My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is this Newmondgard?"

Lori ran quickly to the window and looked at the endless wilderness. Hundreds of wizarding families settled in the outskirts of Newmontgard. The continuous fields were planted with distinctive crops and presented bright splicing color blocks. People are refreshing.

At this time, it was the morning, and some people who had gotten up late had just raised the smoke of cooking, these smoke containing the aroma of food rose in a circle, and merged into the thin morning mist above the head, making the distant Alps visible.

Of course, there are hard-working people who have eaten breakfast early and go out to work. In the wheat field not far away, a witch like a peasant woman is waving a magic wand, and the grain-filled wheat ears lined up neatly and jumped into the big next to her. Inside the bag, the mouth of the bag opens and closes, chewing like a big mouth, and spit out some straw and wheat bran at intervals.

For both wizards and Muggles, autumn is always the harvest season.

"Not bad." Luo Lian raised her hand on her forehead, blocking the sun rising from the top of the rolling mountain range in the distance, looked around curiously, and asked, "Mr. Andre, I see that there is a whole area around the castle. Open space, can I grow some vegetables here too?"

"Of course." It was Zweig who was answering her. "In Newmontgard, anyone can build what they want in any clearing, as long as it has value."

"Okay!" Luo Lian waved his hand, picked up the puppy in his arms and swayed in the air, "Dinkas, this is our new home. There are so many mages like me."

Dinkas was disgusted by the shaking, but he drooped his tongue feebly and stared at her blankly.

"What? Are you unhappy?"

Seeing that Luo Lian seemed to be holding herself in circles again, Dinkas nodded quickly and yelled weakly.

"It seems that Dinkas also likes it here." Luo Lian was happier, turning around and showing a bright smile at Andre, "Thank you, Mr. Andre."

"You're welcome." Andrei coughed twice. The old man was a little ashamed. After all, he didn't do anything. He reached out to Zweig and said, "About planting, you can ask Zweig for help. He It's an expert in this area."

"Mr. Zweig." Nelson, who helped Newt put on makeup, suddenly turned his head and asked, "Can I ask what the magic of the mover is?"

"It's a phantom shift performed by multiple people." Zweig explained.

"It's amazing to be able to move such a big castle over. I have to say that your efficiency is really high." Nelson first praised him, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "I have no intention of questioning the professionalism of your team. Sex, but I would like to ask, when you moved this castle, did you bring the foundation?"

"What is the foundation?" Zweig's speech was still so concise.

"Then I feel that the sofa is getting more and more slanted. It should not be the physical illusion caused by the phantom shift." Nelson slipped off the sofa, grabbed Newt's arm tightly, and looked at Zweig's eyes and said seriously, I feel right, this castle should be about to fall."

"Crack—"

As if to confirm his words, a lightning-like crack suddenly cracked on the white wall of the living room. The primitive stone bricks were exposed from under the wall skin. They intertwined like canine teeth. They were reluctant to bear the fate of hundreds of years, but they rubbed against each other. After all, the force couldn't compete with gravity. Following the crack, the load-bearing wall slowly split in half like a tree root split by an axe.

"I'm cracked."

Nelson murmured, he clutched Newt's forearm tightly, and the darkness of urgency came from all directions, and in the next instant, he had followed him into the garden downstairs of the castle.

Dust burst out from the cracked holes in all directions of the castle, Nelson rubbed his eyes, Dinkas was transforming into a huge body of a giant dragon, firmly holding on to the fallen wall of the castle, protecting himself and his master's home.

"What's the matter with you!" Nelson followed the scolding reputation, Zweig was standing at the foot of the castle, scolding a few wizards in black robes, and wearing a white hard hat. , Like a supervisor on a construction site, the man who didn’t know what the foundation was a few seconds ago was saying loudly, “Didn’t I teach you? You need to move the foundation together. You know what a foundation is when you move a house. Does this house become like this because it did not bring a foundation! Do you deserve to be called professionals like this? Do you know what security is!"

He put his arms in his arms and watched with a sullen face as the construction team of black-robed wizards was busy repairing the castle, while snorting coldly: "If this castle collapses, you will be responsible!"

