My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What?! Are you crazy? We can't accept this kind of proposal!"

"These are all reasonable and legal, and we have a wealth of cases to support them."

"Our national conditions do not match those of other countries."

"Isn't this your problem? Supporting a puppet terrorist organization to provoke the relationship between wizards and non-wizards..."

On the top floor of the Woolworth Building, on the large wall behind the Congress Hall, the huge portrait of Speaker Jackson has been urgently removed by the officials, rolled up and thrown into the trash can at the entrance of the hall. In the upturned corner of the portrait, Jack Chairman Mori continued to wink at passers-by, exuding his suffocating charm.

But the picture frame that was cast with a strong sticking spell was hard to shake. The emblem of the Congress behind it only showed a frame and a pair of yellowed wings. In desperation, Norton II had no choice but to stuff a picture of Josiah Jack in the picture frame. Sen's photo--the one thing that helped bring Millhouse Jackson to power, his venerable great-great-grandfather who founded Congress.

Ironically, it was Millhouse who took down the original portrait of Josiah Jackson and threw it away because he liked the place.

Norton II rubbed his temples and sat on the high-backed chair in the head seat, almost buried by the parchment paper—he was still working in the office at first, but the frequent meetings forced him to move all the documents to the conference room Come on, there are piles of empty bottles piled up at his feet, which used to contain euphoria and palliatives, but he always feels that he has drunk fake medicines, even if he swallows a whole bottle of euphoria, he still feels depressed, as for He didn't feel the soothing effect of the palliative, on the contrary, he became more and more anxious.

For him, the only good news he has received these days is that Millhouse’s chairs are very high-end. As an idle director whose job content is to sit in the office, sign and smile, he has profound research on the comfort of the chairs. He knew Millhouse's enjoyment-loving nature at first sight of the Millhouse chair—at least ass enjoyment.

But at this moment, the quarrel coming from ahead made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles in this high-end chair. While no one noticed, he secretly lifted his butt up a little bit, squinted his eyes, and looked at the already blurred vision. everyone.

Compared with the time when it was crowded with representatives before, the congress hall at this moment looks empty. The cruise ship that Nelson was on was still floating in the Atlantic Ocean. How could he find so many people who could withstand the crisis in such a short period of time? What about the backbone?

However, even the people who accounted for less than one-third of the seats were divided into two distinct camps.

The attendee on the left is wearing various wizarding robes, wearing a wizarding hat, and holding a wand.

And the people on the right looked like a motley crew, their attire covered all classes and different occupations, and the leading man was showing a stack of paper documents, talking like holding a torch high.

He was the teacher who appealed to Norton II on the day of the Second Salem trial, and the only cultural person left among the victims, Mr. Jeremy Muller.

"International friends from the British Ministry of Magic have provided us with a precious and great material, gentlemen."

Mr. Muller stepped down from his seat and was about to distribute the materials in his hand to the wizards opposite. The wizards all showed disdainful smiles when they saw the No-Maj's injured legs and feet. They only needed to wave Wands would do the trick, and No-Majs looked no different to those house-elfs running around serving tea.

The wizard representative sitting directly opposite Mr. Muller snorted coldly, waved his wand, and those documents flew into the hands of each wizard precisely.

"Thank you, Mr. Warren," Mr. Mueller said gratefully. "You should be able to see that in this world, the United States is the last and only country that completely separates wizards from non-wizards. In the wizarding society, even the young United States is establishing a legal system that is in line with international development trends, and was even considered to be the country with the fastest social development at one time, but our fellow wizards are passive because of some conspiracy."

The word "fellow wizards" came to the ears of the wizards on the opposite side, and some people finally couldn't hold back their laughter, but Mr. Muller just stood there with a smile, just like when he was working with a pointer, patiently waiting for the mischievous The naughty children have had enough trouble, and then gently teach them.

It’s just that perhaps in the wizard’s eyes, the “No-Maj” he represents is the insatiable stinky kid——No-Maj, what an ugly word!

