My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Bock, he came with me," Tom said in a low voice from under the mask. He reached into his robe and said impatiently, "Let's take a look at the goods first."

"You may have to wait a while," the little old man raised his hands, gestured a "a little bit" distance, and put his hand on his head again, straightening his hair, not knowing the palm of his hand. When something was stained, the hair that was touched immediately became neat and backward, but there was a disgusting glow, "There are some things we may need to discuss."

"Didn't you say it last time?" Tom slapped the counter rudely, turned and quickly walked towards the shopkeeper behind him, stopped next to him, and said condescendingly, "You only need to inspect the goods and give the money. ,Enough."

"Mr. Chamberlain," Karaketakus Bock put his hand down, rubbed it awkwardly, his voice was as greasy as the image, and said, "You can rest assured, we must have the payment in place, but there are indeed some things we don't understand. Ask you."

"You don't want to give money anymore, do you?" Tom winked at Nelson, and walked outside the shopkeeper, calling his name unceremoniously, "Karaktakus, I think you are good business For the sake of credibility, I always come here to sell things. It seems that you don’t want to do my business anymore."

Bokimbok Magic Shop is the largest and most famous shop in Knock Down Alley. The shop is full of dangerous items that have been cast with dark magic. Karaktakus Bok, this one looks so greasy that it’s difficult The little old man who endures is one of the owners of this shop. The things in the shop are enough to keep him in Azkaban until his next life, but he has been living well and has never even delayed doing business.

"How come? Don't worry, what we do in business is just a word of mouth," Karaketakus slid to the side like a loach, blocking Tom's way without a trace, and said, "The other owners in our shop It's coming soon, you might as well wait, we want to talk to you about a bigger business."

"I have something to do today. Leave a mailbox address and we will write to discuss it in detail." Tom pushed Karaketakus away and walked straight to the door, where Nelson had already opened the door, and Tom waved his hand impatiently. Said, "I won't sell this thing today. It's really unlucky to run for nothing!"

"How can Mr. Chamberlain make a trip for nothing?"

When Tom was about to walk to the door, a shiny leather shoe stepped in from the door. Nelson raised his head. On top of the shoe was a straight bright yellow striped trousers. The newcomer had long legs and was aesthetically appealing. Very shameful, Nelson only felt his eyes flashed through the sunglasses. He looked up along the trouser legs. The yellow trousers were covered with a green dragon skin vest, and there was a bright red flower in his chest pocket. Rose-the strangely dressed wizard was like a traffic light, which had a strong mental impact on Nelson.

The next moment, he walked into the shop, revealing a young, greasy face like Karaketakus, he leaned against the door frame, held the doorknob and smiled at Nelson, then raised his hand and touched his hair. Soon his head was as shiny as Karaktacus.

"Bogin, this is Mr. Chamberlain you have always wanted to see." Karaketakus stopped Tom and pointed to the new young wizard and introduced, "This is Bogin Bok, another owner of the shop."

"Bogin Bock?" Tom raised his head and smiled playfully. "So is he the real owner of this store?"

"That's not true, Mr. Chamberlain," Bogin Bok shook his head and explained, "Karaktakus is my uncle. We named the store together. I took Bokin and he took Bok."

"really interesting."

Tom looked behind Bojin and found a large number of wizards blocking the door, which was not easy to go, so he gave way to the store and found a place with a wide view behind the shelf to stand, holding his hands and waiting. Bokin explained his intentions.

"Ahem," Bo Jin cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Chamberlain—"

"Ouch!"

Nelson made a strange cry, followed by the sound of countless small steel **** falling to the ground. The three people in the shop were attracted by the sound and all looked in his direction.

"Sorry, sorry," Nelson shook his arm, and a pale skull with his fingers in his fingers fell on the shelf. He clutched his fingers and complained, "What is this? It bit me!"

