My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Looking at the penguin disappearing in front of him, Nelson leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.

What is his name?

At this time, Nobby Rich’s speech that spanned the rights of wizards to world peace has come to an end, and his voice is fully worthy of the position of Minister of Magic. Although there is no public audience, it is textbook-like. The process of apology-analysis-dumping-promise has allowed Nelson to imagine how the public's reviews will be reversed after the newspaper is published tomorrow.

Although almost every reader of a magic newspaper is a wizard who masters magic, they, like Muggles, lack the ability to autonomously obtain information and analyze it. This makes most people feel like when facing most things. Blindfolded by propaganda posters, this means of mobilizing public opinion has been endless on earth since the birth of the profession of orator in ancient Greece.

Nelson shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"Now, please everyone warmly welcome our warriors, the heroes who have protected our children..."

The applause rang along with Richina's inexhaustible and inexhaustible parallelism.

Tom finally woke up from the dozing dream. He was indeed a man who had been trained in the history of magic. His sleeping posture was almost exactly the same as his sitting posture when he was awake, as if he had just been listening carefully.

…

"I said, you are really good at finding things, especially people." Tom kept weighing the heavy Garon in his hands, admiring Nelson's special talents, "I've been thinking of ways to modify that magic, but Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, you have found it."

"I didn't look for it. He happened to be among those reporters." Nelson said helplessly. "He was just waiting for me there."

"This is the highest level of looking for things," Tom agreed. After tossing the Garon bag for the twentieth time, he finally stuffed it into his pocket. "That's how you found him? That and A man with my same name, anyway, now I think it’s really not difficult for you to find someone among millions of people in London, after all, he will come to you by himself."

"Don't be too busy talking cold words, Tom, I have sent him to your secret base, and we will know in a moment what is going on in this guy's mind."

"You mean the facade of Diagon Alley?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "I remember you put a lot of interesting gadgets there, and I didn't even dare to go there anymore."

"Don't worry, they will recognize the owner here, a simple spell of belonging," Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder, and the two walked into the elevator side by side. "If you go in, there will probably only be a few alchemy dolls to help you. Make tea, but the ashes in the cup may have to think of a solution yourself."

"I always find this kind of stuff unreliable," Tom said. ""

"Hello, visitor Mr. Williams," the indifferent female voice sounded again in the elevator, "please inform the accompanying persons, destination and the reason for the visit."

"Tom Riddle," Nelson raised his head and said to the top of the elevator, "I just came out of your minister's office, and I naturally want to leave now."

"Destination, 8th floor underground, main hall," the female voice said after a pause, "I wish you a happy mood."

"Thank you, you finally changed the word."

"Thank you for your support and I wish you a happy mood."

Nelson shrugged and did not speak. A feeling of falling came quickly. A few seconds later, with a "ding", the elevator door opened. What you saw was an empty hall, except for a security check counter and a flight. Outside the fireplace of the road network, here is the same as the rough house, there is nothing.

"Gnar, to be honest, that Zweig construction team only pays attention to practicality," Tom said, looking at the facade of the Ministry of Magic. "If possible, I suggest installing a fountain or sculptures here."

"Or simply build a fountain sculpture, make more portraits, and look a little more lively. Now it looks like a department store that is on the verge of closing down because it was built in the suburbs. Maybe you can donate one when you have money."

"It makes sense," Tom nodded, "but I have no money."

"You have no money?"

Nelson only thought this was incredible. The two walked towards the fireplace, and Tom's sophistry was heard halfway through, "In fact, I feel anxious about my wealth and spiritual impoverishment every day."

"I almost believed it, but I don't know if Slytherin believes it or not."

…

The two stepped out of the fireplace. Due to the closure of the Broken Cauldron Bar, they appeared at the back door of Lihen Bookstore. After using a spell to clean up the ashes on their bodies, the two walked into the store.

"Are you the student who is coming to grind the gun again?" An impatient shout came from behind the bookshelf, and the shopkeeper seemed to be fighting with a few fierce books. Notes, real questions and exam syllabus, the title of the book is also easy to recognize. For example, the third grade potions is called "I am Potions III." It can be recycled here at 15 West, don’t think about sneaking around, I’m looking at you! Ah!"

He seemed to be slapped by the book. Nelson and Tom approached the door with a smile, and heard the shopkeeper shout, "You can mail it! Why don't you guys choose mail order? Our owl on the day of the exam. It’s so much more convenient to pick up the goods at your door! Also, why don’t you study hard? As soon as the exam is approaching, the business in our shop is better than the beginning of school!"

This "wow" was accompanied by a strong "papap" sound, which was heartbroken.

"No, thank you," Nelson replied with a smile. "We just came from the ministry and borrowed it."

"It turns out to be from the ministry, when will you finish Tom's broken bar?"

"It's coming soon." Nelson and Tom walked to the door. He shook the wand in his hand, and a confinement curse flew from the bookshelf towards the shopkeeper.

"Oh! Thank you so much, I was caught by these broken books—oh, damn! Gorgon running wild, you tied me to them!"

"Haha." Tom ran out of the bookstore with a smile, and said to Nelson, who rushed to the door, "It's like going back to the first grade to buy books, but at that time the books in Lihen Bookstore were not so temperamental."

"Knowledge comes at a price," Nelson raised his chin in the direction of the original pet shop. "What should we buy next?"

"Pet, it's a pity that the shopkeeper was caught for smuggling magical animals," Tom curled his lips. "It's a pity that my streaked owl is as grumpy as those books."

