My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hey, that's much better!"

Grindelwald waved his shovel and sprinkled a handful of loess on a small hill standing abruptly in the wilderness. He lowered his head on the hill, overlooking the tents and flags of various countries, dropped the shovel, and waved and shouted, "Albus! It's your turn!"

This small hill presents a rough human shape, like a man leaning on the side of a bicycle looking into the distance.

His voice did not spread too far, and this casual behavior was not seen by anyone except Dumbledore. At the foot of the mountain, Dumbledore, who was negotiating with representatives from various countries, raised his head and looked at Grindelwald, who was having fun on the top of the mountain, shook his head helplessly.

"Sorry, excuse me."

Dumbledore put the hat he was holding on his chest on top of his head, and his figure disappeared, leaving a group of powerful wizards in place, looking at each other.

"What's wrong? Grindelwald."

"Shouldn't I be called Gellert at this time?" Grindelwald showed a sad expression, "I obviously didn't do anything, I didn't set fire to Manhattan, I didn't make any speeches, and I even gave you free Wouldn't it be nice to have a tent and a meal, Albus?"

"It's Boston, Gellert," said Dumbledore helplessly. "What is it? Nelson and Tom won't tell me either."

"Oh, this," Grindelwald said with a smile, just when he was about to annoy Dumbledore, "this is a sculpture. They want to build a statue here to commemorate the innocent victims, and to commemorate A major step forward for the wizarding world."

"Statue?" Dumbledore supported his chin, and the hill under his feet gradually overlapped with an old man in a postman's uniform. He nodded, "It's indeed very commemorative, but the progress you mentioned—"

"Have you forgotten? They are quite famous artists in the Muggle world," Grindelwald pouted, "but you should be more familiar with their stage names."

"Oh, that's all too familiar."

...

"What did he do?"

"Who knows? But Professor Dumbledore must have a reason for what he did," Nobby Rich raised his head, looked at the deserted mountain top and the scorching sun, and suggested to the wizards around him, "Why don't we move?" Let's continue to discuss the handling of the Jackson government in the chamber."

"That's exactly what I mean," Norton II, who was on crutches, nodded, and opened the curtain of the tent behind him. The flags of all nations were planted on the top of the tent. In fact, a similar meeting was held just a few weeks ago, and he stared at Minister Rich said softly, "But how to deal with them is ultimately our own business for the Magical Congress of America."

"Of course, sovereignty, sovereignty," Nobby Rich nodded with a smile, entered the tent first, and asked as he walked, "Are you also interested in the position of the speaker?"

"Not at all, I am the emperor ordered by my father... But Mr. Rich, I solemnly remind you that before the domestic political situation is stable, please do not contact other wizarding forces that do not represent the Magic Congress of the United States."

No emotion could be seen on Norton II's stern face. He raised his head and looked at the two people on the mountainside who were floating in the air on a silver metal plate, holding manuscripts and carving statues, and appeared at the conference table in the tent. next to the main seat.

"I didn't expect that it would be the Magical Congress of America that allowed us to meet twice in a short period of time," Norton II had just sat down in silence when he heard pungent and sarcastic words in his ears. The grumpy old man in the Woz Building who sprayed Speaker Jackson with fire, he is the representative of the German Ministry of Magic, August Guderian, "I remember the last time I did this was Grindelwald."

"Of course, Mr. Guderian, you must be very impressed. After all, you were singing and dancing to remove Grindelwald from our prison one second, and you have to ask us for support in the next second. What are you doing?"

"In order for us to help him catch Grindelwald again." The old witch who went together also took off her robe and sat on the chair beside Guderian, knocking on the table and said, "Of course, we didn't catch Grindelwald in the end, so we Now I have to wipe Jackson’s ass in the tent provided by Grindelwald under the supervision of Grindelwald’s wizards. The German Ministry of Magic, which was like waste back then, couldn’t see Grindelwald, and finally let him burn Paris with fire. Same!"

The representatives of various countries are no longer surprised by this scene. Almost every time before the start of an international wizarding conference, these two people will always come to such a segment, which is already a repertoire of wizarding politics.