"This sir..." Borkin was a little dissatisfied with being interrupted, and said impatiently, "That's—"

"Borgin," Karaketakus stopped him, stepping forward and explaining, "Mr. Karkaroff, that is a Muggle with a soul imprisoned. It is not lethal. It didn't hurt you?"

"Not really," Nelson shook his hand and murmured dissatisfiedly. "But it snapped my bracelet. You see, the beads fell all over the place-that's an adult gift from my aunt! It's all expensive! Metal!"

"Sorry, Mr. Karkaroff, we will send someone over to help you collect all the beads later, and then we will use a gold thread to help you string them together, do you think it is okay?"

"Boom boom boom——"

The fine bouncing sounds reverberated in the shop, and those sounds were coming and going, and it seemed that some small beads rolled under the shelves in the corners and far away.

"Yes." Nelson nodded, seemingly satisfied with the result of this treatment.

"Mr. Chamberlain," after the episode was resolved, Borkin looked at Tom again, with a greasy smile that he thought was full of affinity, and said, "I look forward to the stars and the moon, but I am looking forward to you."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Tom asked bluntly. Both he and Borgin knew exactly what each other had to say, but they were all going around, never getting to the point.

I'm waiting for someone to come, what is this guy waiting for? Borgin Bock was a little puzzled, but he continued along with Tom's ink.

After wrangling for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it, staring at Tom's expressionless mask, and asked, "Mr. Chamberlain, you should be a pure blood, right?"

The wizards at the door gathered more and more, and there was a noisy noise from the back door of the shop. Like Nelson, Karaktakus had been listening to Tom and Borkin’s unnutritious conversation, but he always stared at the door with vigilance. Nelson, who started to play with the lighter bored, instinctively made him feel troubled by this unplanned wizard, but after seeing Nelson took out another string of bracelets and started playing with it, he realized that the guy in front of him just wanted to use "Auntie "The precious gift" came to ruin people.

"Why? Don't you do pure blood business?"

"It looks like you are pure blood, that would be great," Borkin gave an exaggerated smile, took two steps closer, and saw Tom raised his head in a vigilant motion. He raised his hands to indicate that he was not malicious, and explained patiently. , "You know, it hasn't been peaceful recently."

"Yes, it's really not peaceful, and selling something will be forced to buy and sell."

Borkin didn’t seem to understand Tom’s sarcasm, and cut to the point, “If I’m right, you should be a descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin?”

Tom shrugged, neither admitting nor denying.

"Mr. Chamberlain, have you discovered Lord Slytherin's relics recently?" Borkin approached Tom with a fanatical expression. "We have collected a lot of antiques that have appeared on the market in recent years, and found that many of them have Lord Slytherin's. Brand, you must have found his relic!"

"I said no, you definitely don't believe it, so what do you want to do?" Tom sneered, "Kill me here and take them away?"

"No, no, no!" Bo Jin waved his hand repeatedly and denied it, "Mr. Chamberlain, we are businessmen. Businessmen only talk about business peacefully. You know, it's not peaceful these days. It's easier for our noble pure-blooded families. Being coveted unkindly."

"So you are coveting that imagined Slytherin legacy?"

"Mr. Chamberlain, I'm telling the truth. The antiques you have sold in recent years are indeed of extremely high collection and artistic value, but these are not enough," Borkin licked his lips and said, "Lord Slytherin's treasure There should be more than this, right? We want magic, we want powerful magic that has been cut off in ancient times, and we want some weapons that can arm ourselves and protect ourselves in this chaotic world."

"Is there not enough black magic in your family?" Tom sneered, "Do you really want to protect yourself?"

"Not enough... not enough," Bojin turned his back, facing the densely hidden wizards outside the door, and opened his arms, "Mr. Chamberlain, I know you must be strong, so we sincerely invite you Join us, I will pay you a price that satisfies you, and I promise--"

"You are taking chestnuts from the fire, and you are even talking about dreams," Tom interrupted Borgin's narcissism, "I'm not interested in these **** things."