Norton II squatted enough, and sat back on the chair that made him extremely uncomfortable. The sound of the bench legs scraping the ground echoed in the meeting room, and the wizards quickly shut their mouths.

"I admire your efforts, but allowing you and the participants in the Salem incident behind you to understand the existence of magic is the limit," the old white man Warren said slowly, "I will tell you, my fellow wizards We have made efforts similar to yours. Many years ago, the land we lived in did not have the current "Rappaport Law". Our ancestors once offered olive branches to your ancestors, but they were rejected brutally betrayed."

The word "fellow wizards" appeared in the conference room again, and the wizards behind Warren smiled again, but this time the smiles contained completely different emotions from the previous one.

"I know the "Rappaport Law". From a legal point of view, it completely coincides with the scope of the "International Statute of Secrecy."

"You got one thing wrong, Mr. Mueller," Warren said, shaking his head. Maybe you don’t believe it, it’s to protect wizards!”

"I know what you want to say," Mr. Muller blinked, and took out another material written on parchment from the table. Judging from the material, it should come from a wizard. The wizard who saved our lives, Mister Wertning's archives, to help us win equality."

"What?"

Warren asked blankly, but he secretly thought that something was wrong. The name Mr. Muller said was the one who caused the meeting room to be so empty. The former owners of these seats are being placed in Wuer In the basement of the Woz Building, there are three shifts of Aurors and doctors to watch over. Norton II ordered that if they wake up, they still need to go to the wizard's prison to sit in the prison of the sun for as long as the coma.

"This historical material revealed to us the truth of the so-called Twelve Trees incident. We never thought of persecuting our fellow wizards, and Miss Dorcas Twelve Trees never betrayed. The culprit who caused this disaster is A descendant of the Scavenger before the establishment of the Magical Congress of the United States, Ms. Twelve Trees just fell in love with the wrong person. What's more, in the past hundred years, the reason why this misunderstanding has intensified and finally turned into a feud is the conspiracy of those criminals who have been tried. The Magic Congress of the United States has been secretly funding and supporting the illegal organization Second Salem. Their terrorist activities continue to harm the people who also grew up on this land."

"This is just their personal behavior, not sponsored by Congress!"

"In this way, even if the person responsible for the Twelve Trees incident is not a descendant of the Purging, it can be explained by personal behavior." Mr. Muller used Warren's logic to fight back forcefully.

Warren was at a loss for words. He turned his head and looked at the chief.

"Your Majesty Norton!"

"speaker!"

The representatives on both sides looked at Norton II at the same time, and it seemed that he had returned to that terrible morning when he asked that terrible question and got a terrible "you".

He suddenly felt his head was as big as a bucket, and a mosquito-like "buzzing" sound echoed in his head.

"I think we can take a break and continue the discussion."

The spinning Norton II couldn't even hear what they were saying. Under the supervision of the international community, almost all follow-up work has been arranged, but this public proposal has always failed to reach a consensus.

The wizard representatives left talking and laughing, leaving only the thirty-one victims sitting where they were, waiting for the staff to deliver their meals.

Mr. Mueller sighed and walked out of the door of the meeting room, but was stopped in the corridor.

"Do you want to try it? The wizard's good smoke, don't worry, it's not poisoned," Warren leaned against the wall with a tired face, and handed an exquisite silver box to Mr. Muller, "This is also a way to share the wizard's smoke." The magic has come to fruition."

Mr. Muller smiled, and took the box with his hand. As soon as his hand touched the closed lid, it opened by itself, and a smoke that had never been seen before flew into his mouth with a "swish". It has ignited by itself.

He took a sip in surprise and exhaled a puff of smoke in the shape of a star.

"The war of independence commemorative money, although the war of independence has passed for a long time, but this does not prevent them from issuing commemorative money," Warren shrugged, and said, "I see that your fingers are blackened, and you should often hide in the corner when you are in class. Let's smoke here...how about it, if you like it, I will give it to you."

Mr. Muller pressed the cigarette holder and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to learn magic by doing so.

