My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

It has been two weeks since Wiesengamau returned to school, and Nelson’s campus life has also been on the right track. There is much less curiosity towards him. He wakes up, attends classes, and studies on time every day, a plain and fulfilling campus life. Finally returned to him. Although he had previously studied in Ifamoni, he has always traveled back and forth between the United States and Krakow. This peaceful life at Hogwarts was extremely precious to Nelson, and he was even unaccustomed to it.

The shrill shout hidden in the Order of the Guardian of the Guardian disappeared. It was like a dead soul who had lost his life under Helbo. Saying that sentence consumed all its strength, even though Nelson tried all kinds of excitement. Unable to get a response, it seems to have disappeared in smoke. The medal has also become an ordinary silver hoop. Except for some faint silver light, it seems to be no different from ordinary ornaments. The war that belongs to it has long been over. The current dementor is just the servant of the wizard. Has already completed his mission.

　　 Strangely, some students from the pure-blood family always salute Nelson when they meet him. This seems to be an ancient custom for the Guardian, which makes him feel flattered.

On Wednesday morning, Nelson got up from the bed as usual, washed up early, and sat in the Slytherin lounge waiting for Tom who was a little sleepy. He found a green velvet upholstered recliner and lay on it comfortably, watching The fireplace was in a daze.

Half of Nelson's face was reddened by the burning fire, and his thoughts were a little dazed. The furnishings in the lounge were almost unchanged compared to before he left. Only the cushions on the benches were changed in color, and the sofa and coffee table were changed. Location, a column against the wall was recessed, and a few pieces of debris were dropped. It is said that Alphad was in the third grade when he tried to open a new secret path to Hogsmeade in the Slytherin lounge. Evidence. Although he was caught by Professor Slughorn, who had just hit the corner twice, and accepted a year-long cleaning work, Dumbledore still did not destroy the structure. There is a small trace left-according to him, this is to commemorate the student's determination to yearn for freedom.

　　 Nelson couldn't help but chuckled silently, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned on the soft cushion to adjust a comfortable posture, and the beating flame looked the same cluster as it was years ago.

　　 The last time I stayed here, should I write to Jonas over there, right? Nelson couldn't help but look at a clearing by the fireplace. The weather is not too cold. The students moved the tables and benches by the fireplace to a relatively cool place. He squinted his eyes to find the place he liked to sit on the most. The chair was not found, it seemed to have been taken away by others, which made Nelson feel a little regretful.

　　 "Ah..." He covered his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and yawned greatly.

　　 "Who has been...huh? Nelson?" A group of dark figures ran outside like crazy. After seeing Nelson, she turned her head and stopped.

　　 "Morning, Walburga." Nelson straightened up, raised his hand, and greeted Walburga, who was holding a small bowl with a fork in his mouth.

　　 "Morning, do you get up so early? There are classes early in the morning?" Walburga approached, standing in front of Nelson, looking down at him.

　　 "Yes, there will be a history of magic in a moment." Nelson nodded.

　　 "The history of magic, that's no wonder." Walburga nodded, "It doesn't matter if you get up early like this, anyway, you can make up for the rest in class... By the way, what about Tom?"

　　 "I'm probably brushing my teeth." Nelson shrugged, "He slept a bit late last night, and he was sleepy this morning. I'll wait for him here for a while. Are you doing anything? Go ahead."

　　 He squinted his eyes and lay down on the cushion again.

"Oh!" Walburga replied, but there was no sound of footsteps. He opened his eyes and found that Walburga had put aside the small bowl in his hand, containing half a piece of yellow pudding. The fork was trembling in it, and Walburga was sitting in the chair beside him, wringing his hands, biting his lower lip, as if there was something hard to say.

　　 "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Nelson turned over from the recliner, walked over to Walburga, and found a chair to sit on the side.

　　 "There is indeed something wrong, but I think it's a bit too rude, and too difficult for others, I can't even tell..."

