My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Let me find one of the millions of people in London who once pretended to be you?" Tom rubbed Nelson's forehead with the back of his hand. "Did Shafik use Veritaserum on you?"

"what?"

"Don't you know? Using Veritaserum can make people stupid," Tom shrugged and explained, "Even if I let me find you in London, I might have to work a little bit, not to mention one who doesn't know what it is. We don’t know whether he is a male or female, whether he is young or old, or whether he is a human being. Would you like to sleep now and make a prediction?"

"Didn't you use the magic of finding people before?"

"Are you dead?" Tom said helplessly, "only blood can be found."

"I'll think about a way, I already have some suspicions. If I don't find this guy, I will have trouble sleeping," Nelson nodded and said, "Today's trial is very problematic."

"Yes, it's huge," Tom took over Nelson's words, and said, "If I were to plant a crime for you, I would not let you off easily. Look at this trial, I can only see a full It’s a prejudiced old man who is struggling with reason, but he is obviously also the one being used, and his embarrassment is only because you did not act after committing the crime in the subway station. If there is follow-up evidence, then in this tension They are enough to knock you off the dust."

"When you are nervous?" Nelson scratched his head. "I'm a bit tight. I don't know what happened. Is it serious?"

"It's not serious," Tom smiled, and handed a newspaper folded into the size of a wallet. "When the incident was about to happen, it was called serious, but it is not the case now, because it has already happened."

Nelson took over the newspaper. It was a Muggle tabloid founded after the war. The main content was "Happy Moments", "Emotional Theater", and "Secluded Silence". People just need it to relieve anxiety. In the first page of the newspaper, there was a paper titled "The Magician Found on Charing Cross Road, Is Our World Under the Control of Deep Power?" "Lace news was published in a magnificent manner.

"Can this kind of news be reported? Could it be that the ability to write off the office is already so bad?" Nelson took a deep breath, and rejoiced, "Fortunately, it was only this kind of tabloid that published the news. , You see, it doesn’t go against it when it’s placed in the'you're silent'. If the magical world is really open to the world at this time, I can't imagine what the residents of London will encounter."

"Isn't this what you expected?" Tom said with a chuckle, "Isn't it just right?"

"Shhh! Be quiet," Nelson dragged Tom nervously against the wall of the corridor, and looked around. He was relieved to see that there were no pedestrians in the corridor, but he still drew out his wand and drew a circle around him. , Then whispered, "But I didn't expect this way. I don't want the first contact to be like pedestrians in the zoo entering the Penguin Pavilion by mistake--"

"I understand," Tom said, pulling himself off the wall, holding Nelson's wrist, "this is the Ministry of Magic."

"Yeah." Nelson adjusted the folds on the collar and walked back to the corridor again.

There is no direct access to Wissengammo on the ground floor. Tom and Nelson walked side by side in the narrow corridor. Fortunately, no one came across from each other. The space was still ample. They walked along the corridor and passed several doors with similar styles. The two finally reached the top of the stairs.

"Do you know what's upstairs?" Tom asked coquettishly, his beating eyebrows as if saying "Ask me, ask me".

"The Department of Mysteries, a newly established department, or a department that has an office space for the first time," Nelson replied helplessly. "They are studying mysterious magic and some strange things, Tom, Don't forget, I have seen the drawings of this building."

"Well," Tom curled his lips in disappointment. "Do you know what they are doing?"

"The wizards who work here are called silent people, and nothing about their work will be revealed to others," Nelson looked at the excited expression on Tom's face, thinking that this was really bad for the child, so he could only say with a smile. "Tom, don't you know? I'm listening."

"I only know the contents of one of the rooms, which Parkinson's father told me when he came to pick him up yesterday," Tom said happily. "There is a prophecy ball hidden in it."

"Prophecy Ball?" Nelson shook his head. "That thing, just watch it. If you really believe it, you may be played to death by yourself."

After all, he stepped up the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Tom ran after him and said, "I have been curious for a long time. You are obviously a prophet, but why don't you believe it?"

"I have explained it many times," Nelson said. "The prophet sees not the complete future. Destiny will always give life to those who can't see it, and set a trap for the self-righteous. If you are familiar with the history of magic , You will know that no famous prophet in history will get a good death."

"Does it include Grindelwald? Did you see it?"

"..."

Seeing Nelson not speaking, Tom asked again, "Does it include you?"

"So I have never been swayed by those phantoms that I see. In this world, there are too many forces that make us daunting." Nelson shook his head and walked up the top stairs. "Tom, do you know me? I do know a lot of things, but there are more things that have changed because of my heart. Fate is the strongest thing in this world. The more you believe in it, the stronger it will be. But if you sneer at it, then it It will always be a weak joke."

Tom is skeptical of all authority, but he is superstitious about destiny. Nelson understands that this may also have something to do with him, but this kind of thinking is undoubtedly dangerous. There is a proverb in Ifamoni: "When you are curious When the spider is spinning, you are already in the web."

Nelson stood at the top of the stairs, looking at Tom below, with a blue light in his eyes, which was very conspicuous in the dark corridor.

"Tom, I am willing to share with you the future I see, but we can see if it will be changed," he smiled, putting on a solemn tone, "The Dark Lord will use him His thoughts and unmatched power swept the world and changed everything. Only his blood-connected lover can fight against him. But his resistance failed. Two parallel worlds will be pinched together by the Dark Lord's hands."

Tom widened his eyes and looked behind Nelson's head. There seemed to be a gleam of fate, his eyes were a little fascinated and full of trust.

"You mean Grindelwald..." Even the somewhat "superstitious" Tom refused this prophecy.

