My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Black, do you know anything about the Sykes family?"

"Sex? Melissa Sex and her sister Jokunda?"

Bollock sat alone at the dining table, and Si was cutting the steaks on the plate leisurely. He had been happy for nearly two weeks, his appetite was also very high, and even people became a little fatter. This good mood lasted until the younger generation was about to go to Huo. This morning, Gwartz nodded to Nelson who had come downstairs, pushed the hot milk that had been kept warm by magic around him to the seat reserved for Nelson, thought for a moment, and said:

"Melissa, you are the most wanted curse professor. She and I studied at Hogwarts for a while, but I’m older than her. I only heard that Ravenclaw has a good school. My sister, I will graduate after a year," Bollock put down his knife and fork and shrugged. "You know, Albus Dumbledore is known as the best student ever at Hogwarts. His light concealed most people...Speaking of which, there was a scandal at the time. Melissa seemed to have some thoughts about Dumbledore. No, I shouldn't talk about it with minors."

After all, Bollocks picked up the whiskey glass on the table and drank it together with the ice cubes in the glass.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Black, such stories are very common in Hogwarts," Nelson nodded and smiled. "Then you know anything about her family, I mean my parents' generation?"

"Oh?" Bollocks took up his napkin, wiped his mouth, leaned forward, and became excited, "Did you receive any news? Is the Ministry of Magic going to settle the affairs of the year? Or is it that Newmont Gardner? What's going to happen on the side?"

"What happened back then?" Nelson was interested. "Can you talk about it?"

"Of course," Bollock nodded, and looked at the male servant standing aside, and said nonchalantly, "I want to talk to Mr. Williams alone."

The valet nodded, stepped back and left the room, gently closing the door.

When everything fell silent, Bollocs unscrewed the bottle beside him and looked at Nelson, "Are you going to have something?"

"No, thank you." Nelson raised his hand, and Bollock's whiskey glass was filled with ice cubes. The pile of ice cubes melted quickly and solidified quickly, constantly changing different shapes.

Bollock grabbed the glass, and the pale yellow liquor poured out of the bottle and fell into the glass.

"The Sykes family is also a long-standing pure-blooded family. Its history can even be traced back to before the formation of the wizarding society in England. At that time, there were many differences within the wizards, and even the magic wand was not popularized, and the Sykes family was one of them. A relatively special family."

Bollocks shook the glass, stared at the ice puck colliding on the wall of the glass, and said in a storytelling tone, "In the legend, the Sykes family made its fortune with magical animals, unlike most wizards who are still studying spells. With their magical powers comparable to wizards, they have grabbed a huge amount of wealth, prestige, and status. They have a unique magic that can communicate with magical animals. It is a bit similar to the legendary druid wizard. After the order was established, they gradually integrated into the wizarding society, but that kind of magic was used as a kind of unique secret, and they were widely used in the breeding of magical animals, but they were later destroyed, and all the adults in the family were killed. Death, even the employees and servants did not escape. Except for Sister Sykes, there is no one left in their family, or the family name has been cut off."

"I know about the destruction of the door," Nelson said, "I'm very curious about the inside story."

"The Ministry of Magic sent a few Aurors to survey the scene, and they concluded that the magical beasts rioted," Bollocks shook his head. "But at that time our family's alchemy industry materials were almost all supplied by them, so they left at the Auror. Later, our wizard went to Sykes House and saw obvious signs of wizard fighting."

"So that special magic is the source of their destruction?" Nelson asked.

"A lot of people think so," Bollocks nodded and shook his head. "I was young, but for so many years, I have had a few questions in my mind."

"Um?"

"Since the magical animal magic of the Sykes family has such a big temptation, why don't you grab it early and not late, so why not grab it at that time?"

"It makes sense."

"In addition, for a long time after the Sykes house was attacked, the magical animal materials on the market were not supplemented by the profiteers, and the share was empty there. It seemed that no one got the secret magic at all. , This also caused our family’s business to be hit so hard that it became the half-dead look like a few years ago."

"Of course, thanks to you, it's much better now." Seeing Nelson wanted to speak, Bollock said with a smile.

"Even later, when Melissa Sykes was wanted, I learned that she still had a stable supply of Curlywing Devil venom, but before she became a professor at Hogwarts, their homes appeared on the market. Venom," Bollock said categorically, "That is clearly their exclusive product. It can be seen that the secret recipe for raising magical animals is completely in her hands, but why didn’t the people cut the grass and roots? What about taking that magic?"

"It's really suspicious," Nelson nodded. "That so-called magic may be just a cover."

"I have a guess," Bollocks shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. "You might find it funny to say it."

"You speak."

"The demise of the Sykes family may have something to do with Melissa's father, Dr. Sykes's absurd remarks at a certain banquet."

"Dr. Sykes?" Nelson noticed the unique title of Jokunda's father, but he didn't entangle here, and asked, "What to speak?"

"He believes that a wizard is a kind of magical animal."

"?"

The hair on the top of Nelson's head stood upright, "I've never heard of this view."

"Me too." Bollocks smiled, "But I can't think of other reasons. In terms of wealth, there are more wealthy families than theirs. For example, our Black family is richer than them, and among the wizards, especially There is a tacit understanding among pure-blood wizards. They will not plunder other families for wealth or certain magic like Muggle robbers. Such people will not be accepted by those who are also likely to be victims."

Nelson nodded, somewhat agreeing with Bollock's point of view.

