My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This ‘I never know if today is the end before sunrise’... what is it?"

"Mr. Williams, this is our new random breakfast service. A professional fortuneteller will tell you in the back kitchen what is the most suitable breakfast today." The waiters in the restaurant downstairs enthusiastically promoted them. The new business, "Sir, the staff of our restaurant have tried to eat the new products before they are launched to ensure that each kind of breakfast has a unique flavor, and the fortunetellers we hire are indeed very powerful!"

"How do you say?" After talking with Tom last night, Nelson became interested in the wizard who claimed to have the ability to predict. "Is his divination very effective?"

"Very efficacious, sir." The waiter looked around, as if worried that this conversation would be heard by someone, approached his face and whispered, "That gentleman is the famous fortune-teller Cassandra Te I can’t tell you too much about Lilauni’s great-grandson, but he told a colleague of mine that he needed a bottle of apple cider vinegar for breakfast. Sure enough—” (Note: see the author.)

"Sure enough?" Nelson was also aroused by his mysterious remarks.

"Sure enough, after get off work, he got a positive response to his girlfriend's proposal!"

"Oh this..." Nelson took off his hat and scratched his head. He didn't discuss why a prophet would do this kind of work in a restaurant. He thought that this young man was splashed with apple cider vinegar when he went out. "What does this have to do with apple cider vinegar? Does it matter?"

"Of course, sir." The waiter showed an admiring expression, clasped his hands together, as if praying for the same good luck for himself, "My colleague is Gemini, you know, the lucky fruit of Gemini is an apple."

"..."

"What's the matter, sir?" The waiter saw Nelson standing in place with a tangled face, slowly putting his hat back on with a movement similar to a pioneer mechanical dance step, and asked with concern, "If there is a taboo, we will Help you eliminate it from the random options. If you are not satisfied with this package, we will have other categories to choose from."

"I think it's good." Nelson shook his head. "Give me a copy of this sunrise package, but remember to wait until the person I'm waiting for arrives. This is for him to order."

"and you?"

"Give me a mullet, no meat, but sweet."

"Okay." The waiter noted on the menu, nodded and prepared to retreat to the kitchen.

"Wait," Nelson suddenly called to the waiter who had opened the door curtain. After struggling for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Do you know what the lucky fruit of Capricorn is?"

"Pitaya?"

"Uh...Can you make me a dragon fruit mullet?" Nelson said quickly, "Of course, I just asked casually, and it just happened that today I want to eat dragon fruit."

"I understand, sir." The waiter smiled and waved the menu in his hand, opened the door curtain and retreated to the kitchen. "But sir, I have to remind you that the dragon fruit may not be so delicious when it is made into jam. ."

"It doesn't matter, I have always had a high tolerance for food."

Walking to a window seat, Nelson leaned on the chair with his cane, took off his hat and put it on the tip of the cane, put his arm on the table, leaning on his chin and watching the flow of people coming and going outside the window.

After a while, the waiter brought a huge tray and put down a plate and a large bowl "bang".

"The sunrise set meal will be served later, the person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet."

"Sorry, sir, this is the dragon fruit pita bread you ordered."

Hearing the waiter’s apology, Nelson turned his head and looked at the food on the table-there was a sliced ​​lasagna on the plate, and it could be vaguely seen that the filling was condensed milk or cheese and the like, set aside A large bowl of pitaya is filled with dragon fruit cut into small pieces with two small wooden forks inserted on it.

"Sorry, our chef tried to make dragon jam, but the effect was so mediocre, so I had to separate them."

"It's okay," Nelson looked up at the waiter, picked up the small wooden fork and threw a piece of dragon fruit in his mouth, nodded, "Just remember to wait for someone to serve your set meal, and then pour me a cup. Warm water."

"Okay, sir."

Nelson ate the dragon fruit boredly, waiting a little bored, he took out two round metal **** from his pocket and used his wand to control it to roll around on the table.

After a while, a tall and thin man opened the door of the store, and walked to sit down across from Nelson with a heavy step.

"Are you playing Quidditch? I can teach you."

"No, Senior Newt."