"Tom, don’t you think everything I’ve done is meaningless? Don’t you think the goal you set a few years ago will not be achieved?" Nelson was very relaxed, he was talking nonsense from the beginning, "The point is not predictive The content, but whether we can change it."

"very good!"

A drake-like male voice suddenly sounded behind Nelson, and Tom looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the "light of fate" behind Nelson's head trembled suddenly, and then gradually separated from Nelson.

"Fluorescence flickers." Tom silently shook his wand, illuminating a man behind Nelson with a weeping face and holding a crystal ball-the so-called "light of destiny" was emitted by that crystal ball.

He walked out from behind Nelson and said bitterly, "Sir, you have added work to us for nothing."

"Are you?" Nelson stepped forward, leaped down the stairs, and raised his wand.

"Introduce myself," the man said, holding the crystal ball, spreading out another empty palm, "My name is Bogut, this is not a pseudonym, but my father helped me take it, I don't know why, these it is not important……"

There was a sharp contrast between his frustrated face and his groaning speech. A closer look at Nelson made him even more sad, with a cry in his voice, "Mr. Williams, I am the silent man you just said. "

"What did you hear?" Nelson put his other hand behind him and threw another wand from his sleeve.

"I've heard everything from the Department of Mysteries," he said, raising his hands, "but the Silent Man will remain silent to all...but I still have to say, your attitude towards prophecy is simply great!"

"Am I right?" Nelson slammed at Tom Nu.

"The problem is here..." Bogut's sorrow deepened. "A small part of the purpose of our research that I can reveal is indeed related to what you said. We have done countless experiments and have gone through countless experiments. Qing’s verification finally got a result... Your attitude is very brave, but you may be wrong."

"Wrong?" Nelson felt a little flustered. "Then why do you say it's good?"

"I think you should understand," Bogut raised the prophecy ball in his hand, the soft silver mist in the crystal exuded a gentle white light, "Mr. Williams, you have made an incredible prediction!"

"Gnar," Tom swallowed and said softly, "what did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You can't pretend that nothing happened just now." Tom's expression is very complicated, almost all emotions can be found on his face at the moment.

"I just said it casually." Nelson scratched his head. "To be honest, I was teasing you."

"Mr. Williams," Bogut said. "Let me be a digression. The vast majority of prophets in the world make predictions casually. You see, the prediction ball is bright."

"It's just a glass ball."

"it--"

"Alright!" Nelson's voice echoed in the corridors of the tenth and ninth floors. Bogut shrank his neck and pinched the prophecy ball with two fingers, as if holding a hot potato, "You are a silent person. Well, you should be silent."

"I...Mr. Williams," Bogut carefully pocketed the prophecy ball, realizing that Nelson was asking himself to leave at the door of his office, but he didn't refute anything, just took off his hat and deepened to Nelson. He bowed, and then walked quickly into the darkness behind him. It was a simple corridor, but it made Nelson panicked. "My son is also studying at Hogwarts. Thank you for saving him. ."

"You're welcome."

Nelson said with a straight face and his tone of voice to the darkness without ups and downs. He realized that the lie he had just made up might bring unexpected big troubles.

"Let's go, Tom." Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder and said, "Look, superstitious people will end up being as stunned as him."

Tom followed him up the stairs without expression, staring into the darkness of the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries. Under the guidance of the lighting spell, the two quickly found the elevator leading upstairs, and Nelson supported the desperate. Tom walked in and pressed his wand on the platform next to the elevator door.

"Hello, visitor Mr. Nelson Wiltning Williams," a female voice without emotion came from the elevator, "please inform the entourage, the destination and the reason for the visit."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Nelson said toward the top of the elevator, "visit Minister of Magic Nobby Ritchie to receive the Triwizard Tournament bonus and the reward for repelling the second Salem."

"Destination, basement floor, minister's office," the female voice said without a stir, "welcome you and wish you a good day."

"Thank you, but you already said it once when I came." Nelson leaned weakly against the inner wall.

"The suggestion has been put into the library. Thank you for your concern about the work of the Ministry of Magic. I wish you a good day."

Nelson ignored her. At the top of the elevator, the counter on the left turned to one, and the counter on the right quickly decreased from nine.

"Tom, Zweig's craftsmanship is pretty good," Nelson patted Tom's shoulder, who was motionless, and said with a dry smile. You have to find him."

"Yeah." Tom responded.

"I heard that Nobby Ritchie is still waiting for Professor Sykes to go to the International Affairs Department to sit on the Floo Net," Nelson said again. Sentenced."

"Yeah." Tom answered again.

"I asked Martha to help us make clothes. She has been learning tailoring for the past few years. I don't know how the craftsmanship is, but I think it should be good," Nelson continued. "I heard you asked her how to sew clothes? For Chrissy's hat?"

"Yeah." Tom still only responded.

Seeing Tom became only "um", Nelson panicked. He raised his hand and waved in front of Tom ~www.readwn.com~ but Tom still had no response.

Fortunately, there was no one else taking the elevator on this road. Soon, the voiceless female voice sounded again.

"Tenth floor, here it is, I wish you a nice day."

"Tom, here it is," Nelson raised his hands and patted hard in Tom's ear. "Three hundred gallons, there is an extra bonus! Don't you want it?"

"Gnar," Tom raised his head suddenly with a red light in his eyes, "you only predicted Dumbledore's failure, didn't you?"

"I don't think Dumbledore will actually fail." Nelson swears to the chocolate frog picture, but after the first episode, he also began to lose ground.

"So," Tom rubbed his eyes, and the whole person suddenly returned to normal, "So the subsequent plot is still unknown, isn't it?"

"Oh! Let me see who is here!"

An enthusiastic greeting came from the front, and Nobby Ritchie had waited outside the elevator early. He grabbed the shoulders of the two of them and interrupted the conversation.