My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Minister Rich."

Nelson and Tom leaned slightly and saluted the man who represented the supreme power of the wizard.

"So happy, so happy. Seeing you, I feel as if I am back when I was young. At that time, I was studying at Hogwarts just like you guys. It's a pity that everything is different. Now the principal is already Deng. Professor Blido," Richie held the two of them on the shoulders and led them to the office. "Sorry, sorry, I am like this, I always like to remember the past."

But he was still young, but he was infected with the unique problems of those old and old guys.

It was really difficult for Nelson to connect the Nobby Richie in front of him with the energetic unknown man who dared to publicly impeach the then minister a few years ago. Although his face was still young, he had a pot-bellied posture and a horoscope with his chin up. The gait of the gait is already the same as that of those in power, but when the power falls on him, there is a sense of disharmony. When Judge Shafik is not present, his eyes are always looking around. It’s like a little boy who stole his father’s clothes.

Nelson even felt that his ears were full of the legendary harassment fly, and Rich’s undisguised mood was pouring out into the air. In this age of almost everyone’s ignorance, his previous operations were stupid. The maverick, standing out from the crowd, has reached a new level of stupidity. Combined with the level of the previous minister, Nelson has to wonder whether the most important requirement of the Ministry of Magic to appoint a minister is stupid enough.

But the impression of Nobby Ritchie does not seem to be a stupid person. On the contrary, in the first few years of Krakow, Nelson, who has a good working attitude, often read the internal reference documents sent to various stations by Newmont Gade. In the document, Nobby Ritchie is undoubtedly one of the wizard leaders who needs the most attention.

Backed by the Shafik family and supported by Wiesengamo (Wizengamo wizards who did not support Richie resigned from the Ministry of Magic because they were unbearable Muggle-born wizards) The British Ministry of Magic, which had been overseen by a former minister, has formulated many policies that are considered excellent even in Nelson’s eyes. As the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history, he told Muggle-born wizards. Opening the door to convenience, for a while, the Ministry of Magic attracted many outstanding wizards who were not met by their blood. Not only did they inject vitality into the decadent wizarding world, but also made them disappear for a long time. It is recognized as the "decay in decay" British magic. The Ministry became active in international events. In the first two years, this too young minister was quickly recognized by everyone for his ability.

Even when Nelson completely lost his work attitude, had a heart for Hogwarts, and drove away from Newmontgard, the internal reference document still attached great importance to Nobby Rich.

I don’t know what’s going on. After half a year’s effort, he suddenly became like this. It’s almost like a change of person. Nelson has not yet figured out the reason for this 180-degree change, even though he hasn’t been there for half a year. Albania is at Hogwarts, and the news is blocked, but this is too fast, faster than changing your heart.

Although his mind has drifted into outer space, Nelson still maintained a sunny smile, and walked with Tom’s compliments like "You are not old yet" and "You are a role model for Hogwarts students to learn from." Entered the minister's office.

As soon as the door was opened, the strong light comparable to the enhanced lighting spell deprived Nelson of his vision.

He raised his hand to block his eyes, and the overwhelming sound of the shutter came into his ears. He felt that Nobi's hand holding his shoulder was harder, so he raised his hand and waved to the white front with a smile.

"It's great, young man." Rich's voice rang in his ears, "That's it, even if we have nothing in front of us, we must pretend to be a smooth road ahead."

"Hahaha, welcome to the Triwizard Tournament bonus award ceremony site," said Rich Lang Sheng, "I didn't expect everyone to be so concerned about the Triwizard Tournament, but everyone knows that we are in trouble recently, so we have to keep everything simple. NS."

Even if Nelson was blinded for a while, he could still imagine a thirty-year-old face, a forty-year-old belly, and a fifty-year-old man from Rich’s accented tone. Pie, try to make himself look as respected as he is sixty years old.

"The minister is fortunate for Britain to take the lead in diligence and thrift!"

"That's it!"

