My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Thank you so much, Lord Shafik."

Minister Rich shook his head. He glanced bitterly at Nelson, who pretended not to hear anything, and said to Judge Shafik: "Actually, you don't need to be so detailed."

"This is also a spur to you, Rich," Judge Shafik explained. "I have actually followed you for a long time. Do you know why you were promoted so slowly before?"

"why?"

"Do you know why you have been staying in the internal affairs department of the Law Enforcement Department and have never had the opportunity to come into contact with the field service..."

Nelson stood by the Black Lake with his hands on his back, as if there was something attracting him in the lake, Professor Slughorn walked up to him, put a hand on Nelson's shoulder, and enjoyed the scenery of the Black Lake together.

"Nelson, you didn't let me down." Professor Slughorn said appreciatively, "but since this is an off-campus thing, I can't give Slytherin extra points, but I can personally satisfy someone within my ability. Any wish is fine."

"professor--"

"No, listen to me, this is what you deserve, and it's a compensation for your exposing the patron saint," Professor Slughorn explained, seeing Nelson's refusal, the hand holding his shoulder slightly hard. "Besides, you are my lucky star today. Today the minister and the judge came to the school. I also realized some of my wishes, so I am willing to share the joy of fulfilling my wishes with you, do you understand?"

"Oh... Okay, professor, thank you," Nelson nodded, thinking of the treatment plan he had formulated for Nagini. Although there is no precedent for snake-like transformation potions, prepare an extra Animagus magic. The medicine is always right. He thought for a moment and said, "Professor, can you give me a pupa of the Grimace Moth?"

"The pupa of the Grimace Moth...?"

Professor Slughorn was stunned. When Nelson saw this, he thought Slughorn was inconvenient, so he changed his words: "Professor, if there is not—"

"No," Slughorn said that he was very convenient, but asked in confusion, "Nelson, don't you have a pupa of the Grimace Moth?"

"Huh? Professor, what are you talking about?"

"The pupa of the Grimace Moth that Tom wanted from me before should be for you!" Professor Slughorn smiled and patted Nelson on the shoulder, and said, "This potion has a single purpose. , Can only be used to mix potions to assist Animagus’s practice. Tom had to take one from me before. Although his transfiguration technique is good, it is only good in his grade, and he is far from reaching this level. , So I know, he must prepare it for you."

"Oh... it's like this." Nelson's mouth was curled up, he almost didn't laugh, and he quickly tightened his expression. Sure enough, the teacher at Hogwarts didn't have a fuel-efficient lamp. Tom thought he didn't do a good job. Leaving traces, I didn't expect that Professor Slughorn would have seen it long ago.

"Didn't he tell you?" Slughorn let out a walrus laugh, rubbing Nelson's hair, and said, "Why don't you ask him, among friends, often It's normal to prepare some surprises."

"He told me, Professor," Nelson explained, "Because Animagus's practice has strict requirements on the weather, it is easy to go wrong in the middle, so I plan to prepare an extra copy of the material. If it is not available, It can also be sealed up and reserved for Tom."

"Is that so?" Professor Slughorn scratched his head and said, "I don't know about Animagus, and I don't know much about it, but your sense of risk is still very good... When the next potions get out of class is over, you and I can go to the medicinal material room to get it, but with all due respect, Tom doesn't have the talent for transforming skills like you, you may have a long time for this one.

"Thank you, professor." Nelson bowed slightly.

"Shhh, don't you say this in front of them," Slughorn pointed to the two senior officials who were approaching them after exchanging workplace experience, and then gestured to Nelson in a silent gesture, "Registration Guardian God is annoying enough, I don’t think you want to register your Animagus in the register."

Nelson nodded, stood silently, smiling at the minister and judge who were approaching him.

"Ahem, Williams, do you have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?" Minister Rich asked, "We can arrange a simple award ceremony for you."

"Honoring ceremony?" Nelson frowned. "Is it unnecessary?"