"There's no need to do this. I'll give it to you. This cigarette case is a high-end product from Nurmengard."

"Thank you, Mr. Warren," Mr. Mueller exhaled a big puff of smoke, letting his head be surrounded by dense stars, and the voice came from the stars, "Thank you for willing to talk with us as equals."

"After so many days, everyone should be familiar with it," Warren leaned against the wall and sighed, "They don't even want to discuss issues with you, but they don't know that the truth is getting clearer and clearer, not to mention that we have to carry out the discussion no matter what. Partial disclosure, otherwise those countries staring at us, as well as Grindelwald, will find excuses to interfere. Instead of being passively beaten at that time, it is better to fight for more now... Oh, by the way, you may not know Grindelwald—— "

"I know that his subordinates participated in our rescue, and Mr. Wertning is also from there. This international organization similar to the Red Cross is called Nurmengard."

"You are wrong. Grindelwald's most radical idea in the past few years was to kill all Muggles and turn this planet into a world ruled by wizards only." Warren glanced at Mr. Muller and said, "Isn't it now? Think the Rappaport Law is kind of gentle?"

"my God……"

"With all due respect, Mr. Mueller, your efforts will not have any good results," Warren said patiently, "Even if you succeed, yes, the Magical Congress of the United States has disclosed itself to the No-Maj government according to your demands. What does that change? It's just that some wizards can oppress No-Majs in a more blatant way, but No-Majs will get nothing. You don't have your own wands, so you can't really talk to wizards. live as equals."

"But I can't just sit back and watch my compatriots be taken away by inexplicable organizations like me, go through such torture, and finally have to pile up their ashes together!" Mr. Muller suddenly became a little excited, "After being caught, I saw The first wizard in the world was Mr. Wertling. I thought he would be a savior, but he told me that everyone is equal, and those wizards have no right to bring us suffering. I know about equality. What is it, but for the first time I feel that it is so far away from me and so real."

"The truth is, if it weren't for two wizards passing by, you wouldn't even have a chance to stand here and talk."

"That's why we want to change this situation!" Mr. Muller said with excitement, but lowered his voice, "Numergarde also provided us with a piece of data, every year thousands of compatriots are sacrificed because of wizards, but the harm The perpetrators did not get the punishment they deserved, not a single one!"

"But we are naturally different, and isolation is really the best outcome for us." Warren shook his head, "My mother was a No-Maj-born wizard, and she returned home the second year after giving birth to me. Visiting relatives, almost being taken away by the Puritans! The barrier between us is not only in magic."

"That was many years ago."

A strange voice suddenly broke into their conversation. Warren looked up and greeted in surprise: "Professor Twelve Trees, didn't you close the school?"

"I can't help being a student, but I can't help myself," Professor Twelve Trees said, shrugging, "Warren, I didn't expect you to become a member of parliament in the past 20 years."

"That's because of my boss...you know." Warren laughed awkwardly.

"I have something to ask His Majesty Norton," Professor Twelve Trees was about to leave when he saw this, "You continue?"

Professor Twelve Trees left in a hurry, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

"By the way," he took two steps, then turned back, stared at Mr. Mueller who had just been ignored, and asked, "Is it Mr. Mueller?"

"Hello?"

"Someone asked me to tell you something."

Professor Twelve Trees looked at the silver cigarette case in Mr. Muller's hand, smiled, stretched out his wand against his finger, and pressed the knob on it, and the same scene as when he just lit the cigarette happened again, but this It was a No-Maj who was manipulating the gadget.

Mr. Mueller stared blankly at the silver box in his hand, and the voice of Professor Twelve Trees sounded in his ears, "What you lack compared to wizards is a magic wand, don't keep staring at these, you have to think that you have more than wizards." What, sometimes weak can be used as a weapon, let alone strong."

His attention was completely attracted by the cigarette case in his hand. This time, he pressed the button by himself, and the flame was also lit.

"Occlusion can never make progress. I just came back from a ship and saw something interesting." Professor Twelve Trees patted him on the shoulder and left quickly. "Times are about to change soon."