My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh? Could you be Mr. Williams?"

A man with sparse hair and wrinkled skin raised his head from behind the bar. He speaks an authentic London accent, which is incompatible with the dirty and run-down bar. His voice is as sharp as a fingernail across a blackboard, making it difficult to give birth to kindness. The sense of.

The bar seems to be made of wood, but it is covered with black dirt. It seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time. There is no alcohol in the bar, only a faint smell, like a mixture of musty and **** smells. With the smell of fermentation, the furnishings in the bar resembled that of the Troca bar in London. They seduced Nelson's bad memories all the time, making him feel uncomfortable.

"I am." Nelson showed his head from behind Tom and took off his hat to greet him. "Sir, Professor Binns asked me to come to you."

"Bens?"

The man stood up on the bar and jumped off the chair with a "poof". After a few seconds, he pushed aside the partition of the bar and moved out. Then Nelson could see his whole picture clearly. He looked like a man. An old fairy, but he shouldn’t be so short. Looking down the hem of his clothes, this man has no legs and is moving on the ground by the cross section of his body. Maybe he doesn’t feel the pain, or maybe he’s right. The pain is already numb, even if he has no legs, he can "walk" as fast as he can, and easily climbed up to the chair in front of the bar, and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Yes," Nelson replied, holding his hat to his chest, sitting opposite him, "We are here to investigate Helbo's Horcrux, and hope we can get some help from you."

"You're welcome, but is Binns the ghost professor at Hogwarts?" He curled his lips and said, "It was Albus Dumbledore who asked me to wait for you two here, so to speak. , Is he Tom Riddle?"

He looked over Nelson and looked at Tom who was the first to enter the door. After getting the affirmative answer, he said, "Introduce yourself, you can call me Troca."

"Trocca?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. There was a vampire owner in a bar in London, whose name was also Trocca.

"What's the matter?" Old Troca asked, tilting his head, "Is my name strange?"

"No, Mr. Troca, but I also met a gentleman with the same name as you in London."

"I know him," Old Troka nodded, "The vampire naming rules are a bit special."

"Are you also a vampire?"

"Isn't it?" Old Troca laughed mockingly. "Indeed, you should have never seen a vampire this short."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's okay, I don't care." Old Troka's muddy old eyes flashed with a blood red color that belongs to vampires. He clenched his fist and said, "You tell me, my legs are what you wanted seventy years ago. Those Muggles cut off by the Muggles, they want me to be silent, but young vampires can’t do what young wizards can do, but I escaped, and I waited until two people who could help me get revenge, no NS?"

A simple sentence told a story that was unexpected and reasonable. Nelson looked at Old Troca and nodded silently.

Old Troca grinned with a grin, and rubbed his non-sharp teeth. "I will send you to Salem, but before that, you need some reasonable disguise."

He clapped his hands. A clerk who couldn't see the race brought up two unconscious people from the back door. He showed Nelson a kind and hideous smile, "The one caught the day before yesterday is fresh. Do you need to torture yourself? "

His eager expression froze when he saw Nelson shaking his head, so he found two copper coins with broken wand patterns from the two men with a straight face, and flicked them towards Tom and Nelson, "Well, there is nothing. Sentiment, take these two steel pins and stick them together, and you will know where Salem is. These beasts acted in pairs. Don't blame me for not reminding them."

Nelson stretched out his hand and grabbed the two copper coins spinning in the air. He didn't want to stay for a second at this place. After leaving, they took the box and hurried out of the bar.

When the two walked out of the store and just stood in the not-so-warm sunshine, the wooden door closed behind them with a bang, followed by the sound of water splashing on the ground.

"This vampire..." Tom looked back at the invisible sign, "It's very different from what I had in mind."

"He was afraid that he suffered a lot in Second Salem. It sounds like he was arrested as a wizard when he was a child, but it doesn't meet their standards," Nelson shook his head. "His emotions are the same. Furious but nowhere to vent magic is dangerous."

"Is he strong?"

"No, I mean, he might blow himself up."

"He doesn't care about Horcrux at all, he doesn't care about the crisis Helbo may bring, he only cares about whether we can help him avenge Second Salem," Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Dumbledore rarely has this kind of only anger in his heart. My friend, I can’t imagine what kind of experience would have tortured him into such a morbid appearance, but even though he didn’t say anything, I still got some information we needed.”

"What? Salem's location?" Tom took the two coins from Nelson and fiddled with them.

"Our journey may not be too easy," despite his unusually cautious tone, Nelson's expression was very relaxed, "may even encounter unexpected danger."

"Are you talking about the Magical Congress of the United States?"

"You guessed it too, Tom."

"I also feel that something is very wrong. If Professor Bins or Dumbledore really want us to solve the problem here as soon as possible, then it is undoubtedly the most convenient way to turn to the local Ministry of Magic, but the ground snake that received us is a half-handed one. The vampire, this is very telling."

"Yes, it looks like they may have some problems."

Tom was playing with those two coins that he did not know so-called, and said: "This Troca said that he was arrested seventy years ago. It began, not to mention the evidence of his escape from it, there is no reason for the Magic Congress of the United States to quickly wipe out these vulnerable Muggles."

"But they didn't. Even after seventy years, they are still rampant," Nelson rubbed his chin and said, "I never understand why the majestic Congress can't even fight the Muggles. Now it seems that they It doesn't seem to really mean to wipe out the Second Salem... What's even ridiculous is that even Tina was kept in the dark."