"It's necessary," Minister Rich explained. "In fact, this award is mainly to commend the wizard who used his patron saint to protect the people during the Dementor Rebellion."

"But now there is no Dementor Chaos, they even have a system..."

"This is a tradition, do you understand?" Minister Rich explained, "From a formal point of view, this is a spiritual inheritance. From a practical point of view, this kind of good news is for the people in the quagmire. It's also an excitement."

"Okay," Nelson nodded and said, "then tomorrow, when will it be tomorrow?"

"tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Nelson noted the time, and there was a chance to go to the Ministry of Magic to make a claim in the afternoon.

"You take this to the Broken Cauldron Bar. Someone will take you to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic." Minister Rich took out a card from his vest pocket and handed it to Nelson. It’s been renovated, and it’s not easy to find—you can also look at the recent "Daily Prophet". The middle seam of each issue will write about how to enter the Ministry of Magic for business.

"Okay, thank you." Nelson took the card, held it in his hand, and asked, "Which department do I need to go to when I get to the Ministry of Magic?"

"We simplified the administrative process. When you enter the building, you will directly arrange the department you want to go to, and then you can take the elevator. Do you know the elevator? That is a Muggle invention, it's like, like... …Uh…" Minister Rich seemed unable to describe things like elevators. He spread his hands and shrugged, hoping that Nelson could understand.

"I know, Minister, I'm from Muggle." Nelson asked, playing with the card, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"No, you can go back." Professor Slughorn patted Nelson on the back. "I have something to discuss with the two of you. It's okay for you to go back by yourself? You can go back to the bedroom and sleep for a while."

"Ok."

Nelson bid farewell to the three wizards and left, and Professor Slughorn soon chatted with Minister Rich again enthusiastically.

"What's the thing?" Nelson scratched his back. There was always a feeling of thorns on his back all the way from the lake back to the castle. "Did the sweater have the ball?"

...

"That's it?"

At the two broom bars, Tom was drinking a glass of green cucumber juice with weird colors and bubbles with a straw in his mouth. He frowned and looked at Nelson, who had changed a new sweater on the opposite side, and asked, "What do they register with this thing? What's the point? Record what animal a person's patron saint is? Could someone control his patron saint to fly to the Minister of Magic's office and steal his underwear?"

"Hahaha..." Nelson couldn't help laughing, thinking for a moment, and explained, "It is said that it is to ask for help in time when people are attacked by dementors."

"Isn't this funny?" Tom curled his lips. "I remember a few years ago that I said that the officials of the Ministry of Magic were better than Chamberlain, but I'm going to take it back now. The dementors are all on their faces. , Who has the ability to find a wizard who can curse the patron saint for help? Really, apart from getting a medicinal material from the dean, you simply wasted a morning's life today."

"Indeed, look at me, I have dark circles under my eyes." Nelson lowered his eyelids and showed it to Tom.

Tom straightened up, took a closer look, and then sat back. "You are like someone who was punched. Seriously, I think they might as well have a nationwide test instead of those who register for the patron saint curse. People who didn't respond to the curse were arrested."

On the way to Hogsmeade, Nelson taught Tom the patron saint curse. To his comfort, Tom created a cloud of silver fog the first time he used it, but he couldn’t summon a complete guardian in the follow-up. God-but this is also worthy of joy, at least to prove that Tom is not a dark wizard.

"What if the wizard caught is not a dark wizard, but a poor man who can't feel happy?" Nelson quickly discovered his blind spot.

"It's more to be caught," Tom shook his head. "St. Mungolie sees his illness, lest he thinks the world is not worth it... Seriously, if I become Minister of Magic, I will check all wizards across the country. Once again, that efficiency is higher than asking Auror to investigate the case, so I don't know where it is!"

"Indeed." Nelson looked at his watch perfunctorily.

