookstore, but she was weird in the owl room, "She is a student of Ravenclaw, and I One session."

"Oh? Looks like there will be Ravenclaw's Transfiguration class for the lower grades in the morning next Monday." Aberforth flipped through a piece of parchment that had been placed on the table as a shoe cushion before. It turned out that it was Dumbledore's class schedule , "Let's get back to business, let's talk about your camera."

He pointed to the camera that had been placed beside him, and his expression instantly became serious.

"I remember we talked about the Mirror of Erised on the train earlier, didn't you?" He grabbed the camera and rubbed the inscription on it, "You seem to know it well?"

"Yes, that's a magic mirror that can reflect the desires deep in people's hearts," Nelson nodded, "but it can only present vain fantasies, especially when the person looking in the mirror is addicted to it."

"That's right, Nelson." Aberforth picked up the camera and looked at Nelson through the aperture, "It seems that you understand it much better than Albus."

"What happened to Professor Dumbledore?"

"You may not believe it, but he brought that mirror home a few years ago, and he looks in the mirror every day, like a narcissistic queen in a fairy tale." Aberforth shrugged, "But no one Knowing what he saw in the mirror, I wish he saw Anna, but it doesn't look as good as I thought."

"I don't think anyone wants to expose their deepest desires to others." Nelson said casually. "Anyway, I am like this, and maybe you are too."

"No, I'm different. I can tell you with certainty that my desire is that Anna has not suffered from those sufferings since she was a child. We are still a warm family." Eyes fixed on Nelson's eyes, Nelson even had the thought of not being able to look directly at him for a moment, "Over the years, I have looked at that mirror countless times, and it is such a beautiful picture."

Nelson was at a loss for words, and Ariana also hid behind Aberforth and wiped away tears. The image of the man in front of her grew infinitely taller in Nelson's eyes. He was no longer his brother's brother, and even became a man not inferior to Albus Dumbledore. Giants.

"But your camera, tsk tsk." Aberforth suddenly withdrew from the atmosphere just now, picked up the camera again and pressed the button, and suddenly pressed the shutter to Nelson, "It's much more powerful than that mirror."

The strong light of the spotlight made Nelson's eyes pale. He squinted his eyes and raised his hands to cover his face. He felt something lightly hit his stomach again.

When the paleness in front of his eyes dissipated, there were two Aberforths, two Ariannas and afterimages of things in the office that filled his vision. Nelson blinked vigorously and saw the camera being thrown into his arms inside.

Aberforth stretched out his wand, a small wisp of silver-white mist escaped from the tip of the wand, and floated towards the camera in Nelson's arms. The photo was spit out slowly, with the back facing up, and it was still steaming. It didn't feel like developing film, but like a printer.

"Put away your photos, don't pick them up to look at them, be careful of what monitoring Albus has left in his office." Aberforth looked frivolously at the ceiling and bookshelves, as if he wanted to say hello to his brother who didn't exist. Seeing Nelson's playful expression, he quickly added, "I'm not trying to provoke your teacher-student relationship. In fact, he really did this kind of thing. When I was still studying at Hogwarts—"

Nelson put the picture away, carefully hiding it in his shirt pocket, and looked up to see a ball of paper thrown at Aberforth from the painting, interrupting his speech.

"Your camera can capture the desire in the lens." Aberforth lowered his voice, turned his head and glanced at the tightly closed window behind him, then leaned forward and pressed a photo along the table and pushed it in front of Nelson. He whispered, "As long as you press the shutter, it can put the naked heart of the person being photographed into the photo."

Nelson looked down and saw that the photo Aberforth had pushed was the one he had taken in the orphanage.

"Look at the adults in the photo." Aberforth guided Nelson's gaze, "The ladies in the middle should be the staff of the orphanage, look at the adults around, all of them are in suits and ties, but you Have you noticed that the styles of their clothes and jewelry are a bit too similar, and even their looks are almost the same."

