My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do you say Master Grindelwald's plan will come true?"

In an underground subway station in London, a young blond man wearing a long coat and holding a straight cane inlaid with amber stood by the railroad tracks, playing with a cute penguin doll in his hand, and casually asked a guy next to him road.

The subway of this era is very different from what you imagined. There are no glass guardrails on both sides of the platform. It looks like it is a railway station located underground. The tunnel is full of pungent sulfur. He is covering his nose and mouth, which looks suspicious. figure.

Long before he was born, London had a subway, but Nelson had never visited here, not only because there were no lines near his home, but also because of the smoky tunnel created by the steam locomotive.

This Muggle guy who was suddenly hit up with a guitar on his back, with two long braids woven together, was maverick and looked like a wandering singer.

"Sir, what did you say?" The young man scratched his head. The sound of the steam locomotive in the tunnel made him unable to hear Nelson's words. He said with a confused expression, "Who is Grindelwald? What did he do?"

"It's nothing," the blond young man waved his hand. "The Antarctic ice sheet is not formed in a day, and I need a lot of hard work."

The young vagrant singer ran out of the subway station holding his beloved guitar, "It's really bad luck. I finally found a warm place. I didn't expect to run into a lunatic."

The wandering singer did not understand what the strange guy was talking about, but the two weird men in the distance put down the newspaper in their hands as soon as they heard the name "Grindelwald", hid in the crowd and leaned over here.

"Woo—"

The whistle of the train reverberated in the narrow tunnel. The blond young man approached the platform and said to the two people who were approaching behind him without looking back, "Gentlemen, did the Auror office not give you any disguise training? I don’t know, most people don’t wear a pair of pink Hawaiian shorts under a suit."

"Who are you?" The two Aurors, despite their peculiar clothes, were at least well-trained. They doubled up one by one and surrounded him. The one with the big pants and slightly pink warned in a low voice. "Grindelwald in the Muggle face, are you blatantly provoking the secrecy laws?"

"Confidentiality law? I have no intention of offending, but your Hawaiian shorts have already torn it apart. As for who I am," he turned around and said with a smile, "My name is Nelson, Nelson Wiltning, I hope you remember this name."

"I know who you are, I warn you—"

"Is the British coal unwilling to do even the simplest desulfurization?" The blond young man turned around and waved to the two Aurors with a smile. "Gentlemen, I hope to see you next time. You can have a uniform dress."

The train was slowly coming in from afar with steam gushing, blurring the Auror's vision for a while, and they watched him lie down and disappear under the train's wheels.

A burst of bright light flashed, and the front of the car stopped abruptly as if it had hit the wall, and was recessed halfway inward. Under the action of inertia, the carriages in the rear derailed and squeezed together.

A spell shot from the bottom of the car, hitting the face of the pink shorts Auror, and an orange bird's beak slowly took the place of his mouth on his face.

The sound in the air was silent for a moment, and even the sound of the train situation turned into a buzzing noise. The two Aurors turned around gritted their teeth and found that all the Muggle passengers on the platform were looking here.

"Ah! Monster!"

A scream came from the crowd.

"broken."

The two Aurors glanced at each other, secretly saying that it was not good, saying that it was too late, the one with the reddish shorts disappeared instantly, and the Aurors with the pinkish shorts quickly drew out the wand and pointed it at the Muggle on the platform.

"You are-"

"Faint!"

The red light flickered in the small underground space.

A few minutes later, when the wizards from the Turning Memory Office arrived at the scene, only the Auror was still standing in the subway station. His companion who had just left ran to him quickly holding a photo.

"Yes, this is the person!" Auror in pink shorts pointed at Nelson who was charging at the basilisk in the photo, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Although it looks a little younger than the picture, it is him!"

…

"Hey, Nelson!"

At this moment, Nelson, who had ascertained the dossier, appeared at the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar. As soon as he appeared, several Aurors stepped forward and blocked his way.