"Don't look, I just saw it, and it's our turn in ten minutes. I suggest you order a glass of cucumber juice and try it. It has a very good inhibitory effect on your dark circles," Tom waved his hand. It’s too far to go to London by train and then to Diagon Alley. Recently, two broomsticks have opened a special Floo network line to the Broke Cauldron Bar. This way of travel is undoubtedly a lot easier. He sipped cucumber juice and said, "Let them award honors, you might as well ask Grindelwald to present you with a'Grindelwald Art Award', at least this kind of honor is real-I still think this award is a bit weird, and normal people shouldn't Establish this kind of award."

"Don't talk about art, I don't want to recall that painful experience..."

Nelson raised a hand and covered both eyes.

"Huh, I'm getting angry when it comes to this." Tom slurped the cucumber juice viciously, as if it were some of his big enemies. "Do you know? When the school started last semester, I went to King's Cross Station to take a train, half The road was suddenly blocked by a reporter. He asked me if I was the performance artist who had disappeared for a long time, and asked if I was exhausted, I..."

He kicked the leg of the table hard, but the furniture of the two broomsticks was very solid, and Tom's face turned green in an instant, then turned white again, and finally turned red.

"Are you okay?" Nelson stood up, took the bag that Tom had hung on the back of the chair and put it behind him, patted Tom on the back, looked at the green fire in the fireplace, and said, "We should Set off, they have already scattered Floo powder."

"You say this a bit like they sprinkled cumin."

Tom stiffly supported Nelson's arm and stood up, and walked towards the fireplace with a straight pace.

"Broken Cauldron Bar." "Broken Cauldron Bar."

The two stepped in one after another.

...

"Tom, two rooms, better."

Tom had to move faster, and when Nelson walked out of the fireplace and patted the ashes on his robe, he had already reserved a room at the bar in the Broken Cauldron.

Tom raised his index and middle fingers, thought about it, and added his ring finger: "We want two rooms next to each other, with the windows facing Diagon Alley. We'll have three days, just one weekend."

"Okay, Mr. Riddle." The short young man in the bar looked like he had just graduated. He put down the glass that he couldn't wipe off, turned around slowly, and opened the small door of the wine cabinet behind him. I picked out two sets of keys, threw them on the counter, lowered his head and picked up another glass, "It's still the room you usually live in, and the one on the left."

"As usual, is there any money left in my account?" Tom picked up the keys, picked one of them, and handed the other one to Nelson who was near.

"Yes, Mr. Riddle, you still have forty-five gallons on your account. The room and meals for these three days are nine gallons in total. Let me calculate..." This young boss named Tom He lowered his head and began to think. The speed of his speech and calculations was as slow as his movements. It made people feel anxious. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "This way you still have... "

"Thirty-six Gallon." Nelson couldn't stand it anymore, prompting.

"...Thirty-six Garon~www.readwn.com~ The boss glanced at Nelson sideways and made a note on the account book.

Tom nodded, and took the luggage Nelson had helped him with. The two of them crossed the crowded table in the bar and walked up the stairs.

"Seriously, I really don't want to come to this kind of place. The smelly alcohol makes people feel irritable." Tom said as he walked between the tables, leading the way.

"No way, isn't the Diagon Alley the only bar to live in?"

"That's it," Tom nodded. "There are other places, but the environment is very poor."

"It looks good." After walking upstairs, Nelson looked at the open room in front of him and nodded in satisfaction. "It's pretty clean."

"Of course it must be clean. I wonder if there is something wrong with that Tom's psychology. Have you never seen him kill mice with a spell..." Tom threw his luggage into the room, closed the door with his feet, and went to Nelson's room. Walked, "It's fun to say, I originally hated people who have the same name as me, but this Tom is quite interesting, look at him, slowly, like a snail?"

"Are you familiar with this place?" Nelson asked curiously.

"Of course, you know, I do a little business and come here often," Tom raised his eyebrows mysteriously, "I bought a good thing, and I will show you it later." Is jumping to Hogg Woz's my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 179 Tom Green in the Broken Cauldron Bar Reading-Hogwarts's my classmate is Voldemort turn]

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