As soon as Nelson’s voice fell, it seemed that he had found the right angle. The two coins in Tom’s hand were pressed together with a "puff", one side of which was still a broken wand, but the other side of the wand was put back together. The complete one, along with the shaking of Tom's arm, it swayed slowly like a compass.

Tom placed the coin flat in his palm, his wand shook, and pointed firmly to the northeast, but there was still a slight deviation from Salem on the map.

"Sure enough, they didn't just stay in Salem, let's go."

The two picked up the box and walked quickly in the direction indicated by the coin.

The enchanted two walked fast, with seemingly walking steps, but within half an hour they approached the border of the city of Boston, where there are many slums, and the dark side of the glorious people in the city center is quietly breeding here.

Along the way, Nelson and Tom have encountered waves of malicious figures blocking them from the corner of the street, but in the principle of not attacking Muggles easily with magic and not causing trouble, they chose to leave quickly. The gangsters couldn’t stop them. They just saw two well-dressed people coming from a distance. When they stepped forward, they only saw the empty street. In just a few tens of minutes, another urban legend was there. Born in this seaport city.

Finally, after getting rid of the locust-like rogues, Nelson and Tom set foot on the outskirts of the land.

Against the prestige of the strong smell of sulfur, Nelson stood beside the barren field, looking towards the direction of the coin, which parted ways from the road.

"There is no one here, shall we fly?"

Tom suddenly took out a streamlined broom from the box. This broom was slender and beautiful. It was the popular Silver Arrow series. Looking at the stunned Nelson, Tom let the broom levitate by his hand and stepped on it.

"When did you buy it?"

"A long time ago, didn't you find it? This is an old style," Tom raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly. "If you really can't ride a broomstick, I can consider taking you for a ride."

But Nelson was not in a hurry. He grabbed the gap in his pocket and opened it gently. The silver light gushed from his pocket like a waterfall and quickly gathered under his feet. After a while, a silver skateboard that was more beautiful than a broom appeared. At his feet, Nelson stepped on it, and several proper buckles appeared on the surface of the board, fixing his feet on it.

He gently waved his fingers, and a mayfly flew in front of Tom and took the suitcase from his hand. Suddenly, a red light flashed, and the suitcase disappeared. Tom fixed his eyes and saw that his suitcase was hidden in it. The cavity in the belly of a little mayfly.

"No, do your alchemy creatures use the Unmarked Stretching Curse by themselves?" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You have this stuff, why don't you take it out earlier."

"I set it up in advance. I have a few mayflies that are specially loaded with things, modified with that small silver ball," Nelson tucked his luggage into the skateboard under his feet and laughed, "In order for you to exercise, Tom. "

"Humph." Tom shrugged, noncommittal.

"I have an interesting idea." After standing, Nelson looked at Tom and smiled.

"Give me a whole chant," Tom looked at Nelson's advanced flying machine enviously, and was stunned. "What an interesting idea."

I saw Nelson raise his wand and lightly place it on Tom's back. Tom only felt a cold breath spreading from his vest to his whole body, but it stopped abruptly when it touched the front.

"Phantom Curse? Are you so cautious?"

"No, this is not an ordinary phantom spell," Nelson did the same, and clicked behind him. "This is half a phantom spell. From the front, it's clear, but the back is invisible."

After all, he turned around, and the effect was exactly the same as what he said.

"Can you see it from the front?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, if we guessed right, the wizard of the Magic Capitol of the United States may be closer to Second Salem than us." Then, Nelson took out the black mask that Tom gave him and put it on his face. "Let's go. , Remember to wear a face mask, otherwise your face will be crooked."

As soon as the voice fell, a silver light flashed, and Nelson's figure had disappeared.

Tom glanced at the silver arrow under his **** with disgust, kicked his foot on the ground, and flew into the air.

Flying up the clouds, Tom found Nelson who was waiting. The two looked at each other through the masks, and flew in the direction of the coin with full force.

"Did you say that vehicles other than broomsticks can be used for Quidditch matches?!"

Tom asked loudly against the wind.

"What do you think?" Nelson laughed, "Then I will fly a plane and make all the contestants abrupt, so I can find the snitch happily by myself!"

Nelson flew very comfortably. In front of him, there was a group of mayflies arranged in a group of geese diligently breaking the wind, which gave him more energy as a fan to discuss Quidditch with Tom, but although Tom was flying well , But he didn’t like this sport. Even after flying for a while, he simply threw it back into his bag because he was too disgusted with flying broomsticks, and he flew forward in that cool way with black smoke, although It consumes magic power, but at least it looks much better.

In this way, the two talked while flying, and Nelson even explained how to dodge the ball like a Quidditch master.

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Nelson shook his shoulders to demonstrate to Tom.

"Whoo!"

Suddenly, a red light shot from diagonally below the front, and it happened to be avoided by Nelson, who was showing the action of evading the ball. He reacted instantly, raised his wand and pointed it at the dark cloud under his feet.

The wizard who attacked and even flew to the sky was captured by the mayfly in the cloud early. Under Nelson's order, the mayfly hiding in the thick black cloud stimulated their energy.

"boom!"

A strong electric light flashed, and the cloud was still soft and white like cotton candy for a second, and suddenly it became violent in the next second. The accumulated thunder was stirred by the mayfly, and the feet of the two suddenly flashed and thundered.

Nelson and Tom raised their heights, and after the thunder, a heavy rain fell under their feet.

The five wizards who had been soaked into the water rushed out of the dark clouds. Although embarrassed, their encircled formation was not affected.

"Auror?"