The repair work of the wizards made Nelson an eye-opener. He watched the black-robed wizards continuously cast spells on the castle in the air on their broomsticks. The two wizards bound the castle firmly with the thick chains extending from the tips of their wands, one left and one right The ground was suspended on both sides of the castle, and several other wizards went up and down to and fro around the biggest crack, constantly filling the cracks with a white foam-like colloid. After a while, it dried and became like the castle walls. The material.

"Is it really good to build a house like this?" Nelson opened his mouth and said to himself, looking in the direction of the castle.

"I have to say that although the saints of Newmondgard think and think I cannot agree, their professional ability in construction is still amazing." Newt exclaimed, "Really, I was The wizard team who came to repair our house is not as professional as they are."

"Are you serious?" Nelson squinted at him, trying hard to find a joking expression on Newt's face, but he quickly became disappointed, and said with lingering fear, "It turns out that the wizard is doing this. Of the house."

"Have you not seen it? Oh! Forgot that you were from Muggle." Newt turned his head, glanced at Nelson strangely, and then said, "I've learned a lot, isn't it much better than Muggle engineering?"

"One said one, indeed." Nelson nodded against his will and stared at the construction site intently. No matter how outrageous the construction method, a man's instinct that the construction site will always stop and watch will not change.

There was a false alarm. In less than ten minutes, the castle was "completed". Nelson looked at the castle with a bitter face-this is still a castle without a foundation, and the castle is covered with x-shaped patches. , Because of filling the cracks, the castle is a lot fatter than before. The original Gothic slender buildings have become top-heavy and look a little chunky.

Nelson dared not go in again, he suggested that a group of people go to eat in the restaurant he frequented.

"I'll treat," he said vowedly. "Anyway, the account is on Grindelwald."

After arriving in Newmontgard, except for the first time that Grindelwald took to the cemetery on the outskirts of the mountain, Nelson hadn't gone out and turned around. This time, he had a good taste of the way to the Black Tower Library. The charm of this special wizarding city.

The wizards on the street speak different languages ​​and do all kinds of businesses. Men, women and children, yellow, white, black and red. Wizards from all over the world gather here for different reasons. Most of them are not in the wizarding world. The spread of ambition to rule the world, they just yearn for the world in which Grindelwald described wizards to live freely.

"Unexpectedly, there are so many ordinary people in Newmondgard." Unlike Luo Liane, who has been looking around curiously all the way, Newt is also looking at the corners of the streets of Newmondgard, but his eyes are constantly changing. Jumping back and forth between ordinary faces.

"Newt, in your eyes, what kind of place should Neumongaard be?" Hearing Newt's sigh, Andre asked curiously, his words didn't smell so much gunpowder.

"I have dealt with many of you, and I have seen your offer of reward. This is also the reason why I was so nervous when I met you in the first place." Newt said, "In my impression, the saints are It is some dark wizards with high skills or high positions. They are often the kind of recognized elites, and I think Grindelwald's theory can easily attract the kind of self-proclaimed elites and otherworldly guys."

"Aren't you a recognized elite?" Andre said with a curled lip, "but this world can't be run by the elite alone, and what is an elite, a guy who is very good at dueling, or very good at calculating? Are farmers who are good at farming an elite? Are knowledgeable scholars an elite? Are the construction teams under Zweig an elite? They are not good at duels and have little power."

"This..." Newt was speechless for a while.

"I think it's a good thing that you can come to Newmontgard. The prejudice against us from the outside world is too serious. What we never think of is to let the so-called elites occupy high positions and rule others high above the ground, but to let every wizard Perform their duties in their own fields, so that every wizard will become an out-and-out elite in the cause they are willing to devote their lives to."

"Is that so?" Newt's expression was a little dazed.

"You still need to see these things for yourself, Mr. Scamander." White reminded in a low voice, "Andre is a demonstrative elite, that's why Grindelwald put him next to me."

"Miss White, you—" Newt slowed his mind, took a deep look at White, stopped talking, and stopped talking.

Nelson did not pay attention to the conversation between them. His thoughts were when Andre said, "Is the construction team under Zweig's elite?" That sentence has already drifted away, and he is a little worried about his residence. Did they build it? I guess it’s hard to sleep tonight...

