My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's pretty boring, what does it mean to find supplements from other places? Is it exploited from the bottom wizards like he played with Rich?" Nelson played with a round ball in his hands, and his eyes showed unconcealable disgust. , "It's ugly. If you let them realize in the future that even Muggle jobs can be done, what do you think will happen?"

"Trafficking, kidnapping, enslavement..." Tom said indifferently, "not only magic, but even concepts will go backwards into the Middle Ages."

"Miranda's "Standard Spell" hasn't been in their eyes for so many years," Nelson sneered. "Instead, it's sad to fight for a free ride as a comprador at this time."

"If I were Shafik, I would try my best to prevent her textbooks from entering Hogwarts, even if there are already many students who are pursuing aspirations to buy this illegal book privately, even Filius will be on weekdays. "I recommend everyone to buy it," Tom shrugged. "For the motivation of a stable structure, increasing the difficulty for the'outsiders' to gain knowledge is the easiest solution."

"Is that so? I thought the Hogwarts textbooks were pretty easy to understand, but the grammar was not fluent."

"Is that so?" Tom gave Nelson a slanted look. "It turns out that you got your potions grades last year by skill."

"Even Professor Slughorn thinks so."

Tom gave Nelson a white look, ignored his sophistry, and continued: "Do you remember Kant?"

Nelson recalled the old man who only had a new hat on the day of the Triwizard Tournament finals. The grandfather of Durmstrang’s Kant could not help but sigh. This rigid structure exists all over the world, and it has been accumulated by wizards over the years. The stubborn illness is even longer than their history-he is more and more recognized that wizards are magical animals. After all, the society of magic is more like a forest, magic is power, magic is everything, and people with more powerful magic have more control The society of wizards exists in the extremely primitive forest law.

"That's why there are so many people in Newmondgard." He sighed. "Very few people are born terrorists, but unfortunately they have become the main theme of wizards before bad. This only proves that the Ministry of Magic is worse."

"Is it really good for you to say that in the Ministry of Magic?"

Tom curled his lips. As they wandered to each floor, there were a lot of loose officials around them. In an office, official documents were piled up on a desk in a cramped corner, and a sign was placed on the table: Much. Lean Weasley—While attending work, one can't help but sigh: "Isn't this bullying the honest person!"

"It's okay," Nelson disagreed, as if walking around his back garden, poking his wand in the corner from time to time, "They will forgive me."

"Why? Did you bribe him?"

"Yes, I gave him a pack of cigarettes."

"Well," Tom asked, defeated by Nelson's nonsensical but candid answer, "Should I go to the Department of Mysteries that you want to see?"

"..."

"What's the matter? The expression is so strange."

"I forgot to tell Rich and Shafik," Nelson rubbed his forehead, "but it's okay, let's go and see now, they will forgive me."

The floor of the Department of Mysteries is a little far away, so it can only be reached by elevator. Under normal circumstances, the elevator will not stop on this floor unless there is a special pass. Fortunately, Nelson did not forget to bring the letterbox.

After pulling with the elevator for a while, the elevator door finally opened slowly. It was still the broken corridor, and the stairs that ended up and down were firmly blocked by black stone bricks.

Pushing open the only door in the corridor, a familiar scene appeared in front of the two of them.

Nelson and Tom walked together in the rotunda where the Department of Mystery Affairs was located, looking at the neatly arranged black doors that were being repaired and not yet closed. Through the most central concealed door, rows of dark objects were kept. The racks are arranged regularly, and you can vaguely see the sparse prophecy **** on the racks reflecting the light from the outside world, flowing the color of destiny.

An eye appeared nervously in the crack of the door, and when he saw two uninvited guests, he wanted to close the door from inside, but a small silver ball that flew out of Nelson’s hand was firmly stuck between the door and the frame, dull. There was a sour sound of rubbing in the silent hall, and the texture of the small silver ball was extremely hard, which made the newly installed door knocked out an imperceptible gap, and fine black wood powder was scattered on the ground. , The person in the door stretched out his hand to poke the ball away, but as soon as he lowered his head, it was Nelson's boots against the edge of the door that caught his eye.

