My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Penguin asked eagerly.

"Do what you want to do."

Nelson lightly tapped the top of the penguin's head with his magic wand, and the mayflies waiting around disappeared into the gaps in the shelves. "Apart from penguins, what else do you like?"

"I like……"

Penguin choked, and he couldn't tell what he liked for a while.

"I see that you look quite harmonious with the camera."

Nelson poked the camera hanging on the penguin's chest with his wand, and soon it melted into a piece of rapidly melting ice, dripped onto the wooden floor, slipped through the cracks, and disappeared without a trace. So he took out a bag that had been closed for a long time from his pocket, took out a delicate camera from it, and handed it to the penguin.

"This is……"

"It's called the 'desire camera,'" Nelson explained. "A person may not have ideals, but he must have desires. I haven't known what I want or like for a long time. Maybe you can use it to see, Think about your own answer."

The penguin fiddled with the camera, scratching the inscription on it with his hand. Nelson watched his behavior, and saw that the precise camera became a piece of parts under his hands, and the magic words hidden in the corners and even inside the parts emerged. , This scene is really shocking. Just by looking at the leopard, you can feel his extraordinary magic. What's even more outrageous is that these things are all developed by studying penguins.

Nelson even wanted to catch two exchanges.

"Wait, give me the film." Nelson thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and the next second, a half-used roll of film fell into his palm. He held the film in the palm of his hand, and stroked the center with his magic wand , The half roll of content fell into his hands, and then he handed the film back. At this moment, Penguin has reassembled the camera. The rune is restrained, but it can definitely run smoothly.

"My lord..." Penguin asked expectantly, "Can I take a photo of you?"

Nelson nodded, a flash of bright light flashed, and a picture slowly spit out from the top of the camera.

"This is--"

"This is a sock factory," Nelson said, glancing at the contents of the photo, nodding. "My dream is to be a sock tycoon."

"You are really different from others." Penguin complimented.

"Sorry, my previous memory is not very good," Nelson tapped his forehead with his knuckles, "I was attacked by a curled-winged demon for a long time before, so you—"

"My name is Penguin," Penguin replied excitedly. In his opinion, it is normal for an unknown person like himself not to be remembered. "You can also call me a reporter now."

"Reporter? Have you thought of what to do?"

"No, my lord, since I can't interfere with your plan, then I have nothing to do."

"You can do what you want, how you understand my ideas, you can accomplish it in your own way," Nelson chuckled, "I don't mind if someone misinterprets me, and I don't mind if someone makes their own decisions, as long as you Do what you want, for the greater—"

"For the sake of the greater you, I understand!" Penguin excitedly fished out a press card from his collar, "I got a card when I went to the Ministry of Magic before, from a pragmatic point of view, it might be worth throwing it away like this." It was a waste, and I thought maybe I could start a newspaper and give that stinking minister some space."

"Go on."

"My lord, you must have seen those reporters today. You may not know that Nobby Rich doesn't want them to report as he said," Penguin sneered. The last one was a boring person, but those boring purebloods-the British side seems to respect purebloods, they support them on the surface, but they are evil behind the scenes, since that Nobby Rich wants to inject new blood into this boring Ministry of Magic , and they started doing it.”

"oh?"

"They spoiled him, but they praised him in the newspapers, making him a person who loves vanity and loves power," Penguin's tone was full of ridicule, "He is about to be tortured crazy, and those people are killing him he."

"How did you know?"

"Legiliency, my lord, when I was bored, I used to chat with penguins like this," the penguins clapped their hands like penguins, "He needs help too, and it's too easy to grasp other people's sights, especially those who are boring. People who can only read newspapers."

"interesting."

"I'm going to start a newspaper. Do you have a name for it?"

"That's your own business, go ahead," Nelson waved his hand lightly, "let me see what you can do."

"To make a boring guy unhappy, I have to play the naysayer."

The penguin's body twisted and disappeared in place.

