My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is anyone here?"

The moment they walked out of the alley, the wizard-related features of Nelson and Tom disappeared. They wore the shirts and vests that were popular a few years ago, and they looked like two small town youths who had just arrived in the big city.

Nelson looked at the empty street, quickly crossed the road, walked to the door of the tailor shop, and shouted inside.

"Sorry, these days—"

There was a quick answer from the door, followed by the sound of panting and running. It seemed that the tailor shop hadn't opened these days.

Martha ran out of the store in small steps with her skirt reaching the floor, flustered like a deer, her long blond hair was covered by the hood that tailors were used to wearing, and she wore a hood around her waist. The tools in the sewing kit collided with each other, making a crisp sound like a wind chime.

She couldn't bear the strong light outside, and she squinted her eyes as soon as she ran out of the door, but after seeing the two people standing at the door, her eyes widened suddenly, and the pupils in her pupils were filled with tears from the past few days. The panic left by the crisis disappeared, leaving only the appointment surrounded by sudden surprises. Those blue eyes seemed to be able to speak, as if they wanted to tell Nelson a thousand words.

"Have we not seen each other for a long time?"

"I saw you from a distance last time in Paris," Nelson scratched his head, "I'm just busy."

"I saw you too, on the screen, nuclear physicist," Martha said with a smile, "Come on in."

Tom raised an eyebrow, stood beside Nelson helplessly, snapped his fingers, woke up the somewhat dazed Martha, and said with a smile, "Hey, am I wearing too dark? Why didn't anyone see that?" me."

"You really can't see it," Martha waved her hands vigorously, "I have to make you a bright dress, so that you won't be lost in the crowd."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, whether it was Martha who had just returned from school, Nelson who never saw the end of the dragon, or Tom who would visit the orphanage and shop from time to time, the three of them seemed to have suddenly returned to seven years ago. One person sat on the eaves to bask in the sun in the smog, and the other did not dare to climb the ladder and had to squat in the yard to let them out.

"Is your leg better?"

"Gnar, don't you really have nothing to say?" Tom grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into the store, saying, "Brother, that was so many years ago."

...

"By the way, just a few days ago, before they came, a Mr. Vampire came to my shop." Martha nodded to Tom while tidying up the messy workbench and said, "He seems to be a German. , triggered the alarm you stayed behind."

"Mr. Vampire? One of those sickly, dog-toothed flour-smeared guys?" Tom narrowed his eyes. Lorca?"

"No, he looks healthy, but he can turn into a bat," Martha shook her head and said, "His name is Ludwig Kant, do you know him?"

Martha continued to bury her head in arranging the fabrics. As the pile of fabrics that looked like a hill was cleared away, the golden looking glass that was pressed on the table was exposed. The little spinning top finally had a space to turn, and felt the pressure from the side. Nelson and Tom, it was glowing and spinning fast.

"I knew he could use magic when he first came, hehe," Martha didn't notice the sudden silence in the store, and covered her mouth with a smile, "but I told him that I judged it based on the clothes, and he still believed it." , I told him he was wearing an out-of-season suit, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see a man in a fur coat on the street in London’s weather.”

"I know," Nelson said suddenly. "What did he want from you?"

"He wants to make a set of clothes for the season," Martha's tone suddenly became cautious. She looked outside the store door, ran back to the workbench lightly, and broke the clothes from the hidden compartment under the stage. A small drawer came down, and Nelson and Tom reluctantly held it together, and said mysteriously, "He left so much gold!"

"Gold?" Tom stretched his neck curiously, and the light of the gold ingot in Martha's hand was extremely glaring in the dim shop. Even though Tom was already rich, he couldn't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed when he saw so much gold, " Huh... so much?"

"It's hard for you to move it." Nelson was also a little surprised.

"Now I have a set of clothes ready, but I feel like I can't have the money..."

Nelson fell silent. After much thought, he finally decided not to tell Martha Ludwig the news of his death.

"I made two sets, a normal two-piece suit, and a three-piece suit for important occasions. I don't know if wizards will wear suits on important occasions, so the second set is still short of the vest... "

"Give it to me," Nelson raised his head and reached out to Martha. "Give me the finished set, and I'll bring it to him. You can keep the money, since he gave it to you."

"Is this really good?" Martha still had some concerns, but she turned around to get the clothes.

"He probably won't need any money, and your craftsmanship is worth so much, let's use it to do something meaningful," Tom shook his head, "By the way, haven't you been in business for a few days?"

"Yes," Martha clenched her hands and covered her chest, lowered her head, and said in a low voice, "After all, anyone would be afraid of such a thing, even if your Ministry of Magic officials told me that this place is completely safe. Yes, I’m also a little scared, after all, Mr. Auror told me the same before... I originally wanted to go to Diagon Alley today to relax and see if there are any special fabrics for wizards.”

"Diagon Alley?" Nelson looked at Martha suspiciously and asked, "Is Diagon Alley open to you now?"

"No way," Martha shook her head, "Citizens of London can only read news about wizards in newspapers. I saw your school in The Times in the past two days. Classrooms and so on look at and The schools in London are very different. They have publicized the place where they can meet wizards and communicate with each other. It is the Alexander Building that was built in a few days. Except for some courageous businessmen and politicians, no one dares to go, but some Those who made trouble were quickly driven away."

"Then how do you get to Diagon Alley?"

"The official who came here to investigate the situation before was a very enthusiastic and gentle lady. She gave me a voucher to go to Diagon Alley and told me that I can come and go freely as compensation for the attack by the dark wizard," Martha said , took out a piece of parchment from his chest pocket, and handed it to Nelson, "But I still feel uncertain, would you like to go with me?"

