My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Senior, I am here!"

At the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue, Nelson, holding a black umbrella, saw Newt standing under a telephone pole. Newt’s somewhat humpbacked body looked extremely slender against the simple and long lines of the trench coat. Standing up the collar of the trench coat, wearing a **** hat, carrying the iconic suitcase, it looked sneaky, like a spy waiting for the informant to connect on the street.

Although it was a technologically backward 1940, Times Square could faintly see its future prosperity. The muddy ground could not see the material. Pedestrians and vehicles passed through the muddy streets. The traffic situation was extremely chaotic. Nelson looked at the timing and mixed The traffic was stopped in the flow of people crossing the road, crossed to the opposite side of the street, and ran towards Newt.

Several workers wearing wooden hard hats were carrying a bronze pillar into the pit on the street. Nelson glanced at it as he passed by, and it seemed to be a traffic light-it seemed that the City Hall was also suffering from the traffic of Times Square for a long time.

"Hush!" Newt raised his index finger to his mouth and motioned to Nelson to whisper. He looked left and right, beckoned, and walked in Nelson's direction.

"What's the matter?" Nelson trot to the side of Newt, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter with you? Be so careful."

"How do you say?" Newt unbuttoned the top button of the windbreaker and whispered, "I am a little inconvenient to move here. This is, uh... a historical issue, and you know, Principal Dipeter did it. At the time of the incident, I happened to be a guest at Newmontgard, so I can’t tell if I have a mouthful."

"Haha," Nelson teased, "I think they should think that you fit in and out."

"Yes," Newtra took Nelson's arm and led him to the alley on the side of the street, and said, "You can call me Newt, don't say your full name, but to be honest, I It’s really not in harmony with them, I don’t even know about it."

"I know, it's better to say that I did it." Nelson shrugged, turned into the alley with Newt, and watched him finish his disguise. After a while, two blond men in trench coats, one tall and one short, came out. It's like a young uncle taking his nephew into town to meet the world.

"Let’s go to eat cake today." Newt raised his arm, looked at his watch, and said, "After that, I will show you some magical institutions in the United States, but we can only look at the periphery... well, it’s some history. Remaining problem."

"I understand," Nelson raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of "understanding".

"You didn't have breakfast, did you?" Newt asked, "There are so many things in the store. If you want to taste them all, you might be full."

"I know, I keep my belly." Nelson patted his belly. "The waffle last time left a very deep impression on me, so I am looking forward to it. I will taste it today."

"Yeah." Newton nodded and led Nelson down Seventh Avenue.

"Newt, is that cake shop opened by your friend?" Nelson asked curiously as he walked on the road, "how could a wizard open a cake shop in New York?"

"Yes, but he is not a wizard, and he is not a cake shop, he is a bakery." Newt shook his head and explained, "He is a Muggle...The Muggle is called Muggle in the United States. He and I are ten. I met you a few years ago when you were born."

"Oh? Is your friendship as long as mine? Then you have to wish me a long life." Nelson smiled. He was very interested in the friendship between a famous wizard and an ordinary person, and asked Said, "Is it convenient to tell me your story?"

"Haha, I wish you a long life." Newt was amused, patted the suitcase in his hand, and said, "I went to New York to do business, you know, there are many magical animals in my suitcase."

"I know, it impresses me." Nelson shook his umbrella, saw a speeding car, and avoided the splashing mud.

"He used to work in a factory in New York, as if he was making canned food." Newt said with a reminiscence in his eyes, "He is a funny guy whose dream is to open a bakery with his grandmother's secret recipe. At that time, he Leaving everything behind, I want to make a fortune in New York with a secret recipe and his love of baking."

"Anyone who can leave everything behind can almost succeed, right?" Nelson tried to make a qualified tease.

"That's not enough. Most people who left everything really lost everything..." Newt glanced at Nelson, shrugged, and said, "I just came to New York at that time. Coincidentally, this is mine. The suitcase looks exactly like his suitcase."

"So you got the wrong box?" Nelson thought of many famous openings in the story, and smiled, "I think it's like holding the wrong child in a hospital. These two same boxes always produce some strange entanglements. ."

"Yes," New Feature nodded, "I think so, think about it, if a person who has no magic at all gets a box full of magical animals, a lot of chaos will happen, of course, he has indeed caused it. A lot of confusion-this is my mistake, I pulled in a person who is not part of the magical world in a rude manner."

"I can imagine it," Nelson echoed, "but I don't think this is a mistake. After all, a Muggle would never know the truth of the world without this opportunity-although we can't be sure about ourselves. The world we understand is real, but there is always more."

"But Muggle can't resist the danger and invasion of the magical world. I dragged him into the danger." Newt shook his head and said, "It's a mistake, because of this fate, we wizards There are people from the Ministry of Magic, vagrants, and I, a wanted man who dropped out of Hogwarts, and a muggle who specializes in cooking bread. Several of us embarked on a wonderful adventure, and even let Grindelwald Suffered."

"That's really great," Nelson exclaimed. "You have such wonderful memories, and the relationship must be very good."

"Yes, we used to be very good friends, he even fell in love with a very good witch," Newt smiled happily on his face, blinked again after a while, smiled bitterly, "but I think He shouldn't remember me now."

"Don't remember you?" Nelson asked, "How could it be? Did someone cast an oblivion spell on him?"

"Yes," Newton said, nodding, leaving Seventh Avenue, turning into a relatively remote but spacious street, and pointing to a small street shop with smoke from the chimney in front. "His bakery is there. ."

Nelson followed his fingers. The small storefront had only a wooden door and a cupboard. The glass cupboards were filled with various pastries. There were lines outside the shop that were neither long nor short. Compared to this one Other shops on the remote street, this bakery can be said to be booming business.

