My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Looking at the penguin that disappeared in front of him, Nelson leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.

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At this time, Nobby Rich's speech spanning the rights of wizards and world peace has come to an end, and his voice is full of emotion, which is completely worthy of the position of Minister of Magic. Although there is no public audience, the textbook-like speech The process of apology-analysis-blaming-commitment can already make Nelson imagine how public opinion will be reversed after it is published in the newspaper tomorrow.

Although almost every reader of the magic newspaper is a wizard who has mastered magic, they, like Muggles, lack the ability to independently obtain information and analyze it, which makes most people feel like Blindfolded by posters, this means of mobilizing public opinion has been around the world since the birth of the orator in ancient Greece.

Nelson shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"Now, please warmly welcome our warriors, the heroes who protected our children..."

Applause accompanies Richner's grotesquely endless parallels.

Tom finally woke up from his dream of dozing off. As expected of a man who had been trained in History of Magic class, his sleeping posture was almost exactly the same as his sitting posture when he was awake, as if he had been listening carefully to the lecture just now.

...

"As I said, you are really good at finding things, especially people." Tom kept weighing the heavy Gallon in his hand, and admired Nelson's special talent, "I've been trying to modify that magic just now, but Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, you have already found it."

"I didn't look for him. He happened to be among those reporters." Nelson said helplessly, "He was just waiting for me there."

"This is the pinnacle of finding things," Tom thought deeply, and after tossing the Galleon bag for the twentieth time, he finally stuffed it into his pocket. "Isn't that how you found him? That and The man with the same name as me, anyway, now I feel that it is really not difficult for you to find a man among the millions of people in London, after all, he will come to you by himself."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, Tom, I've sent him to your secret base, and we'll find out later what's going on in this guy's mind."

"You mean the facade in Diagon Alley?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "I remember you put a lot of interesting trinkets there, and I didn't even dare to go there easily."

"Don't worry, they will recognize the owner here, a simple spell of belonging," Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder, and the two walked into the elevator side by side, "If you go in, there are probably only a few alchemy dolls to help you Make tea, but the ashes in the teacup may have to be figured out by you.”

"I've always found this kind of stuff unreliable," Tom said, ""

"Visitor, Mr. Williams, hello," the indifferent female voice sounded again in the elevator, "Please inform the entourage, destination and reason for your visit."

"Tom Riddle," Nelson raised his head and said towards the top of the elevator, "I just came out of your minister's office, and I have to leave now."

"Destination, the eighth floor of the basement, the main hall," the female voice said after a pause, "I wish you a happy mood."

"Thank you, you finally changed the word."

"Thank you for your support and wish you a happy mood."

Nelson shrugged his shoulders and did not speak. A sense of falling quickly hit him. A few seconds later, with a "ding", the elevator door opened, and an empty hall came into view, except for a security check counter and a flight counter. Outside the fireplace of the road network, there is nothing here, just like the rough house.

"Gnar, to be honest, that Zweig's construction team only pays attention to practicality," Tom said, looking at the facade of the Ministry of Magic, "If possible, I suggest installing a fountain or sculpture or other scenery here."

"Or simply build a fountain sculpture and add more portraits to make it more lively. Now it looks like a department store that is on the verge of bankruptcy because it was built in the suburbs. Maybe you can donate one when you have money in the future."

"That makes sense," Tom nodded, "but I don't have any money."

"You have no money?"

Nelson just found this inconceivable. The two walked towards the fireplace, and Tom's sophistry sounded in the middle, "In fact, I feel anxious about my double poverty of wealth and spirit every day."

"I almost believed it, but I don't know if Slytherins believe it or not."

...

The two stepped out of the fireplace. Due to the closure of the Leaky Cauldron, they appeared at the back door of Lihen Bookstore. After cleaning the ashes from their bodies with magic spells, the two walked into the store.

"Are there students coming to sharpen their guns again?" An impatient shout came from behind the bookshelf. The owner seemed to be fighting with several fierce books. Notes, real questions, and exam syllabus, the title of the book is also easy to recognize. For example, the third grade Potions is called "I am Potions III". Fifteen Sickles can be recycled here, don’t think about sneaking around, I’m watching you! Ah!”

He seemed to be slapped by the book. Nelson and Tom approached the door holding back their smiles, and then heard the shopkeeper yelling, "Mail is still available! Why don't you guys choose mail order? Our owl on the day of the exam They will also come to pick up the goods, which is much more convenient! Also, why don’t you study hard, as soon as the exam is approaching, the business in our store will be better than the start of school!”

This "ow" was accompanied by a strong "cracking" sound, which was heart-wrenching.

"No, thank you," Nelson replied, laughing. "We just came from the Ministry. Let me borrow it."

"So it's from the Ministry. When are you going to finish Tom's shabby bar?"

"Soon, soon." Nelson and Tom walked to the door. He shook the wand in his hand, and a curse of imprisonment swirled and flew from the bookshelf to the shopkeeper.

"Oh! Thank you so much, I was caught by these broken books-oh, damn! Gorgon, you tied me with them!"

"Haha." Tom ran out of the bookstore with a smile, and said to Nelson at the door, "It's like going back to the time when I was buying books in the first grade, but the books at Lihen Bookstore were not so violent back then."

"There is a price to pay for mastering knowledge," Nelson raised his chin in the direction of the original pet store, "What should we buy next?"

"Pet, it's a pity that the shopkeeper was caught for smuggling magical animals," Tom curled his lips. "It's a pity for my bar-headed owl, whose temper is as violent as those books."

