My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Looking at the headline of the newspaper at the bottom of the newspaper, Tom said, "Gnar, did you know? The Broken Cauldron Bar was blown up!"

"What?" Nelson stopped unpacking the bedding. He raised his head and looked at Tom. "Are you talking about the broken cauldron bar in Diagon Alley?"

"Of course, is there a second cauldron bar in the UK?" Tom carried the stack of newspapers back to the dormitory, ignoring the dust on it, and quickly placed them on the roommate’s bed in chronological order, turning his head. Said to Nelson, who approached, "Hey, look, some parade wizards rushed into the Auror team guarding the broken cauldron bar. The battle caused half of the bar to be blown up, and even blocked the Muggle magic. All were broken because of this."

"Tsk," Nelson slapped his lips and said, "I didn't expect it. I thought Grindelwald was already invincible when it comes to terrorist attacks, but I didn't expect anyone to be braver than him. The report said where it was. People?"

"The Daily Prophet has a reporter who witnessed the whole process from the assembly to the conflict. According to him, it seems that it was just a group of restless wizards gathered together and finally attacked the Auror."

"This time, the report of the Daily Prophet is really correct, but such a statement is impossible," Nelson shook his head and emphasized. "It is absolutely impossible. I don't think a group of skirmishers bravely attacked the Auror, even if they There are several times the number of Aurors, but this kind of people are often self-righteous and selfish. They don't want to put themselves in danger."

"Who knows?" Tom shrugged. "Fortunately, there were no casualties in Muggles. A few people broke into Diagon Alley due to invisible explosions and sudden appearance of bars because of curiosity, but the subsequent reinforcements rushed to them. Saved them before being hurt by the marchers and erased their memories."

"Tsk tsk."

"Noby Ritchie is condemning again," Tom shook his head. "I used to think he was a talent, but now I can see that he is essentially a figure like Grandma Chamberlain...Huh? Wanted? Sure enough. Professor Kers is wanted, but Chamberlain and Karkaroff? These two people are suspected of participating in planning and instigating the riot? Are they okay?"

"It's hard to tell." Nelson shrugged. "You know, I don't think it's weird if they suddenly start wanting Merlin."

…

London.

At Kings Cross Station, a young girl with a high ponytail walked down from the platform and looked at the station that was dilapidated by the bombing. With mixed feelings, she was dragging a suitcase that was almost bigger than her. Carrying a slightly faded but well-maintained tailor's tool kit in one hand, she has not returned to her hometown for many years. She is unfamiliar with everything here, like a traveler who is standing on the wrong side, half at a loss.

Martha walked out of the station by feeling. The moment her little leather boots stepped on the sidewalk in London, the familiar feeling returned to her, not because of the sweet air or the pavement with extraordinary resilience, but because of familiarity. The stray children gathered around.

"Beautiful and kind lady, do it all!"

The leading boy took off the torn hat on top of his head. The hat had been torn to the point where the material or even the style could not be seen. He trot to stand in front of Martha, bowed deeply like a Japanese, and held the hat upside down. Raised his hands to the top of his head, repeating the begging lines, "Okay, OK... OK…"

The children who were lying around him in the trash pile also surrounded him. It only took a second to surround Martha in all directions. Martha stood blankly on the spot, and she was picked up by Mrs. Cole here. Compared to when I went back, these begging teenagers are undoubtedly more organized and experienced.

"Sorry, I just came back from abroad, no pounds..."

Masha rummaged in her pocket for a long time, only to find a pile of green dollars, and these currencies were of no avail to the tramp.

Hearing this, the young man in the lead lowered his head which he had just raised hopefully, disappointedly. He buckled his hat back on top of his head, slumped his shoulders, and walked back to the garbage dump where he had been waiting before.

"Beautiful lady, I wish you enjoy every day in London."

He blessed Martha badly, and greeted his brothers and sisters to leave the sidewalk.

"Thanks...Thank you," Martha said to his back, "Can you tell me where the currency exchange is? I will live in London, and maybe I will come to give you some food in the future."