"Hello," he smiled and nodded to the person in the door. "Is my prophecy still there?"

"Mr. Williams," the person inside the door was the same member they had encountered in the Department of Mysteries last time. His voice echoed through the huge empty room behind him, and passed into Nelson's ears through the crack of the door, seeming nothingness. And dull, "Sorry, this place is temporarily closed to the outside world."

"Don't worry," Nelson didn't mean to go in. He waved his wand and the small silver ball flew back into his hand. He put the small ball in his palm and showed it to the people in the goal. "I'm here to deliver the prophecy ball. Yes, you forgot one."

"Sorry, our prophecy ball needs—" A hand covered the eyes inside the door, and he rubbed his eye sockets vigorously. In his eyes, the small ball had already become an exquisite crystal ball just like in the prophecy hall. He murmured, "Is it really a prophecy..."

"Yes," Nelson nodded. "The prophecy is that you will be promoted and raised soon."

"I see, Mr. Williams," the man inside the door quickly picked up the ball and sewed the door tighter. "You can only tour the halls, you can't enter those doors."

"The rules, I know." Nelson closed the door for him intimately, "You are busy, we are leaving."

The black door closed in front of him, dividing the prophecy and reality into two completely different worlds.

"Let's go," Nelson carefully collected the sawdust with small **** and stood up. "It seems that the construction progress is pretty good. It is much more efficient than the normal Ministry of Magic. It seems that the masters are also full of unknown magic. Got curious."

"What are you shopping for?" Tom was a little speechless, "I didn't even enter the door."

"Enough is enough," Nelson raised the small ball to his eyes, the golden parts covered his eyes. Alexander, who was so idle in the illusion that he could only burn the boiler every day, started to analyze the sawdust, "I've seen it. Zweig's construction drawing. In that picture, this floor should be Wiesengarmo. For the stability of the building structure, they set up a complex group of spells to avoid illegal expansion by some people on a whim. "

"But they have expanded it, even by a whole floor! It seems that the level of the tattooed big bald head is no more than that."

"No, when I just walked down, I was checking these stereotyped magic with a magic wand," Nelson shook his head, showing a curious look. "These spells are all caused by a single action, and they will affect the whole body when they fail. The alarm is sounded, but their completeness is no different from when I first saw this building, that is, this floor was not built on the basis of the original Ministry of Magic."

"Oh?" Tom was also curious, "but I remember the last time we came here we went straight up the stairs from Wiesengamao."

"It should be some kind of large-scale transfer spell," Nelson took off the ball in front of him, thoughtfully. "Judging from the state of the sawdust, we are now far from London. Do you believe it? If I drill a hole in the floor now, it must not be Wisengamao underneath."

"Not really," Tom rubbed his hair. "So we experienced a phantom shift when we left the elevator?"

"Yes, but I have no feeling of apparition, which proves that they have a magic that can stabilize the two places. Sure enough, this ancient organization will always have some unique skills," Nelson rubbed his chin and said with satisfaction. "When I determine how it determines the coordinates, then I am one step closer to time travel, and the decision of the Department of Mysteries is indeed correct and wise."

"Almost done," Tom grumbled mercilessly at Nelson, "your boasting makes me feel sick."

"Okay," Nelson put on a serious expression, "At least that's good news, let's go, there is nothing to see here, a bunch of empty rooms, a smell of decoration."

"By the way, is that a prophecy just now?"

"Forget it," Nelson nodded, "I saw the personnel file in Rich's office."

…

"What are you doing again? I couldn't find anyone." As soon as I walked into Hogwarts Castle, Adele had caught two strangely missing guys. She looked at Tom sullenly and said, "I want to show you the Levitation Charm that I just learned, but Roina told me that you have gone back."

"what…"

Tom looked at Nelson, but Nelson looked as if it had nothing to do with him, as if saying, "I was not there anyway, it has nothing to do with me".

"I have something suddenly."

Tom rubbed his chin and suddenly affected the wound that had been ignored by everyone. The tingling sensation made him frown.

