My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hi, Nelson," the moment the car stopped, Nobby Rich pulled open the rear door before the driver, supported Nelson's arm, and helped him out of the car, "Long time no see Now, let me think about it, the last time we met was in Paris."

"Minister Rich," Nelson nodded politely, then withdrew his hand and said, "I'm late, I know where the minister's office is, and I trouble you to wait for me here in person."

"It's okay, it's okay." The smile on Rich's face never stopped, he patted Nelson on the shoulder, and led him to the red newsstand in front of the Ministry of Magic building, "I just happened to have nothing to do, The Department of Magical Creatures seems to be quarantining a batch of Hippogriffs, the whole building stinks, and you've done me a favor by giving me a chance to come out and breathe, you know, our office The place is underground, and the air is not very fresh.”

"It should be even more so in the minister's office," Nelson said with a smile. "It is full of complicated and important work, leaving you little room to breathe freely."

"Fortunately, no one shares the fresh air with me, and I don't have to breathe that stale stale air anymore," Rich blinked, and made a joke that only Nelson could understand, "How does it feel? It took me a long time to think about the name before I came up with it."

"It's refreshing, Minister Rich," Nelson nodded. "It's the first time I've seen such a grand occasion where Muggles and wizards crowded together to buy things."

"It was even more shocking in the first few days. People from all over London rushed to see it," Rich said proudly. "I also had a photo taken and hung it on the wall of my office. , you can take a look at them when you go to sign later."

"signature?"

"That's right, the research of that department is of great importance," Rich lowered his voice, walked into the newsstand with his arms around Nelson's shoulders affectionately, explained the floor, and continued, "You should know that the functions of the Department of Mysteries What is it, to study magic that even wizards don't understand, the Ministry of Magic must ensure that every word written there cannot be brought out, especially, you brought that thing..."

"Has it been delivered?"

"Yes, a group of people covered their faces with German flags broke into the old venue of the Paris World Expo and snatched the door from the main venue under construction and restoration. I have received no less than fifteen inquiries recently. They all said that they were ordered by me," Rich said mysteriously, "I suggest you find someone to do this kind of thing next time and cover the British flag, so that no one will suspect us—but this It also proves from the side that you are a standard British person, after all, we are the only ones who can pretend to be Germans and snatch things from France."

"Haha..." Nelson laughed dryly, "I originally wanted to get back my own stuff. Its ownership is registered in the International Federation of Wizards. Maybe it's because they were too eager for quick success, so they were a bit rude."

"I have to remind you, Nelson," the elevator was falling rapidly, and the originally dull and hot air became refreshing because it went deep underground. Rich turned his head, looked at Nelson, and said seriously, "In the future, if there is anything to do with the British For matters related to the Ministry of Magic, you must seek the help of your own people, and raising private armed forces will often become a reality and even cause trouble."

"They are not my personal armed forces, Minister Rich," Nelson shook his head. "They have not entered the UK since then. They are just a group of like-minded friends."

"As long as you don't be as aggressive here as you were before, we'll always be your friends," Richie looked into Nelson's eyes, but he couldn't see anything but his own reflection, "You should see, everything is here On the bright side, as far as I am concerned, you should know my origin, I can't prove it, but I can guarantee that my demands are the same as yours."

"I understand, Minister, I have what you need, and you happen to have what I need," Nelson said with a smile as he held out his hand to Rich, "That's why I chose the Department of Mysteries."

"Alright," Richie took Nelson's hand heavily, and squeezed it hard, "Finding the true meaning of magic is a huge project, and it is enough for you to settle down to the time when all your efforts ferment and produce results. At that time, you both You have power and control your thoughts, welcome to be the Silent Man...by the way, I heard some mysterious rumors, is that really...'death'?"

"Should I keep silent now?" Nelson raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Ah? Haha," Richie was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed again, "That's right, keep it up. In fact, since the Department of Mysteries was re-established, we haven't been very clear about how it should be run and maintained, because the former The Department of Mysteries has been very silent, and we will have to rely on you in the future. To be honest, we value your talent more than the energy you possess. This is also the case when there are several senior and powerful wizard candidates. Wesson The reason Gamore and the Ministry chose you - that floor has been empty for too long, waiting for you."

"Is there no information at all?"

"Maybe there is, but I don't know where it is hidden," Rich shook his head, and said sincerely, "There are taboo subjects being studied there every day, so naturally it will not be so relaxed. Some of the Wizengamot People think that the Department of Mysteries can't produce any results at all. Their idea is to provide you with good food and drink so that you won't get into trouble again. They don't like young people like you who are difficult to control. In their opinion, your biggest The value is that one day, after Grindelwald has accumulated power, it will become a bargaining chip against it... But Professor Dumbledore and I have different ideas. We believe that you have the ability to change magic. They think you are just a transfiguration. Talented young man, but I noticed that you made a device that allows Muggles to use magic. What I say may be deviant now, but I think the hands raised in voting for you are enough to make my name go down in history."

"You are very bold, Minister." Nelson was a little surprised. "I thought you would be interested in something else."

"After I brought down Shafiq, my desire also swelled." Rich's eyes were on fire, and the fingertips holding Nelson's palm were even more forceful. "I still remember my origin, when I was young In order to stabilize you, they promised huge power and resources, I swear, they will regret it."

"I'm just as bold, Minister Rich." Nelson smiled brightly.

"Bang!"

The elevator came to a sudden stop, and Rich staggered, relying on the support of Nelson's handshake to keep him from falling. He raised his head and looked towards the elevator door. A bald, red-haired man was standing there with a blank expression on his face. Looking at the two people holding hands and "looking at each other affectionately" in the elevator.