"Without it, we wouldn't know Nagini, would we?"

"Hmph, Nagini," Tom walked in front of him, "She hasn't been seen since she changed back. I haven't even seen her for a long time."

As the two chatted and walked, Nelson saw many magical items produced in Newmontgard in the critical shop window, and introduced them to Tom more familiarly than the shopkeepers.

Diagon Alley is not very big. After avoiding an old witch who sells vampire amulet, he finally came to the pet shop on the corner. This small shop with dusty facades and tight windows and doors is formed by the prosperous shops around. In stark contrast, Tom stepped aside, stood behind the door, dropped his arms, stared at the street vigilantly, and hid his wand in his sleeve.

"It's time to find someone to clean."

Nelson took a deep breath and walked to the door. He had no bottom. After all, it has been a long time since the defensive magic organs were arranged here. I don't know if the technology that has not yet been updated can control the crazy penguin.

He closed his eyes, and there was a buzzing sound in the air like a dragonfly flapping its wings, and then he calmed down and pushed open the store door.

The unexpected crisis did not happen. Penguin was sitting on a chair facing the door like a schoolboy. Sixteen mayflys surrounded him with big eyes. The red light beam shot out from the one eye, tangent to the penguin's body. , And completely wiped out all his action space.

"My lord, you are here."

Penguin smiled and said, but even the simplest movement of the mouth has deformed his facial muscles. A bunch of red light close to his cheeks instantly pierced his cheeks, and a straight bloodstain suddenly appeared. Second, with the burning smell permeating the store, the scar was instantly sealed by the high temperature, and the blood hadn't even had time to flow out.

Even so, Penguin resisted the pain and said, "My lord, your creation is really beautiful."

"Even if it cuts your face, do you think it is beautiful?"

"Like the emperor penguin, my lord, it is the largest and most ferocious of the penguins. They can even hurt me when I study," the penguin still has a smile on his face, "but they change from yellow to orange. The pale yellow feathers are so beautiful, just as beautiful as the solar eclipse during the extreme day and the sun during the extreme night."

"Sounds really good."

After confirming that the penguin's path was completely blocked, Nelson moved a chair and sat opposite him.

"Wand."

"In my left pocket, the same place you like to hold your wand."

After saying this, there were a few more scars on the penguin's just burned cheek. Nelson waved his hand expressionlessly, and the mayfly that controlled the penguin's head and chest spread out a bit and gave him some Space for breathing and talking.

"The magic wand flies."

Nelson picked up his fingers and lifted the wand slightly. A bright yellow wand flew out of the penguin's pocket. It was true, even the angle of the wand was exactly the same.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Nelson asked.

"I know, my lord, you want to catch me. I have to say that the anti-phantom shifting spell you deployed in this small space is wonderful. The grid-like space can extend the time for alchemy to set magic. It can make some self-righteous guys not dare to act rashly." Penguin's left arm shook, and Nelson saw a regular square cut through the wound, but he still smiled, "But you don’t have to do this, if I understand it wrong. If your will, I will punish myself."

"No," Nelson shook his head. "You seem to understand what I meant completely."

"End...all?" The smile on Penguin's face suddenly disappeared, and his facial features were filled with deep sadness.

"I thought about it. I never seemed to suggest that you did all the things you did in London." Nelson leaned over his knees, folded his hands above his knees, leaned over and raised his head, and said softly, "I hope you can What I did seems to be studying penguins in Antarctica."

"But you have more important things to do, you need a helper!" Penguin eagerly put his head forward, but was beaten back by the waiting mayfly in an instant. His head hit the back of the chair and fell weakly.

"Gnar, I found a few... thieves in the basement?" Tom, who had been standing by and watching, said suddenly. Too bad."

"Well," Nelson nodded, "Do you remember the defensive spell in the basement?"

"Remember." Tom waved and walked into the shop.

Nelson looked at the penguin again and asked, "Do you know why I sent you to the South Pole?"

"Because you want to protect me."

"Yeah, you have heard too many things that shouldn't be heard, and saw too many things that shouldn't be seen. I may not care, but I can't guarantee that others don't care. You are a clever person, but not a smart person. It’s not your strong suit to deal with people who think you’re smart,” Nelson shrugged. “It turns out that you are like a fish in Antarctica. Why do you want to come back?”

"Grindelwald summoned me, and he said, you need my help."

"Do you really think I need help? Especially this way?"

"You... don't need it." Penguin nodded and shook his head as if he was in confusion. His expression suddenly became frightened, full of self-blame, and full of self-rejection, "I...I did what I hate the most. I did what you hate most."

"What do you hate the most? What do I hate the most?"

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"You hate anyone making decisions for others."

"continue."

"You have repeatedly taught us that each of us has the right to choose." Penguin ignored the burning of the mayfly's beam. "But I was clever and interfered with your plan, and I got you into trouble on my own terms, God. What! I actually did something like this to you... I messed up, I messed up everything..."

The scorching laser continuously swept across the penguin, adding wounds and healing quickly, but he didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and was immersed in the chagrin of self-rejection.

"I'm glad you can figure it out."

Nelson tapped the penguin on the top of the head with his magic wand lightly, and pressed the tip of the wand against his forehead, pushing him back to a position where he would not be illuminated by the mayfly.

"You could have done better."

An expression of expectation and regret appeared on the penguin's face.

"But it's not too late now."