My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Compared with the area where Muggles gather, the neighborhood Nelson is in at the moment looks a little deserted. Even though it has a large scale that is comparable to the magic product area, the number of customers strolling on the street is less than one-tenth of that next door, or even less.

It is said that it is next door, but in fact there is no such clear boundary as a "wall" in the so-called two blocks, and the road is not divided into obstacles or barriers. The tailor shop opened by Muggles and the tailor shop opened by Muggles are the boundary. An invisible separation zone divides the tourists into two groups with clear and distinct lines. Tourists in Muggle uniforms, but it is wizards in robes who linger in front of the tailor's window filled with suits.

It's just that this kind of sparseness is only compared with the adjacent blocks. If these curious wizard customers are stuffed into Diagon Alley, it will be enough to squeeze the narrow street.

Opposite the tailor's shop, there is a shop that looks like a pastry shop. The fire is burning fiercely, but there is not even a pastry chef working inside. The fire facing the street glows green from time to time. After a while, wizards with friends or families crawled out of the fireplace.

"Sir, this is the magic fireplace set up by the Lifei Road Network Management Office. It was originally planned to be a small pastry shop, but the owner of the shop fell seriously ill, the kind that only St. Mungo can heal," the wizard pilot said. Noticing that Nelson was looking at the fire, he introduced in a timely manner, "The children of their family got to know Miss Black by chance, and got the opportunity to go to St. Mungo's for treatment, but they couldn't afford the high medical expenses, so this room is for the time being. The vacant shop was temporarily set up as the hub of the Floo Network, which can be regarded as making up for the flaws in the original planning. The ministry paid him per head. Pay off the debt."

"Fifteen years..." Nelson was speechless. "Does it take so long?"

"That's right, sir," the wizard driver said softly, "After all, Muggle pounds don't have the same purchasing power as Galleons. The reason why the shops you saw before are willing to accept pounds is mainly because they make money. After all Daily necessities such as snacks, drinks or clothes can be bought from Muggles with pounds, and there is no difference in raw materials. They can earn more Galleons in Diagon Alley, but St. Mungo can’t accept pounds. Those papers with Muggle queens can't buy herbs or magical animal products, let alone pay doctors-this is one of the reasons why the ministry's work is deadlocked, not only medical treatment, but also potions, alchemy, magic Protective items and even broomsticks and other means of transportation cannot be circulated among Muggles. , but continually issuing licenses to sell different goods in the same industry."

While the wizard driver was talking, a few young wizards emerged from the fireplace in the empty shop. They looked at the abbreviation of the Ministry of Magic on the rear of the car, and after a while of teasing, they rushed to the car and made a gesture. With a rude gesture, the driver smiled awkwardly, "Minister Rich is more friendly to the people, you know, so these half-children like to make jokes at him."

"Maybe." Nelson looked condescendingly at those wizards who hid in the crowd after provoking, vaguely felt that their attitude was not as simple as the pilot said, and shook his head gently, "People like Minister Rich , the Ministry of Magic has never had one before, and I'm afraid it will be very difficult to have one in the future."

"Yes, sir," the driver turned his head and said to Nelson seriously. This is the first time this tour guide-like man who only knows how to memorize manuscripts has expressed his attitude or thoughts, "As long as the minister's ideas Being able to defeat those blood theorists, the future will definitely get better and better... Sorry, I made you laugh, when the eyes of the whole world are staring at London, Minister Rich is still being staggered by the dogs of those pure-blood families .”

"Everything will be hindered," Nelson said with a communicative smile, "I believe in Minister Rich's ability."

A trace of urgency and disappointment flashed in the eyes of the wizard driver, but he calmed down quickly. He turned his head and continued to control the steering wheel, but glanced at Nelson's face from the corner of his eye in the rearview mirror from time to time. , slowly fell down in the middle of the road.

"Sir, compared to that half of the street, although it is deserted here, there are many types of goods." He quickly adjusted his slightly rippling mood, and seriously introduced the situation of this section of the street, "Due to the use of magic The standards for transforming Muggle items are relaxed, and only need to pass the review of the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items to confirm that there is no black magic and will not cause serious accidents before they can be listed, so there are so many categories. What is even more amazing is that Muggle magic is often Magic pays attention to the simplicity of structure and use, or pursues the ultimate in other aspects. On this basis, with the help of magic, they can often exert the effect of one plus one greater than two."

"I never thought wizards would favor these things," Nelson said, looking out the window at the shop

"Of course, wizards are more early adopters," the wizard driver introduced. "Same as over there, snacks and drinks are the most popular here. Few wizards will go to the world where Muggles live to find out, even if we have already worked together. Living in London for so many years is like having two neighbors who live across the street, one working the day shift and the other working the night shift.”

"Your analogy is very apt."

"Sir, this is a manuscript written by the Department of International Affairs," the wizard driver shook his head and said with a smile, "When the Minister of Magic of Norway came to visit last week, I introduced it to him in this way. Even though there are many problems, but All over the world, we're doing really well!"

"I do know a little about the situation in Norway," Nelson nodded. "The wizards in the three Nordic countries have been quiet, let alone Muggles, and even wizards rarely move around."

"You're right."

"Are all these shops owned by wizards?" asked Nelson. "I mean the whole of Dip Lane."

"Mostly yes," the wizard driver nodded, "Actually, there were some Muggle shops on this half of the street at the beginning, selling some Muggle specialties, but most wizards don't like them, so some people quickly went to the shop. After listing out the shop, there are still a small number of Muggles left, and I came up with a novel idea."