"The Minister really values ​​our warriors!"

"That's it!"

Nelson blinked, and the shock of the spotlight finally dissipated. He saw the reporters who filled half of the office, and two Aurors standing at their desks, except for the one who kept "just right". All the reporters here should have been arranged by Rich in advance.

He happily hugged the two of them and walked to the reporter. First, he kept posing for them to take enough pictures, and said loudly, "But don't worry, although the ceremony is simple, we will certainly reward the warriors. "

There was another moment of praise full of moisture. Rich arranged Nelson and Tom to sit on the two wooden chairs in front of the reporter, smoothed the wrinkles on their bodies, and sat back at the desk, with both hands in them, and Muggle’s. The prime minister was missing a cigar and started a formal talk.

At first Tom was still a little interested, but when he realized that Rich was just reading the headlines of tomorrow, he immediately became drowsy.

Seeing Richie nodded at himself with a smile, Nelson thought he was suggesting that he was taking the time to go to sleep. They might not be able to see it with his back to the reporter anyway.

"Master Wiltening."

Just as Nelson was about to close his eyes, a head suddenly stretched out from behind him like a ghost, and said quietly, "Long time no see."

The voice sounded familiar and unfamiliar. He thought about it for a moment seriously, reminiscing like the key to Pandora's box, opening the painful experience deep in Nelson's memory that he didn't want to recall.

"My lord, this is today's construction situation. You need to sign it yourself..."

"My lord, the third group dug an extra 30 feet when digging the foundation. I think this will affect the final effect of your design..."

"My lord, the Muggles you announced today were taken back by the group of Muggles. The fifth group should be responsible for this matter..."

Unchanging tone, boring content, and stereotyped to suffocating attitude, the content of this familiar reporting job hit Nelson like a brain-piercing magic sound, and his soul seemed to be captured back to the deepest in the basement of Krakow. In the vault, the piles of reports about penguins usually surround themselves in the maze—if a person’s autobiography can be summarized lightly in a hundred pages, then the penguin has almost written a book for every penguin in the world , Li Chuan Biography, not only that, but also a series of works such as the prequel, the back turn, the origin, the extraordinary penguin, and the reversal of the future—and those reports, they are collapsing, burying themselves in the center, and can’t breathe.

Nelson almost bounced off his chair. He turned his head in surprise and saw the young man holding the camera behind him. There was a cute penguin hanging on his camera, but Nelson shuddered.

What’s even more frightening is that even if Nelson made such a big move, everyone in this office didn’t seem to notice him, whether it was Nobby Ritchie, who was talking loudly behind his desk, or the camera around Penguin. The reporter, and even Tom who was sitting next to Nelson, were not far behind.

Nelson looked around, trying to find which cabinet Grindelwald was hiding in. Few people could do this level of interference perception. He suddenly remembered the magic Grindelwald had used in the Triwizard Prom. Even if most of the people present were magic straw bags, Tom would not be easily deceived unless Grindelwald himself was here.

Nelson even looked under his stool, hoping to find a Grindelwald lying on his side.

"My lord, you don't have to look for it," Penguin said in a humble tone. "I wish I could find an opportunity to chat with you. They can't hear our conversation."

"It's you?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, and began to face the man who had been torturing him in Krakow. "When were you... so good?"

"Thanks to your gift, my lord." Penguin's tone rose, and there was a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

"Have I taught you magic? Why don't I remember."

"You always do this, paying silently and don't expect anything in return," Penguin said with a smile while holding Nelson's chair back. "You sent me to the South Pole, didn't you just teach me?"

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"Although I am so stupid I haven't understood your theory about the relationship between magic and emotion, but I have realized that when a person has a goal, he will be infinitely powerful," Penguin took his hand from the back of the chair. Open, he actually bypassed the reporters, clenched his fist, walked in front of Nelson, clenched his right hand to his chest, and bowed deeply in front of Nelson, "My lord, you gave me what I wanted. Anyone who has never set foot in a field before, when I really started to research, I found that I knew nothing about magic, magical animals, geography, weather, ocean, and everything, but these are extremely difficult for me. Knowledge became so simple after I became interested. My lord, you have truly mastered a powerful force, even though it is not worth mentioning to you."