Nelson raised his head, Newt looked tired with thick dark circles under his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Do you recognize the bed?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, leaned over and raised his arm and snapped his fingers. He turned to Newt and asked, "Should I eat fire dragon fruit first? Like you all year round. Will the running wizard also recognize the bed?"

"No, thank you. Are you really afraid of diarrhea when you eat fruit early in the winter?" Newt waved his hand and declined Nelson's kindness. "Actually, I won't... You can tell me that I actually slept very well at first. Sweet, I don’t even worry about Grindelwald suddenly coming out from under my bed to attack me-it’s sniffing, I’m too difficult, the wizard living next door is a jeweler, and his room is full of shiny things. With Kanon, these things are too tempting to sniff, and I didn't close the box tightly. You can't even imagine it. This caused me to spend most of my life to grasp it."

"Understandable," Nelson nodded with a smile. "When I was at Hogwarts, I went back to the dormitory at night, and when I went to bed, I didn't find my cat in the bed and ended up lying on it..."

"Ha~" Newt yawned, and halfway through his mouth, he hurriedly moved his hand to cover his mouth, smiled shyly, and was about to stand up, "Sorry, I'm getting up late, I'll go order breakfast first."

"It's okay, I've already ordered it for you." Nelson grabbed him and said, "I just arrived, you see, I haven't eaten this mullet yet."

"Really?" Newt sighed, patted his chest and asked, "What did you order for me?"

"I don't know." Nelson noticed that the waiter was picking up a plate from the delivery port, like the front desk's mouth, "Look, you never know if today is the end before sunrise."

"What?" Newt was puzzled. "Sorry I was a little sleepy just now."

"Sir, I never know whether today is the end of the day or not before sunrise. That is the name of this dish." The waiter put down a large tray covered with a plate cover, placed it in front of Newt, bent over and asked, "I need me Will you help you uncover the cover of the plate? Uncovering this mystery yourself will make you enjoy this meal even more."

"No, thank you." Nelson smiled and helped the somewhat confused Newt refuse, and smiled as he looked at the back of the waiter leaving, "It's pretty fancy, it is said that the dishes in this set are all random and are fortune-telling by professionals. The teacher judges what the customer is suitable for today."

"Is that so?" Newt came to a sense of consciousness, and his hand reaching for the cover of the plate trembled slightly. "Merlin's beard, I have never left anything to eat in the morning to fate."

The cover of the dinner plate was slowly lifted, and Nelson curiously moved his head up. He thought that fog or golden light would gush out of the tray the moment the cover was uncovered, but unfortunately, it did not.

"It's normal by accident?"

Just ordinary bread slices, fried eggs, spinach and a glass of milk.

"Very good, destiny still favors me a little." Newt took a sip of the milk with a surviving expression, and his sleepiness faded. He put down the cup, looked at Nelson, and asked curiously, "Listen. Say you are leaving again?"

"Where?" Nelson was more curious than Newt. "Who told you?"

"Andre, he said you might be going to the UK to rescue your band members in a few days." Newt shrugged, put a fried egg and spinach on the side of the slice of bread with a fork, and picked up another slice of bread. The film covers it, "I didn't know you still have a band. What happened to him? Did he publish any songs that insulted the authorities?"

"You may be wrong." Nelson raised his head. "He is a member of the team, and I don't want to go. The job of paying the ransom picker is not interesting at all."

"That's good, I thought the umbrella used to spy on intelligence in Newmontgard was going to run away." Newt joked, and the two quickly finished the meal.

After the meal, the two got on the tram bound for the suburbs and drove towards Lorrian Castle. Nelson patted his coat pocket. In addition to some of the usual props, it also contained the copy of Lorrian given to Jonas, and finally passed it to Nelson. With the magic book in hand, he went to apprentice to learn art today.

"Newmontgard is really very different from what I imagined." In the empty tram, Newt said to himself, "I originally thought that Newmontgard would be very resistant to Muggle inventions, but I didn't expect. All kinds of trendy gadgets on the streets of London and New York are already running here."

"I didn't expect this tram from the beginning." Nelson nodded approvingly. The free public transportation is still driverless. Although the ride experience cannot be called a good one, it can already be called an advanced one.