"tell me the story?"

Almost the whole street is related to magic, nothing more than more or less. Hearing that there are Muggle shops here, Nelson became interested.

"Hire, sir," said the wizard driver, "just like the magic factory in the suburbs employs Muggle workers, some Muggles hire down-and-out wizards to provide them with services. However, with the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, this kind of evil has been curbed, and now there is even a special office in the Alexander Building to sign the contract between Muggles and wizards, and their property and life safety will be in the Ministry of Magic. The Wizengamot is still arguing over the matter, although there are procedural disputes, and many people are unwilling to accept the fact that wizards work for Muggles. At present, this kind of employment is regarded as private. entrust."

"What do they hire wizards for?"

"Doing the same thing as everyone else, these hired wizards use magic to realize the vision of their employers, and even because of loose control, these Muggles know their world better, so their creativity is very amazing," wizard pilot Exclaimed, "My wife just bought one last month... How about a Muggle? A laundry case."

"washing machine."

"That's right, you know a lot!" He exclaimed and continued, "It's not the same as we are used to letting house elves do the laundry. You just need to put the clothes in, and it will add water, add soap, and wash the clothes by itself." Laundry and drying, I heard that Muggles need someone to operate those steps for their own things, but it is much more convenient than the difficult and useless cleaning spell, not to mention that magic makes the only inconvenient step It's more convenient, there is a catalog of goods in the hidden compartment next to the door, you can take a look if you are interested."

"Wizards hired by Muggles..."

Nelson found the product catalogue, flipped through it, and thought about it. Compared with wizards showing interest in Muggle products, this matter is more important. It can almost be recorded as a milestone after the abolition of the Secrecy Act. No matter how fancy the first half of the street is , It just reproduces the relationship between the lord and his subordinates before the establishment of the Secrecy Act. Low-level people use low-level currency to buy low-level commodities, and the real valuable things-real magic is always in the hands of wizards. hands.

Nelson cares more about the employment of Muggles than the popularity of wizarding goods, which means that they at least have enough capital to buy wizarding labor, and they stand together as equals for the first time through this bond—even if they are down and out wizards and wealthy Muggles.

The contents of the product catalog are so dazzling that it is overwhelming. Almost everything that Nelson can think of in daily life can be found in the catalog. The driver is right, Muggles understand their advantages better than wizards.

"Oh? Unlimited refills of Coke."

"Do you know this?"

"Coincidentally, I have a cup."

"Many people like this thing very much. This is the most popular commodity among wizards, even comparable to butter beer among Muggles," the driver said with a smile. The store was opened face to face, and the fight was evenly matched, and even the Aurors were alarmed."

"Competing products, it's normal," Nelson shrugged, "Stop the car, I'll go buy a drink."

The car accelerated and stopped quickly. Under the curious eyes of passers-by, Nelson pushed the door and got out of the car. He raised his head and saw the dazzling red signboard. He turned around and walked across the street without hesitation, and walked into another A blue and red shop.

There was a sweet aroma in the air, and the piercing sound of bubbles bursting in my ears. Nelson walked to the counter and stood behind a couple of wizards. A Muggle girl with a high ponytail was tied and divided into two by white Half in a red and blue turban, she skillfully gave change to customers. She hummed a song, and the freckles on her face swayed and jumped. Nelson noticed that the currency used in this store was Galleons, and described it to the driver. The situation is slightly off, there are already Muggles who can earn Galleons.

"A bottle, thank you."

After the couple hugged each other crookedly and left with two straws inserted into the same bottle at the same time, Nelson stepped forward, pointed to the menu in front of the clerk, said it was a menu, but there was only one Merchandise - Something Coke.

"Are you a wizard, sir?" The girl asked curiously. She couldn't tell his identity from Nelson's clothes.

"Is there any difference?"

"Yes, sir," the girl nodded, "We have a 'Magic Kiss on Soda Cans' campaign."

She took out an empty soda can from under the counter and introduced: "As long as the wizard can leave any traces of magic on the soda can, you can enjoy a 30% discount. We have many loyal customers who don't know magic but are fascinated, even the simplest The magic is enough to make everyone excited for a long time."

"interesting."

Nelson picked up the can, held it up to his eyes, and stared at it. Behind the girl was a basket full of weird-shaped cans, which had been trained by almost all magic. He rubbed his chin and stared at the girl's eyes.

"Sir, you—"

The girl raised her head, and suddenly froze in a daze. After a while, she blushed and lowered her head.

"Sorry," Nelson raised the brim of his hat and nodded. The soda can in his hand floated up and turned gently. Under the gaze of the girl's adoring eyes, the blue color of the can body faded quietly and was gradually covered by the red of the signboard of the store opposite. , he showed a mischievous smile, put the soda can that had turned into the opposite shape on the table, left Garen behind, took the infinite refill Coke from the girl, turned and left, "There's no need to look for it."

The car had already turned around and stopped at the door of the store. The wizard driver stood beside the car and opened the back door for Nelson.

"Does the Ministry know what they usually do?"

When the car started up again, Nelson asked in a normal tone.

"We have special supervisors and Aurors regularly patrolling the alley, don't worry, sir."

Nelson nodded and didn't say much. Reporter Wallace, chocolate frog cards, and even cans with traces of magic spells... Muggles are not as passive as most people think. On the contrary, they are moving from being closed to In the suffocating cocoon room, he tried his best to pass through the airtight walls, casting a searching gaze on the wizard outside.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Nothing, where are we going next?"