My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What do you think?"

There was a quick knock on the door, followed by the sound of turning hands and footsteps that did not wait for Rich's reaction. Rich raised his head, looked behind Nelson, and asked with a lowered eyebrow.

Following Rich’s gaze, Nelson turned his head and looked back. The solemn and majestic Judge Shafik was standing in the silver robe in the closed doorway, with his white beard hanging on his chest. The silver badge is looming on his chest, this is the only ornament on his body.

"Mr. Shafik."

Facing Rich’s greetings, Judge Shafik nodded in response, and quickly moved his eyes to Nelson, and said his first sentence in this office: "Is the badge still there?"

"Are you talking about the Knights of the Guardian Medal?" Nelson drew out his wand, the silver buckle was polished shiny, he shrugged, and said, "Rare honor, I have always been with me, but you have also seen it. , I can’t put the honor of this irregular shape on my chest like you."

"Very good," Shafik used a very embarrassing method to close it, "I still remember your oath, and I am deeply impressed."

"Yes, you took me to read it after all."

There was a strange noise behind Nelson, and he turned his head to look around, and Rich was looking around, covering his mouth with his hand.

"What's wrong with Nobby?" Shafik said with a frown.

"Oh... it's nothing, I think you must have some common topics, but I still have some documents to deal with, I'm afraid I can't chat with you two."

Richie raised the corners of his mouth at Nelson, straightened up from the seat, and patted the back of the chair. The texture of this strange-looking chair slowly changed, and finally turned into a pair of sand in the underground Wisengamao Hall. Judge Fick’s seat is exactly the same high-back chair.

He bowed slightly at Judge Shafik and walked to the door.

"You don't have to, Nobby." Judge Shafik sighed.

"Need to make you feel comfortable," Richie had a very social smile on his face. "You are the great wealth of our country."

"Ugh……"

Judge Shafik let out a heavy sigh, did not say much, and watched Richie leave the office with Nelson.

"sand--"

Before leaving, Rich rubbed the back of his hand against Nelson's shoulder, the wooden door rubbed the door frame lightly, and Rich closed gently from the outside.

It wasn't until the footsteps outside the door were so far that it was difficult to discern that Shafik looked at Nelson who had read the list carefully, sighed and spoke slowly as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Noby... Minister Rich, he has always misunderstood me."

Although Shafik did not show the feeling of sitting on pins and needles, Nelson found that he did not like the seat that Rich had specially prepared for him, and even a little disgusted. He did not start discussing the list before him. The topic is more like small talk, and even a little too pushy, "He always thinks that I will miss me...the people before us treat him like welfare, train him into a puppet, and sometimes even use some of them at all. The ministerial order to follow the Wiesengama procedure is handed over to me for decision-making, just like a student who does not recognize the teacher but has to obey."

Nelson looked at the list in front of him, without speaking, as if he wanted to see a flower in Aristo Moody's name.

"He thinks that I chose a powerless and powerful Muggle-born wizard to become the acting minister. This thing itself is to facilitate control," Shafik continued to explain, "Actually, I chose him not because of this. I What is more important is the courage that he dared to criticize welfare that day when he had nothing. Wouldn't welfare be a better choice for the sake of power? No one is blind and empty. Such talents are those Xiaoxiao who want to be on the throne but don't want to show up. The favored object of the disciples."

"This old man is afraid that I will be Rich," Nelson thought blankly. "It's still the youth version of Rich a few years ago. This kind of cross talk rhetoric may only fool him."

"I know you must have a lot of doubts in your mind, such as this list." The elderly Shafik is a person who is good at observing words and expressions. He held the head of the list and pushed it in Nelson's direction," Nobby should tell You, I made this list for you. We can't avoid a reality. You are born on our side."

"Why? Because my...er, grandmother, it should be grandmother," Nelson clasped his cheeks carelessly, raised his chin at Shafik, and said playfully, "I'm a Muggle child, you shouldn't Will be satisfied."

"Let’s not talk about the long-lived stories, Nelson," Judge Shafik seemed to want to say more than Nelson, but he suppressed the desire for nostalgia and said sincerely, "The current situation and twenty Years ago was different. The world is changing with each passing day, and talent is becoming more important."

"So you want to get it right once and for all, one of the people who will bring changes..." Nelson paused and said with a smile, "Close to your side?"

"You need a broader stage." Shafik pressed the paper harder, "We value every talent."

"Really? Then why does Miranda Gosak's book have been promoted for so many years, and it has only come into your eyes now?"

"For the teaching materials of the little wizard, we must be cautious. In fact, we paid attention to her earlier," Shafik quickly responded. "Just last week, her work was received. Wizengamo’s approval, you see, talent will not be buried."

"Haha," Nelson said to Shafik's picture that his left ear went in and his right ear came out. He shrugged and confessed generously, "It looks like you have clear information. The new generation of industrial magic products produced by Mongad are indeed in my hands."

"Nice name."

"I can see your aversion to the word ‘industry’. How does Muggle’s theory fit in front of Master Wizard?"

Nelson leaned forward and stared into Shafik’s eyes, his eyes were extremely aggressive, “but this is not in conflict with you being beaten up in the market like a bereaved dog, and I can reveal one more of your possibilities. It’s been known for a long time that the Black family has obtained my full authorization. These products will soon be pounced in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and any British wizarding settlement you can think of. If you really have something like you said With the vision and sincerity like that, Grimmauld Square should have been as crowded as it is now two years ago. Are people who walked out of this office before have the right to set foot here?"