"The United States is arguably the country that abides by the secrecy laws the most," Newt continued. "It may be related to their history. A historical figure in Ifamoni once leaked the existence of magic and caused it to be attacked by Muggles. ."

"Did Muggles attack wizards?" Nelson asked suspiciously. "Historical figures? That should be a long time ago. Can Muggles cause harm to wizards at that time?"

"No, but it can cause trouble to the wizard's life," Newt shrugged. "It may be poisoning the water source or something. I am not sure. If you like history, you can check it out. I heard people say back then. It seems to be called the Twelve Trees, and it belongs to the same family as the current principal of Ifamuni."

"Headmaster?" Nelson thought, "No wonder his name is Skritf..."

"Is it confidential? Hahaha," Newt smiled a little strangely, and continued after laughing, "Jacob, it's my friend, because he learned too much about magic afterwards, and because of the influence of the secrecy law, He has been erased from his memory and can't remember the past. We can only secretly help him open a store here, and dare not tell him."

"Don't remember anything?" Nelson raised his tone. "Then he doesn't remember his friendship with you, his experience, and even the witch who fell in love with him? How could the Ministry of Magic do such a thing to Muggles? What?"

"In fact, they just strictly abide by the law..." Newt shook his head somewhat lonely.

"But my aunt and uncle... they also know the existence of the wizarding world. There are still many Muggle-born students in our school. Isn't it true that in the United States, after a Muggle family has a wizard, it must become a child that has never been there?" Nelson questioned, "I mean, is their approach a bit harsh."

"Muggle relatives of American wizards are also allowed access to the magical world."

"Isn't his lover a wizard? Is it because they are not married?"

"Yes," Newt lowered his head. "This is also the problem. Queenie, his lover, was taken away by Grindelwald twelve years ago... His lover is gone, so he soon Was casted the Forgotten Curse. We couldn't even find Queenie. This is really a pity. Maybe when Queenie comes back, he will be able to restore his memory."

"Forgetting and recovering, what do you think of people? The US Ministry of Magic is really bad." Nelson sneered.

"In fact, many wizards don't treat Muggles as human beings. In their opinion, Muggles and the magical animals that can be purchased in Diagon Alley are no different from the house elves raised in the family." With frowning Nelson, Newt patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about it, we're here."

Nelson looked up. The two were already at the end of the line in front of the bakery. He glanced at the sign and asked, "What is your friend's name?"

"Jacob."

"I mean the full name."

"Jacob Kowalski, what's the matter?"

"J.k. is it?"

"Yes." Newt looked at Nelson and asked strangely, "What are you asking about this for?"

"I'm just thinking, according to the general naming rules, the sign of this store should be jk bakery," Nelson pointed to the sign and said, "what does this jqk bakery mean? Because he likes playing cards, right?"

"Q? What q? His shop name is obviously jk..." Newt looked up at the sign with a puzzled face, and a red, brand-new letter q was inserted abruptly in the middle of the black letters that had fallen out of paint. Opened his mouth in astonishment and muttered to herself, "Queeny?"

After all, he was like rushing into the store immediately. Nelson grabbed him and said, "Newt, line up, line up... Besides, if he doesn't remember? Are you breaking the confidentiality law?"

"Anyway, I have violated more than this." Newt said eagerly as he had more debts.

"You might as well wait until you enter the store before you come in contact with him, otherwise he will be seen and his memory will be erased again. That would be too miserable." Nelson persuaded, "If he remembers, he will always show familiarity. Performance."

"That's what you said," Newt stood in the queue a little anxiously, craned his neck and looked forward, "but he is familiar with me now, because I am a frequent customer of this store...Oh, This team will have at least twenty minutes until our turn."

"So long? Is this bread freshly baked?" Nelson complained. Seeing the anxious Newt, he had to find another topic, "That happens to be, I have something about magical animals that I want to ask."

"Oh yes, I forgot if you don't tell me," Newt immediately regained his senses when talking about magical beasts, and asked, "What do you want to ask? The letter doesn't explain it clearly, it's mysterious."

"That's it," Nelson whispered. "Do you know the Curly Winged Demon?"

"Curled Winged Demon?" Hearing this name, Newt immediately changed his face, and took Nelson away from the crowd a few steps~www.readwn.com~ leaned closer to his face and asked in a low voice, "Why did you ask the Winged Demon? You encountered it. Now? Where? This magical animal is very dangerous!"

"Yes, I met it." Nelson nodded and said, "Are you familiar with it?"

"Yes, I'm too familiar. When I changed the wrong suitcase, there was one in the suitcase." Newton nodded, and he was about to reach out to grab Nelson's head. "Are you okay? There is nothing wrong with your brain, right?"

"No," Nelson said, avoiding, "I caught a Curly Winged Demon by my side at the end of last year. It didn't seem to be able to gouge through my head, but I can clearly feel that it has been for more than a year. My memory has deteriorated, so I suspect that I may have been affected by its venom. I have always wanted to ask you to help solve the problem, but—"

"Where is it? You didn't kill it, did you?" Newt asked hurriedly.

"Where I live, is still alive and locked in a cage by me, is there any use?"

"That's good," Newt said with a long sigh of relief, "If you kill it, it will be difficult. The solution to the curled-wing devil toxin is actually very simple, just like the emergency treatment of alcoholism. It’s the same as pouring him diluted wine...Seeing you catch it before you become a fool, I’m relieved. The method of detoxification is very simple. Just remember... "I am jumping to Hogwarts." 'S classmate is Voldemort Chapter 114 Green Reading in New York-Hogwarts my classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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