My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"So he really walked in generously?"

"It's really generous to walk in."

"Just to put a prophecy ball here?"

"Just to put a prophecy ball."

Mr. Nelson and Mr. Boggart walked one after the other between the wooden racks where the prophecy ball was placed. Boggart carefully checked the location where Nelson and Grindelwald had just been found. After confirming that there were no traces of fighting, he asked curiously. Said, "Grindelwald... is he here to see you? Mr. Williams."

"Why do you think so?" Nelson turned his head and asked, "Didn't you just say that he came to play the prophecy ball?"

"I think... tsk," Mr. Boggart carefully confirmed that Nelson's prophecy ball was still there, and then glanced at another one with Grindelwald's name that appeared next to it, and trotted Then he followed up and said, "There have been rumors in the ministry. They said... well, I know you are not that kind of person, forget it, I won't say it."

"What do you mean, it's okay, I've become a habit of being talked about," Nelson blinked and said with a smile, "After all, there are very few pictures of my chocolate frog, so it's normal for them to scold me."

"I'm not scolding you," Bogut wiped the sweat from his brow, panted and whispered while trotting behind Nelson, making his voice intermittent, "When Minister Rich notified the Department of Mysteries When recording you, many people objected. They said that you have lived in Nurmengard for a long time, and you have already betrayed Britain in your heart. You must have a purpose in coming to the Department of Mysteries this time, such as stealing our secrets and so on. .”

"Haha," the double feeling of being poked at the point of laughter and being poked at the heart lingered in Nelson's mind, he scratched his head and asked, "And what did Minister Rich say?"

"Before he came and expressed his opinion, those who opposed were refuted by Ms. Selwyn," Boggart thought of the funny situation that day, and was infected by Nelson's laughter, so he couldn't help laughing She said, "Ms. Selwyn is another colleague of ours in the Department of Mysteries. I don't know if you have seen her. When the Prophecy Hall just officially arrived here, it was she who held the welcome ceremony for me. Although Said it feels like celebrating her grandson's birthday, she manages the brain hall, that place... well, I suggest you don't go to know about it."

Bogut's face showed an expression of accidentally eating filth, and he looked at Nelson with pleading eyes, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"I should have met her," Nelson nodded. "I met her when I first came to the Department of Mysteries. You can continue to talk about the rest."

"Phew, that's good," said the pardoned Boggart, wiping the sweat that dripped down his chin, and laughed, "Puchi," she said, "what's the matter with the rags in the Department of Mysteries?" Easy to steal? If you are really worried that someone is interested in something important, you'd better go home and hide your old lady and mother-in-law together with those shady magic books in the basement! After all, a handsome boy, you don't Have you let us shady old people see the world?’, Haha, although it’s embarrassing and embarrassing to say so, the Department of Mysteries does seem to have nothing good to offer. Although it looks mysterious, the former minister When we came to inspect, everyone was completely clueless about the progress of their own research.”

He hunched over, imitating Ms. Selwyn so vividly that Nelson and himself burst out laughing.

"I think it's just that I don't want to say it, and the phased results may indeed not be able to be summarized," Nelson thought of the brain that would be absorbed by Ron Weasley in the future. It turned out that Searle That's what Ms. Wen did. Although she didn't know what that thing could be used for, it looked pretty powerful. He said, "This Ms. Selwyn... is very hot."

"I heard that she used to be the director of the memory write-off office. After retirement, she always came back to criticize the current director. The minister at the time, Fuli, couldn't stand her, so he transferred her to an institution that studies ancient magic under the Wizengamot. It is full of old wizards with high qualifications, strong abilities, but eccentric tempers like her. It is said that she also wrote a book about the Forgetting Curse, but unfortunately it was not published. I guess it may be because the content is too explosive," Bo Gert gossiped enthusiastically, "After Minister Rich took office and Justice Shafik fell, she was transferred to the darker Department of Mysteries. In short, she ruthlessly refuted those people, and those people Also because she was too old, she was too ashamed to fight back, so she could only turn her head and scold me..."

"Sorry to trouble you," Nelson said apologetically, not expecting that his job search would cause such a big trouble, "You can give me a list of them, and I will find someone to give to their door Throw big shit."

"No... No, Minister Rich asked me to take care of you. I should give you a list of them, so as not to be targeted in the future. I don't know who is behind the tricks, but some of them were just imprisoned in Azka yesterday. Ben, you don't have to worry about me," Bogut said with a smile, "Anyway, you will leave the Department of Mysteries in the future and go to those departments with windows to get promoted. .”

Nelson froze for a moment, looked back at the short man, and said nothing.

"Some people said that day that you helped Minister Rich bring down Justice Shafik and came to power. They were worried that you had too much power at a young age, so they agreed to let you come here, but the Director of the Wizarding Population Office He also said that you have a blood relationship with Judge Shafik, and you are a collateral blood of the Shafik family, which may represent part of the will of those ancient families. Mr. Black from the International Affairs Department said that he is your friend, which means that you are a The good man who saw the old lady crossing the road in the corner alley would go to help him, haha, I believe this, Mr. Williams, you are my son...cough cough cough!"

Mr. Boggart, who ran too fast and talked too much, coughed violently while holding on to the shelf next to him. Nelson raised his eyebrows when he heard half of his words.

"Ahem... the best role model," Mr. Boggart finally finished his sentence after taking and drinking the water Nelson handed over, and Nelson's eyebrows fell back. "Someone said that you and Grindelwald has unresolved hatred, so he should be transferred directly to the Auror office, and lead the charge when Grindelwald attacks... To be honest, I would rather what they say is true, so that I don't have to be in these I've been lost in the messy and contradictory information for so long that it's hard for me to equate the you they say with the boy I saw on the construction site of the Department of Mysteries, plus I'm really afraid of those weights level prophecy, so I have been avoiding you before."

