My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Huh, it's really cold."

Tom walked down the gangway slowly, took his hands out of his pockets, held them to his mouth, exhaled a mouthful of hot air, and rubbed them gently.

Behind him, an intern on board in a sailor suit was struggling to carry a box and moved down step by step. Tom turned his head, glanced at the intern, and stretched out his hand.

"Give me the box, don't block the way of the people behind."

"Sir, I'm sorry, your suitcase is too heavy," the intern said intermittently with his sailor cap tilted to one side. He let out a puff of white air, and handed the suitcase over tremblingly. It's clear that the weather is very cold today. But he was flushed with heat, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just—"

"Okay, okay, we know." Nelson patted the intern on the shoulder, took the box from his hand, and carried it easily in his hand, "Sir, please excuse me."

"Oh, alright."

The intern clung to the railing of the gangway and leaned aside, staring blankly at Nelson walking briskly down carrying two boxes that he could barely lift.

"You should teach him to support himself."

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, took his suitcase from his hand, and the two walked side by side to the office building at the port.

"Isn't this in a hurry?" Nelson shrugged, "Besides, it's really embarrassing for ordinary people to carry it."

"That's true."

Tom put a lot of things in the box. His preparations for the first time across the ocean were a bit too extensive. In Nelson's words, "You can even live in a box."

Although it is still far from winter, Boston, which is near the sea, has felt the wetness brought by the monsoon early. It may be better to be closer to the inland, but this does not prevent Tom from fastening his buttons early.

He was wearing a coat of the same style as Nelson's, except that it was black in color. The two silver buttons were neatly arranged from the collar to the hem of the coat. Composed almost exclusively of black and white, against the background of the factory-lined city of Boston, it appears to be a black-and-white photo of the time.

The young man grew up very fast. Compared with the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, Tom has changed greatly. His young body has become strong, his head held high, and he exudes a convincing self-confidence. The silver necklace hangs quietly on the chest, more dazzling than the sun blocked by the cloud.

The heavy coat hung on his body, but he seemed to be getting thinner and thinner. His chiseled chin and eyes so deep that it was hard to look directly attracted countless eyes around him. The locals and passengers who had just disembarked were all guessing. What exactly is this young man who stands out from the crowd here for?

"Is this Boston?" Tom curled his lips, as if disappointed by the sight here. "It's really uncreative, with the same name, and it looks just as ugly."

"This place is also called New England. When the United States was a British colony, this is where the prisoners and missionaries first landed."

Nelson put the suitcase in his hand on the ground, raised the brim of his soft felt hat, and took out a rough-printed map of Boston from his pocket, but only he and Tom could see that a few red dots were flashing on the map.

Soft blond hair protruded from under the brim of the hat and was scattered casually. Unlike Tom's meticulously combed hairstyle, Nelson seemed to be a very easy-going person. His eyes were fixed on the map in his hand, and he drew on it casually A few lines.

Nelson was more frost-resistant than Tom. His brown coat was open to reveal a crewneck sweater over his shirt. A large curvy N added a touch of vitality to the otherwise formal dress. The hat was very old, just Like his leather boots with muddy soles, but the owner of the trilby had taken great care of it, and despite the fraying, it was still clean.

Tom glanced at Nelson's hat and suggested, "Let me buy you a new one."

"No," Nelson shook his head, "Dumbledore promised me that he would teach me some practical magic next semester."

"What? A spell that makes the hat brand new?" Tom joked, looking closer together.

"You guessed it right," Nelson nodded. "According to what he said, there is another spell, as long as you cast it on the mop and basin once, you won't have to mop the floor yourself for fifteen years."

"I suggest that he apply for a patent, and it will definitely sell for a lot of money." Tom calculated shrewdly, "Those who live alone must like this spell very much, such as my uncle."

If the conversation between them is heard by anyone present, they will think it is crazy talking, and some superstitious people will even report it to the church, but no one dares to approach them, even those who wandered around the pier The local snakes or the gangsters who make a living as tour guides dare not approach.

"Indeed." Nelson recalled the pig's nest-like wooden house, showing an expression of approval, "Let's take a taxi to the city center. It is said that someone will meet us there."

"Are you from the Magical Congress of America?" Tom asked curiously.

"I don't know, who knows who Professor Binns will ask for help," Nelson thought for a while, and said, "To be fair, I don't really expect a few ghosts who are as old as him to help, so that we will be distracted Let the witnessing Muggles not be scared to death—oh yes, in America, Muggles are called No-Majs."

"It doesn't sound like a good word." Tom frowned, "Especially this No-Maj, it sounds even worse."

"I don't really understand why a group of wizards who were almost wiped out by the Muggle epidemic are so confident, but now there may not be many indigenous wizards in the Magical Congress of America, just like Ilvermorny, Indians are actually only A very small part."

After all, Nelson picked up the suitcase and walked towards the opposite direction of the sea. Tom followed him. In the distance behind him, the intern who had climbed the stairs for a long time was looking at them dumbfounded.

"You said we'd run into Principal Dippett?" Tom asked. "He's been here to hug the Second Salem guys all the time?"

"Who knows? There has been no serious news about him for a long time, and there are only some gossip rumors. It is really hard for me to understand why he went to slay the dragon today and fell under the skirt of Grindelwald tomorrow. Will DeVoe wear a skirt, do the reporters really think he needs to seduce a former headmaster?"

"I don't find it strange what those people say." Tom shrugged. "By the way, do you have any reliable news about the Horcrux here?"

