My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Are there not many people here?"

Looking at the empty streets, Nelson sighed, "Has it always been this small, or has it only become so small since you came here?"

"It used to be very rare," said Borgin Bock, stopping in front of an old shop facing the street. A dummy bowed in salute in the dusty window, which was also scattered with some German fashions from ten years ago. Accessories and rags, the original bright and bright dried flowers have long since become dull and look like they will be broken when touched. This seems to be a clothing store that has closed down more than ten years ago. Borgin Bock raised his hand and put his palm Sticking to the creaking wooden door, he turned his head and said, "Didn't the Germans like to fight in the past? People who didn't want to go to the battlefield all moved out of their capital, and what was left behind that could carry it? Guns ? Yes, any man who could carry a gun was captured and killed by that crazy Muggle, and when we came, there was no one here."

"Looks like it too," Nelson nodded. "Look at this clothing store. It hasn't been opened for about ten years. I know that the Muggles in Germany have always had a bad economy."

"You also have research on this?" Borgin Bock cheerfully fiddled with the wooden door. The metal decoration on the door was sharp and hard. He took a breath and pressed his palm firmly on the pattern. After a while, his face turned pale Getting up, he looked at Nelson and said with a smile, "But you've been mistaken this time."

"oh?"

"Until I bought this shop with the money that can only buy a toilet in London, it is still open, and it can even be called the busiest shop on this street, selling some cloth, hardware, kerosene, etc. A consumable or something."

The metal pattern on the wooden door protruded outwards, clasping his fingers like a vampire's teeth, the skin oozes blood from every place that can be touched, the wooden door made a horrible swallowing sound, and Bojin Bok also showed an expression of unbearable pain.

In order to distract his attention and ease the pain, he forced himself to continue, "Men have gone to war, and even some women and children who can carry guns have also gone to the battlefield and died inexplicably. Among the Muggle officials who gamble, there are not many people left who can earn a few big bucks. During the famine years, these poor widows bought a piece of cloth to make clothes for the whole family, and the price was too high, not to mention..."

The loss of blood blinded Borgin Bock and almost fell down. He thought Karkaroff would come up to help him, but Nelson just stood there watching, and it took him a lot of effort to recover. He waved his hand and continued: "What's more, who can see those beautiful clothes? I used to have a niece, probably hundreds of years ago, who dressed up every day to show my sweetheart. Later, her father buried the kid Now, that girl never wore beautiful clothes again, I can probably understand, when I was young, the girl next door was sick for a few days, and I went out in pajamas during that time... I don’t know if Muggles can talk It’s about love, but that’s probably how it works.”

The door sucked enough blood, let out a sigh of satisfaction, the sound of the hinges came from behind the door, the wooden door seemed to be much heavier than an iron block of the same size, after slowly moving out for a while, revealing a A deep tunnel of pungent perfume.

"Tsk, that's the smell," Borgin Bock took out a bottle of crimson liquid and quickly drank it up, pointed his nose at the tunnel, fanned it a few times, and said intoxicated, "It's so delicious, every time I smell it, I feel like it's delicious. Reminds me of the beautiful face of Henry II's wife..."

"Is it the perfume that Henry II gave to the Queen?" Nelson sniffed the scent and raised his eyebrows, looking like an eager antique collector, "Is that cursed magic perfume that Glass spent fifteen years making?" ?”

"You really know the goods!" Borgin Bock bent down, stretched out his hand towards the tunnel, and said in a deep voice, "Welcome, you are the first guest to set foot in the treasure house."

"Okay," Nelson walked up to Moody, handed him a pocket watch, patted him on the shoulder, and said bluntly, "You wait outside, and if I don't come back within an hour, you will take this The shop and its foundations were blown up to the sky."

"Don't worry, the objects worthy of your eyes won't take so long," Borgin Bock walked into the tunnel and led the way, a familiar voice came from the slowly closing door, "I will remind you of the time, I just hope You don't want to linger."

