My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hey, where are we?" Stepping out of the fireplace, Nelson grabbed Zweig's extended arm and stepped out from the ashes. Several wizards in black robes hurried up to clean up the dirt on him. Hui, "It's noon, why is it so cold?"

Nelson clasped his hands together and rubbed vigorously. The hot air exhaled from his mouth condensed into a white mist and quickly dissipated into the air. He looked around, and there was no snow-capped scenery as he had imagined. They were in a lush and green virgin coniferous forest. The lush trees were crowded together and growing tenaciously, covering the heavy snow on top of their heads. But the scene at this moment is a bit funny. There is a gorgeous burning fireplace in the dense virgin forest, which seems to have been directly moved out of a certain mansion.

The public trial for Dumbledore was scheduled for the evening, so at noon on September 16, the group set off early. Since the Floo network in Germany had been cut off, they had to go to Bulgaria and arrived here via the Floo network there. , but the desolate and primitive scene here makes one wonder if they have gone to the wrong place.

"Let me see what the newspaper said." Zweig was wearing a slim suit, and he took out a stack of newspapers from his narrow pocket and looked through it. It seemed that the pocket had been cast with a traceless stretching spell.

"It may be Northern Europe, or it may be Siberia." Barry bent down, picked up a smear of dirt on the ground, and pretended to check it out. White was calling back the man in black who came up and brushed the dust off his body affectionately. Twisting his neck, avoiding White's movements, he spread his hands and said helplessly, "I don't know too well, but I remember that there should be more pine trees in these places."

"This is Siberia." Andre, who had just stepped out of the fireplace, breathed in the cold and pure air in the forest forcefully, and even the scars on his face softened, "The smell of political prisoners and potatoes, I'm so overwhelmed." It's too familiar."

"Don't make it seem like you've been through a lot of things," White snorted, not expecting that her level of education was not bad. "The Muggles here have only been purged since 1930, and you were blowing cold winds in the United States at that time."

"I just imagined that every time we go to a place, we must have a sense of immersive substitution." Andre's expression collapsed instantly, and he continued to quibble, "Besides, I am really familiar with Siberia, and I am young. when……"

"The Bulgarian newspaper said that when you come out of the fireplace, go west." Zweig interrupted Andre's old man's imagination.

"Guide to the north." Nelson held the wand in the palm of his hand. It slowly floated up and rotated, and finally pointed in one direction and stopped moving. Nelson led the crowd to the west, and soon came to a cliff with sparse vegetation and no trees. Under the cover, the bitter cold wind mixed with salty ice slag hit everyone, and everyone wrapped their robes tightly.

They looked around the cliff. From time to time, wizards emerged from different parts of the forest alone or in groups. They looked at each other. From time to time, wizards shouted in Bulgarian, as if they were asking for directions.

"We are in Norway." Under the cliff is another dense forest that grows better. Looking at the winding and broken coastline in the distance, he said conclusively, "As far as I know, the west of the Soviet Union is not the sea."

"It doesn't matter, and I actually know Norway very well. I think when I was in Norway—"

"Look over there." Andre's imagination of the elderly was ruthlessly interrupted by Barry. He raised his finger and pointed to the middle of the forest under the cliff, where a large open space was artificially cleared, a huge, magnificent green The Colosseum-like building is located in it, and several clusters of huge torches are burning on the top of the tall Roman columns. He smacked his lips and sighed, "As expected of Albus Dumbledore, the trial of him It’s such a big deal.”

"I'll go ahead to find out the way." After saying that, without waiting for the reaction of the people around him, he disappeared in a flash, and the apparition disappeared.

"He's always been so careless, otherwise he wouldn't have been arrested by Muggles as mentally ill." Andre continued to tell what he saw and heard in Norway, looking in the direction of the huge building.

After a while he had already talked about the story that he provided inspiration for Ibsen, who was writing "A Doll's House". When encountering and rescuing an explorer named Amundsen in Antarctica, a frozen owl interrupted the conversation.

It fell headlong from the sky and landed in Nelson's arms. The little thing was shivering from the cold, and Nelson struggled to loosen its frozen feathers, and pulled out a rolled up sheepskin from the letter box on his feet. Paper, written on the back: To Nelson Williams.

Untie the knot, and the ice balls kept falling, with only one sentence written on it: I will wait for you at the east gate.

Nelson asked the black-robed man standing next to him for some jerky to feed it, and when it fully recovered, Barry also appeared in front of everyone.