The tin soldier who was knocked off the table by the devil’s spell was climbing to the corner of the table with a small sword poking at the wood. He grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, and the sharp sword plunged deeply into the tabletop, piercing Shafik’s sleeve. Supporting the weight of his whole body, Shafik frowned, and he stretched out his hand to brush it off, but he held his arm with the other hand, he raised his head, and Nelson was standing condescendingly in front of him.

Nelson smiled and shook his head at him, squeezed the devil's head, took off the little wand in his hand, and placed it with his bare hands in the position where the tin soldier was about to climb.

"You can't understand it anymore. The changes make you rush to the doctor," Nelson smiled lightly, watching the tin soldier climb onto the table, salute himself with a funny military salute, kick the devil down, "If you Dare to embrace the future, it should be others who are panicking now."

"So we are thinking of ways to make up for the mistake." The blood vessels in Shafik's forehead throbbed, and Nelson was afraid that he would suffer a sudden stroke in front of him. Virtue has no future. You should use your talents in the right way. This is what we expect of you."

"You?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Give me expectations? Someone who was offended by me but didn't dare to have an expectation of me? Join if you can't beat them? Don't you be afraid that Newmontgard will take advantage of this. The already riddled Ministry of Magic? Facing this kind of crisis, compared with you, piracy is a more powerful counterattack!"

"You can be better," Shafik said quickly, "as long as you make the right choice."

"Do you have to compare with a dark magic organization?" Nelson was amused, and sat down on the folding stool. "I'll be honest, if you have to compare, you might be humiliated by yourself."

"I know you may have been prejudiced against me all the time, whether it's because of things you know or don't know," Shafik rubbed his eyes, showing the soft side of his heart as much as possible, "but please believe it. Everything I do is to make this country better."

After his first contact with magic, Nelson had done research in this area, but the notes were left in his office in Krakow. He hadn't looked at it for a long time, and he didn't know who picked it up.

Unlike Muggles, in the early years, when the Ministry of Magic of various countries had not yet been established, wizards did not have a conclusive concept of home and country. With the help of magic, wizards based on the family had the same productivity and means of production. Ordinary land and wealth do not have much meaning. The commodities worth buying with Jin Jialong are only those cherished magical animals or magical materials from nature. Individual differences are far higher than class differences. Even if they exist, they It is only reflected in the subtle point of whether Muggles are born, and this difference has too many ways to reverse the change. Even if the boundaries of the map are divided by Muggle countries, it is not the same as the wizards who are outside of Muggle society. What does it matter? The society of wizards is not so much a country, but more like a group or an alliance.

When the strengths of all parties are not much different, it is difficult to have a strong central government. Even if a guy full of conquest appears, it will be attacked by all parties, but if the wizard full of conquest is too powerful, On the contrary, it can unite the divided wizards-and the despicable Helbo is just such a powerful dark wizard full of conquest-this is the prototype of the wizard that was born by the early wizards in a group for warmth. Before that, Even the magic used by each wizard is different.

For the United Kingdom, the establishment of Hogwarts and the Dementor Rebellion were two major events that coincided in time and formally established the existence of the Ministry of Magic. With the unified use of magic by wizards, the demand for the system is only for the Muggles. The era that has become more and more perfect has unfolded ignorantly, and the real strengthening has been the achievement of a series of consensuses such as the "Secrecy Law" after the goblin rebellion, until now.

Wizards’ weak national concept is more manifested in sports events to support their own teams. In daily life, if someone takes the Ministry of Magic where the "emperor takes turns" as a faith and swears high-profile, it is undoubtedly a kind of slippery world. Zhidaji's ridiculous behavior, but if this person is one of the emperors in turn, then it is not surprising that he has such a declaration.

In history ignored by most wizards, Nelson has seen too many people like Judge Shafik.

"Interesting." Nelson sat up straight, folded his hands on his chest, showing an expression of watching the show, "but I believe you on this point, please continue."

"We will set up a professional financial department to support you in realizing the ideas you have advertised in Newmontgard. You can get full support and" Shafik offered his own terms, "Whether you accept it or not. Acknowledge that you are a member of the Shafik family. In fact, the ideas of the Knight Bus and the Hogwarts Express were all proposed by the Shafik family, and you have inherited this sensitivity to change."

"Do you have any tapestries? The Black ones."

"what?"

"Excuse me to scald me with a cigarette **** when you get home."

"Nelson..."

"My name is Williams," Nelson shook his head. "If you still have a covetous heart for those things, call me Mr. Williams."

"Well, Mr. Williams—"

"Wysengamo is about to change terms, right?" Nelson raised his head suddenly, showing a bright smile that could be called the sun. "Are you in a hurry?"

"what?"

"Or from your standpoint, even if you go to Grindelwald for cooperation, you won't come to me." Nelson twisted his neck, his expression and tone were extremely calm, if someone familiar with him was there, he would know. A little angry, "Now you should regret it~www.readwn.com~ for not killing me together in Paris."

"Sometimes what you see with your own eyes may not be true."

"Is that otherwise? Listen to others?" Nelson sneered. "Do you have to be better? That's really a verdict."

Seeing Nelson's non-advanced attitude, Shafik was helpless. "It seems that this chat, we did not discuss a result that everyone is satisfied with."

"It doesn't matter, you can't do what with me, can you?" Nelson lay back, and a backrest similar to Shafiq appeared on the folding stool. He put his hand in his hair, stroked it back, and said with a smile, "After all, we It’s not about old things, is it?"

"What?" Shafik had fallen into a passive position.

"There are not so many thresholds for what you want. After all, it is my pursuit to make the lives of wizards better and better." Nelson leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands and rubbed his thumbs together. Come on, do you understand? You need to work harder."

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