Moody found a bench by the side of the road and sat down. He wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while. In his opinion, Nelson didn't need his vigilance at all, but he opened the pocket watch and checked the time.

Moody only felt a huge force coming from his hand, the pocket watch seemed to break free from his palm, he clenched his fists quickly, but in the next second, a pair of silver elytra protruded from between his fingers, Moody felt his feet were empty, Under the traction of the pocket watch, he flew into the air together with the bench under his buttocks, shuttled over the sky of Berlin, he felt a kind of icy cold touch on his body, lowered his head, the scattered pedestrians did not notice the sky In this flying chair.

Moody didn't know where this pocket watch would take him, but the tension and happiness in the face of danger had made his blood flow quicker, his forehead hot, and alive again.

...

"Hey, are you here again?"

As deserted as the streets of Berlin are, Diagonal Alley is as bustling. With the arrival of summer vacation, there are countless children here, little wizards or Muggle children, as well as their parents who lead them.

Christian, dressed in a black dress as if attending a funeral, stood on the side of the road in the middle of Diagonal Alley, staring at the glass-enclosed house, submerged in the coming and going of families.

A familiar voice disturbed her thoughts, she turned her head, and Aibo from the chocolate frog shop stood behind her, and asked happily: "Come to play in Slant Side Alley? Have you fallen in love with this place?"

"Well," Christian bowed his head politely and said, "I'm here to take a stroll."

"You had fun watching today, ma'am," Abbott said excitedly, pulling Christian aside mysteriously. "Haven't you always been curious about the Aurors and the Ministry of Magic? Today the Minister of Magic Nobby Lee I'm going to come to Dipside Lane with the Mayor of London to give a speech and announce some new policies that will help the development."

"Really?" Christian asked in a low voice with a surprised expression, "Minister of Magic?"

"Yes," Aibo raised his eyebrows, "There will definitely be a lot of Aurors coming to protect them, so you can watch as much as you want!"

"Auror... But isn't the point the Minister of Magic?"

"Tsk, you haven't seen it anyway, aren't you more interested in Aurors?" Aibo said, "I will give you a few copies of the "Daily Prophet" today, and there are four Minister Rich's faces in every three issues on average. I'm tired of looking at it."

"When is it?"

"About an hour and a half later." Aibo said cheerfully, "I didn't expect that I came to Diagonal Alley twice this month, and I ran into you every time, miss, let's go to the store later, we Customers are invited to try some new products.”

After introducing the new products with great interest, Aibo, who started to suggest Christian to buy some bright-colored clothes, noticed that she had a troubled expression on her face, and her voice gradually quieted down, asking, "Are you doing anything later?"

"Well," Christian nodded, and said, "I'm going to pick up someone at King's Cross Station, and the bus will arrive in an hour. I'm thinking of buying some desserts for him here."

"Him?" Ai Bo's face changed, and his words became eager.

Christian noticed his strange color, smiled and stroked a lock of hair hanging from his forehead behind his ear, and shook his head: "It's my brother."

"Oh!" The smile on Aibo's face came back again, he patted his head and said, "How can you pick up people by yourself? I'll take you there! It just so happens that my family just bought a Muggle car, which can hold luggage .”

Christian wanted to decline, but under Aibo's various invitations, she still walked into the chocolate frog specialty store.

"Seriously, I strongly recommend that you buy some brightly colored clothes, it will make you look more beautiful, miss."

"I just prefer black..."

"Believe me, miss, to tell the truth, I am a painter, and I have a keen grasp of color."

"It's even harder for me to believe you..."

...

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what do you do, miss?"

Aibo leaned on the mottled hood of this car that looked like it had just been beaten by Transformers. It was a brand new car forty-five minutes ago. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked, "Is your brother a Are you a soldier? Why are you back at this time?"

"I am a student."

"College student? That's what Muggles call it, right?" Aibo raised his eyebrows, "I guess you're a student of art or literature, and you can see that kind of temperament at a glance."