"Let's go quickly, not to mention that there are quite a lot of people here today." He looked at Nelson who was releasing the little owl, stepped up and grabbed Nelson's arm, "You don't know how to Apparate yet. "

"Yes." Nelson broke free quietly and grabbed Zweig's arm, "Mr. Zweig, take me there, to the east door."

Zweig nodded. Hearing this, White turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Nelson, motioning, "Are you going to slip?"

Nelson shook his head, and after a moment of suffocation and darkness, he appeared on the east side of the Colosseum.

Standing on the edge of a cliff in the distance and looking down, he couldn't see the magnificence of this building at all. He stood at the foot of a huge Roman column, and he couldn't see the top at a glance, only the flames at the top were blown by the cold wind. Under the disturbance, black smoke drifted around.

"Nelson, have you made an appointment?" Zweig asked in a low voice, looking at the growing crowd around him.

"Yes, I will find you after the trial is over." Nelson had already seen a black-haired figure wearing a tartan coat of the same style and a different color as himself not far away.

"Okay," Zweig hesitated for a while, took off the golden pendant with the Deathly Hallows logo from his neck, and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket, "You take this, we will find your location later , there are a lot of people here, and it's very mixed, you must be careful." After speaking, his figure blurred and disappeared in place.

"It's so heavy." Nelson stuck out his tongue, adjusted the collar of his coat, and sneaked behind Tom, trying to scare him. Just as he stretched out his evil black hand, Tom suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "You don't think this trick can frighten me."

In the primeval forest of Norway, in front of the Wizengamot's court, in the icy cold wind, the two held hands tightly.

"Let's go in first." Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder. "There are already a lot of people here. It is said that the audience for this public trial is bigger than the last Quidditch World Cup. It may not be possible to get a seat if it is too late."

The two entered through the east gate and turned to the south-facing grandstand. The pale sunlight shone on Nelson's body, and Nelson felt the coldness on his body dissipate. Empty seats are already sparse, there are not many left.

The interior of the Colosseum is a structure similar to a modern stadium. There are thousands of seats in the three-tiered auditorium. The central prototype venue is slowly being separated from the middle, revealing the palace of Westminster meeting underneath. The structure of the hall - circles of red dragon leather high-back seats with uniform colors spiral downwards, the floor is solemn black, the whole structure is in the shape of a sinkhole, and there is an upwardly raised black hole in the center and bottom of the sinkhole. On the high platform, there is a stone speech table in the center, which will be the focus of all eyes in the venue today. It can't help but remind people of a politician full of ideals who impassionedly stated his ambition and commitment to the country in Congress. hope.

Those red dragon-skin high-back chairs were reserved for members of the Wizengamot, but the number was far more than fifty. It seemed that due to the importance of the matter, they also invited legal institutions from other countries. There are also very few people on the first stage at the moment, and this place is reserved for juries from all over the world.

"It's really Dumbledore." Nelson sighed, "How can I get this kind of treatment in one trial."

"What's this? You will have it too." Tom seemed to realize that what he said was unlucky, and stuck out his tongue in embarrassment. "I mean, he came to stand trial after all. He is a sinner."

"That's not known yet." Nelson shook his head and narrowed his eyes towards the central podium.

"Aren't you going to make a prediction?" Tom asked curiously, "How about predicting Azkaban for eighty years?"

"How can this kind of thing be predicted, unless I control the Wizengamot's black box operation." Nelson rolled his eyes, "Besides, I really don't know how to predict."

"No, you will," said Tom firmly. "Do you remember telling Alphard on the train, 'You'll take your talent to Quidditch'? As you might expect, he succeeded. gone."

"Has he been picked by the Slytherin team?"

"No, he was chosen by the school to be a Quidditch commentator."

"..."

The two chatted happily, sharing the new things that happened during the few days apart. Many wizards saw business opportunities from the people waiting in the stands, and they all pushed small carts to sell snacks and drinks.

"By the way, I found clues about the Slytherin treasure in the school history."

"What?"

"It's a—"

Tom's words were interrupted by movement in the middle of the field.

An old wizard in a silver robe stepped onto the high platform, pointed his wand to his throat, and then made a deafening sound.

"quiet."

The messy venue fell silent in an instant.

Albus Dumbledore walked towards the trial seat along the special passage with a calm expression, followed by two rows of heavily armed Aurors, he walked to the lecture table and stood still, and looked deeply in the direction of the south stand.

Nelson also looked at him, and their eyes met in the air.