My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hello! My name is Nobby Ritchie. I'm glad to meet you!"

The young wizard who was staying with Professor Slughorn saw Nelson and Judge Shafik coming, jogging close with a happy expression. He had an ordinary but full of smile and energetic face, a messy head. The curly brown hair looks very natural, his face is full of spring breeze, and it is hard not to make people feel close.

Minister Rich first nodded to Judge Shafik, then extended his hand to Nelson.

Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his stretched hand, and shook it lightly.

"His Lord Minister, hello."

"You don't need to be called the Minister. Today I came to discuss with Professor Slughorn. I heard that Hogwarts had an outstanding student, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect it to be a talent!"

Minister Rich took Nelson's arm and brought him to Professor Slughorn. He did not belittle him because Nelson was a student, and said as he walked, "I'll tell you, I just learned from He graduated from Hogwarts and has few years of work experience."

"Don't be presumptuous, Nobby, if you don't even have work experience, then Welfare should really go find a tree and hang himself," Professor Slughorn was happy to see the two approaching. Spreading his hands, he said, "You are in danger, but you manage the messy Ministry of Magic in an orderly manner. This is an achievement that many ministers can't do. Besides, Britain is now the safest country in the world."

"Professor, the Ministry of Magic is not as bad as you said..." Minister Rich shrugged and tilted his head to explain to Nelson. "The Ministry's work has always been well organized, and each department performs its own duties, but the previous minister has a little bit. A trivial personal issue. The Ministry of Magic is short of people now. We welcome outstanding Hogwarts students like you to come to the Ministry of Magic after graduation."

Minister Rich raised an eyebrow at Nelson and added, "Of course, I mean if I was still in office at that time."

"I think you will be re-elected. No one will refuse such an excellent minister." Nelson complimented, looking at the surrounding environment, he rarely came to this place in Black Lake...until he saw a familiar tree. Pile—That’s where McGonagall likes to squat the most since he became a cat. His eyes stayed there, but his mouth was not idle. "After all, even a student like me who doesn’t care about current affairs knows your deeds. I think other things. There is no reason for a wizard to be blind with his eyes open."

But the tree he likes to lie down on to sleep is gone, and Nelson can't stop licking, but he can't help but sigh in his heart.

"You can really speak," Minister Rich was comfortably photographed, nodded, and imperatively said, "I think you can consider the Law Enforcement Department after graduation. I used to work there-I just heard about you and Shafik. Adults’ chat, nowadays wizards only know about duels. They are too impetuous. There are really too few people who know how to protect themselves with the law."

"Isn't this the meaning of the law?" Nelson replied with a rhetorical question.

"If there are few people or protect?" Minister Rich was stunned, and then quickly shook his head. What was said from a student's mouth needed such a complicated interpretation. He patted Nelson on the shoulder and said, "Sure enough. Okay, boy."

Nelson stayed in place obediently, waiting for the old judge to approach.

"Cough cough," Judge Shafik walked for a while before finishing these steps. He coughed as soon as he stopped. It seemed that the foreign body in his throat had not been cleared. Rich came forward and gently stroked On the judge's back, his symptoms eased a lot. He glanced at Nelson and asked, "Nelson Wiltning Williams, are you ready?"

"What are you ready?" Although Nelson had some guesses, no one told him what he was going to do.

"Very good...huh?" Judge Shafik pulled Minister Richie, asked a few words in a low voice, cleared his throat, and said solemnly, "According to Wizengamore's regulations, every wizard who masters difficult magic Registration is required to facilitate the management of magical disasters in the UK."

"Does the Patronus Charm also need to be registered?" Nelson asked with an expression of disbelief, "Isn't it only Animagus who needs to register?"

"Huh? How do you know the topic we are discussing," Judge Shafik glanced at him and explained, "That's it. We also think this kind of regulation is a bit inefficient. In fact, I think it only needs Register the high-risk magic-after all, the patron saint can't hurt others."

Nelson nodded in approval.

"That's it," Minister Ritchie explained. "This rule was established hundreds of years ago. At the same time, registration is required for those difficult to master or innate, such as Distortion Magnus, Animagus, and prophecy. High-level magic, for example, the guardian deity curse. This curse is too difficult to learn, and even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic may not have all mastered it. At that time, it was during the Dementor chaos, in order to deal with the Dementor disaster more quickly. , So that wizards can ask for help when encountering a dementor. The Ministry of Magic has established this rule."

"Dementor...is it messy now?" Nelson asked.

"Haha, those are the old calendars hundreds of years ago," Minister Rich smiled. "Azkaban's guards are dementors. They can never rebel, so the meaning of this rule is Provide an opportunity for those wizards who have mastered advanced spells to show themselves. After all, even for famous wizards, this is a great honor—"

"Minister—" Nelson wanted to interrupt, but he couldn't do it after all.

"—The bonus is five hundred gallons, and Wissengamer will also award the winners a Merlin Knights Level 3 Medal. In addition, we will also give the award-winning wizards’ work, housing, and living issues. Certain preferential treatment," Minister Rich, like a salesman who was afraid that he would not be able to talk to customers if he talked slowly, finished the long string of words in a brain, and finally took a deep breath and added another sentence, "Of course, before I come here, I After discussing with Master Shafik, since you are a student, learning this level of curse is enough to prove your learning ability, and we will exempt you from one of the newts exams."

(Nelson: "This kind of curse? You don't know what the patron saint world will be like in a few decades...")

"Should I recite the curse now?" Minister Rich looked at Nelson and found that he had already drawn out his curse and was ready to go.

