My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Minister Rich."

Nelson and Tom bowed slightly, saluting the person who represented the highest authority of the wizard.

"I'm so happy, I'm so happy. Seeing you makes me feel like I'm back when I was young. At that time, I was studying at Hogwarts like you. It's a pity that things are different. Now the headmaster is already Deng Xiaoping. Professor Bullido." Rich held the shoulders of the two and led them to the office, "I'm sorry, I'm just like this, I always like to recall the past."

But he was still young, but he was infected with the unique problems of those old and old guys.

It was really hard for Nelson to connect the Nobby Rich in front of him with the vigorous unknown who dared to publicly impeach the then Minister a few years ago. Although his face was still young, he had a potbellied figure and a raised chin However, his gait was already the same as that of those who wield power, but the power fell on him, but there was a sense of disobedience. When Judge Shafiq was not present, his eyes were always looking around, without A foothold, like a little boy who steals his father's clothes.

Nelson even felt that his ears were full of the legendary harassment gadflies, and Rich's undisguised emotions were pouring out into the air. Being independent, standing out from the crowd, and reaching a new level of stupidity, combined with the level of the previous minister, Nelson had to wonder whether the most important requirement for the Ministry of Magic to appoint a minister was stupid enough.

But Nobby Rich doesn’t seem to be a stupid person in my impression. On the contrary, in the first few years in Krakow, Nelson, who had a decent working attitude, often read the internal reference documents distributed by Nurmengard to various stations. Nobby Richie is certainly one of the wizarding leaders most in need of attention in the files.

Backed by the Shafik family and supported by the Wizengamot (the Wizengamot wizards who did not support Rich all resigned voluntarily because they could not bear the fact that Muggle-born wizards entered the Ministry of Magic), Nobby Rich The British Ministry of Magic, which was overwhelmed with officials and soldiers under the rule of the previous minister, has formulated many excellent policies even in Nelson's opinion. By opening the door of convenience, the Ministry of Magic attracted many outstanding wizards who were underappreciated due to their blood. It not only injected vitality into the decadent wizarding world, but also made the British magic that had disappeared for a long time. It was recognized as "the rotten among the rotten" The ministry became active in international affairs, and in the first two years, this too young minister quickly gained everyone's recognition with his own ability.

Even when Nelson completely lost his work attitude, cared about Hogwarts, and fled from Nurmengard, the internal reference documents still attached great importance to Nobby Rich.

But I don't know what happened, in just half a year, he suddenly became like this, as if he was a different person. The reason for this 180-degree change has not yet been figured out by Nelson, even though he was not in the past six months. Albania is at Hogwarts, and the news is blocked, but this is too fast, faster than a change of heart.

Although his mind has drifted to outer space, Nelson still maintains a sunny smile, and walks with Tom in compliments such as "You are not old", "You are a role model for the Hogwarts juniors" into the minister's office.

As soon as the door was opened, Nelson was blinded by a bright light comparable to an enhanced lighting spell.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the overwhelmed sound of the shutter came into his ears. He felt that Nobby's hand around his shoulder was getting stronger, so he raised his hand and waved towards the white front with a smile.

"Great, lad." Rich's voice sounded in his ear, "That's it, even if there is nothing in front of us, we have to pretend the road is smooth."

"Hahaha, everyone is welcome to the Triwizard Tournament prize distribution ceremony," Richie said in a loud voice, "I didn't expect everyone to be so concerned about the Triwizard Tournament, but everyone knows that we have been in trouble recently, so we have to keep everything simple." gone."

Even if Nelson was temporarily dazzled and couldn't see clearly, he could still imagine a thirty-year-old face with a forty-year-old belly and a fifty-year-old look from Rich's intonation. Pai, trying to make himself appear as respected as sixty years old.

"The minister takes the lead in thrift, it is the luck of the United Kingdom!"

"That's it!"

"My lord minister really attaches great importance to our warriors!"

"That's it!"

Nelson blinked, and the spotlight finally dissipated. He saw reporters filling half the office, and two Aurors standing at their desks. All the reporters here should have been arranged by Rich in advance.

He cheerfully put his arms around the two of them and walked to the reporter, first kept posing for them to take enough shots, and said loudly, "But don't worry, although the ceremony is simple, we will definitely reward the warriors. "

There was another wave of compliments full of water. Rich arranged Nelson and Tom to sit on the two wooden chairs in front of the reporter, smoothed out the wrinkles on their bodies, and sat back behind the desk. The prime minister was just a cigar short of a formal spiel.

Tom was interested at first, but when he realized that Rich was just reading tomorrow's headlines, he became sleepy.

When Nelson saw Richie nodded to himself with a smile, he thought he was implying that he should hurry up and go to bed. Anyway, with his back to the reporter, they might not be able to see it.

"Master Wertling."

Just when Nelson was about to close his eyes, a head suddenly protruded from behind him like a ghost, and said faintly, "Long time no see."

The voice sounded both familiar and unfamiliar. He thought about it seriously for a moment, and the memory was like the key to Pandora's box, opening the painful experience deep in Nelson's memory that he didn't want to recall.

"My lord, this is the construction situation today, you need to sign in person..."

"My lord, the third team dug an extra thirty feet when digging the foundation. I think this will affect the final effect of your design..."

"My lord, the Muggles you released today were captured by those Muggles again. This matter should have been taken care of by the fifth group..."

Unchanging tone, boring content, rigid and suffocating attitude, the content of this familiar report work hit Nelson like a ghost, and his soul seemed to be captured back to the deepest room in Krakow's basement. In the vault, the stacks of reports on penguins surrounded themselves like a maze - if a person's autobiography can be summed up in a hundred pages, then almost every penguin in the world has written about it. Books, biographies, not only that, but prequels, backsequels, origins, The Amazing Penguin, Days of Future Past, and so on—and the reports, they're collapsing, burying themselves in the middle, overwhelmed .