"Uh..." The interrupted Bojin felt a little uncomfortable. He breathed calmly, clenched his fists, and changed his unceremonious tone, "Then I think your magic needs to join us."

"My magic says it doesn't want to."

"But you are willing."

Borkin clapped his hands, and the back door "slammed" open from the outside. People outside the door were full of heads. A few guys who seemed uncomfortable came in and kept a certain distance. They surrounded Nelson, Tom, and the two bloggers. Originally Some small shops immediately became cramped. Bokin tilted his head, looking like he was holding the winning ticket, and said to Tom, "Mr. Chamberlain, we will give you a reasonable price."

"Do you want to take it by force? But I didn't bring it."

Tom tilted his head, in Bokin's eyes he was completely confused about the situation.

"You can ask this friend of yours to get it," Borkin pointed to Nelson who closed the lid of the lighter, and then to the wizards behind him, "Or tell me where I am and we will send someone to get it for you. , Don’t think about running away, the entire shop has been enveloped by the Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse."

"Really professional," Tom was speechless, shook his head, "It seems that you must have done a lot of killing people and selling goods. Don't you think that you are ridiculous? Are you so sure that you are so sure that I am so ridiculous? Lettering’s magic? Even if there is, you think you can learn it? Are you not afraid of the kitchen magic I got?"

"I'm pretty sure, I also have evidence." There was no smile on Bojin's face. He was disdainful of pretending to be himself. He pulled out his wand and pointed to Tom with an unkind expression. "I gave you a chance. I will be tortured later. I hope your mouth can still be as hard as it is now."

"You seem to be afraid that others will not know your stupidity."

Borkin turned his head and saw Nelson upright holding the door frame. He just wanted to open his mouth and scold him when he saw Nelson crush a ball on the ground with his toes.

Feeling faintly uncomfortable, Bo Jin took a step back, raised his wand and shouted, "Iron armor--"

"Except your weapon!" Karaketakus moved faster than him. A red light shot at Nelson, but a shield suddenly flew out from behind him, blocking the spell, and the refracted beam hit the door. A tall wizard in, he seemed to have been hit by a car, and flew backwards. A stubby wand flew towards Karaktakus. He caught the wand and sipped, "Whose is this from? , What a waste!"

"I hope that when you lie on the ground later, you will be as confident as you are now."

Nelson shrugged and snapped his fingers crisply.

"——Protection!"

Bojin’s iron wall appeared around his body, but he was not attacked by the imaginary curse, but the scenery in front of him changed, and the thick fog that made one’s hands suddenly appeared in the shop, and there was a burst of noise in the shop~ www.readwn.com~ Almost all wizards were frightened by the sudden appearance of the mist, and stood still and did not dare to act rashly.

"Is this Slytherin's magic?" Borgin became even more excited when he saw this. He cast an obstacle curse in the direction Tom was standing in his mind, but only the sound of the shelf collapsed.

"Bojin! There are too many people in the shop! Don't use magic!" Karaktakus's voice came from not far away, and he shouted, "Beware of hitting your own people. People outside are optimistic! Don't let them I slipped out!"

Hearing a definite answer from outside, the old man raised his wand again and yelled: "Sweep away!"

A gust of wind blew into the shop from outside, and under the continuous scouring, the fog that had not been deliberately maintained gradually became thin and riddled with holes.

Opposite Bogin, Tom was squatting behind the shelf, vigilantly imposing a protection spell on himself. Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder. He twisted his shoulder, patted the hand, and whispered, "You have a relationship with the wizard Have you ever fought? You may be better at dealing with big guys, but you still have to learn from me when dealing with wizards."

Tom raised his wand and waved it hard, and a sharp red light lit up, reflecting the fog in the store into a red.

The red mist illuminates his cold-faced face, and a trace of depressed blood flashes in his two black eyes. I am jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 181 Bogin Bok Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Please click [Jump]

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