My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I turned out to be classmates with Voldemort (!

Downing Street, London.

"The smog is getting heavier. I don't know what these Muggles are doing."

Holding a luxurious walking stick, Bollock appeared on this historic street under the protection of Auror and his entourage. It had just rained last night, and he happened to fall into a puddle. .

It was dawn, but the bad air made people confused about the time and the pedestrians around, so that this group of wizards suddenly appeared in the middle of the street wearing cross-age clothes, suddenly shocked by a dog holding a dog. The passing lady screamed.

Bollock glanced at her in disgust, waved his hand, and put on a polite expression. A servant behind walked up to the lady, raised his wand and shook her face, her pupils dilated. Suddenly muttering "I forgot to bring the dog out" in his mouth, he led the dog back from the original road.

At the same time, another group of wizards with exhausted expressions appeared on the street corner, and walked towards Bollocs and his group under the leadership of a fat bald wizard.

Seeing the visitor, Borlocks slowly adjusted the bow tie, leaning on the cane with both hands, and said lightly when the visitor approached, "Mr. Weasley, good morning, I really want to say hello when you first come. But you have seen it, and I can’t see people three meters away."

"Good morning, Blake, the fog in London is really big." A few years later, Dorian Weasley was still working on the front line and didn't get an office job, but his position did increase. Going higher, he has taken the position of the director of the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic. He looked at the back of the noblewoman holding the dog, wiped the sweat from his head, and said, "It's good to be used to it. See you in London for a year. Less than a few times in the sun."

"This is not fog, this is haze, Dorian, this is a new word I just learned," Bollock shook his head and said coquettishly. Yes, you know, when I was a kid, London was not so breathless despite the fog."

"Really? Haha, I didn't pay attention."

"Did you know? Now that wizards have their own factories, but we are more efficient and will not reduce our quality of life," Bollock said with a blink of an eye. "Say business, Nobby Ritchie What?"

"The Minister has something to do, I really can't come," Dorian said bitterly, "So I will cooperate with you."

"Well, I said it should be like this a long time ago," Bollocks didn't feel angry because of being missed, and even said in agreement, "The Minister of Magic has everything to do, and work is already busy enough. Tell the Muggle leader to order this. This kind of work, as far as I can see, is already very grand by sending a small leader from the Department of International Affairs."

"You're right, so I'm here." Dorian shrugged.

"What are you talking about, my brother." Bollock laughed and patted Dorian on the back. "You are not a small leader, let's go. If you don't go, the Muggle Prime Minister should leave."

"Where is it?"

"Number ten," the entourage on the side replied.

The two groups walked a few steps and found a black wooden door with "10" written on it. Bollock stepped forward, and his entourage hurried to the door and knocked on the lion head knocker.

"Bang—"

The crisp knock on the door reverberated in the quiet street in the early morning. After waiting for less than three seconds, Borlocs frowned anxiously. The entourage immediately raised his wand, and the gate of the Prime Minister's Office, which could not be opened from the outside, creaked open. Up.

A maid in an apron was standing behind the door holding a broom. She was turning her head behind her, as if she was about to tell others that a group of uninvited guests had arrived at the Prime Minister's Office.

"Please, Mr. Weasley." As if he was at his own home, Bollock asked Dorian to go first. With a "bang", the poor maid fell stiff to the ground, like a sculpture.

Dorian frowned and motioned for Bollocks to go first, "You are the main person."

"Very good." Bollock nodded and walked straight in, leaving muddy footprints on the precious carpet.

There were some boxes scattered in the mansion. He frowned and went around and walked to the largest room in the house-the prime minister's office.

"You said that if I give the Prime Minister an Imperius Curse, the question will become simpler," before entering the door, Bollocks turned his head and said seriously to Dorian. He was satisfied when he saw Dorian's face appear astonished. Nodding, "Just kidding."

After that, he raised his cane, knocked gently on the door, and before a response from inside, he opened the door and walked in.

Dorian and a group of Aurors were left standing outside the door, their faces nervous.

"Just put the cigar on the table."

A fat, bald old man sat behind his desk. Although his hair was small, each one was carefully combed back. The prime minister's face was filled with anger and worry at the same time, and his expression was extremely rich.

"I don't know if you can get used to smoking this kind of cigar," Bollock smiled, took a box of cigars from his pocket, put it on the desk, took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack at the door. "Mr. Prime Minister, good morning."

"Who are you?" The Prime Minister frowned and looked at the awkwardly dressed man before him. He stretched out his hand from the desk and leaned back on the chair. "Is there still a royalist?"

"No, no, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm not a royalist. You don't have to press that button. I can protect your safety." Borox raised his cane and waved it lightly. The lid of the cigar box was answered. Cut it open, and the lit cigar flew slowly in front of the Prime Minister, "We had an appointment before, and I was sent by Mr. Nobby Rich."

"Wizard?" The Prime Minister struggled to squeeze the word out of his mouth and said, "Sorry, you don't seem to have an appointment, and my schedule today is very full."

Bollock raised his head and looked at a portrait in the corner.

Under the gaze of the Prime Minister, the person in the painting raised his hand, scratched his nose, and then disappeared.

"It's okay, I can make an appointment on the spot," Bollock said with a smile, and pulled a chair to the desk and sat on it. "Moreover, your schedule for today is now very generous."

The Prime Minister was already looking at the painting. After a few seconds, he rubbed his eyes, took the cigar that had been floating in front of him, and said, "What's the matter?"