The group walked thoughtfully through the streets until Nelson saw the spire of the Dark Tower Library appear on the top of the building in front.

"We're here." Passing through an alley full of strange shops, everyone saw a tower that was only slightly inferior to Grindelwald's residence. Nelson led them to the hotel while introducing the surrounding environment. "The place where I live is easy to find. It's on the top of the tower-the black tower is the public library in Newmontgard. It is the second most prominent building here."

"Hello, Mr. Wiltening." As soon as he entered the door, the waiter of the restaurant greeted him, "What would you like to eat?"

"I don't see that you are quite famous, even the people in the restaurant know you." Newt exclaimed, "but are you not Williams? What Wiltening?"

"I just come here to eat often, and it's a bad deal. They have to remember me." Nelson turned back to respond, then turned back to the waiter and asked, "We have, uh, one, two, three, four... six people here. , Is there any recommended set meal? Drink another order."

"Nelson is a great celebrity here..." White smiled, covering his mouth. "There is also a statue in Newmontgard that was specially erected for him, because of his amazing artistic attainments—"

"Sister, I beg you." Nelson interrupted White's tiger wolf speech, covering his face. "Let's see what we eat first."

"Mr. Wiltening," the waiter brought a menu from the front desk and introduced, "I suggest that you choose our newly launched "business unsuccessful" set meal, which can be matched with "Saints still need to work hard". 'Drink package, there are just two non-alcoholic beverages in it, this package is our latest Chinese food, do you know whether you know Chinese food... It will definitely bring you a brand new dining experience, and about these two packages The name also has a very inspiring allusion..."

"Can you do it?" Nelson turned around and asked everyone. "Chinese food requires chopsticks. Can you make it?"

"I can, I will." White nodded first, "I can use all types of tableware."

"I can too," Newt said. "I have been to China to observe fireballs and have eaten Lu dishes for more than a month. It's good except it's a bit salty."

"What about you? Mr. Andre?" Newt raised his eyebrows at Andre. "You can't use chopsticks?"

"What are you talking about?" Andre's scarred old face was flushed, and even his neck looked a little red. He cast his gaze on Luo Liane, with a hint of hope in his eyes, and said, "I will definitely use it, but this It depends on Miss Lorian, she is the real guest, and we must consider—"

"I know how to use it. I have always used chopsticks since I was little." Luo Lian said without waiting for him to finish, "Don't worry about me."

"Andre, then I'll order it." Nelson's gaze stayed on Andre's struggling face for a long time, and seeing that he closed his eyes as if appointed, he said to the waiter, "Then come here. Let’s have two sets. Let’s find a place for us first."

"Okay, please follow me."

"Nelson, let's continue to talk about topics that have not been finished before, lest I forget it later." As soon as I sat at the table, Andre opened the chat box and said to Nelson~www.readwn.com~Grindelwald Adults mean, I’m afraid that you are bored here alone, and he has no time to teach you recently, so let me take you to find something to do. By the way, I don’t want you to fall into the practice of magic. I don’t worry about magic. But find something to do, mainly because the wizard hasn’t made any big moves recently.... Do you have any ideas? "

"So what's the normal thing for me to do?" Nelson asked, "I feel that my previous trip to Krakow was pretty good. I have to get a little bit of it with magic. It's really impossible. I'm here. Forget working in restaurants."

"Actually, you can go again in a few months." Andre said mysteriously. "The application received by the German Muggle government to build a concentration camp in Auschwitz, south of Krakow, has been approved. It is estimated that I’ve been busy during this period. If you’re interested, you can stay there for a while at this time next year. There are some magical things to do."

"whats the matter?"

"Magic thing."

"Okay." Nelson didn't want to talk to the riddler, so he skipped the topic and asked, "what's the matter then?"

"There happens to be something," it can be seen that Andre has been preparing this sentence for a long time, "this thing is not big or small, but it is most appropriate for you to do it." Jumping to Hogg Woz's my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 106 "Professional Team" Green Reading-Hogwarts's My Classmate is Voldemort

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