My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hey! You guys, come over here!"

Dorian turned his head and waved his arms like a grumpy old hen. He called a few people who were collecting evidence around. After arranging the work, he turned his head to look at Karaktakus, waved his wand, and whispered: " Close your earplugs and listen."

Dorian’s ears suddenly fell silent, and then, he bent down, put his face close to Karaketakus, and whispered: "You can be more specific. Those two are the most powerful dark wizards you have never seen before? What in Britain? When did such a character come out?"

"Don't you know how to watch it yourself?" Karaketakus shook his head with a wry smile, lifted his chin to the black wizard, and said, "Or are you just trying to understand and pretend to be confused? Think about it, two Personally, after defeating so many of us, can't you see their level?"

Karaketakus lowered his head and gave a sneer. In his opinion, the reason why the two guys could put themselves down was entirely dependent on the sneak attack and the fog that Karkaroff called. As soon as he started shooting, his allies didn't have a weak hand. Among those dejected guys, there were many famous and powerful wizards. Before they even had time to show their magic, they drank hatred under Chamberlain's sneak attack.

"A bunch of trash!" Karaketakus gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Bok, what are you talking about?" Dorian asked.

"Nothing." Of course Karaktakus would not tell Dorian what he thought. He wished that the entire Ministry of Magic thought the two men were as dangerous as Grindelwald, so that they could at least cause them a lot of trouble, he closed. Eyes, thinking about the details of the battle, and soon he felt that he had learned his lesson. Those Slytherin magic cannot be learned, but Karkaroff’s trap-like props are worth learning-as a master The owner of the magic shop of the black magic props, the most important thing he lacks is these things.

Karaktakus secretly made up his mind that when rebuilding the store later, he must arrange sufficient institutions to prevent his own site from becoming someone else’s position. After a while, he raised his head and said seriously to Dorian, "I strongly recommend that you start to fight against that. Two people are wanted. They are too dangerous. If they are allowed to move freely in the UK, a law-abiding wizard like me will have trouble sleeping and eating."

"You? A law-abiding wizard?" Dorian sneered, "Don't think I don't know your details."

"Mr. Weasley, I respect you, your veins are filled with noble blood, but that doesn't mean you can slander me at will." Karaketakus seemed to have figured out something, his back straightened, said. "The adults in Wisengama specified that they want to be different from you."

"Even if there is no such thing, the contraband in your shop is enough for you...Huh?" Dorian turned his head and suddenly realized that it was not just the Bogimbok Magic Shop that had been razed to the ground, but the black hidden in it. The magical items also exploded into dust. He was surprised to find that even now he was extremely sure that all the people who were **** were black wizards, but there was no evidence to convict them. He stubbornly said, "You just confessed your guilt to me, these can all become evidence."

"Mr. Weasley, I suggest that you help me untie them now and take me to St. Mungo by the way. I just seemed to hear that you were the man who called Mr. McMillan? I know him very well. To tell you the truth, he His nephew is over there now," Karaketakus raised his head and smiled, "Hey, he is being treated rudely by your men. I think Mr. MacMillan must not want to see this scene... As for the evidence you mentioned. , The two thugs were on the scene at that time, I was just being persecuted, and I can't count them."

"Bock, everyone knows what you are!" Dorian didn't want to care about this mess, but the person who reported the crime at the beginning declared that it was a magic disaster. After arriving at the scene, he understood what it was like. A "magical disaster", Dorian was also prepared to handle it with care like a colleague in the ministry, and ended in a hasty, but Karaktakus's attitude successfully angered him. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the old man by the collar. Said, "I will send you to Azkaban, I promise."

"This is not your guarantee." Karaketakus supported the ground with his tied hands, stood up with difficulty, stood struttingly on the spot, not going to see Dorian.