"We wouldn't know Nagini without it, would we?"

"Hmph, Nagini," Tom walked ahead with ease, "she has disappeared since she transformed back, and I haven't even seen her for a long time."

The two chatted and walked, and Nelson saw many magical items produced in Nurmengard in the critical shop window, and introduced them to Tom more familiarly than the shopkeepers.

Diagon Alley is not big. After avoiding an old witch selling vampire amulets, I finally came to the pet shop on the corner of the street. In stark contrast, Tom stepped aside and stood behind the door, arms dropped, staring warily at the street, his wand hidden in his sleeves.

"It's time to find someone to clean up."

Nelson took a deep breath and walked to the door. He didn't know what to do. After all, it has been a long time since the defensive magic mechanism was installed here.

He closed his eyes, and there was a humming sound like a dragonfly flapping its wings in the air. Then, he held his breath and pushed open the door of the store.

The unexpected crisis did not happen, the penguin sat upright on the chair facing the gate like a primary school student, sixteen mayflies surrounded him with wide-eyed eyes, a red beam shot out from the one-eye, tangent to the penguin's body , completely squashing all his room for action.

"My lord, you are here."

Penguin said with a smile, but even the simplest movement of his mouth deformed his facial muscles. A beam of red light that was close to his cheeks instantly cut his cheeks, and a straight bloodstain suddenly appeared. Seconds, accompanied by the scorching smell that filled the store, the scar was instantly sealed by high temperature, and the blood didn't even have time to flow out.

Even so, the penguin endured the pain and said, "My lord, your creation is really beautiful."

"Even if it cuts your face, do you think it's beautiful?"

"Just like emperor penguins, my lord, they are the biggest and fiercest penguins, they can even hurt me when I study," the penguins still have a smile on their faces, "but they change from yellow-orange to The pale yellow gradation of feathers is so beautiful, like a solar eclipse during polar day and the sun at polar night.”

"Sounds really good."

After confirming that the penguin's route was completely blocked, Nelson moved a chair and sat across from him.

"Wand."

"In my left pocket, the same place you like to keep your wand."

After saying this, there were a few more scars on the penguin's cheeks that had just been burned. Nelson waved his hand expressionlessly, and the mayflies controlling the penguin's head and chest scattered a little and gave him some Room to breathe and speak.

"The wand comes flying."

Nelson picked his fingers, raised his wand slightly, and a bright yellow wand flew out of the penguin's pocket with a "swish". What he said was true, even the angle of inserting the wand was exactly the same.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Nelson asked.

"I know, my lord, you want to catch me. I have to say that the anti-apparition spell you deployed in this small space is wonderful. The grid-shaped space can prolong the time for alchemy to set magic, and also It can make some self-righteous guys dare not act rashly," Penguin's left arm trembled, and Nelson saw a penetrating wound with a regular square incision, but he still smiled, "But you don't have to, if I understand wrong Against your will, I will punish myself."

"No," Nelson shook his head, "you seem to have completely misunderstood me."

"Complete...complete?" The smile on Penguin's face suddenly disappeared, and strong sadness filled his facial features.

"I thought about it, and I never seem to imply that you do all the things you did in London," Nelson said softly, crossing his legs, crossing his hands above his knees, leaning over his head, "I hope you can All it seems to be doing is studying penguins in Antarctica."

"But you have more important things to do, you need help!" Penguin eagerly poked his head forward, but was knocked back by the waiting mayfly in an instant. His head hit the back of the chair and fell powerlessly.

"Gnar, I found a few... thieves in the basement?" Tom, who had been standing on the sidelines, said suddenly, "I'll go down and have a look, I don't know when the thieves came in, don't starve them to death, then It's too bad luck."

"Well," Nelson nodded, "Do you remember the defensive spell in the basement?"

"Remember." Tom waved his hand and walked into the shop.

Nelson looked back at the penguin and asked, "Do you know why I sent you to the South Pole?"

"Because you want to protect me."

"Yeah, you've heard too many things you shouldn't have heard and seen too many things you shouldn't have seen. I may not care, but I can't guarantee that others don't. You are a smart person, but not a smart person. Dealing with people who think they are smart is not your forte," Nelson shrugged, "It turns out that you are at home in Antarctica, why did you come back?"

"Grindelwald summoned me, he said, you need my help."

"Do you really think I need help? Especially this way?"

"You... don't need it." Penguin nodded, shook his head again, as if in a state of confusion, his expression suddenly became terrified, full of self-blame, full of self-loathing, "I... I did what I hate the most I did what you hate the most."

"What do you hate the most? What do I hate the most?"

Nelson himself was a little curious about the answer to this question.

"You hate anyone making decisions for someone else."

"continue."

"You have taught us time and time again that each of us has the right to make our own choices," Penguin ignored the burning of the mayfly's beam, "but I interfered with your plan in my own way, and dragged you into trouble on my own initiative, God Oh! I did, I did this to you... I screwed up, I screwed up everything..."

The scorching lasers kept sweeping on Penguin's body, increasing the wounds and healing them quickly, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, immersed in the annoyance of self-abandonment.

"I'm glad you figured it out."

Nelson tapped the top of the penguin's head lightly with his wand, resting the tip of his wand on his forehead, and pushed him back out of the way of the mayfly.

"You could have done better."

An expression of expectation and regret appeared on Penguin's face.

"But it's not too late."