　　 The young witch said dejectedly.

　　 "It's okay, you can tell, it's not difficult to say it." Nelson said.

　　 "……"

　　 Walburga opened and closed his mouth, struggling a lot, and said, "That's it. If you feel embarrassed, you can reject me directly. I don't want you to agree to them."

　　 "They? What promise?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Did anyone threaten you?"

　　 "Coercion?" Walburga shook his head, "No, it's just people in my family. You know, the Black family is rich in blood lunatics and criminals, of course, except me."

　　 Nelson nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"Oh, except for Alphad," she added, thinking of her brother suddenly, and then said, "The Black family has been in decline for many years, and there is a house empty but Garon never has any real power. This makes my uncle and grandpa feel that they have insulted the family lineage. They have been looking for a chance to make a comeback for the past two years."

　　 "They want to take refuge in me?" Nelson did not react, pointing to himself and said, "I don't want to be the Minister of Magic."

　　 "No, no, no, you misunderstood," Wolbuga explained, "They want to find you a referral... a referral..."

　　 She suddenly got stuck, her eyes a little frightened.

"Introducing Grindelwald?" Nelson asked. After saying the name, the flames in the fireplace trembled. Over the past three years, Grindelwald has not only taught Nelson with a single mind, but his own business has not fallen. Two weeks before arriving at Hogwarts, Grindelwald had just held a public meeting with the Ministers of Magic of the Prussian region in Slovenia. During the meeting, the Ministers of Magic of the Prussian region jointly announced a blockbuster news. ——They will uniformly cancel all wanted and accusations of wizards with the status of Newmontgard, and hire weapons from Newmontgard, that is, they will invite Newmontgard to send troops to their country.

The European territory of about one million square kilometers has been branded with Grindelwald, which has aroused serious vigilance in countries around the world, including the United Kingdom. However, the Ministry of Magic of many countries still has ambiguous attitudes on this matter. With a wait-and-see attitude, some have already fallen to Grindelwald.

At the same time, Grindelwald announced the recall of all the wizards sent by Neumongaard, and then another dispatch, which means that a wizard war that has lasted for several years has been phased down, and a new round of expansion will be even more difficult. Stop it. In the all-out war initiated by Armando Dipeter, the still-unaccounted Hogwarts principal, the wizards on both sides exercised great restraint except Armando Dipeter himself. The casualties are not unacceptable. This is one of the reasons why many countries are willing to cooperate with Grindelwald after he recalled his men.

　　 The countries controlled by Grindelwald, the countries opposed to Grindelwald’s claims, and the countries that watch fire from the other side are thus caught in a weird three-legged dynamic balance.

　　 A family with a long history and a large number of people like Black would hardly do anything to give away charity in the snow. After carefully studying Grindelwald's propositions and forces, they decided resolutely! Look for an opportunity to ask the Dark Lord if he is willing to play with him. After all, besides Dumbledore, who can reject a world ruled by a wizard?

　　 "They urged me for a long time. I told them that I asked before, and the result was quickly seen through. This time they brought this specially..."

Walburga blushed, and took out a heavy black package from behind. When he saw the package, Nelson raised his eyebrows. Looking at the material of the package, the contents would never be cheap, Walburga Carefully put the package on the table, untied the knot, and a black square box with black glass inlaid on both sides appeared in front of him. Under Nelson's confused eyes, Walburga explained with a crying voice: "This is The photo camera... can record pictures and sounds. My grandfather said that if I don’t come to ask you, he will erase my name from the family tree. They also asked me to find a place to take pictures, but I think it’s not good... You just have to say rejection to it..."

　　 "Did your grandfather ever consider that he might irritate me, even Grindelwald..."

　　 Nelson said as he spoke, he suddenly reacted and asked, "How does he know that I know Grindelwald well?"