"It doesn't matter." Listening to Bogut's narration, Nelson's eyes flashed a hint of amusement. What they said may be true, but the fragmented narration presents an absurd sense of fragmentation, "I've seen It's an even stranger story."

"Just now... Grindelwald came to the hall of prophecy accompanied by Minister Rich. The minister told me by the way, let me tell you your needs, and I will convey them to the ministry. Then he asked the logistics office to make plates for you. Listen Said that you are here too, Grindelwald will disappear immediately, the minister is worried that he will be bad for you, so let me come to you first and let you leave here first."

Boggart lowered his head in embarrassment, his tone became lower.

"But I am really afraid of his vicious reputation. Before I have time to protect you, I will die first, and I still need your protection... I really can't imagine how a demon who has killed so many people can swagger in and out Our Ministry of Magic, my cousin died at the hands of those bloody saints, he had a son your age, maybe a little younger, born a crazy child with no father and mother , thinking about becoming an Auror after graduation and avenging his father all day long, when I saw his name on the list of Aurors to be admitted, my mood was really complicated. This child inherited his father's courage He Yongwu is not like my younger brother who only hides in this kind of place where the sun cannot be seen, but I am very scared... I am afraid that his mother will lose her only son after losing her husband."

Shaking his head, he walked forward dejectedly, not even noticing that he passed Nelson, who was stepping out of the way.

This is the attitude of ordinary people towards Grindelwald. He is not a reformer like Nelson who has never looked at the past and can chat and laugh with all kinds of big men, nor is he like Tom who has accumulated his own strength and can use his magic wand to kill anyone. The powerful person in his eyes is not a lover like Dumbledore who loves the world and can even understand Grindelwald's ambition. He does not have the patience of Nelson to withdraw from everything and even learn magic from his enemies. He is not as perverse as Tom who dared to provoke Grindelwald, nor is he as patient as Dumbledore trying to use his "love" to influence everything.

He is just one of the hundreds of millions of beings in this world. His special features may only be magic and excellent memory, which gives him a job in the prophecy hall to accompany those prophecies that may never be heard by anyone. Balls work for the rest of their lives, and his life is so fragile. He lost his relatives in the ambition of the "big man", and he couldn't even protect his own son.

He just walked with his head buried in this way, suppressing the emotional outbursts accumulated in the dark underground for many years, thinking of his respected cousin as an Auror, but the habit he developed made him unable to speak loudly or see the edge The wooden frame is like a lonely and deep forest, almost completely swallowing his courage. Grindelwald is no longer here, but he can still feel the feeling that passed from the depths of his soul when he just faced Grindelwald. coming fear.

"do not be afraid."

At some point, a warm hand rested on his shoulder. Bogut raised his head blankly and saw Nelson's smiling face beside him. He was about to apologize for his ecstasy when he saw Nelson wave his hand , the wooden frame filled with prophecy balls in front of the two retreated neatly to the two halves like the personal guards of the royal family, leaving a passage for the two walking side by side in the narrow aisle. Nelson raised his head and walked in After the wooden frame moved to the sides, the huge prophecy hall looked much wider. In the distance, on the small wooden table, dim lights were cast from the desk lamp that had accompanied Boggart for many years, warming the owner's sight.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, isn't Grindelwald alone?" Nelson had thought that Mr. Boggart might be a character specially arranged by Rich or someone to make him stand firm, and he even guessed Who is the cousin’s son that Boggart said, but it doesn’t matter, and he didn’t want to think about it. He just patted Boggart on the shoulder and said softly, “Didn’t they have a lot of love for me?” Discussion? You don’t have to be afraid of him, no matter which one it’s based on, do you?”

"ah?"

"If I really belong to Nurmengard as the rumors say, then I know Grindelwald so well, you will not be hurt," Nelson smiled, "If I match another rumor, then If an unavoidable war really breaks out, I will only fall in front of you, and please rest assured that I will not fall... Let me tell you a secret, I just had a duel with Grindelwald, and the winner is I."

"Really...really?" Boggart's eyes trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"This is another rumor that only you know about." Nelson raised his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture at him, "Didn't you just say that Minister Rich asked me to tell you my needs?"

"Ah... yes."

"It just so happens that I need some materials to advance my research," Nelson said earnestly, "By the way, some of them need to be obtained from Ilvermorny. Come to my office with me. I will hand over the letter to you."

"Okay, I'll lock the door and go with you."

"By the way, your nephew, should it be a nephew? A cousin?" Nelson asked. "A sixth-year student at Hogwarts? Seventh grade in September? A Gryffindor?"

"How did you guess that?"

Bogut asked in amazement, and began to recall whether he had revealed any information about his nephew just now. The memory of ordinary people allowed him to recall every sentence in the conversation with Nelson without hindrance. The key to confirming that he did not reveal anything After receiving the information, he was even more surprised and awed by Nelson's speculation, and subconsciously said, "Is it a prophecy?"

"No, it's just that I happen to know such a boy." Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Alastor Moody, right? If you don't want to make his future job so dangerous, I can help you persuade him."

"It's him..." Bogut replied blankly, "I really... just... well, I think I should respect his choice, after all, I have no position to make decisions for him, and my cousin , she was once an Auror, and she would only wake up when she heard about Alastor's ideals."

"Well." Nelson nodded, "Can you ask him if he lacks an internship? If you have nothing to do during the holidays, come and help me. If you have something to do...that's okay, come and help me after you turn it down."

"Uh...huh?"

"He'll agree," Nelson said, "whoever just happened to teach him fighting needs a finishing touch."

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