"This guy, isn't the gridded anti-apparition spell making it impossible for him to move?"

Nelson shook his head.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

I don't know when Tom, who changed his clothes, came out from the back of the shop, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in one hand, and holding a watering can filled with green liquid in the other hand.

Nelson squinted at the watering can in Tom's hand, and a strong smell of spices hit his face.

"Thyme extract?" he asked with a smile. "You cook in the basement?"

"The matter is settled?" Tom's voice shifted from behind the handkerchief. He put the watering can down on the shelf beside him, raised his wand, and used his magic power to draw a clean handkerchief and float it in front of Nelson.

"Well, he's a talented young man." Nelson smiled and reached for it, but the handkerchief turned in the air and flew back, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's not safe enough." Tom shook his head, picked up the watering can on the side, sprayed the handkerchief green, and manipulated it to float towards Nelson again, "Young boy, from the tone of your voice, I thought you were better than today's Shafiq Even older."

"It's okay, I'm actually two hundred and thirty-five years old this year," Nelson nodded, took the handkerchief, smelled the scent of thyme on it, and covered his mouth and nose with it like Tom did, "What is this for?" of?"

"You stand back." Tom waved his hand, and Nelson flew up smoothly with the chair he was sitting on, and slowly backed away until he touched the door, and then landed lightly. Tom stepped forward quickly and stood beside Nelson, "be prepared."

"What?"

But Tom's raised wand has answered this question perfectly, and Nelson instantly understood why Tom changed clothes. Several people bound by familiar yellow chains slowly floated through the small door that Tom walked out of in the depths of the store. Suddenly, there was a stench of 20 years of survival in the wilderness. These people seemed to have been fermenting in the basement for a long time. The smell passed through the thyme-scented handkerchief, like an altar of pickles sprinkled with cumin. Twenty years later, he will see the light of day again.

"Hey!"

Nelson, who smelled the smell, jumped up from the chair as if his tail had been stepped on, and raised his hand to cast an obstacle spell. The spell of the emergency was not very delicately controlled, and an air cannon as thick as a tree trunk It shot out, and the wind brought it overturned the shelves in the store, and the bottles and cans were scattered all over the floor. Just when the curse was about to touch the person in front, Nelson came back to his senses, and raised his left hand like a left and right hand. Like fighting each other, a barrier appeared above the man's head.

Tom watched all this speechlessly. The barrier spell hit the Iron Armor Curse, but the hastily pushed barrier was not as powerful as the barrier spell under panic. It was quickly crushed, but it effectively prevented the wizard from being killed by a magic spell. He was killed by the curse, but the aftermath of the Obstacle Curse still affected him. He flew out backwards like being hit head-on by a dump truck, hit the people behind him, and flew back into the basement like a sandbag.

"Tom," taught Nelson, who was still in shock, "Even in war, we must pay attention to the bottom line. Under normal circumstances, we should not use biological and chemical weapons."

"What are you talking about?" Tom shook his head helplessly, "I managed to get them up lightly, but you just broke the smell off them."

"What smell? Who are they?"

"Thief." Tom spread his hand and waved his wand vigorously. All the openable windows in the store opened, and the strong wind pressure tried to expel these terrible smells. "The thief caught by you."

"The thief I caught?"

"Did you forget? Yes, you must have forgotten, even I forgot," Tom smashed the watering can in his hand on the ground, pointed at the puddle of liquid on the ground with his wand, and the green mist filled the shop, "You The set of defensive magic set up captured all the people who invaded this store and threw them into the basement. You even prepared enough food and water in the basement after disarming them, but since you are so humanitarian Well, why not add a shower head to them?"

"Ouch..." Nelson remembered what was going on, and couldn't help laughing, but the movement of bending over caused one end of the handkerchief to curl up, and the smell immediately made him retch, "I think we need Bubble Curse."