"You will see a Bank of England when you go south," the boy said weakly, lying back on an old mattress next to the garbage dump, "I suggest you go where you come from, go back, stay in this shabby place. May be starved to death."

"Thank you." Martha jotted down a few recognizable faces among the group of vagrants, "I grew up in London, of course I want to come back here."

Not long after leaving the train station, Martha found that she had lost her way, and the surrounding scenery was so similar and consistent-bricks and shingles were randomly piled on the side of the road, and some dangerous shacks stood in places where there should be tall buildings. , She walked through the hostile gaze, and it took a lot of effort to ask the location of the currency exchange office.

There is a long line at the entrance of the currency exchange office, which is in sharp contrast with the neighboring house exchange in Moncoro. However, most of these citizens in line come to exchange foreign currency, holding a lot of beauty like Martha. Very few people exchange money for pound sterling.

Standing at the end of the line, she was a little bored, so she bent down and built a newspaper on the side of the road. She read with gusto. I have to say that the Muggle newspaper was at least five hundred years ahead of the wizards, and the corners were full. After advertising various financial products and insurance, even if the smell of gunpowder in the city has not dissipated, the capitalists have stretched out their "diligence" hands.

"Have you just come to London?"

When Martha was perplexed by the outrageous news that Congress impeached the prime minister who had just won the war, a gentle female voice interrupted her thoughts. She raised her head and saw a well-dressed lady holding an umbrella. , Stood in front of her with a small bag studded with pearls, opened her bright red lips, and asked in a low voice, "My dear, are you planning to stay in London?"

"Huh?" Martha had a good impression on the woman for no reason. She nodded and said, "How do you know?"

"My dear," the woman took a step forward, took her arm, inserted the umbrella on the buckle of Martha's suitcase, pulled up Martha's suitcase with her free hand, and left the team without any explanation. , "You are wearing clothes that you may not be able to see when you squat on the street for ten hours. You have not brought an umbrella. You must have come from abroad."

"Madam," Martha tried to free her arm, but it was hard to shake like steel, "I just got in line."

"Come to exchange for pounds, I know," the woman smiled, "I have a more cost-effective and convenient way. There are more than 30 people in front of you. According to their work efficiency, you have to wait here for at least two hours. , But unfortunately, they are off work in an hour and a half."

Martha followed the woman in a daze to a street cafe. When she recovered, she found that all the banknotes she brought were in the hands of the opposite woman, which was thicker than her pocket. A thick stack of pounds and some change.

"My dear, the umbrella will be given to you." The woman blinked, and there was an empty cup in front of her, but the coffee in front of Martha didn't move. This made Martha wonder if she did it. It was a dream, but the heavy touch in her pocket dispelled the idea. She picked up some cold coffee in front of her, and listened to the woman on the opposite side saying, "You come to England, and I'm just about to go to America. We each get what we need. Very convenient, isn't it?"

"But you gave me more money than mine," Martha took out the banknotes from her pocket and clicked at random. "Madam, I don't have that much money."

"To me, it's all the same," the woman shook her head. "Anyway, these cash are no longer useful to me. I must need some material support like a little girl who came to a strange city, isn't it dear?"

"but-"

"I suggest that you deposit your money in the bank before this time tomorrow." The woman blinked and stood up. "It's lucky that you can meet such a lovely **** my last day in the UK, but we may I will never see each other again."

"Thank you, ma'am..." Masha looked at the woman's back in a daze, and suddenly remembered her lost, she asked before the woman left, "Do you know which direction the Xicheng Orphanage is? or Just tell me how to get to Xicheng District."

"Huh?" The woman turned her head, with a playful expression on her face, and stared at Martha's face. After a full half a minute, she seemed to have discovered something. She chuckled, and stepped on her high heels and returned with a "thug" When he got to the seat, he snapped his fingers and said, "Two more cups and two more desserts of today, thank you."

Martha looked at the woman who was sitting back across from her, and watched as she took out another pile of pounds from her arms.

"Madam, you—"

"My dear, at your age, you are looking for the Xicheng Orphanage again," the woman smiled and handed the money to Martha, and said, "You can collect the money. Remember to deposit the money in the bank earlier."

