My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Don't you know me?"

"Even if you are a hot character, everyone is equal before the law." Like the leading witch said with a stubborn neck, she looked like a righteous man who insisted on his beliefs, but her continuous swallowing actions still exposed. She was stern, "I am Alan Wordsworth from the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic."

"You really want to make me laugh. How can anyone come up and declare themselves?" Nelson shook his head and took a step forward. The wizards all over the room took a step back, as if they were performing a rehearsal many times. He looked around in the crowd and found an obscure, thin witch who was shrinking behind the pink shorts witch, looking at him timidly, "Huh? Madam, I remember you should have been there before. Work in the Department of International Affairs? You handled the formalities for my return to the UK."

The witch did not admit it, but shook her head vigorously, and continued to hide behind the wizard in pink shorts. The wizard was a little short, and she was a bit tall, and the appearance of trying to hide seemed a bit funny.

In fact, there are only three serious Aurors in the cafe-except for Wordsworth, who is a little confused about the situation, who talks about "laws" and keeps his mouth open, the only thing left is that he ran into "Nelson" in the subway station. Nelson’s shorts were a duo, but they didn’t look like smart people either. Nelson eased from being disturbed and glanced around the "Aurors" present, and suddenly understood the situation.

"You are not an Auror." Nelson said categorically. "You are so unprofessional. I even saw several familiar faces. Most of you are staff in the Department of International Affairs, right?"

Wordsworth's expression management was not in place, and Nelson even read from her face "How did he find it? It's terrible!" This kind of sentence is very clear for the subject, the verb and the object.

"Even if my colleagues are not the real Aurors, but you can't let you get away with it." Wordsworth was still stiff.

"I don't mind playing role-playing with you, but I do have something," Nelson said anxiously, but his tone relaxed. He drew a magic wand from his pocket. This action made the air in the store half cold. , But he didn’t recite any spells. Instead, he put his wand on the table with a smile, and said, “First of all, when so many people are sent out to capture the suspect, you shouldn’t squeeze them all into the same room like playing wizard chess. Inside, but to allow clever people to touch the object, and other people to hide."

"I don't need someone who uses magic in front of Muggles to teach me how to line up."

"No, you need it," Nelson shook his head and said patiently like a teacher. "Look, I am not the one who uses magic in front of Muggles. In fact, you are. Look at your wands. , Terrified the poor shopkeeper, I still want to ask him about the coffee recipe."

After that, he turned to Nunu's mouth behind the bar, and the wizards followed his gaze. The corner of the door curtain immediately fell down and shook awkwardly in the air.

"Also, don't follow the dark wizard's gaze. I mean if I really are a dark wizard, then you are already under my magic." Nelson's voice was very close to Wordsworth, and she panicked. Turning his head, he saw Nelson's eyes that were only a palm distance away from him. Those eyes blinked, showing a humiliating smile, "Don't risk your colleague's life, Nobby Ritchie." Since almost all the Aurors are concentrated in the Ministry of Magic and Diagon Alley, you should stay closer to them, instead of taking advantage of the good people in the office to go out and see possible news for a little bit. The ridiculous achievement came out to'handle the case' without investigating anything, and brought a group of colleagues who have been negligent in duel work to give you momentum."

"Confusion curse? Don't let me catch you!" Nelson stared at Wordsworth's somewhat muddy eyes, the answer was already in his heart, and there was a dangerous smile on his mouth.

"you……"

Wordsworth's heart stunned. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had the same idea-a minor but complicated wizard. The minister was in a bad mood these days. Everyone knew the fugitive professor at Hogwarts. He may have already run to the moon, he will definitely make a fool of himself. If he can catch a prisoner who can divert the public's attention at this time, I think the Minister will be very happy...

Nelson's face was getting closer and closer to her. Wordsworth always felt that her eyes were foggy these days, and she could not see clearly at the moment. She blinked, and her eyes were miraculously clearer.

"You may not know that I came to London today to go to the Ministry of Magic and ask your Minister Rich to accept the award. If you poke a basket at this time, your promotion dream will be broken," Nelson said softly, "not to mention I just arrived in London, you should have been used by people with ulterior motives."

"how do you know--"

"Look, I have put my wand there, enough for you to go back to the business, I will go to the ministry later, please be sure to protect it." Nelson deceived forward, leaning close to her ear and said, "Okay. It's convenient, ma'am, I have to chat with your minister later."

"Why are you so familiar with Aurors?"

Wordsworth asked a question that had nothing to do with the "facts of the case" and the conversation just now, and she had already convinced herself after she recovered her senses.

"I have a younger sister. Her dream is to become an Auror." Nelson said from her pocket. "It looks like you have a set of opinions about the exam. I may have to bother you in the future."

"Ah...Okay." Wordsworth nodded and said Lang Sheng, "It looks like we caught the wrong person."

"Sorry to look so like the bad guys, it caused you trouble." Nelson scratched his head, looking like a sunny Hogwarts student. He turned to look at the pink shorts wizard and asked, "Sir, you just Did you read it wrong?"

"He was wrong." Wordsworth answered, "Thank you for cooperating with us in investigating the case."

Nelson nodded, walked through the wall, and left the cafe silently.

Martha stood outside the door and stamped her feet. It was cold outside. Seeing Nelson came out, she smiled and asked, "Did you inquire? Where are his coffee beans?"

"Siberia." Nelson said casually.

"Does Siberia produce coffee beans?"

"Yin, they grow in the greenhouse, and use hundreds of pots to boil water in the greenhouse every day to keep the room moist." When you want to maintain a lie, you need thousands of lies.