"Minister...Minister Rich, and...Williams," Dorian Weasley stopped walking into the elevator, quickly pressed the door close button, and showed an awkward smile, "Good morning ah."

"Dorian, you—"

"Mr. Weasley," Nelson helped Rich, let go of his hand and waved at Dorian, the elevator door slowly closed in front of him, "good morning."

"Do you know Dorian?" The elevator continued to descend, and Rich asked curiously, "Is it because of a classmate named Weasley? You should have a classmate named Weasley, right?"

"I didn't have it this year," Nelson said while looking at Rich who kept chanting "weird things", "I encountered a magical accident in the West Side when I was in the first grade, and the wizard who came to deal with it was Mr. Weasley. "

"He seems to have worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters before," Rich said, nodding, "but now he's in the Muggle Liaison Office, which is funny to say, and that's the head of the Wizengamot named Shafik At that time, old Malfoy did not know where to find the evidence of Dorian's passive sabotage. It seemed that he did not come to a meeting with Shafik when he was away on official business. He took this opportunity to knock him down and send him to the Muggle Liaison Office Although the rank has been raised, it is a casual job. Many people say that he has been like this in his life. Who would have thought that within a few months, the biggest beneficiary of Shafiq's downfall is Dorian, the Muggle Liaison Office Instead, it has become one of the most popular departments, and many people have sharpened their heads and want to get in."

"After staying in the Ministry of Magic for a long time, you will see a lot of interesting things," Rich summed up playfully, "Many people are keen to discuss whether their colleagues are squibs, and I think it is more open to question." The question is, do some of the people in this building have any brains."

"Ding dong—"

"Nobby Rich, minister, negative floor, here we are."

An indifferent and stuttering female voice sounded, Rich and Nelson got out of the elevator and walked towards the minister's office.

...

When Nelson signs the entry agreement, everything about him on the ninth floor will fall into silence. On the contrary, those top-secret information that even the minister himself cannot see the whole picture unfolds to him unobstructed. Escorted by two Aurors, he came to Ollivander's wand shop through the Floo network at the logistics office diagonally opposite the minister's office, and took the wand that was delivered by the Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, Carl, and was inside again. Minister Qi's spell-cast key was inlaid on his wand. The black walnut wand was already luxurious and special because of the Knights of the Garter medal on the handle. The small golden key was inlaid into the silver wand just right. In the pattern of the hoop, it looks more like a delicate work of art than a wand that can perform magic to take life or bring the dead back to life.

When Nelson returned to the ninth basement of the Ministry of Magic with his wand, he saw several wizards holding wands in full battle, and Borlux who wanted to punch and kick the black door of the Department of Mysteries.

He raised his head and saw the huge package wrapped in a thick quilt. It stood there quietly and could not be shaken. Even through the package, it was enough to feel a kind of coldness that one didn't want to get close to.

"hiss--"

Nelson gasped, why didn't he send it in the small package he prepared? It was really hard for him to imagine how the penguin and his party sent it across the ocean? Is it pulled by a ferry?

"Here you are, Nelson." Borroux saw Nelson, walked up quickly as if seeing a savior, and said eagerly, "This thing is too heavy and too big, and it is not affected by any magic. There's no way we can shrink it or transform it or apparate it in, and if you don't come, we'll just have to think about having the ministry build a fireplace in there and try the Floo network."

"The Floo network doesn't work either," Nelson shook his head. "In order to ensure that it would not be destroyed or stolen, I cast a protective spell that would allow it to resist any magic."

"Is it that powerful?"

"Mainly because of its special nature."

"Then can you cancel this protective spell?"

"Any magic, Mr. Black, including mine," Nelson said in a deep voice, "If you can ask Professor Dumbledore or...Grindelwald to come, maybe you can try it."

Hearing Grindelwald's name, the surrounding Aurors trembled instinctively.

"Then what should we do?" Borroux shook his head in distress. In order to make up for the consequences of his cheapness, he gritted his teeth and said, "It really can't be done, we can only tear down the door."

"I'll try," Nelson said, stepping forward, standing in front of the package, turning to Borlux and the Aurors, "can you sidestep it? I'm going to open it, I'm not sure what to do next Will it be confidential?"

After bluffing away the people crowded in the corridor, Nelson looked at the package standing in front of him, and the shock from many years ago resurfaced in his heart again. No one will forget the towering black stone door and its magnificent scene of accepting all the souls of the dead. In retrospect, he didn't know if he had eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's guts, and what kind of mentality he had to tear off a corner of the veil.

He stretched out his wand, and after sensing the key on the handle of the wand, the plain black door opened, and the cold air inside the Department of Mysteries blew on Nelson's face, making him feel refreshed. His hand slowly melted away, revealing the black stone door that swallowed a young life in the main venue of the Paris World Expo, and the veil hung on the door beam that is automatic without wind—a poor imitation, but it seems to have the same power.

Death, the ultimate that all life must face, does not allow anyone to desecrate it. Where did Nelson cast any protective spell on it? Alternin Williams had died in that fire eighteen years before, and death tolerated his insolence.

He took a deep breath and waved his magic wand. Under his control, the surrounding walls and the door of the Department of Mysteries slowly expanded and expanded in all directions, and finally became a large doorway that could allow the stone door to pass through.

He raised his wand and walked forward, the ground undulating like water waves, pushed the stone door forward together, and soon entered the hall of the Department of Mysteries.