"Mrs. Sagan, when the meeting is over, I can help you book a hotel to discuss your issues in detail," Norton II knocked on the bell on the table, interrupting the bickering between the two. He held his wand to his throat , with the help of the spell, a hoarse voice spread throughout the venue, "Our most urgent thing now is to reach a consensus on the Salem incident... sorry, the second Salem incident."

There was a burst of good-natured laughter in the venue.

"I suggest that you cancel this place name in the future to avoid the Third Salem incident," Minister Rich said with a smile, "I think everyone sitting here should have reached a consensus long ago, and we will help the United States solve the problem of Haierbo soul. subsequent effects of the device."

"The Horcrux has been destroyed!"

"But are those who were harmed by Horcruxes sacrificed in vain?"

Norton II stared at Nobby Rich as if he didn't know him. He knew that the young minister was Muggle-born, but he had never felt such a high level of awareness in previous intersections. He understood that Rich just wanted to make use of it. , taking advantage of the internal turmoil in the Magic Congress of the United States, to intervene in the internal affairs of the United States.

"The relevant responsible persons have already paid the price. For this reason, the wizarding society in the United States has been shut down for three days. As of today, countless vicious incidents have broken out."

"This is the place that needs our help the most!" Nobby Rich said righteously, but Norton II clearly saw that his eyes were already smiling.

"The current situation is very clear. Everyone here must have read the newspapers for the past three days, right? The report described the incident in more detail than the person involved personally experienced," Nobby Rich said with a "snap" Throwing a stack of newspapers on the table, he said proudly, "Two young wizards from England smashed the dirtiest official black magic den in the world and saved the people in deep misery. Before the tormented souls bid farewell, a three-day trial was held against their persecutors - more than a thousand people, and His Majesty Norton must be horrified by this number!"

"I am deeply sorry, but you don't need to deliberately emphasize the nationality of 'British'. Their righteous actions have nothing to do with you," Norton II said with a frown. The facts memorized, the problem now is that those sinners have paid the price for their actions, and the wizards in the United States are fully capable of solving internal problems. We only need to elect a new government and select qualified officials, and the disaster will only happen. Be labor pains, we don't need you pointing like Muggle colonists atop Woolworth House, we didn't invite you here to be a baton."

Except for the representatives of wizards from a few big countries, the representatives of other countries participating in the meeting watched their noses and noses, and turned a deaf ear to the gradually fierce quarrel. No matter what the final result was, they were just numbers among the number of participants.

"We have a suggestion." An Eastern wizard stood up and suggested, "Arguing is meaningless, why don't we write our respective proposals on paper and vote for a vote. Although we have completed the evacuation of overseas Chinese, we must not let America The land continues to rot like this."

"It should have been like this long ago!" Norton II thumped his cane heavily.

"It should have been like this a long time ago." Nobby Rich smiled and took out a stack of parchment that had been prepared and distributed it to everyone.

...

Norton II is really too tired. He has been acting as a prince in the name of the emperor, and he has been living a chic life with money and doing nothing in the position of director of the International Affairs Department of the Magic Congress of the United States. He even let himself go. I took a short vacation, wrote an application to myself, approved the leave by myself, and happily went to Miami to play alligators-but two days ago, after waking up, the whole world changed.

"Your Majesty, we need you!"

When he returned to the office humming a ditty and was just about to move his useless legs to the desk, the hasty knock on the door and the letters pouring out of the fireplace, almost drowning him, dispelled all his good mood.

Half an hour later, Norton II raised his head from the pile of newspapers on the table, his mouth twitching, staring at his deputy with anticipation in his eyes, and asked feebly, "Where is Speaker Jackson?"

"He was in a coma and is still receiving treatment in the ministry. Many people said he was playing dead and didn't want to take responsibility."

"Where's the deputy speaker?"

"He went to Boston with Speaker Picquery."

"That is to say, Serafina isn't here either?"

"You...you may have missed it, because she has the highest rank, so she is the first to be judged."