Vaguely, he heard chanting roars from the back door of the bar. After so many days, the group of marchers were still so energetic.

"Sir, it doesn't work here."

"I'm not going to Diagon Alley." Nelson explained. "I just need to borrow the fireplace and go to the Ministry of Magic."

"Sorry, the Floo network of the Broken Cauldron Bar is disconnected."

"Well, I'll take the Cavalier Bus," Nelson asked with a shrug and curiously, "Isn't it said that the magic here is fixed?"

The Auror stopped talking, but stood upright in front of the bar, almost putting a "no comment" note on his forehead.

Nelson didn't dare to apparate to the Ministry of Magic. He heard that the Ministry of Magic had added some construction to the engineering team. He was afraid that he would apparate into the wall accidentally.

In desperation, Nelson had to leave the bar and came to Charing Cross Road. He stood there for a while, until a familiar shout took him away from the chaotic clues in his heart, turned his head, With heavy traffic, he saw the **** the other side of the road who was waving at him vigorously.

"Martha?"

…

"So, you've been in America all these years?" Sitting in the cafe opposite the bookstore in the center of Charing Cross, Nelson stirred the teaspoon in his hand and stared at the sugar cubes gradually melting in the water, and said, "Coincidentally, no To tell you the truth, I have been in the United States for a long time."

Paying attention to the outside light of the window, suddenly found that a head was retracted on the corner of the street. Nelson frowned and stared there carefully. Soon, a head sneaked out from the corner again, and the eyes of the two were in the air. When they met, the person who was terrified as a **** drew back quickly.

"That's really a shame!" Martha stared at Nelson, the spoon in her hand had already stirred the coffee onto the tablecloth, but she didn't notice it at all. "Mrs. Cole told me that you went to a restaurant called Hogwarts. I went to the boarding school in China, but I didn’t expect it to be in the United States! We were in the same country and we didn’t meet each other. I really regret it!"

"No, the school I attended is in the UK," Nelson shook his head. "The United States is huge, several times the size of the United Kingdom. Even two people who live on the Mishima all year round will not necessarily meet each other in their lives. Not to mention in a larger place."

"Yes, Mrs. Cole asked me when she gave me the tickets. The outside world is very big. I didn't believe it at that time. How could there be a place bigger than London in the world? If so, That can only be England, haha." She grinned generously, "What did you study in that school? Why did you go to England again?"

"Uh, I learned some techniques such as auto repair and machinery manufacturing. Later, because I broke the principal's car, I had to transfer to the United States." Nelson observed more and more pedestrians on the street outside the window. Could it be that he was involved in something The scene where the dark wizard was captured? He immediately looked at Martha, who might be affected, casually confused her question, and asked, "What about you? What are you doing in America?"

"Mrs. Cole has a middle school classmate's uncle who opened a tailor shop in New York. In the Lower East Side of Manhattan, she asked that classmate to write a letter to Mr. Ruger, asking me to work as an apprentice," Martha raised her sleeve. Show it to Nelson, then stood up and turned around. The hem of the clothes drew a wonderful arc, and happily recalled, "At first, Mr. Ruger thought I was a girl and couldn't make this kind of customized clothes, but he quickly I was conquered. Look, I made this suit myself."

"It's beautiful, it suits you, Martha," Nelson carefully observed Martha's dress. The red tartan coat was more avant-garde than the current popular styles, and he wore a brown beret on his head. The brass rivets are gleaming, and the black skinny jeans are bold in this era. They perfectly outline the advantages of the girl's posture. A pair of hard leather boots exudes the wild atmosphere of uniqueness and America. He nodded heartily. Said, "No wonder you wear a painter's hat. I remember you like needlework very much. I thought France would suit you very well."

A serious-looking lady pushed the people away from the cafe and walked in. After she sat down, a group of people came in like a tour group.