Nearly bouncing off his chair, Nelson turns his head in surprise and sees the young man behind him holding up a camera with a cute penguin pendant, but it makes Nelson shudder.

What's even more frightening is that even though Nelson made such a big move, everyone in the office didn't seem to notice him, no matter whether it was Nobby Rich who was talking behind the desk, or the penguins holding cameras around him. The reporter, and even Tom, who sat next to Nelson, were within reach.

Nelson looked around, trying to find out which cabinet Grindelwald was hiding in. Few people can achieve this level of interference perception. He suddenly remembered the magic that Grindelwald used at the Triwizard Tournament ball. Even if most of the people present are magic idiots, Tom will not be easily deceived, unless Grindelwald himself is here.

Nelson even looked under his stool, hoping to find a Grindelwald lying on his side there.

"My lord, you don't need to look for it," Penguin said humbly, "I really hope to find a chance to chat with you, they won't be able to hear our conversation."

"It's you?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, and began to look at the man who had been tormenting him in Krakow. "When did you become so... so powerful?"

"Thanks to your gift, my lord." Penguin's voice rose, with a hint of fanaticism in his voice.

"Did I teach you magic? How come I don't remember."

"You are always like this, giving silently and not expecting anything in return." Penguin supported Nelson's chair and said with a smile, "You sent me to the South Pole just to teach me?"

"?"

"Although I am so stupid that I haven't understood your theory on the relationship between magic and emotion, I have realized that when a person has a goal, he will be infinitely powerful." Penguin took his hand from the back of the chair Open, he bypassed the fellow reporters, clenched his fist, walked up to Nelson, clenched his right hand to his chest, and bowed deeply in front of Nelson, "My lord, you gave me what I want, No one has ever set foot in the field, and when I really started to study, I found that I didn't know anything about magic, about magical animals, about geography, about weather, about the ocean, about everything, but these were extremely difficult for me. Knowledge became so simple after I became interested, my lord, you have truly mastered the power to make people powerful, although this is not worth mentioning to you."

"Did I say that?" Nelson was startled by the nagging guy in front of him. He had actually noticed some penguins' paranoia in spirit, but he always eavesdropped on things he shouldn't, so out of protection He also protected his purpose and sent the penguin to the Antarctic. Although he considered whether the isolated environment would hurt his psychology, Nelson did not expect the penguin to deteriorate so quickly. He raised his head and asked, "By the way , aren't you supposed to be in Antarctica?"

"My lord, thanks to you, I'm back."

"Come back?" Nelson was speechless. "Shouldn't it be Krakow? Or Nurmengard."

"It's just my journey or residence. I'm used to serving you before, so I naturally want to return to you, isn't it?"

"..."

"My lord, I feel your test on me," Penguin suddenly raised his head and said with burning eyes, "Are you still satisfied with my performance?"

"Performance?" Nelson's heart tightened.

But he quickly adjusted, and took out the unscrupulous attitude that penguins are most familiar with in Krakow, propped his head on the arm on the armrest, leaned on the back of the chair, and said softly, "Tell me, how did you behave?" .”

"My lord, I have seen your and Lord Grindelwald's plan to show wizards the malice of Muggles and the power they possess, and alert them," Penguin said excitedly, "but this is not enough. For the so-called stable life, they I would rather take the initiative to forget everything I saw, and after a few days of chanting those slogans, I will be tired."

"So what did you do?"

"I aroused the anger in the hearts of those parading idiots," the penguin said in a deep voice, lowering its head, "You always teach us: 'The purpose of stupid people is to be played by smart people, but we are different, we have to guide them , they will eventually know the value of wisdom', so although they are too stupid to be worth mentioning, I am still willing to bring your guidance to them, my lord."

"When did I say that?"

"In Krakow, my lord, what you said when you released the prisoners of war captured by those Muggle troops for the fourteenth time, three months before the construction of the central center."

Nelson thought about it carefully, even though he almost forgot, he did say such a thing, but that time his original intention was to find an even more absurd reason for his absurd behavior of releasing the prisoners of war. He never thought that someone would make this statement Violence is the norm.

More and more memories came to my mind, Nelson had a cold war. When he was in Krakow, the image he showed to the outside world was moody, and he often said some outrageous things. They are all remembered by him... Then Nelson can hardly imagine what kind of person Penguin will become.

Practice has proved that for a wizard, strong enough emotions will make him powerful, but no one has ever tested what a pervert can become, but with this sensory interference, Nelson is enough to judge that the penguin in front of him is no longer the only one. A clerk who can make tea, but a dangerous person.

"Go on." He said softly, holding his breath.

"Those demonstrators can't make a difference, and there is a weak point in Diagon Alley, which is No. 1 Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron," Penguin said proudly. A witch who may have the same idea joined forces and provoked the battle. My lord, I have visited in the past few days. In London, there are already more than a thousand Muggles who know the existence of magic. Believe me, this number will be even higher many."

"..."

"But they still can't make a difference. The most ancient part of a power organization like the Ministry of Magic is that they will always recruit other elites." Penguin became more and more emotional, but he didn't seem to notice Nelson's hand supporting his head It has turned into a gradually clenched fist, "My lord, who is the most famous wizard in London and even the whole world now? When Lord Grindelwald spreads the water curtain all over the world, you are the hottest person! So I'm sorry Wasted a hair you handed me in your letter of evaluation report..."

"You..." Nelson said quietly.

"What's the matter, my lord?"

"It's like this, you go to a place and wait for me," Nelson narrowed his eyes, and handed a card to Penguin, "In Diagon Alley, there used to be a pet store, it's easy to find."