"What's wrong with your jaw?" Adele asked with concern. She didn't even know that she had almost faced a fatal danger. "Did he get hurt by him during the fight with Credence? He must I am jealous that you look better than him."

"Let's go to the school hospital," Nelson smiled and patted Tom on the shoulder. "I'm afraid if you go later, it will heal by itself."

After that, he turned to Adele, touched the top of her head, and said softly: "Tom secretly went to eat delicious food with your back on his back. This was poked by a fork, so don't worry."

"Hmph, I would rather be beaten."

"I can help you."

"You secretly went to eat good food and left me alone in the forest."

"Yes, Gnar did it too." Seeing that he could drag another person into the water, Tom became active immediately.

"Is Credence not human?" Nelson asked rhetorically, trying to open the subject.

"Yes, but you secretly go to eat good food."

"Okay," Nelson half-kneeled on the ground, keeping his eyes level with Adele, and while observing the still hideous black bloodshot eyes in her eyes, he reached into his pocket and fumbled, "We shouldn't leave you alone. People are there, but there are some trivial things that make us unable to get away."

"Oh." Adele nodded sensibly. The child of this age couldn't hide her sadness, but she still smiled distressingly and said, "Now I can perform the floating spell I have just learned for you. ."

"But before that," Nelson pressed her shoulder, "I have to prove that we can't eat alone."

Tom watched Nelson pull out a full color from his pocket like a trick, like a carrot cake just out of the oven. His eyes grew bigger and his eyebrows jumped higher and higher. Although he often sees it, this kind of scene is still He was extremely shocked.

"Come on, use your floating spell to bring the cake to the auditorium," Nelson patted Adele on the shoulder, stood up, holding the cake in his hands, feeling its lighter weight, "Magic is like that. To make our lives faster."

Adele’s little face was full of seriousness, as if facing an exam, he raised that crooked wand, tried a simple floating spell several times, and Nelson’s hand was sore after a few minutes. At last, the cake dangled from his palm, and under the control of Adele's efforts, it resembled a chick that had just learned to fly.

"Awesome!"

"good."

The two people who watched her showed happy smiles from the bottom of their hearts. They followed the cautious Adele step by step. The sun slowly set, through the castle’s gate, sprinkling more and more gold on the front hall, and time As this slowly passed, Nelson and Tom were even more nervous than when they first cast the Levitating Charm. They knew the difficulty of using wands and spells to cast spells by the silent. They needed to resist the silent while resisting the chaotic thoughts. Part of the magical power that was originally barren was divided to complete this pioneering work that was too ordinary for ordinary wizards.

They still have a lot of intelligence and information to exchange, but they kept quiet at this time tacitly, and silently asked the passing students to detour. Unknowingly, many passing students followed them and watched the most. The girl in front tried awkwardly the first spell in life like they first entered Hogwarts. Not everyone will be like the protagonist who just learns a spell and can use it to knock the head of a troll. The process of many people seeking magic is often the epitome of Adele's toddler.

As the sun sets, just as the house elves in the school are preparing to serve dishes, Adele finally walks to the table holding the carrot cake that has already been cold.

But just when the cake was about to fall to the ground, her hand holding the magic wand loosened, the cake turned over and landed on the ground with a "pop".

There was tears in the girl's eyes, and she was about to cry. Nelson and Tom, who raised their wands almost at the same time but were a step slower, looked at each other and became nervous.

When everyone’s attention was focused on the cake, a leather shoe stepped on Adele’s side. Professor Dumbledore looked at Adele with a smile, bent over, broke a large piece of cream from the cake, and put it on. Savor it carefully in your mouth.

"Well, carrot cake," he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "it tastes really good."

Adele looked at the cake Nelson brought her, and the feeling of loss almost turned to substance, her body trembling, speechless.

"Miss Wiltening, is this your cake?" Dumbledore asked gently. "It's amazing. When I was your age, I didn't even recite the Levitation Curse."

Adele nodded.

"Sorry, I can't walk when I see delicious sweets," Dumbledore said softly. "I'll pay you for a bigger one, okay? You can add some good things to everyone's desserts tonight. "