Although the tram has been running here for a long time, it is rare for the residents of Newmontgarde to ride. This may be related to the attitude of the saints towards Muggles. They are more likely to be crawling around in an iron cage. People who are willing to walk, phantom, or ride a flying broom to go to work don't know that the transportation that is still considered to be the speed of the tortoise will be much faster than the flying broom in a few decades.

"It's not just a tram." Newt sighed. "While the pure-blood family of the Ministry of Magic was still fighting for a shampoo monopoly, Newmontgard had already started the magic factory... "

There is a well-developed magic industry in Newmontgard. There are large and small magic factories or magic workshops in the outskirts of the industrial area. It is the peak time for work, and there are pedestrians and riders hurrying to the suburbs on the roadside Beaters with flying broomsticks dangling bread and senior beaters who walked to the doorway of the apparition unhurriedly.

Some diligent factories have even started, and the towering chimneys in the suburbs are puffing out black smoke.

"Good guy, has the surplus value been discovered by the wizard?" Nelson was shocked when he saw the plume of smoke he had never noticed before.

"Do you feel shocked too? I can't imagine what would happen if I left it here for steady development. I went around the factories yesterday and their production efficiency is much higher than that of the unscrupulous merchants in Diagon Alley." Te's eyes were blurred, "But what does this have to do with me? I previously suggested that my brother learn from Muggles and establish police patrols."

"Has he adopted it?"

"Of course not. He asked me to visit St Mungo. He always felt that in the battle many years ago, Grindelwald's curse hurt my brain." Newt shook his head sadly, "This is really amazing. People feel sorry."

"I have to say, this is indeed a good suggestion, and when Tom sent me a letter yesterday, the Owl surprised the patrolling wizards in the surrounding neighborhood." Nelson spread his hands, his tone as heavy as Newt, "Your brother didn't take this. Suggestion, but Grindelwald adopted it. I think it may be even more regrettable."

"The most regrettable thing is that no one knows about it." Newt covered his cheek and said in a speechless voice, "If I told my brother what I saw and heard here, he shouldn't recommend me to go. St. Mungo, but sent me to St. Mungo personally."

"..."

"Seriously, I never thought that one day I could spend Grindelwald's money for breakfast on the site of Grindelwald." Newt, holding the handrails, exclaimed as he looked at the pedestrian outside the window with pancakes in his mouth. The ability to adjust emotions is not bad.

"Isn't the meal he just came to Newmontgard paid for?"

"That's different," Newt shook his head. "It's a dinner, it feels different."

"Do you want to go back and order a few more dishes?" Nelson suggested seeing Newt's unsatisfactory expression.

"Eat at noon or night, I want to go see that dragon again."

Newt licked his lips, wondering if it was because of winter dryness or gluttony-if it was greedy, he also wondered if it was greedy for the next meal or the dragon that was about to meet.

"Okay." Nelson shrugged. "Actually, I can order takeaway or take it to the castle. You know, I have a very convenient cane~www.readwn.com~No." The tram drove to the mud outside the city. On the ground, amidst the bumps, Newt shook his head firmly, "You need the waiter to say,'It's still on Master Grindelwald's account.' Do you know what I mean?"

"I do not understand."

"Well, that's not important, the important thing is that we are here."

Seeing the castle approaching, Newt stood up, Nelson walked to the door, the tram slowly stopped, opened the door in front of the patched castle, and the two jumped out of the car. Interestingly, when Nelson jumped down The dust raised was much larger than Newt.

Newt glanced at Nelson's pocket, his mouth twitched slightly, and stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

"Come here!" Nelson was a little lower than the gate, only to see a big red bow running up and down, and asked lively, "Mr. Scamander, come look at those fluffy hairs. Worm?"

"I came to see Dinkas." Newt waved his hand and agreed with a smile.

"It missed you too." Lorian trot to the gate of the courtyard, opened the door, tilted his head and looked at Nelson, caught sight of the corner of the note that was exposed by the bump when Nelson jumped off the tram, and ran forward and pulled Hold his arm, "Nelson, are you here too? Come in, I promised you to give you notes before." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 115 Magic Industrial City-Green Reading in Newmontgard-Hogwarts and my classmate is Voldemort

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