"Some people say that their family recruited because there was only one male protagonist," Bollock filled his glass with wine, "but there are more withered families than Sykes, just take that time Say, your good friend Mr. Riddle’s middle name is taken from Marvolo Gaunt of the Gaunt family—the Gaunt family only has a crazy old man and a pair of sons and daughters with poor brains. He often calls himself Slater. People of Lin descendants, they have something more attractive to wizards in their homes. You know, wizards never value Garon, but precious magic."

"Yes, people with power control everything. This is a **** fact among wizards. Of course, this also applies to Muggles."

"Yeah, if it's for magic, why don't they rob Gunter's house? With their weird pedigree, a Tom who can produce such a powerful Tom in a hundred years is already burning high incense, and it can be called it. Completely undefended."

"So for the Sykes family, it must be for something more special, and not for possession, but for destruction," Nelson nodded, following what Bollock said, "I noticed that you just mentioned Sykes. Doctor, does his doctor's title have anything to do with that passage?"

"He was called a doctor because he was a bit deviant and got a Muggle PhD degree. He often said that people were changed from monkeys and other strange things, and he likes to do some offensive strange experiments, but he is very He had a deep knowledge of animals, and he was the most prestigious master of magical animals before Newt Scamander, so it was a mixed name," Bolocks recalled. "During that dinner, Dr. Sykes seemed to Drunk, talking loudly about one of his discoveries with the people around him, and claiming to have found the origin of magic power. Wizards are magical creatures that look exactly like Muggles, essentially mastering magical powers like goblins and monsters. The monsters are no different."

"The origin of magic..." Nelson pondered for a moment, and said, "This seems to be a taboo topic."

"I can tell you clearly that even the Department of Mystery Affairs, which is being prepared by the Ministry of Magic, does not have the right to study this issue," said Bollock.

"So that Dr. Sykes may have really researched something before he was..."

"I don't know this very well, but that was indeed the last time I saw him," Bollock said, scratching his chin. "Speaking of which, our family took over a magical animal farm a few days ago. I remember it there. Once belonged to the Sykes family, I arranged for someone to check it out."

"No trouble, Mr. Black," Nelson declined, "this is not the will of the Ministry of Magic or Newmontgard, it's just that I am a little interested."

"Then this needs more attention," Bollock smiled and toasted. "Don't worry, I will ask them to dig the ground three feet."

"boom."

The still warm milk collided with the cold whiskey.

After breakfast, Nelson got into the room and pulled out a piece of parchment from the luggage Tom had just packed.

"What are you doing?" Tom's voice came from the door, and the luggage was messed up after going around.

"I have something to leave to Penguin." Nelson said without looking back.

"What's the thing?" Tom craned his neck and looked at the contents of the letter. "Go to the small town at the foot of Mount Ifmoni to monitor two people... Principal Dippet and Professor Sykes? You tell me who I found. It’s them? How did you find Dippet from Jokunda? This is too ridiculous."

"Coincidentally, yes," Nelson dipped in ink. "I have to ask him to explain about the Muggle interview. Even though Martha said she didn't remember being interviewed, it was too serious."

"It is recommended to let him go to the Sahara Desert to study magic cacti for two years." Tom curled his lips and continued to read, "Organize the pursuit of Jokunda Sykes, but don't really catch her. Make sure that she won't interact with her. Professor Sykes converge...you are too human, Gnar, thinking about it, this kind of exhausted life is too terrible."

"She almost turned me into a fool. I can't let her run too much, right?"

"Okay, Lord Dark Lord."

"Snapped!"

Nelson added a few more pens, held the pen on the table, quickly rolled up the parchment, and walked out of the house, vaguely he could hear Walburga calling them ready to go.

"Mr. Williams, you can wait a while inside, it's cold outside."

Just as he was about to open the door, the old butler at Grimmauld Place No. 12 floated from behind Nelson like a ghost, holding a well-made dragon skin cloak in his hand, "If you must go out, please wear this ."

"Thank you, I want to go out and blow the hair."

Nelson nodded, and was about to pick up the cloak, but the old butler had already put it on for him. Nelson was a little uncomfortable with this kind of service, shook his shoulders, but thanked him.

"The Black House will make every distinguished guest feel at home."

Nelson pushed open the door of the old house and stood on the empty Grimmauld Place.

He finally understood why the old butler didn't want him to go out. It was so cold that the dragon skin cloak was not enough to withstand the cold.

"Come out."

Nelson wrapped his cloak tightly and said to the empty square, but after half a minute, he started to tremble, and there was still no response~www.readwn.com~ I saw you, I have something to tell you. "

Within half a second, a wizard who seemed to be neither humble nor arrogant, but actually nodded and bowed, appeared in front of him. Nelson shook his head reluctantly. Penguin didn't know where he got them. These men always felt a little strange in their temperament.

"Master Wiltening, is there really something wrong?"

Nelson stared at his face, remembering who it was—his former subordinate in the Krakow center was sent to watch lest the moody Lord Wiltening did anything strange, but he was treated the same as before. I have deceived the words twice, because of the mistakes in the work, Andre arranged to the North Pole to echo the penguins.

"It's true this time." With a smile as warmly as possible, Nelson gently stuffed the wizard a piece of rolled parchment and said, "There are no prisoners here for me to release... Give this letter to Penguin. He will know how to do it."

"Understood, Lord Wiltening!"

The experience of Krakow made the wizard subconsciously put his feet together, and he was about to give an untimely military salute. Nelson hurriedly held him down and exhorted, "It must be delivered to the penguin with his own hands."