"Do you know where it is? I lived there before, but now the city has changed so much," Martha asked, thanking the waiter who brought hot coffee and small cakes, and did not accept the woman's money. "Can you tell me?"

"Of course, when you go out, turn right and walk along the street. When you see a church, turn left and walk for five minutes... But I'm very curious," the woman tilted her head, and that moment was simply charming, "Do you know What about people called Nelson Williams or Tom Riddle?"

"Do you know them?" Martha became excited. "We have always lived there before."

"Oh, I'm their acquaintance," the woman shook Martha's excited hand. "My name is Sykes. I owe them these money, so I'll give it to you."

Martha stared at the money on the table and fell into the memory. When she broke free from the memory, the seat opposite was empty. Only the two bills used to pay under the empty cup proved that someone had been here. .

Martha picked up the box, carried the tool bag and chased it out. There was no one on the street, only **** and sand rolling in the wind. The gloomy weather above her head lost her direction again, but she followed the words of Professor Sykes. Walking on the right, there are fewer ruins along the way, and the scenery has become more familiar.

The newspaper she took to the cafe in her hand was forgotten on the seat of the cafe. The waiter who came to clean up picked it up and glanced at it and threw it into the trash can.

A report titled "Multiple Citizens Missing Around Charing Cross Road in Westminster" was submerged in the information of the explosion. This kind of year, missing people is simply normal, and people disappear every day. There are even deaths. For the citizens of London, this kind of news can no longer interest them.

In the office of the new Ministry of Magic, there is a long-written notice in front of Nobby Ritchie. He gritted his teeth and looked at Judge Shafik’s assistant, waiting for the Aurors to send Melissa Sykes. After he was arrested and brought to justice, the "truth" was made public, and his heart had begun to imagine the wonderful vision of wizards begging for his re-election after he made great contributions.

Shafik’s clerk shook his head. For several years, he has witnessed this aggressive young man step by step from the son of tomorrow that Judge Shafik was looking forward to, under the corruption of the powerful, into a wine bag and rice bag comparable to his predecessor. Even Judge Shafik didn't come to Nobby much anymore, but he was still ecstatic under the praise of those officials, and he didn't even realize that he had been abandoned.

"My Lord Minister, Diagon Alley needs reinforcements!" A quick knock came from outside the door. "The Auror has injured more than forty people. If there are no reinforcements, I am afraid that the casualties will really be out of control!"

"All go to Azkaban!" Nobby Ritchie slapped the table hard, shouting angrily.

"But they were injured—"

"It's better to die in Azkaban!"

"Okay, but Minister, instead of putting the Auror in ambush at the Department of International Affairs and the train station—"

"What do you know!" Nobby Ritchie interrupted the Auror outside the door with a roar, "Sex will definitely leave the Floo Net. This is her strategy of turning the tiger away from the mountain! You are all persuading me to give up, Sha Yes, Fick, and so is Dumbledore, now even you want to persuade me! Wait for me...when I catch her, you will know who is the wisest person!"

"Okay..." The voice outside the door weakened.

…

At the same time, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com London Port, Professor Sykes is leaning on the railing of a cruise ship, chatting with the young sailor.

"What? Your name is Jack? How many Jacks are there on your boat?"

"Madam, my former leader is also called Jack."

"Jack is all good people," Professor Sykes raised his glass to the captain with the sound of the offshore whistle, "For example, you are willing to let a poor woman who has not caught up to board the ship and then make up for the ticket... But someone will give you Have you said that? The name of this ship is not a good name for vehicles."

"Someone said that the former captain often talked about him. It was an impressive passenger." Captain Jack said. "But we are getting used to the waves. Madam, don’t be afraid, except for the previous battles. During that period of time, the Icarus never stopped traveling, and it was almost impossible to break down. But madam, why don’t you go to the United States by going to the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Hehe," Professor Sykes was enjoying the beauty of the sea, covering his mouth with a smile, "Just to make people unexpected, this is the charm of travel, isn't it?"

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