Nelson nodded, and he also saw the clues. In the photo, the happy people were surrounded by gentlemen who were very similar in height, clothing and appearance. This kind of scene even looked a little scary.

"I thought it was their parents at first, but then I figured it out," Aberforth went on to say, "Since it is an orphanage, there is a high probability that these children have never seen their parents. I think it should be in the near future. Someone who looks like this, or who looks like this, has been there, maybe a gentleman who donates money, or a government official in charge of procurement. They long for such an elder to fill the vacancy in their hearts, so I imagined such a father."

Nelson hugged the photo and was fascinated by it—the serious and diligent Mrs. Cole put on a pink dress for herself in her heart; the helper girl from South Wales even tied up her long hair and put on the clothes of a diplomat; The group of noisy little devils all day and night are leaning on the arms of their parents; even Martha next door is wearing gorgeous and avant-garde dresses, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a measuring tape in her hand... Nelson Looking at this happy picture, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"That's fake, Nelson." Aberforth couldn't help but say.

"I know, sir." Nelson raised his head, still smiling uncontrollably, "but their yearning for a better life is true, isn't it?"

"After all—"

"Mr. Aberforth, I know." Nelson put the photo on the table, pointed to a person and said to him, "Mrs. Cole, the director of the orphanage, she dedicated her life to homelessness. She has a child who is almost retired and is not married, but I know that she likes to read romance novels the most; Miss Amanda, she came to London last year to find a job, because her oral English has repeatedly hit the wall, but I know that she is working hard to learn English every day. All kinds of people, including the children in the orphanage, ask for advice. She has always had a dream of being a diplomat in her heart; and these children, they may not see their parents, but this does not prevent them from being like this in the photo. Decent parents, their children don't need to be in orphanages - if they and society make an effort."

Aberforth was silent. He even felt that his worries just now were a bit ridiculous. He stretched out his fist and hit his forehead a few times. He shook his head and gave Nelson a satisfied smile. It still allowed me to find the sense of harvest of being a teacher."

"Since you understand the truth, then I'll make a long story short." Aberforth took the camera and put it on the table, picked up the wand and tapped it along its side, "The prototype appears immediately."

"The alchemy used in this camera is as advanced as the Mirror of Erised. I suggest you find a wizard who is proficient in alchemy to check it out for you. Magic items that can see through souls are always very dangerous." Abufu As Suggested to Nelson, he continued to touch the corners of the camera with his wand. With a "click", he smiled, "I found it."

The camera lens on the table retracted toward the fuselage, and the buckles on both sides snapped back like doors, wrapping the lens tightly, and the shutter button also retracted downward until it shrank into a pit.

"Hmm... it looks like a piece is missing, did you touch it?" Aberforth rubbed his chin, turned his wand and pointed it at the table, "It's back to normal!" A short metal rod grew out of the hole just now, and the fuselage The peeling black paint and cowhide on the top have also been restored, and it looks like a famous camera called "Shikumen".

As the paintwork and decorations were restored, a sentence adhering to the inscription also emerged:

"People always want life to be beautiful, but their desires always make them ugly."

"Tsk, how cynical." Aberforth smacked his lips.

Suddenly, an armored helmet came out of the fireplace and shouted like a ghost, "Brother, someone is here, it's time to drink medicine!"

He saw Nelson with his back turned to him again, and greeted him loudly, still acting like a ghost, "Next time, let's make two cups!"

"Can you knock on the door next time, be surprised!" Aberforth patted the table angrily, took out a star-shaped bottle from his pocket, walked to the cursing helmet and kicked it back to the fireplace , he unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, his face distorted and changed, "Hiss, is this the nose I broke? It makes me feel intoxicated every time!"

"Just sit there, we'll talk later." Aberforth, who has completely changed into Dumbledore's appearance, raised the small bottle in Nelson's hand, "Be sure to drink the drink you bring with you. , No one can guarantee that someone will poison you, this will be the first truth I teach you."