"Did I say that?" Nelson was startled by the babbled guy in front of him. He had actually noticed some of the penguins' mental paranoia, but he always eavesdropped on things that shouldn't be heard, so he was out of protection. For the purpose of protecting him, he sent the penguin to the Antarctic. Although he considered whether the isolated environment would harm his psychology, Nelson did not expect the penguin to deteriorate so quickly. He raised his head and asked, "That's right. , Shouldn't you be in Antarctica?"

"My lord, thanks to you, I'm back."

"Come back?" Nelson was speechless. "Should I not come back to Krakow? Or Neumongard."

"It's just my journey or residence. I was used to serving you before, so naturally I want to come back to you, right?"

"..."

"My lord, I feel your test of me," Penguin suddenly raised his head and said with scorching eyes, "Are you satisfied with my performance?"

"Performance?" Nelson's heart tightened.

But he quickly adjusted and took out the unscrupulous attitude that penguins are most familiar with in Krakow, propped his head with the arm on the arm, leaned against the back of the chair, and said softly, "Tell me, what do you do? ."

"My lord, I saw the plan of you and Lord Grindelwald to show the wizards the maliciousness of Muggles and the power they have, to alert them," Penguin said excitedly, "but it's not enough. For the so-called stable life, they I would rather take the initiative to forget everything I saw, as those slogans will be exhausted after a few days."

"So what did you do?"

"I aroused the anger in the parade of straw bags," Penguin lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "You often teach us: "The meaning of stupid people is to be played by smart people, but we are different. We have to guide them. After all, they will know the preciousness of wisdom', so even though they are so stupid that they are not worth mentioning, I am still willing to bring your guidance to them."

"When did I say this?"

"In Krakow, my lord, what you said when you released prisoners of war captured by those Muggle troops for the fourteenth time three months before the center was built."

Nelson carefully recalled that even though he almost forgot, he did say such things, but the original intention of that time was to find a more absurd reason for his absurd behavior of releasing prisoners of war. He never thought that anyone would take this. Violent talk is regarded as a guideline.

More and more memories came to mind. Nelson fought a cold war. When he was in Krakow, the image he showed to the outside world was considered moody. He often said something outrageous, if he spoke every strange word in Krakow. He remembered it all... Then Nelson couldn't imagine what kind of person Penguin would become.

Practice has proved that for a wizard, strong enough emotion will make him powerful, but no one has ever tested what metamorphosis will become, but with this sensory interference, Nelson is enough to judge that the penguin in front of him is no longer that one. A clerk who can make tea, but a dangerous figure.

"You go on." He calmed down and said softly. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Those demonstrators can't make the climate, and there is a weak point in Diagon Alley, which is No.1 Diagon Alley, Broken Cauldron Bar," Penguin said proudly. A witch who might have the same thoughts in harmony with the outside, provoked a battle, my lord, I have visited in the past few days. In London, more than a thousand Muggles have learned of the existence of magic. Believe me, this number will be even higher. many."

"..."

"But they still can't be the climate. The most stale thing about the Ministry of Magic is that they will always collect other elites." Penguin's mood became more and more high, but he didn't seem to notice the hand holding Nelson's head. Has become a gradually clenched fist, "My lord, who is the most famous wizard in London and the world? When Master Grindelwald unfolded the water curtain all over the world, you will be the hottest person! So I am sorry. I wasted a piece of hair that you gave me in your evaluation report letter..."

"You..." Nelson said quietly.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"That's it, you go to a place to wait for me," Nelson squinted and handed a card to Penguin. "In Diagon Alley, there used to be a pet shop. It's easy to find."