Reinforced wizards suddenly appeared on the street. Dorian secretly said bad luck. He has never resisted the arrival of his colleagues like today. Except for some small shrimps, most of the bound wizards are from the oldest and richest masters. The most powerful pure-blood family, they watched these Ministry of Magic employees confiscating their wands without fear. After a few days, they didn’t even have to send them to Azkaban. In the temporary prison in Wiesengamo, they May be going home with the family.

"You are still too young."

Looking at Dorian, who hurriedly greeted his colleagues, Karaketakus smiled sullenly.

...

"He said we were young."

Tom and Nelson, who have come to Diagon Alley, are sitting in the window seats of the Shelton cold drink shop, each holding a bowl of shaved ice. In this kind of sultry weather, eating shaved ice is the most enjoyable thing. Tom suddenly put down the spoon, raised his index finger, held his temple, and listened. After a while, he raised his head and said to Nelson with a sneer, "I said, he should be taught enough."

"Can you hear what he is thinking?" Nelson was stunned before he understood what Tom was talking about. He asked, "Why does he think we are young? Is there anything exposed?"

"What do you mean? Gnar?" Tom curled his lips, lowered his hand and said, "He has lived for hundreds of years, can anyone be younger than him?"

"Nicole LeMay?"

"Do we look like an old man whose knuckles are brittle and hard to walk?" Tom rolled his eyes and continued to eat the shaved ice. "And there is only one person in Nicholas, we have two."

"He shared the elixir of life with many people. I also visited his former residence in France."

"Former residence? Isn't he still alive?"

"I mean, I went downstairs in their house and took a walk."

"He shared the elixir of life with many people? Do you think we can buy it?"

"Why do you think you can buy something from someone who has a little bit of gold? Is your money as big as a newspaper? When I went downstairs to their house, Le May was not there, but there was a dog that almost I took a bite. As far as I know, the dog has also taken the elixir of life."

"Forget it, I don't eat anything that a dog has eaten." Tom curled his mouth and put his hand over his ear. "Do you think this Karaktacus has a bad brain? He is now planning how to treat the two of us." ...To make the reputation of Karkaroff and Chamberlain bad. Karkaroff is not well known. Chamberlain should be the most famous person in Britain now."

"Look, isn't this interesting?"

"Interesting? They are going to be acquitted!"

"Isn't acquittal a traditional art of Wisengamo?"

Nelson had finished eating the shaved ice in the bowl. He turned the small glass bowl, and a crystal ice flower slowly emerged from the bottom of the bowl. He mashed the ice flower with a spoon, poured some fruit on top, stirred it with a spoon, and said: "We can wait and see what the little old man can do."

"Well, he's already thinking about how to torture you...Huh? Wait?" Tom suddenly stopped, and the whole figure seemed to froze in place, his eyes losing focus.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Nelson stretched out his hand and waved in front of Tom. After a while, his eyes regained their energy. He asked with concern, "What did you see?"

"I saw..." Tom unconsciously picked up the shaved ice and swallowed a scoop. The sweet and cool freezing point at this moment tasted like chewing wax, his mouth moved perfunctorily, and he swallowed the shaved ice in his mouth, and then he put it down Little bowl, his lips pursed, as if seeing something difficult to say.

"Karaktakus thinks you have found the key to the Slytherin treasure from the Gunter family antiques," Tom swallowed and whispered, "He thinks he has a good thing in his hand, something that he imagined. Antiques that match the positioning of the'Treasure Key'."

"What is it?"

"Slytherin's locket..."

After saying this, Tom's eyes lost focus again, and he seemed to be completely immersed in Karaktakus's thoughts.

...

"Sir, okay...you can give it as much as you like!"

On a stormy night, Karaketakus lit his lamp and nestled in the store to read a novel.

"Wow!" The door suddenly opened. The sound of rain from outside poured into the shop, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Karaketakus, who was disturbed, raised his head impatiently and looked towards the door, no Know what is not long.

However, he quickly regained his energy. Generally, the guys who can come to his shop in such bad weather must have something urgent to sell. 80% of his hands have some good products. He adjusted his expression and showed a picture. The smiling face, who thought he was friendly, pulled himself out of the recliner, rubbed his hands and greeted him at the door, "This guest, you are welcome to come to the shop."

