My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do you know what you just did?"

Nelson took Martha away from the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, and said to her excitedly as he walked, "You have completed a challenge that no one has achieved in two hundred and fifty years."

"I wish I had never been exposed to this challenge." Martha hiccupped a little, her body tiptoed uncontrollably, a blush appeared on her cheeks, she covered her mouth in embarrassment, feeling the pain in her mouth. Looking at Nelson and Tom beside him, he whispered, "It's really too hard to swallow, better than all the drinks I've ever had—including the spoiled one."

"It's because the drink is so bad that the bonus is so high." Nelson shook his head and said, "I've never dared to try this terrible drink."

"But it is indeed very unique," Martha recalled the unique taste sensation brought by Gamp's aged social wine. Although the complex taste almost includes all the tastes in the world, although it is bad, it can always provoke drinking from time to time. This is something she has never experienced in the past ten years. It seems that for her, this glass of wine full of taste can be equated with her imagination of magic. Smashing his lips, he said in a low voice, "Is it called Gamp's old social wine?"

"Yes, in the history of magic textbooks, this kind of wine can almost represent the era when the "International Statute of Secrecy" was signed. That law made almost all wizards panic. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, if not Gump, maybe the relationship between wizards and Muggles will become more tense because of the closure of the Leaky Cauldron," Nelson nodded, and introduced the history of wizards to Martha like a treasure, "His emotions may be very complicated at the time, so he just This barrel of commemorative wine is brewed so uniquely... No, why are you asking me this? Could it be that you still want another drink?"

"Ah...nothing." Martha shook the bottle filled with Garenne in her arms, and shook her head, "I just think wizards are a little too happy, as long as you drink such a glass of wine, you can get so much Money, that Mr. Kant can take out the gold for making a piece of clothing, but a person like me who has no magic, I am afraid that I will rush to these opportunities that you resist so much."

"Martha..."

"Sorry, I might be a little drunk," Martha raised her head, shook her head, and showed a bright smile, "I'm not complaining, I know, like us, what do you say? Muggles , Yes... Muggles like us have less to gain, but also need to consume less, wizards not only have to study magic, but also fight against those who also know magic, so they deserve better resources."

She spoke very frankly, and it was completely impossible to tell that she was forcing an explanation. Nelson looked at his friend with a flash of unbearable eyes. He was about to say something, but Tom held his shoulder.

He looked back, Tom shook his head, and said to Martha, "The sheep don't know that they are grazing until they leave the fence, but one day they will understand that their ancestors died with horns. How many hyenas."

"What's this? A sonnet?" Martha asked, smiling. "Are you reading poetry to me, Tom?"

"Nothing?" Tom looked at the neat brick cracks at the back door of the bar, and walked forward, "Soon you will be able to earn the Galleons of those wizards with lagging aesthetics."

"Uh... I have a question," Martha raised her head, looked at the dead end in front of her and the trash cans piled up in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, and asked in a low voice, "You brought me here to let me vomit first ?"

Hearing this question, Nelson had a playful smile on his face. He and Tom looked at each other, and the two smiled knowingly. They had similar questions when they faced this wall seven years ago. It is the first door to enter the magical world earlier than platform nine and three-quarters.

"If you want to vomit..." Tom shrugged, pulled Nelson back, stood still facing the wall, and said with a suppressed smile, "We can take advantage of this now, and we can set off after you finish vomiting." gone."

Martha blushed. She realized that her question might be stupid, and she couldn't help being a little annoyed. Nelson saw her embarrassment, smiled and drew out his wand. Friction sound.

"Count up to three yuan, and then count down to two yuan..."

In Nelson's heart, he felt the tension he felt when he came to the Leaky Cauldron for the first time, just like an eleven-year-old boy who just received a letter from an owl. He dropped the wand in his hand.