"I don't know..." Walburga seemed to be really crying. She picked up the photo camera and revealed another small package underneath. "Here is his gift for you, and there is a gift in it. Newmontgarde’s nomination certificate."

　　 "You said it wouldn't be nice if I didn't accept it," Nelson suddenly smiled and pointed to the package, and said, "Okay, you can record it."

"Okay... OK." Walburga sucked her nose and mouth, and the ladylike manner was gone. She raised the black square box, adjusted it for a while, and asked Nelson, "Nelson, can you please introduce me? Is your family given to the Dark Lord?"

　　 "No, that's no good," Nelson said, waving his hand, "Grindelwald doesn't like being called the Dark Lord. He always thought he was a good man."

　　 "What did you say?"

　　 "Grindelwald will do."

　　 "Nelson, can you please introduce my family to Lord Grindelwald?"

　　 After that, Walburga showed a relieved expression. She waited for Nelson to say the refusal, and then immediately sent the **** photo camera back!

　　 But Nelson didn't speak for a long time, just sullenly, facing the black glass in front of him.

　　 Just when Walburga was asleep for Nelson, he suddenly smiled at the camera and asked:

"Why not?"

"Huh—" Walburga heard Nelson's answer, and immediately turned off the photo camera, and let out a long sigh of relief. A big rock in her heart finally fell, and her name finally didn't need to be replaced by a small hole poked out of a cigarette butt. .

　　 "Wait?" She woke up suddenly from joy, looked at Nelson with wide-eyed eyes, and asked loudly, "What did you say?"

　　 "I said, why not?" Nelson spread his hands and winked at Walburga.

　　 "I..." Her voice stopped again.

　　 "Don't you want the Black family to contact Grindelwald?" Nelson scratched his head. "It looks like I made a mistake. Let's reshoot."

　　 Walburga hasn't recovered from the huge shock, but she instinctively hugged the camera without letting go, shook her head and said, "No!"

　　 "Oh?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also yearned for life across the strait. He waved his hand in front of Walburga, "Wake up!"

　　 "I...I certainly do, no family is unwilling to contact him," Wolbuga was extremely excited, "I just...but, I didn't expect..."

"Unexpectedly I would agree?" Nelson shook his head. "If Black agrees with Grindelwald, he can be found no matter how difficult it is, but if Black doesn't agree, then even if I set up a banquet and invite you to dinner together, there will be no talk at the table. Come together, why should I make your efforts in vain? But no family is unwilling to contact him...what does it mean?"

　　 "The Selwyn and Bulstrode families are very close to our family~www.readwn.com~ so they often discuss things together. It is their consensus to be effective in Grindelwald."

　　 "Which kind of "no family" is this..."

"No, Nelson, you may not understand. Among the pure-blood wizards in Britain, these three families have the loudest voices. Then it is the turn of the Malfoy family. As for the other families, they can only wave their flags and shout at the back. Of course, the families of Dumbledore are not included here."

　　 "That's it." Nelson nodded. It turned out to be this kind of composition, no wonder that Grindelwald was hooked away across the strait.

　　 "Thank you so much! Gnar!"

Walburga digested the joy, but finally exposed her own ingredients. At this moment, she was so excited that she remembered Nelson's nickname, grabbed the small package wrapped in the big parcel, and stuffed it into Nelson's arms, still hanging on her face. The tears left behind for fear of being removed from the family.

"Morning." Tom dressed neatly, yawned and walked down the stairs, and came to the lounge. Since he closed his eyes when yawning, he didn't see the scene downstairs for the first time, and waited until he opened it. Eyes, the tear-stained Walburga was squeezing a tightly wrapped thing into Nelson’s arms. He took two steps back and asked Nelson, "You rejected her. Confession?"

　　 Walbuga was about to explain, but Tom raised his hands and took two steps back and said loudly, "Walbuga, I didn't see anything. You continue, you continue."

"I--"

　　 "Come on!" Tom's voice floated upstairs.