The visitor was a little thin, with a dirty black robe draped over his body and looked empty, like a flag. He took off his hood, revealing a face that was hard to please.

Karaktakus looked at it again and again, only to find that this guest turned out to be a woman, and the only thing she didn't look so thin was her belly, which was actually a pregnant witch!

"Sir, I... I'll sell things." The witch carefully reached into her arms, fumbled slowly, and then pulled out a silver chain with a simple octagonal locket tied to the end of the chain. Each side of the locket was engraved with ancient magic inscriptions, and Karaktakus could tell at a glance that what she was holding was a good product, but he did not act rashly, but squinted his eyes, revealing a look of disgust.

"Madam, you came here in the rain just to show me this?"

"No...no, you take a closer look, this...this thing is from our family...the family." The witch seemed to be a little slurred. Seeing Karaktakus's attitude, she suddenly became confused. Two eyes looking in different directions opened wide, and they were awkwardly promoting, "This is... this is the Gunter family heirloom, an antique from the family... You look at it again!"

Her tone changed from arguing to pleading, and when she heard the words "House of Gunter", Karaktakus also carefully looked at the witch in front of him. After a while, he asked, "You are Marvolo. Daughter?"

"Yes...Yes." The witch's voice cried, and the one who came to sell the antiques was Tom's mother, Merope Gunter.

"Didn't he just sell a magic book some time ago? Why? The money was spent so quickly?"

Merope shook his head and didn't speak. He didn't usually go out, and he didn't hear the news of Merope's disappearance.

"Little girl, you look embarrassed! You are still pregnant with a child." Karaketakus tried his best to make himself more friendly. He pretended to squeeze out two tears and said, "I really want to help you. But it’s very difficult for me to buy a local stall..."

"No... it's not."

"Is this Marvolo giving you?" Karaketakus asked.

"Yes... I stole it."

Merope nodded timidly, the witch who could catch old Tom for love and drugged it, but looked so helpless when facing the wizard.

"Oh, kid, listen to me," Karaketakus sighed, counted a few silver coins from the counter, placed them on the table, and motioned to Merope to take them. "Take it and buy something to eat. Make you hungry... and, don't you really think that your father, Marvolo Gunter, would really put some real valuables at home instead of in his crotch?"

"What should I do?" The anxious Merope stopped stammer, she asked, "Can you buy it? At least there are a few gems and gold on it, I think it's worth some money!"

"I opened the door to do business, no...oh!" Karaktakus pretended to wipe his face with his sleeve, then bent down, and counted five gallons from the counter, "take it, take it and buy two. A thick dress."

Merope took a step forward and threw himself on the counter to protect the gold and silver coins~www.readwn.com~Karaktacus looked at her like this, smiled and shook his head, and counted out five more like a soft-hearted old man. Long pushed in front of Merop and said, "I'll make up ten gallons for you, take the money to eat something good, go take a hot bath, and change into clean clothes."

As if afraid that Karaktakus would go back, Merope threw the locket into his arms, grabbed the money, turned around and rushed into the rain, leaving Karaktakus standing on the counter. Then he smiled with a successful conspiracy.

He walked slowly to the door, spit out sputum, then locked the door, put the locket on the table, and studied it carefully.

...

"Hello, Tom."

Nelson's voice pulled Tom out of this seemingly illusory scene. Tom woke up and left the cold drink shop without saying anything. Nelson's sleeve was pulled up.

"Go to the shop I bought, this Karaketakus, and I really have a lot of fate." Tom's expression became richer after he recovered, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I found something."

In the alley by the fireside, a sloppy man stood in the shadow with a dull expression, peering at the passing pedestrians.

"I'm Borkin Bok."

He said suddenly without beginning and ending, as if he hiccup suddenly, and startled the tramp next to him. Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 187 The clues to the locket Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if not automatically To jump, please click [Jump]

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