"Yes, the fashion capital, it's a pity that there is nothing left." Martha didn't notice the more and more people around, she shrugged, "The painter's hat is the painter's hat when I wear it on my head. It's just a beret."

"Perhaps it can be called a fashion hat." Nelson laughed. "You want to be a fashion designer, aren't you?"

"Oh? Fashion... Are you talking about Coco Chanel?"

"Yeah." Nelson narrowed his eyes and said secretly, "Could it be that the dark wizard they are going to capture is in this cafe? But why didn't he notice it? He was a cautious dark wizard, no wonder so many people were arrested, but Aren’t they afraid to stun snakes?"

"Martha, where do you live now? Would you like to accompany me to see Mrs. Cole and everyone?" Nelson worried that Martha would be affected and offered to leave. "Or buy some gifts first?"

"Okay." Martha readily agreed.

"Will you go out first?" Nelson put down his teaspoon, and he was going to ask what happened to the Auror. "I'm a little curious about the origin of the coffee beans and want to ask the owner."

"Oh well."

Martha looked at Nelson's untouched coffee, did not say anything, picked up her bag and left the cafe.

The moment Martha walked out of the cafe, the door was locked behind her, she turned her head, and the glass was covered with mist at some time. In the cafe, all the customers stood up and drew their wands. Pointing at Nelson in unison, the witch who led the head shouted in a voice, "Nelson Wiltning, you have been arrested! Please hand over your wand and join me to the Ministry of Magic for investigation!"

"?"

Nelson did not speak, but his expression seemed to say everything. In order to avoid irritating these Aurors, he remained motionless and asked helplessly, "Aren't you here to catch the dark wizard?"

"What? You admit that you are a dark wizard!" The witch took a step back and leaned back on the bar. She was used to the office. Today, I heard that the arrest was only a student, so she asked Ying to get some results, but she didn't. Think of it as a dark wizard.

"Did you make a mistake?" Nelson's face was filled with speechlessness, "I do go to the Ministry of Magic today, but your Minister Rich invited me to accept the award. He didn't inform me that I need to be proud. Luo grabbed it back."

"It looks like you are ready to fight back..."

The witch’s throat screamed. She had seen the picture, and heard some Nelson legends from colleagues who had participated in the triwizard competition, plus the Hogwarts-Newmondgard The file, at this moment, her heart is very bottomless, if Nelson wants to do it, can these people be able to eat that thing to punch it?

"What the **** is going on with you?" Seeing that these Aurors couldn't make a fart, he gradually lost his patience, "Is Nobby Ritchie going to repay the bill? Even if I don't want to give money, there is no need to kill him like this. Huh? Send so many Aurors, don’t you need to guard the cauldron bar?"

"Sure enough, things at the Broken Cauldron Bar are also related to you," the witch shivered, but the sense of responsibility gave her enough courage. "How many people are there? Are these Grindelwald's conspiracies? Number one. Was the attack on the Broken Cauldron Bar also your plan?"

"What stupid thing are you talking about?" The anger in Nelson, who was not happy, was ignited by the inexplicable questioning of the official. UU reading www.uukanshu.com "What are we you? Is Noby Ritchie demented?" A group of you like Aurors?"

The witch’s face was blue and white. She turned around and called a wizard who was wearing a suit and covering his mouth. He ran to Nelson with resentment in his eyes. Then, he threw away his hand. A penguin's beak sits upright on his face.

"What is this? Is a funny transfiguration also to blame on me?"

"Don't you admit it?" The wizard was embarrassed and put his hand on his belt as he said.

"What are you doing!" Nelson hurriedly stopped.

But he was still a step late, and the wizard's suit pants were piled along the legs to the feet, and a pair of pink Hawaiian shorts appeared in front of Nelson.

"Did the Auror office give you disguise training? You may not know that most people don't wear a pair of pink Hawaiian shorts under a suit."

"It's him!" The wizard pointed to Nelson's face and exclaimed excitedly, "It's exactly the same as what I just said!"