"Well, shall we go back now?"

"Yes, go back now."

"Do you remember the road?" Martha asked as she walked, even though she has grown up, she still looks like a curious baby.

"I carved a map of London on my knee." Nelson's mouth was already running the train. "Even if I close my eyes, I can find the way to the West Side."

"Really? Can you show me?"

"It's not good to roll your trouser legs in the street, isn't it?" After a few words, the two seemed to have returned to their childhood, and they chatted warmly.

It's easy to go back to those times.

"I met a strange person before, and she seems to know you." After walking for a while, when the two approached the West Side, Martha suddenly said, "I just returned to London a few days ago and wanted to go to the currency exchange office to change something. Pounds, a strange woman gave me a lot of money."

"Weird woman?" Nelson glanced at the entrance of a new toy store on the corner of the street. Someone wearing a penguin leather case that was waiting to send balloons to passing pedestrians could not help but said, "There are too many weird people in London, she can How strange is it?"

Martha looked around, and found that there were no pedestrians nearby, she took out a small note from her small bag and handed it to Nelson.

"What is this?" Nelson opened the note, which was just an empty torn paper.

"She gave me a stack of pounds and asked me to deposit it in the bank quickly. I kept my eyes on it," Martha said mysteriously, approaching Nelson. "This note was still fifty pounds before that day. Banknotes."

"Huh?" Nelson narrowed his eyes.

"What I want to say is... Nelson, I know that I was injured when I was a child. Even though the memory is vague, you keep telling me that it was a dream, but I always think it happened," Martha said timidly. Raising my eyelids, rolling up my sleeves to reveal an unusually conspicuous scar on the fair skin on my forearm, he looked at Nelson and said, "I have a scarred physique. This is the scar left by me when I was an apprentice. So when I grow up, I have Some believed that it was just my nightmare, but when I came back to London, I saw a person who could turn money into white paper...or maybe it was a person who turned white paper into money. She said she knew you, so when I was a kid Is the experience as magical as this piece of paper?"

"You may be a little uncomfortable, Martha, just stay in London for a few more days." Nelson shook his head and put the note in his hand. "This should be a receipt for the bank deposit, you know. They are good at using some inks that are easy to fade, so that they are better off."

"Nelson!"

"What's her name?" Nelson avoided Martha's questioning.

"She said her surname was Sykes!" Martha was a little angry, "wouldn't she be your girlfriend? The age gap is a bit big."

"Hiss..." Nelson shuddered when he imagined it a little bit. "I don't know any surnames like Sykes. I even heard of this surname for the first time. Will anyone really have this surname?"

He slowed down, followed behind Martha, and began to seriously consider whether or not to have an oblivion spell. From a statistical point of view, Muggles who had something to do with magic would not end well.

But Martha turned around, staring at Nelson and walking backwards.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm observing your size and preparing to make your body suit."

"Really? Thank you." Nelson pocketed the note and said, "Well, in fact, you can do whatever you want. I will try to grow your clothes to the right size."

"You are really a qualified customer," Martha praised. "But then I would not be a qualified tailor. Do you know what your size is?"

"do not know."

"Okay." Martha pouted, "I actually want to help everyone, but many people can't find it."

"I know Tom's is twenty yards." Nelson thought for a moment and said, "but I don't know the others."

"You are so strange."

"Yeah, didn't I just say it?" Nelson laughed. "There are too many weird people in London, like him."

Nelson and Martha were walking to the toy store on the street. The man wearing the penguin doll holster rushed up and stuffed a handful of balloons into Nelson's hands.

"Thank you," Nelson was a little confused. He always felt that this person was a little familiar, but it was hard to take off his holster to see. "I just happened to go to the orphanage. The children should like your balloons. ."

Penguin bounced and waved two short and stubby wings. He seemed to want to clap his hands, but his belly was too big for his short hands to touch.

"Are you hot? It should be very hard, right?" Martha asked curiously.

Penguin turned his stomach, and Nelson understood these things. He wanted to shake his head, but the doll suit had no neck.

He waved his wings and motioned for the two of them to wait at the entrance of the store for a while, and then ran out holding a bunch of balloons, and they all squeezed into Nelson's hands. Nelson only felt that these balloons were about to drag him away.

"I thank you for the children." Martha thanked again and again, and the penguin bounced around in place, looking very happy.

After bidding farewell to the penguins, the two continued to march towards the orphanage.

Nelson holding a bunch of balloons attracted the attention of most people on the street. Martha held a cherry-colored balloon and exclaimed, "He is such a generous person."

"What? Is this expensive?"

"Quite expensive!" Martha muttered, "This is made of rubber. This is a very luxurious toy!"

"Is rubber expensive?" Nelson was a little confused~www.readwn.com~ Didn't you learn mechanical manufacturing and car repair? How could such a question be asked. "

"Uh, I learned manual work, not purchasing," Nelson was a little embarrassed, who exposed his poor knowledge, but fortunately, those balloons blocked his expression. "Then he is really strange."

"You can't say that! He gave the balloons to the children in the orphanage." Martha poked the one closest to her, causing all the balloons to collide and dance. "Haha, but this kind man Mr. is indeed a bit strange, but I think the biggest problem is you."

"what?"

"You always attract some weird people," Martha said. "Start with the purple man who came to you and Tom."

"you're right."

Martha kept poking the balloon in Nelson's hand and walking on a familiar road, as if they had returned to the day when they were urged by Mrs. Cole to go back after a service in the Westside Orphanage.