"Uh..." Christian thought for a while, not knowing how to answer him, shook his head, and continued, "My brother is looking for a job, and he's going for an interview today."

"I hope he can be hired. Of course, I am personally willing to help you cast the confusion spell on his supervisor. The confusion spell...don't worry, it's not black magic, it just makes people make decisions in a daze," noted in the note After Christian's expression became more and more strange, Ai Bo changed his words again, "Actually, our family is quite short of people now, you know, we are expanding our business, maybe we can ask your brother to help, I think He should be a person with outstanding ability and knowledge, so he will have a sister like you."

"Uh...he...yes," Christian was confused by Aibo's strange speech, she shook her head and said, "He's going to interview for the position of teacher, which is his dream all along."

"Scholarly family!" Aibo was in awe, and sent Christian a chocolate frog by the way.

There was a faint siren sound in the empty station, but no passengers came out. After a while, a young black-haired man in a robe came out with a suitcase. The moment he saw him, Ai Bo's expression changed.

"Tom Riddle..."

Tom didn't seem to notice anyone on the road, or didn't expect that someone would pick him up at the station gate at this point. He looked around, but didn't see Christian and Aibo behind the car. After confirming that there were no idlers , He stroked his hair, reached his neckline again, and loosened his tie.

While he was making movements, the robe on his body quickly transformed into a set of common clothes that can be seen everywhere in London.

Tom walked out of the station and walked along the sidewalk towards the west side. When he passed the alley where many stories happened, he took two steel coins from his pocket and threw them in front of the beggar.

"Why is he here..."

Just when Aibo was curious about Tom's whereabouts, Christian jumped out suddenly, waved at Tom's back, and shouted.

"Tom!"

"Um?"

Tom and Aibo made doubtful sounds almost at the same time.

Except for the first two years, Tom has never been home alone or with Nelson, and he has never enjoyed the feeling of being picked up. He stopped, turned around, and looked at Christian with some embarrassment, but soon He smiled and walked towards her.

After noticing the car and Aibo beside Christian, his expression changed quickly again.

"Didn't you just ask Gnar to send one to Germany..."

He shook his head, looked at Aibo, and walked towards Christian.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Aibo looked at Christian and asked suspiciously, "You...your brother is Tom Riddle?"

"yes."

"Are you a witch?"

"yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?" was swallowed as soon as it came to his mouth. He thought about it, and thought that the other party was a Muggle all along. He didn't even give her a chance to refute. He smiled awkwardly, looking To the unfriendly Tom.

"Have you finished asking?"

"Um."

"Are you... the painter who painted me?"

"I'm not a painter yet," Aibo rubbed his hands, obviously a little older than Tom, but he was more nervous, "Uh, I still need some time."

...

The atmosphere in the car was a bit awkward, and there was curiosity in the silence, but none of the three people spoke. Compared with when he came, Aibo’s momentum of catching and bumping was gone. He gripped the steering wheel and silently recited the The driving formula below.

The silent car drove slowly across the street, and people expressed their full curiosity about the bruised accident car. When passing by the inclined side alley, the amplified voice of Nobby Rich floated slowly.

"...the result of a handshake is mutual progress...I am honored..."

Tom leaned against the rear window and listened to Rich's speech, occasionally glancing at the two people in the front row.

"...we replace...efficiency...by non-magical means..."

"Oh, it feels like something is going to happen."

Tom said casually, and took out his wand from his pocket.

"...eliminated, abandoned by the times...protecting precious magical animals and resources...mass-produced alternative materials..."

"It's not like the speech Gnar showed me."

Tom's eyes burst out with alertness. He raised his head suddenly, leaned forward, and pressed Christian on the co-pilot. After hesitating for a second, he pressed Aibo's face on the steering wheel as well.

"what are you doing?"

Before Aibo’s voice reached Tom’s ears, it was drowned out by the aftermath of the explosion in the direction of Diagonal Alley. When he regained his composure, Tom had disappeared with the box, and the commotion in Diagonal Bien Alley poured into his ears.

"You can't do that, Richie!"