"There are some trivial things that need to be ventilated with you," Bollock took out a folded handkerchief from his pocket, spread it out on the table, and drew out a thick stack of parchment paper from below, tying it to the prime minister. In front of him, he also put a gift box on the parchment, "I heard that you won the war and the ministry is busy with work, so I haven't had time to congratulate you."

"That has nothing to do with me." The prime minister shook his head, put the gift box aside, and read the content on the parchment.

"I just noticed that there are boxes everywhere in your mansion. Isn't the situation stabilized yet?" Borocus asked with concern, without the impossibility of killing all Muggles in front of Dorian. "If you need help, you can talk to us."

"No, it's just a private matter. It's just your minister... I remember he wasn't called Nobby Ritchie before," the prime minister thought for a moment and explained, "maybe later he needs to send someone to contact the new prime minister. ."

"Are you going to change the term?" Borlocs asked curiously. "You just took them to a victory, but were you replaced?"

"..."

The prime minister shrugged, noncommittal.

"It's really hard to understand," Brolock said with a sad expression. "It's a pity that I can't participate in the election, otherwise I will vote for you, but no matter how sad, I have to work, right? I'm here to tell you unfortunate news. , Just yesterday, in your country, a group of Muggles planned the largest attack on wizards in history. What's more unfortunate is that wizards all over the world have seen almost the entire process of this attack, so... "

The Prime Minister was stunned in his seat, a little puzzled, and Borox was only half talking. The room was plunged into a tense silence. After only half a minute, the Prime Minister's face who realized what had happened instantly became difficult to look. .

And Bollock also said the second half of his sentence.

"... Recently, there may be frequent entry and exit of foreign wizards. I hope that you and your government can make early warnings and preparations for what may happen."

The Prime Minister still did not speak. He lowered his head and looked at the parchment in front of him mechanically. The wall clock behind him made a "tick" sound, which was unusually harsh in the quiet office.

After a while, he raised his head, pointed to a document in front of him, and said blankly, "The date of this application is June 4th. Why do I only see it now? I noticed that your competition …"

"It's the Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Prime Minister, it ended yesterday." Bollock said following his words, "In fact, that attack happened at the Triwizard Tournament final, Hogwarts. All of the students were involved in this terrible accident."

The Prime Minister nodded thoughtfully, and did not ask what Hogwarts was. He continued to look at the documents in front of him. The time passed by, and Bollocks smiled and waited patiently.

"Should they not go to America?" the Prime Minister said suddenly.

"Under normal circumstances, yes." Bollocks nodded, "But at 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon, the Magic Congress of the United States closed the interface of the Floo Network. This is currently the most common means of transportation for wizards to travel long distances. They announced to the public. This is a routine overhaul, but I think you also understand what it is."

The prime minister slurped the cigar in his mouth fiercely. The light spot of the cigarette **** flickered. The accumulated long cigarette butts fell on the table as he opened his mouth again and lit a corner of the parchment. He pressed out the sparks with his hands. Asked blankly, "So what the wizard wants us to do."

"I don't know, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm just here to inform you of this." Bollock said with concern. "Just now, a march against the "Secrecy Act" broke out in Diagon Alley in London. This may not be good news for you. By the way, do you know what the confidentiality law is?"

"I know." The prime minister gritted his teeth and said, "but these should have nothing to do with us. The matter of your wizards should be solved by the wizards themselves, and it is not the British Empire who sent people to blitz your school!"

"Well, it's a bit difficult." Borox scratched his head and looked at the portrait in the corner. The figure inside came back sometime. "Sir, can you help me ask Minister Rich how we can help British Ma Is it melon?"

The portrait bent down and bowed, then disappeared.

Just when the Prime Minister thought he was about to enter a long and quiet wait, Bollocks suddenly said, "Aren't you curious about what my gift is?"

The Prime Minister raised his head and met the look that Borlocs expected. He squinted his eyes and opened the gift box with two round metal **** lying in it.

"One for your mouth and one for your ears." Bolrox raised his cane, two metal **** flew into the prime minister's pocket, the gift box closed the lid again, and it was restored. "Sir, actually I personally have some ideas that can help you. After all, no one wants to be messed up by a group of foreigners again in a devastated country that has just emerged from a disaster."

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

…

"Your dad is going to find the Muggle Prime Minister?"

Tom’s childhood dreams were suddenly awakened, and he finally broke free from the crunches and sat up, "I haven’t been to the Prime Minister’s Office yet."

"What's there to go to? And it's in London. You can go anytime you want," Alphad asked inexplicably. "Speaking of which, my father should have been there by now, and he may even be in Hema. Prime Minister Gua has tea."

"They shouldn't be in the mood to drink tea," Nelson, who had been defeated in the fight with the question mark, was pressed on the bed, even though he did not forget to interrupt, "If I were Churchill, at this time, I heard your father Tell him some bad news with the minister, and I have the heart to catch them and make tea."

"Maybe," Alphad yawned. "Have you finished reading your newspaper? Lend me the ones you have read."

"I didn't expect you to be literate," Tom joked. "Give it to me first, Gnar. Let me have a glance. I'll go out later."

"Go to see Christian? Bring me something to eat and help me get the question mark away by the way."

"Meow!"

The question mark did not know where he took out two more newspapers. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com slammed Tom and Alphad's faces, the hair on their backs exploded, as if to warn them not to be nosy.

"I'd better go early, or it will make it as if my brother doesn't care about her." Tom put on his shoes, and ran fast with the newspaper in his pocket.

"I remembered that the water I was boiling was still on the stove." Alphad waved the newspaper and couldn't even wear his shoes.

"Can you not help but find an excuse for the last century!"

The only response to Nelson was an indifferent "bang."

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