My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson, the kids love these balloons."

Martha and Nelson were sitting on the roof, looking at the kid running wild with balloons in the yard, and said cheerfully.

"Don't you like it too?" Nelson sighed, looking at the balloon floating above Martha, "I haven't been sitting here for a long time. I used to—"

"You used to like to sit on the roof and soak up the sun," Martha took over Nelson's words. "But how many days can you see the sun in London? So we all thought you were weird at that time."

"Do you think I'm weird too?" Nelson asked with a smile.

"Of course, I find you the most weird," Martha pulled down the balloon and bounced it in her hand. "Especially after that time, you are a strange and good person, Nelson. I think except for Mrs. Cole, you The two weirdest people are the best here!"

"Tom?"

"He even wrote to me before, asking me how to sew clothes," Martha covered her mouth. "He also asked me not to tell you and Christina. Speaking of which, is that little girl with you too?"

"Yeah, she is Tom's younger sister," Nelson shrugged. "It's amazing. The two people I knew in the orphanage turned out to be brothers and sisters, and I didn't dare to write such novels like that."

"It's great..." Martha was moved. She curled her knees on the eaves, raised her head, and looked at the sky where the sun could not be seen, and said, "I can find my relatives, me and most of the people here. All……"

She closed her eyes and said nothing.

"Is it different?" Nelson laughed. "I thought you treated Mrs. Cole as a mother."

"Of course, but it's different!" Martha argued, but after thinking about it, she laughed, "Yes, what's the difference?"

"Wow -" behind them suddenly came the sound of flapping wings, Nelson turned his head, a gray owl was flying towards him with a letter in his mouth, he reached out his hand to catch the envelope, at Martha When he turned his head, the owl had already flown away.

"Owl?"

"Well, but I seem to be scared away." Nelson shook his head and stuffed the letter into his pocket.

"what is that?"

"It's nothing," Nelson stood up holding the tiles. "I have something to do. Let's take a step. I'll see you in two days."

"what?"

Martha hasn't understood yet. Nelson has jumped into the house from the wooden ladder, leaving a small pile of cash where he just sat, covered with a note-"Deposit for clothes, come on!:

"What an abstract smiley!" Masha laughed "pounced". She didn't get up and pursued to ask for understanding. Instead, she sat on the spot with her knees on her knees and murmured, "I know, that man came that year. Within a few days, both you and Tom’s windows were knocked open by an owl, and then you disappeared... Then the man did not come again, but the owl took Christian away again. Where did you go?"

Standing at the corner of the corridor, Nelson opened the letter, which was summoned by Wissengamer. He shook his head, and a touch of flame swallowed the letter paper.

"It's so dumb." He shook his head and smacked his lips, like an old father whose son had a zero test. He took out a double-sided mirror from his pocket and shouted inside, "Tom, Tom Riddle, listen. Can you see it?"

"Huh-"

Tom's voice soon came from the mirror. He seemed to have just finished his vigorous exercise and was breathing heavily. In the background noise, there were also the roar of basilisk, the sound of curses passing by, and many cheers.

"Did you... have a war against Hogwarts?"

"Is there anything?" Tom quickly responded, "I'm fighting Ludwig. They are leaving soon. Don't tell me, this kid is really good at fighting."

"He is really a tough guy," Nelson agreed. It turned out that Tom was fulfilling the agreement with Ludwig. "I'm going to Wiesengamau later. If the time is not up, you may still have to collect the bonus."

"Are they going to give you medals again?"

"No, they accused me of violating confidentiality laws."

"Then I can't miss it!" Tom was interested, "You let them slow down, I'll pass right away."

"But duel—"

"It's okay. Although he is hard, it is not enough."

"Riddle! Why are you distracted in a duel!" Ludwig's iconic roar came from the mirror, "Can't I even make you serious?!"

"I don't have the time to play with you anymore!"

There was a loud bang, and Tom looked into the mirror and said, "I'm leaving", and cut off the communication.

Nelson shook his head helplessly, raised his wand, and disappeared in place.

...

"If you have to comment on me, I can only say that it's kind of funny."

"Pump—"

In the halls of Wiesengamo sporadic unquenchable laughter sounded. This situation was unimaginable a few years ago. The dignity of Judge Shafik is the majesty of Wiesengamo, but when he is optimistic about it While the young ministers have become more and more swollen with power in the past few years, these red-robed judges have begun to despise the prestige that took thousands of years to accumulate.

After all, when the Ministry of Magic needed the most manpower, the order "transfer Aurors to the Department of International Affairs" really did not sound like a normal person could give, but the minister was already crazy for the fugitive, and no one dared at this time. Touching his mold, as the chief of Wisengamo who promoted Noby Ritchie, Judge Shafik can only bear the anger of these people.

And Judge Shafik is also old. Compared to the time when Dumbledore was in public trial, his back was visibly buckled down, and in the depths of the silver thread, you can see the new and old He had a fragile hair root, and he even had to be supported by someone to enter the bench.

"Quiet!" Judge Shafik knocked on the gavel in his hand, but only made a negligible sound. Although his heart is still not old, his hand is indeed just an old man's hand, and the gavel is on the table. After a few knocks, he slipped from his dry palm and fell to the ground feebly.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

After falling to the ground, the real sound of the hammer broke out with a few crisp noises. Although it had been contaminated with dust, the majestic sound of the law still quieted the court of Wisengamo.

"You put it away."

Judge Shafik silently watched the young man standing in the center point the mallet with his magic wand, and controlled it with a floating spell to slowly fly in front of him, and gently fall to the table.

"Boom!"

This soft sound was unusually loud in the absolutely quiet courtroom, much louder than every sound just now.