As soon as the words fell, Tom, with "unhappy" written all over his face, waved a spell, and two bubbles appeared on the heads of the two. Nelson felt that his nose was numb, and he couldn't care about some expensive clothes. He ran Go to the small door at the back, raise your wand, and the bright light immediately illuminates the dark stairs.

A group of ragged, haggard wizards, like walking corpses, were firmly bound by golden chains and piled together like cargo.

Nelson thought in his heart that it was not good. The chain was obviously made of silver, and it could turn into this color. He didn't know how long these people had been imprisoned here.

The impediment spell just now can't be said to be completely useless, at least two people have opened their eyes, although they are numb, they have at least woken up.

"Didn't I give you a looking glass?" Nelson turned to Tom and asked.

"Isn't that thing broken? It's been spinning non-stop since the second day I put it on the table."

"That means your secret base has been invaded."

"Ah, is that so?" Tom shrugged. "Fortunately, they were all caught."

"What do you mean? Merlin's underpants... Maybe Merlin's underpants don't smell so bad?"

Nelson rolled his eyes. Although he knew that he was the bigger reason for this happening, as long as he was the first to win, he would not have to take responsibility. He raised his right hand to his ear, pressed his fingers, and the rack mayfly came out Flying out of the cracks in the stairs, they blinked and flew towards the piled up thieves.

It may be that the taste was too shocking, which made Nelson feel like facing thousands of troops. When he saw only three mayflies flying out, he realized that there were actually only three people in the seemingly large group.

There are also obvious differences between the two who opened their eyes. One has a cleaner face, looking at the mayfly with horror in his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes seem to be able to speak, filled with a strong desire to survive.

The other person was completely different. His face was so dark that no color could be seen, but his wooden eyes had completely lost the desire to survive.

As for the man hit by the Impeding Charm, he slept peacefully.

After a while, the three mayflies flashed steady red lights. Nelson turned his head and said thankfully, "Fortunately, they are still alive."

"I'd rather they were all dead." Tom was still a little unhappy, and kept spraying around the store with the watering can, thinking non-stop, "I originally thought that if I didn't get along in the future, I would stay here. Opening a small shop, now it seems that our signboard is stinky before it is erected, it stinks, it really stinks!"

"It's okay, just clean it up," Nelson shrugged, "When I was there before, the owner of the restaurant downstairs taught me several home magic tricks. Believe me, I already know them well. You can ask Zweig to knock down and rebuild this house, and then build an eighteen-story basement, how spacious it is!"

"Are you going to build hell?" Tom held his face with a toothache expression on his face, "What are we going to do with these guys?"

"What to do? Out of humanitarian care, wash them up!"

Ten minutes later, five people stood in the basement where the walls had been peeled off. Three people were hung on the wall. Nelson held two magic wands and poured water on the three people on the wall, just like a car wash many years later. Workers, while Tom huddled in a corner, manipulating the used dirty water and stuffing it all into a nondescript cabinet.

"What's that?" Nelson turned around and asked curiously.

"The Vanishing Cabinet." Nelson's house magic was still working, which made Tom look better. "I got it from Borgin Burke. When I was Chamberlain, this thing worked very well, as long as Make sure to seal it normally and don’t let things come out of it.”

"Honey... where does it lead?"

"I don't know." Thinking that there are others suffering the same as him, Tom's mood suddenly improved, and his expression became richer, "But who cares? After all, some people don't care whether their shop is clean or not."

"Let me see, what do you guys want to do?" Looking at the three thieves who were washed away by Nelson, Tom raised his wand and leaned over. money! Although I didn't put any money here..."

"It's a skill to be able to come in and tell the truth." Nelson stepped aside, "Ordinary thieves can't get in."

"I'm an adventure writer...not a thief..."

The cleanest is also the youngest man's lips, his throat is like an engine that hasn't been lubricated for a hundred years.

"Boom boom boom!"

Nelson and Tom turned their heads, and there was a knock at the gate.

"Tom! It's me!"

It's Dumbledore.