"Of course, they won't let you cast spells dryly," Professor Slughorn stepped forward and waved his hand. The black cloth covering the cube disappeared. Nelson saw that one was covered in tattered black. Boo’s thin, tall figure was shrunk in a slender glass box in a strange posture standing upright, staring at himself with big eyes, Professor Slughorn proudly introduced, "It’s also lucky to say it. It’s been a long time since a wild dementor appeared in the UK. I didn’t expect to bump into one last night. This dementor without a race was a little weak and happened to be caught by me.”

"Wild dementor?" Nelson raised an eyebrow, his tone full of suspicion.

"Yes, Nelson, you don't understand this kind of creature. Almost all dementors are dressed in simple black rags," Professor Slughorn explained patiently, pointing to the dementors in the glass box. , "Look, this dementor also has a silver metal ornament on its body, which is enough to explain the difference between it and other dementors."

Nelson looked at the "silver ornament" and put his chin back to its original place. For a while, he didn't know what to say—the "silver metal ornament" was exactly the little he kept on his body as a material for transformation. The ball, he still remembers, was the small ball he had specially created to house the corpses of the enemies that might be generated, and sometimes it can be used to store garbage or seal difficult enemies.

Nelson’s shock at the moment is hard to describe in words. On the one hand, he was surprised by the wizard’s sloppy scientific research methods. A metal ball created a race. On the other hand, he was very concerned about the dementors who had not died after being roasted for so long. I feel admired for his vitality and will to survive.

"What's the matter? Nelson." Professor Slughorn asked with concern, seeing the students a little strange.

"Nothing." Nelson looked at the Dementor, then at Slughorn, swallowed, and said, "The second time I saw the Dementor, I was still a little shocked."

"This is normal. When I first spotted this wild dementor, I was no less shocked than you."

Professor Slughorn stepped back and made a "please" gesture to Nelson. Minister Rich and Judge Shafik also stepped aside, preparing to enjoy Nelson's performance.

As for Nelson, he could only bite the bullet and walked forward, thinking about quickly putting off the **** curse, and then fleeing from this embarrassing place.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must develop a spell called "Calling the Plague God" in the future, and the casting material is to recall the most embarrassing moments in this life. Nelson believed that this kind of spell was developed, and then paired with it. I must be invincible after this experience.

Professor Slughorn asked loudly, "Nelson, are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Nelson stood in place like a quail, digging the sole with his toe.

Professor Slughorn waved his magic wand, the four sides of the glass box opened, and the dementor's **** was released, and he raised his wand, ready to deal with the possibility of the dementor getting out of control.

What puzzled Professor Slughorn was that the dementor who used to see people rushing upwards unexpectedly floated in place and did no other actions. It just used the pair hidden under the hood. Staring at Nelson, Professor Slughorn could feel the hostility and malice it exudes, but its behavior made him confused-but he immediately became excited. This wild dementor is different from its lack of reason. The same kind of abnormal behavior is enough to publish a paper by yourself, and you can make a lot of money while gaining fame.

"Hushen... Guard!"

Nelson raised his wand and pointed it at the dementor who was staying in place. He tried to recall the happy moments in his memories, but he failed. At this moment, his heart was filled with embarrassment, and the tip of the wand gushed out. The thin smoke of white light quickly dissipated with another "bang", as if the wand had let out a fart—which made Nelson feel even more embarrassed.

"It's okay, Nelson! This kind of difficult spell can't be successful even if it's a famous wizard." Professor Slughorn thought that Nelson was a little nervous when facing the two high-ranking officials, and stood aside to cheer.

Nelson closed his eyes, shielded the embarrassing voice, emptied his heart, and recalled seeing a few people standing in front of the castle welcoming him when he returned to school. He opened his eyes and flicked his wrist, a silver falcon. The wings fluttered out from the tip of the staff and rushed straight towards the dementor floating opposite Nelson.

Suddenly he realized that he hadn't chanted the spell, so before the falcon had left the wand, he quickly added a sentence of "calling **** to guard".

Minister Rich smiled and nodded, standing still and applauding dignifiedly.

Judge Shafik, who noticed that Nelson's audio and video were out of sync, raised his eyebrows, but also quickly clapped.

Professor Slughorn’s focus is different from that of everyone else. He found that the dementor showed complex emotions comparable to humans when he saw Nelson’s patron saint. This emotion includes but is not limited to "helplessness." , "Speechless", "Indifferent", it feels like the whole Dementor is empty, it seems to be emptied of happiness by another Dementor, it becomes depressed and painful.

The silver falcon let out a long, sharp and clear sound, and pierced the dementor’s chest as fast as lightning. UU Reading www.uukānshu.com shuttled back and forth at a speed that the four wizards in the scene could not see clearly. Soon, it covered the photo. The black rags on the soul monster became full of holes, and the frustrated dementor also threw a "poof" to the ground.

The patron saint flew back to Nelson, spit a small ball into his hand, got into the wand and disappeared.

"Williams, take the liberty to ask, what is your patron saint?" Judge Shafik asked, "I didn't see it clearly, or can you put it out again for us to see."

"Sorry, Judge Shafik, it's a falcon." Nelson shook his head and tucked the ball into his sleeve. "It's a bit arrogant, and I can't make it even sometimes."

"Yeah." Judge Shafik nodded, expressing understanding.

"Does the patron saint still have a character?" Minister Rich asked curiously, and soon closed his mouth, pretending that he had never asked this question.

"The patron saint is much wiser than most of the lives summoned by spells. They have their own personalities and behaviors. They are not curses specifically developed to expel dementors, but the patron saint’s emotional abilities can expel them. Dementor," Judge Shafik explained, "Of course, Rich, it's not a shame not to be a patron saint. It doesn't prevent you from being a good minister." Jumping to Hogwar Here is my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 178 Will you suddenly appear, reading green by the tree stump by the lake-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort-Fiction reading net..., if not To automatically jump, please click [Jump]

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