With a "click", the bricks sank, and every brick on the wall began to move like a dance. They folded and gave way to the two sides, and separated like two bowing waiters. The noise of the market instantly overwhelmed Martha. , her eyes widened, her mouth opened into a circle, a noisy, fantasy, and fairy-tale downtown scene suddenly opened in front of her eyes like a scroll, the air from the other side of the wall came over, and Bigamp Chen She was almost lost in the 10,000 times more complicated taste of annual social wine. These costumes were very different from those of the wizards in London for hundreds of thousands of years, and they lived by her side like this.

"Let's go." Nelson smiled at Martha and raised his eyebrows. "Tom, I mean that Tom in the bar has already welcomed you for me."

Martha took a deep breath. She always felt that walking in was something that required a sense of ritual, so she straightened her back and tried her best to recall the pitifully few etiquette lessons she had taken as a child.

"What are you doing here?" A drunk man covered in alcohol rushed out covering his mouth. With sleepy drunken eyes, the three people blocked by the wall ran to the side of the trash can and grabbed the lid, mumbled. He muttered clearly, "Move forward a little bit, don't get in the way."

Martha was startled by him, and jumped forward in panic, and was supported by Nelson. She raised her head and found that she was already standing on the street of Diagon Alley. , turned his head and looked back, only to see Tom walking out slowly, the brick wall closing rapidly behind him, and the muzzled drinkers rushing out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"They saw that you took the one hundred Galleons, so if you don't believe me, you have to try it." Tom shrugged, and a trace of teasing flashed across his face, "You really deserve it, everyone vomited, right?"

"ah……"

The brick wall closed tightly again, and at the last moment Martha could see the admiring glances of the vomiters.

"Actually, I bought a little Gamp's old society wine for research. You know, I'm not very good at drinking, but I'm just curious about why it's so bad." Tom walked up to Nelson and said, "I always feel that it's just average The wine can't reach the legendary level of bad taste, so I tested it, and sure enough, I prefer to call it a fermented potion than wine."

"Potion?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, which touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

"Do you know the euphoria? Some top wines will add some. The principle of this Gamp aged social wine is similar, but it is a mixture of many kinds of potions that can stimulate emotions. That is to say, if You take a sip and you recall the aftermath of everything you've been through in your life, even if you've long since forgotten what it was, but the emotional swings still resurface." In his own realm, Tom looks brighter, He said happily, "Most wizards don't get drunk for taste or alcohol, but for themselves. This is a magical wine."

"Is that so?" Nelson asked after a moment of thought, "Then why did Martha—"

"Good question," Tom slammed his right hand into the palm of his left hand, making a "snap" sound, "Because she has no magic power, and if she doesn't have magic power, she can't be recalled by the magic power in the wine. I don't know much about magic. history, but I think, maybe the owner of the Leaky Cauldron didn't think about letting the wizard make this windfall, he might use the hundred Galleons as a way to return the Leaky Cauldron to two hundred and fifty years ago. The mediocre Tom will tell every customer the story of Gump saving the Leaky Cauldron, but he may have ignored the grief of his ancestors who watched the bar lose half of its customers until today , even if the brewer's long-cherished wish is tasted, he may not be able to hear the news from his descendants."

Hearing Tom's words, Nelson fell into silence. Maybe this is the story of every ordinary person hidden between the lines of the past that has been passed down in history books. A monsoon that can't blow to London blows overhead, Over the ancient roof of the Leaky Cauldron, and at the turn of the eaves, let out a sigh of contentment.

Nelson turned his head in surprise, the deep and shallow scratches on the closed brick wall seemed to be smiling at him.

"What's the matter?"

Martha came back to her senses, and suddenly realized that she was in a busy city. She hurriedly wanted to stuff the glass bottle full of Galleons into her small bag. This bottle of gold coins had already attracted the attention of many passers-by. But most of their attention was not on Garen, but on the wine bottle that had been placed in the most prominent position in the Leaky Cauldron all year round.