Looking at the somewhat contrived handwriting on the parchment, Nelson remembered some kind of exam font. He looked at the address of the Leaky Cauldron written on it, and after confirming that it was correct, he returned the parchment to Martha.

"That's right," Nelson nodded, and said with satisfaction, "It seems that there are still warm-hearted people in the Ministry of Magic."

"She was really enthusiastic, and she even said that she would lead me when I went to deliver clothes to Miss Black!" Martha said with a smile, "I used to think that wizards, witches, and magicians were all like wolves and tigers. , but the first person I met was you... what about you?"

Tom, who was playing with handkerchiefs, snorted, and she took Tom with her, and then said: "That Mr. Kant seems to be a good man, when I was trapped in the World Expo in Paris, I asked for help in a magazine. A lot of well-meaning wizards came to help soon. The three villains made me a little scared, but Miss Umbridge told me with her actions that there are still many good people in the world, whether they are wizards or us who don't know magic. "

"Ah... who?!"

Nelson suddenly raised his voice, and the somewhat broken tone caused the three people in the store to cast puzzled glances at him.

"Miss Umbridge, her name is Dolores Umbridge," Martha suddenly realized. "You should know her, right? She seems to have just graduated from your school and has just become a regular trainee at the Ministry of Magic." Woolen cloth."

"Oh, that pink man," Tom pouted, and nudged Nelson with his elbow, "what are you making such a fuss about? I thought it was Martha who said the lady was called Dumbledore."

"Umbridge..." Nelson suddenly felt an absurd sense of space-time disorder. He shook his head and said, "It's nothing, but her pink bow is really impressive."

"It's really puzzling that she can have such an attitude towards Martha," Tom whispered close to Nelson's ear, "I don't have much contact with her, I only know that she is a very purposeful person, so Ma There are things she valued in Sha, either the bag of gold nuggets left by Kant, or Walburga. I personally prefer Walburga. After all, I have seen her desire for power, but I don't think there is any need to worry about her doing anything out of line."

"Yes, after all, she praised Abraxas, who just entered school, as handsome and handsome in front of everyone in the Slytherin lounge."

"Haha, you've heard the joke too."

"What are you talking about?" Martha poked her head and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, some shady gossip," Tom shrugged, and pulled out his wand from his sleeve, "Let's clean it up for you, if you move quickly, you can still catch up with Diagon Alley's famous afternoon ice cream set , It just so happens that we also have something to go to Diagon Alley."

Under his actions, the fabrics piled up in the store found their companions according to material, size, and color, rolled themselves up and stuffed them into the tall cabinet against the wall, and Nelson put away the set of Martha for the road A suit made by Dewig, with the ball stuffed into the pocket.

Martha looked at Tom's packing wand and Nelson's invisible low pocket with an envious expression she hadn't shown when she met the powerful wizards.

Nelson noticed her expression and asked softly, "Do you want to do the same?"

"Me?" Martha pointed to herself, shaking her head like a rattle, "No, no, no, I'm not a wizard."

"Who knows?" Tom had stuffed the last piece of thick turquoise flannelette into the low cabinet under the workbench, stepped on the cabinet door to make it more secure, turned his head and smiled at Nelson, "You say so, Gnar?"

After a while, the locks of the tailor's shop came down, and Martha came out wearing a hat with a wide brim and Tom Nelson. scenery.

"Seriously, you don't look like a person in normal clothes," Tom couldn't help saying, "London is finally seeing the sun again. Is it reasonable for you to wear a hat?"

"I've been staying in the United States before, and it's too hot there, so I developed a habit," Martha said with her head tilted, while measuring Nelson's figure with the small ruler that she carried, which made his walking stiff. Sha said while measuring, "I remember seeing your windbreaker a few years ago. Can it change size with your body?"

"Magic," Nelson explained succinctly.

"Magic is so annoying, tailors are going to lose their jobs," Martha put on an annoyed expression, and quickly laughed again, "You've grown a lot taller, I remember we used to be the same height, and then Tom suddenly grew taller." Abandoned us, and now even you have abandoned me."

"He may not have noticed this kind of thing himself." Tom curled his lips, squinted at Nelson, and found that he could still barely see the top of Nelson's head. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad."

The three of them walked quickly on the street, having a very different temperament from the pedestrians on the road. Soon, they came to Charing Cross Road. Perhaps because of the influence of the Leaky Cauldron, this street has not been affected by too many wars. It spread and became the fastest-growing neighborhood after the war. They soon came to the door of the Leaky Cauldron. Martha looked suspiciously at Nelson, who led herself to the middle of the second-hand bookstore and antique store. Just about to ask a question, she heard Nelson's voice.

"Think of the addresses you read on the parchment."

Martha looked at the old bookstore at No. 48 Charing Cross Road in front of her. Although she felt absurd, she still used "magic" to convince herself. She closed her eyes and tried hard to recall the address. When she opened her eyes again, the place in front of her The second-hand bookstore is like a bouncing melon. The windows with two eyes glared at her, and then bent down and jumped sideways vigorously, opening up a new area between the two buildings. , Soon, the old gatehouse squeezed out, followed by noisy din and cries of wine glasses colliding.

Martha rubbed her eyes. Even though she had seen magic before, this scene was still shocking.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron, miss," Tom said with a smile, stretching his arms, bowing his knees slightly, and saying with a smile, "You may be the first person to arrive here by yourself in hundreds of years Not a wizard."

Martha took a deep breath. Even though she was seeing a dilapidated bar in front of her, she had an illusion like "this is one small step for me".

Nelson took her fingertips and sent her to the door, smiled and nodded at her, "Go in."