"Where's the Financial Secretary? Where's the Secretary for Law Enforcement? Where's the Secretary for Education?"

Norton II reported the names of various officials like the name of a dish. In an emergency, they are all people who can replace the speaker.

"They're all . . . in a coma, Sire, and now it's being said everywhere that the courts of the dead have taken their souls! Before their sins are atoned, their—"

"All right, all right, it's getting more and more mysterious," Norton II waved his hand, and asked with a gloomy face, "Where are the Twelve Trees? I remember that the principal and speaker of Ilvermorny should be of the same level during the war." right."

"Professor Twelve Trees closed the school. Just half an hour ago, he said that he didn't want the children to get involved in such a disgusting thing."

"Father," Norton II asked, covering his chest, "Who is the highest-ranking official now? I mean, who are the remaining officials who have not been dragged to trial?"

"you."

"Father above..."

...

Norton II anxiously rubbed the fake strips in his pocket that had been balled and flattened repeatedly, his eyes were focused on the empty parchment in front of him, as if he was admiring some classic painting.

"Jingle Bell……"

The wind chime at the door of the tent rang, the curtain was lifted, and Grindelwald led the two in. Most of the wizard representatives sat upright, welcoming Grindelwald's arrival with a smile on their faces.

Norton II silently remembered the faces of these people and their countries in his heart, and asked, "Mr. Grindelwald, what's your business?"

"I also have a proposal." Grindelwald did not approach the meeting table, he made way for the two people behind him, and said softly, "How can this kind of meeting be without a protagonist? This is Adele. The little witch who was abducted by the Second Salem and survived all the hardships, this is—"

"I'm just an insignificant No-Maj, and I'm a teacher by profession," a middle-aged man in a gray suit said, stepping forward, "I didn't expect that the wizard my grandmother told me in her bedtime story actually existed. , I don’t know if I have the right to speak out on behalf of the survivors?”

When Adele appeared, the wizards didn't react at all, but after the man introduced himself, the faces of some of them suddenly became ugly. Grindelwald looked at the wonderful expressions of this group of people and sneered. , patted the man on the shoulder, "Say it boldly, your savior is still outside."

...

Accompanied by a clanging sound, pieces of gravel fell from the hill, and the rough but powerful sculpture was slowly breaking free from the shackles of the soil and stones.

Tom looked at the face in front of him who had only met once, and said, "Gnar, is it really over?"

"As long as there is difference, oppression will never cease."

"Really?" Tom twisted his neck in confusion, and asked, "How long will those wizards be unconscious?"

"Until they atone," said Nelson, fastening the manuscript to his waist, and picked up the hammer and chisel. "I don't know, but some people may not be able to atone before the end of their lives."

"well……"

Tom heaved a long sigh, the west-set sun shone on the statue's face, revealing a ruddy luster like a living person, and his memory went back to three days ago.

"We know that he is alone and alone, and we know that you are intertwined." The ghosts blocked Nelson behind them, and issued a powerful threat to the lucky, unresponsive, and cunning sinners, "We will wait here until you come back again." .”

They protect those who try to protect them.

Killing is nothing more than nodding, but the threat after death is really terrible. Tom murmured, "Death is the fairest thing for anyone."

As if he knew what Tom was thinking, Nelson turned his head and said, "I have already sent them away. Because of my appearance, Hai Erbo's Horcrux will cause disaster. I will not waste their time after death."

"But those wizards..."

Tom saw the ring on Nelson's middle finger and didn't ask any more questions.

As the sun set, the two dropped their chisels almost at the same time, and the last gravel fell to the ground. In the darkness, a pair of shining and hopeful eyes appeared on the old man's face.

At the same time, the teacher put his arms around Adele's shoulders and sat opposite Norton II, facing everyone, speaking their voices plausibly.

"We demand that the Magical Congress of America disclose their existence to a limited extent to people who do not master magic, and fully integrate into the real society of this land."

"We demand that magical people have the same rights as non-magical people."

"We ask the Magical Congress of America to stop all magical experiments targeting the same kind and accept our supervision."

"We ask..."