"Put it here." Nelson took out a small silver ball, opened the lid and shook it in his hand. A complete sandworm tooth fell out of the small silver ball. He took the ball from Martha's hand. bottle, stuffed it in, and threw the ball into Martha's bag, picked up the sandworm tooth on the ground that was longer than the wand, and held it in his hand like a dagger, "Let's go and see the ready-made clothes first. shop? I think you won't be able to eat ice cream in a short time."

"Um."

Nelson turned his head, his malicious eyes were still staring at Martha's bag. He looked coldly at those sneaky figures, and locked a familiar face among them, who was once locked up in the pet house. The first unlucky person in the basement of the store, it seems that after he was "out of prison", he resumed his old business, Nelson waved the sand worm tooth in his hand lightly, and said with his mouth: "If you look at it again, you will all be turned into toads! "

...

"Some of these fabrics are very ordinary, not even as good as those made by the oldest looms decades ago, but some are very...very..." In the clothing store, Martha sighed while holding a piece of satin like a starry sky. She thought After a long time, I couldn't think of an appropriate adjective, and finally choked out a sentence, "...it's magical."

This was already the third clothing store they had visited. On the way, Tom left with an excuse and went to pick up the shop that he owned.

"It's very magical," Nelson said across a shelf. "Some of them are made from precious magical plants or magical animals, so they have special textures and functions. Wait, I'll find you a product price list. This is a leaflet distributed by the Malfoy family who participated in the Wizard World Expo in June, you can refer to it."

Nelson lowered his head and began to rummage in his abyssal pockets.

"Yeah, you're here!"

A striking pink man retreated from the door of the clothing store and walked in quickly. Nelson looked up from behind the shelf and saw a young woman with cat head ornaments all over her body. Looking at these exaggerated accessories, he Inexplicably, she had a strange idea—she and Mag, who also liked Mao Maotou, must not be able to chat.

"Why don't you call me when you come to Diagon Alley?" She approached Martha half complaining and half affectionately, and said in a sweet tone and voice, "By the way, when are you going to send Miss Black's dress over?" ?”

Nelson quickly lowered his head again, he felt goosebumps all over his body, and if he continued to watch, he might be about to suffocate and die suddenly.

"Miss Umbridge," Martha put down the cloth in her hand, and greeted nervously, "I'm coming to Diagon Alley to relax, and I'll call you when I leave in a few days."

"Oh," Umbridge made a delicate gesture of raising her hand. This gesture is actually not inappropriate for her with a baby face, but Nelson always thinks of that gesture used by the Weasley brothers. The senior investigator who was chasing fireworks and running around felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it. He felt that he understood why Umbridge would become like that in the future. Maybe it was because she tasted the sweetness of cuteness when she was young, so that when she was old Unable to change his pretentious habits, Umbridge embraced Martha's arm affectionately, "Don't worry, don't worry, by the way, what if you come to Diagon Alley without Garen? Do you have any favorite fabrics? I can Here's a roll for you."

"No...no need," Martha cast a begging look at Nelson across the shelf, "I came with my friend, and he will pay for me."

"That's right, Miss Umbridge," Nelson straightened his expression, walked out from behind the shelf, and nodded to Umbridge, "I brought Martha with me, thank you for your care and help."

Looking at Nelson's familiar face, Umbridge searched hard in her mind for who this person was. Soon, she felt her heart beat a beat slower. As a Ministry of Magic official who was famous for her exploits, she was not like Those colleagues who only know how to work, of course know who Nelson is, Umbridge can only feel a huge sense of happiness falling from the sky, almost knocking her to the ground, and she can't breathe. The young man who shows his face is not just a simple student. It is said that he has a great relationship with Gellert Grindelwald, and has a deep friendship with the black family who is in the limelight in the ministry. Old Malfoy was heard telling Minister Nobby Rich in a meeting here that Williams had spared their lives...

These fragmented and bluffing information created a powerful image in Umbridge's mind that Nelson could not even imagine. Her expression quickly became dignified, and her sweet smile disappeared.

"Ah! Williams, I know you, the best student in Slytherin!"