"I only know that it's in Salem. I have to say that there are some theories about where Hai Erbo chose to bury the Horcruxes. Each of them has some historical background," Nelson tucked the map under his arm, from another pocket He took out a letter and handed it to Tom, saying, "I am angry when I talk about this matter. Look, this is the intelligence capability of our Ministry of Magic officials."

"What's the matter?" Tom opened the letter paper curiously, and read softly, "Dear Mr. Nelson Wertling Williams..."

"More than two-thirds of the text are greeting me, expressing respect for my touching deeds of protecting Hogwarts, and welcoming me to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation," Nelson pointed to a small piece of the letter , "This is all the information, Salem, tourist city, no wizard contact point."

"Ah... is this the only thing they say about such an important place?" Tom asked with a complicated expression, "Is Second Salem's hiding ability so good?"

"It's not, Tom, they're just arrogant. Even if Moran of Second Salem almost wrung their child's head off, they would only say a tourist city—a lot of seemingly huge forces died in Arrogance. Andre had come here to rescue Barry, and even had a face-to-face meeting with Principal Dippet. Much more useful information." Nelson said, "Do you remember the alchemy shop owner we met in the hideout? The guy who sold me the camera in Hogsmeade."

"Remember, although he buys and sells by force, and I bought a lot of things I don't need, they are really good and cheap." Tom nodded, "Is there any problem?"

"He is a high-level cadre of Second Salem, or the former high-level cadre who was arrested," Nelson looked around, and whispered, "He has a clone-making ability similar to Karaktakus Burke. Ability, which is why we meet him all over the world, Andre suspects that he is the person in charge or the real implementer of Second Salem's plan to abduct wizard children, and I think that his special ability may be It has a close relationship with Hai Erbo."

"Oh?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "Bojin Burke's colleagues? Interesting, but Salem himself has been confirmed dead. What else can Salem find?"

"It's very difficult. According to the current intelligence, Salem has already emptied their family property for that attack. At present, only a few traitor wizards who have not received orthodox training are left. , and that guy who doesn't know the depth, he is at best similar to Borgin Bock, but because of Haierbo's death, the unowned magic power in his horcrux may be used by Daguerre, who has a relationship with him, and he may be solved It's going to take a lot of work," Nelson said, "and all we have to do is make it impossible for them to turn over."

"Unfortunately, I don't dislike Second Salem very much. Their appeal is normal, but it's just too weak," Tom said pitifully, "I wanted to go shopping there... By the way, that camera Will not have any problems?"

"I'm also a little unsure, but after dismantling it, I found that it seemed to be much older than his age," Nelson shook his head, "but I was still a little uneasy, so I gave it to Penguin, you know, that is A person who can study magic penguins and find flowers, I think with his temperament, he must be able to find something interesting."

"Well," Tom shook his fist, "I really don't understand, what the hell is the Magical Congress of America doing? Why can't they even solve a Second Salem who is almost all Muggles, and Dippet Principal, they are just like Sagan and Kant during the Triwizard Tournament, they are really useless."

"You be careful that Principal Dippet heard scolding you on the chocolate frog card."

"What's that? Did Principal Dippet have a picture? How do you know?"

"Coincidentally, I received an invitation next time, and I may become a character in the next round of chocolate frog pictures." Nelson twisted his shoulders and said in desperation, "I was not very interested in this kind of trading card game before, but now I thought it was pretty interesting, after all I was on Transfiguration Today—"

"Why don't I know?" Tom gave Nelson a shocked look. "No, I must have one."

"This is the opportunity, Tom." Nelson smiled. "Training against a strong enemy can also gain fame. Isn't this much better than regional militants?"

"I thought you were insinuating," Tom rolled Nelson's look, "but you're right."

He immediately became full of fighting spirit, wishing to have a fight with Haierbo's Horcrux on the spot.

"Let's go, let's get a ride, go to the bar marked with an asterisk on the map, there are people who can help us."

The two have already walked to the road outside the pier. There are many "drivers" waiting to solicit customers. Most of the "taxis" here are horse-drawn carts and rickshaws. In this age when the automobile industry is not yet complete, you can see All kinds of vehicles walk side by side on the road, and most of the tourists are black and yellow faces. Nelson shook his head reluctantly. In this young country that has not yet learned to whitewash the peace, the bad roots of human nature will always be exposed. Infinitely magnified and placed naked on the table.

"Two gentlemen."

A groom with a dirty face and no obvious appearance came up, rubbed his hands and asked, "Do you want a ride?"

"We chartered a car."

Nelson nodded, handed over a banknote, and explained the location. Tom and he got into the carriage. After a while, with the unique bumps of the dirt road, they started towards their destination.

Nelson secretly enchanted the cushions to make them less disgusting.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time for us to travel abroad together." Looking at the thick smoke billowing from the factory outside the window, Tom sighed, "It's not easy."

"Czech Republic, France, Albania." Nelson said with his eyes closed.

"Can that count?" Tom pouted, "It's much more comfortable this time."

The bumpy journey was slow and fast. In less than an hour, the carriage stopped slowly with the driver's shouts.

"Gentlemen, here we are."

The driver knocked on the car door, but there was no response from inside, so he had to open the door. Nelson and Tom were gone, only a change was placed on the seat. The driver shook his head in a daze, and picked up the money.

Nelson and Tom were standing a block away, frowning at the bar's sign.

"I knew it. When I saw the word bar, I had a bad feeling." Nelson showed a toothache expression. "Are all the bars in the world run by vampires?"

"Unbelievable."

Tom took a step forward and pushed open the wooden door. This remote bar was empty, and it seemed to be closed when it opened. He called inside and asked, "Is the boss there?"

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