"Nelson Wiltning Williams." Judge Shafik looked away from the gavel and cleared his throat. "Please answer my question seriously. What do you have against the law enforcement department regarding your allegations? Respond?"

"Isn't it funny?" Nelson replied, "I took the time to come to the Ministry of Magic with the idea that you have the ability to find the real prisoner, instead of answering it over and over again. I have answered it many times. problem."

"But your statement does not remove your suspicion."

"I have used the flashback spell to show you three times. The only spells that my wand have used during this period of time are the Phantom Transformation and the Unlocking Curse. Should I use these two kinds of magic to plan the same in the subway station? Is the magic leak?"

"It's not impossible."

"I have nothing to say," Nelson shrugged. "If you have to think so, then I can only obey you, but I hope that before sending me to Azkaban, you can give me a contact friend to extradite. chance."

The red-robed wizards in Wiesengamau became noisy again.

"Judge Shafik, the facts of the case are already very clear!"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with him."

"Why are you so stubborn? Do you have to and Nobby—"

"Enough!" Judge Shafik picked up the gavel on the table and slammed it on the table hard, "Don't disturb the order of the court trial!"

"Look, Judge Shafik, most of Wisengamao's adults agree with me," Nelson looked at the gallery, almost all the red-robed wizards nodded, "I have witnesses, but you seem to I don't think what she said has any effect."

"What does a Muggle testimony show? She doesn't understand magic again."

"But she can see me! She can see that when your Aurors are being played around in my face by a bad guy, I'm right next to her, don't the Muggles even understand the time? Nelson replied loudly, "Are the words of the Ministry of Magic staff who unabashedly pulled out their wands in front of Muggles more convincing? Are you planning a magic leakage incident with Phantom Shifting and Locking Curse? Reasonable. Is it unreasonable for a normal person to sit with another normal person and drink coffee?"

"I'm not targeting you."

"I didn't say that you targeted me," Nelson shook his head. "You just think that Muggle's testimony is meaningless, and you didn't even call her to verify the idea. Even now, you haven't found that Ms. Vashuazi— —."

"It's Wordsworth, Mr. Williams." The clerk at the door reminded in a low voice.

"Oh, thank you," Nelson nodded, and continued, "Even now, you haven't found any trace of the Confusion Curse of Ms. Wordsworth as a witness. How can the testimony of such a person be used as the basis for handling the case? What? Such an Auror who is controlled by the obfuscation curse and does some funny things without knowing it, don't know how much there is in the Ministry of Magic?"

"I didn't..." Wordsworth in the witness stand weakly said the first sentence of the trial.

"What?!" Judge Shafik turned his head, stared at the witness stand, and ordered, "Hurry up and get tested!"

Then he turned his head, looked at Nelson with complicated eyes, and asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask me, Judge Shafik." Nelson spread out his hands and said, "Aren't these things Wisengamao should do?"

"you--"

"It's better to let the adults of Wissengarmo start voting," Nelson suggested politely. "Presumably everyone is already tired."

For the vast majority of people here, the award ceremony of the Order of the Guardian Order took place yesterday. They were full of affection for this young man with full potential, plus the image that was made public-Nelson for protection The silent battle between the classmates and Second Salem was also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

None of them are fools. In this special period of returning to Newmondgard, why bother to make things difficult for a good young man who might be standing behind Grindelwald? Don't say that his self-defense is much more complete than the fragmented testimony of Wordsworth and her men. Even if he did this thing, is it really necessary to wait for Newmontgard to extradite him?

"Shafik." The same old voice rang from the wizard in red, "I understand your distrust of Grindelwald, but this distrust should not involve an innocent young man who believes in your own way. When Wordsworth summoned Mr. Williams, we were already right. Could it be that things have developed to this point and you still want to go on your own way?"

"I'm just performing my duty," Judge Shafik took a deep look at Nelson, and did not continue to argue, he shook his head feebly, "Vote, those who think he violated the confidentiality law... please give me a vote. Hand it."

There was a squeaky noise behind Shafik, and he turned his head abruptly, and a fat wizard was scratching his neck.

Noting that Shafik was looking at him, he smiled awkwardly and put his hand down.

"Nelson, remember who you are," Shafik left the last sentence to Nelson, walked off the trial bench with a wry smile, and ordered to his men, "Take Wordsworth to the Law Enforcement Department."

Nelson nodded politely to the wizards around him, and hurried away from Wisengamao.

"Laughing to death, is this Wizengamore's trial?" Tom leaned at the door, took the backpack that Nelson handed, and sneered. "I suggest that they go to learn from Ogg, the management of Hogwarts castle. They are better at interrogating prisoners."

"It's just a cutscene." Nelson said, "It's very clear. Someone used my image to use magic in the subway station where Muggles gather. This Judge Shafik was the one who hunted Andre. He seemed right. Grindelwald has deep prejudices and is also the strongest opponent of the Ministry of Magic's exchanges with Newmontgarde. For people with an unclean background like me, naturally, I must seize the opportunity to beat them."

"I read the dossier, it's more boring than the scene when you teased the old man~www.readwn.com~Tom yawned, "But it's really stupid, if I can, I really don't want to come here for the rest of my life. "

"I might have to come again in a few days."

"What did you do?" Tom's words were full of curiosity.

"I didn't do anything. I came to follow Minerva to solve her personal problems this time, do you remember?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's a long story. Minerva's mother is a dark wizard," Nelson sighed. "If you have time to listen in, you will know what happened."

"Did you catch her?"

"That's a long story," Nelson asked, not wanting to say more, "Are you free today?"

"I'm here, what do you think?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter? Who do you want to beat?"

"You don't want to be so violent all day..." Nelson waved his hand. "But this time you are right. Find someone for me, the guy who does bad things in my face."