My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh, by the way, how was your test?"

On the secret passage out of Hogwarts, Tom turned around and asked Nelson, who was following behind him, that although they could have swaggered out on such a day of final exams, what was the point of Hogwarts? For the students here, it may be because of their rebellious psychology. This kind of secret passage that violates the school rules is their preferred way of traveling.

But for Nelson and Tom, it's just a good habit developed because they rarely go in and out through the gate. After all, in the records of the castle, he is even a good guy who doesn't like going out of school very much and only likes to soak in the library. student.

"Of course, no problem," Nelson answered rightly, "if the professor of Ancient Runes doesn't care about Credence's offense to her."

"The final exam questions don't even have anything to do with Odin," Tom said. "At her age, very few people don't care about their heart health."

...

Shafiq raised his head weakly, and quickly hid his eyes again. The consciousness of the wizards who were wandering in the auditorium came back at this moment. They were like a group of carrion-eating crows. Their eyes are full of greed with unmatched virtue, just like the close alliance they once had, and just like they had promised to each other, these despicable guys will always attach themselves to the strong and eat the losers who are gone.

He didn't think he was wrong, after all, wizards on the British Isles have come this way for hundreds of years.

Shafik's eyes wandered, and he saw the wizards who had sworn to themselves before the election, patted their chests to promise themselves, their clothes were even more polished than before, old Malfoy and the pure-blood wizards surrounding them compared to them. I've been even more fattened before. He smiled wryly, no wonder when Dumbledore proposed to cut administrative expenses, the guys who were addicted to Galleon's life did not react as violently as they imagined. How can the earned three melons and two dates be placed on the table?

"I underestimated you, Albus," Shafik looked at Dumbledore desolately beside him, and said in the tone of a self-profound senior, "I have to remind you that they dare to betray me for profit today, next time I dare to betray you, this is a group of unfamiliar wolves, you must have paid a lot to defeat me, and then you have to pay a higher price to maintain your power."

"I think you must have misunderstood something, Mr. Shafik," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I'm not giving anything, and I'm not trying to get hold of anything."

"Really?" Shafiq snorted coldly, his eyes wandering, he seemed to want to understand what joint, and said softly, "Is all this a trap that you specially arranged for me? Even the previous agreement? Use Is it worth it to avenge an ethereal revenge at such a high price?"

"You misunderstood," Dumbledore did not have such an urgent desire for the throne belonging to Shafik. He explained in a gentle and patient tone, "No one is targeting you, no one is the center of the world."

"Are you saying I'm arrogant?"

Shafik stretched out his hand and shook his collar vigorously, not daring to meet the greedy eyes in the auditorium, and hurriedly trying to escape, but was stopped by Nobby Rich when he was about to take his steps. Qi approached Shafiq and looked at him condescendingly.

"Judge Shafiq, today is the last day of your term, how do you feel?"

"Ricky, don't you even dare to say honorifics to me?" Shafik suppressed his anger. Ricky was in this dim room.

Dumbledore patted Rich on the shoulder and walked towards the witch who was presiding over the campaign.

"I didn't feel it before, I didn't expect this room to be quite bright."

"Dumbledore... Justice Dumbledore, I think it may be because of your inner light that it affects your eyes."

"Call me Dumbledore," Dumbledore said helplessly, "If you have to add a title, I hope it's Professor."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." The witch smiled and nodded.

"I don't think Wizengamore will need a justice in the future," Dumbledore raised his head and sighed. "After learning about the progress of Muggle justice over the years, I feel more and more that the justice is so eloquent. Jobs require too high literacy, whether in terms of knowledge, experience or morality, but none of us will be exposed to this knowledge in school and life learning, this is a very dangerous thing ."

"You're right, Professor Dumbledore," the witch is notorious for being a stubborn one in the Wizengamore, and that's why she can preside over today's competition, "but the Muggle The law is not for us."

"We need to hear more voices and allow more people to make their voices heard here. There is no doubt that this chair, which seems to be inherited from the Middle Ages, is undoubtedly a shackle on everyone's mouth." Dumbledore shook his head. "It's not good at all, it's squeezing the future of this country."

Shafik turned his back to the two chatting, with blue veins on his forehead. He couldn't even hear what Richie was saying in front of him. He only felt that every word of Dumbledore was implying himself, sarcasm himself, Insulting yourself, you are throwing your decades of achievements under your feet and trampling on them.

What are knowledge, experience and morality? Is there something missing from his world-renowned Judge Shafiq?

"...Shafik, I am not your servant. According to the charter of the Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot has no right to interfere in the administration as a legislative body."

Nobby Ritchie's expression was indifferent, but his heart was burning with flames that had accumulated for several years. While maintaining his dignity as a minister, he wanted to severely criticize Shafik. He remembered Shafi at the time. He was full of blood when he was appointed as the acting minister, while savoring the torture and humiliation he suffered during the few years of sitting in the position of minister. His feelings for this old man were complicated.

"I thought you chose me because your son-in-law did not do well in the position of minister. I thought you saw my justice and courage back then, but I didn't think that you just wanted to foster a clean and better background. The perks of control!"

"Does even a guy like you dare to bark at me?" Shafik just wanted to get out of this disgusting place, he scolded Ricky fiercely, "Get out of the way!"

"You can't go," Ritchie firmly stopped in front of him, "you need to pay for your previous actions. The Ministry of Magic and Wizengamoor lose tens of thousands of Galleons every year. Departments, deteriorating social conditions and rising crime rates, those—”

"Enough!" Shafik's face flushed red, and he finally couldn't bear it any longer, venting the anger he got from Dumbledore loudly on Richie, "Go away! Mudblood!"

The air in the hall was instantly quiet, everyone stopped their actions and words, and their eyes refocused on Shafik, the former judge.

"Oh hoo~"

Old Malfoy turned sideways and whispered to old Carlo beside him, "Has he been so mad that he's so mad?"

Old Carlo was still angry at his previous behavior, ignored old Malfoy, shrugged his shoulders, stared at Shafiq intently, and rubbed his chin with beard supple with interest.

"Shafik," Dumbledore turned around, showing a rare displeased expression, "you can't say that, have you never regretted what you've done so far? "

"Don't pretend like that! Dumbledore," Shafik's eyes were red and he looked like a madman. A series of blows almost completely destroyed his mind. He no longer cherished feathers, and just wanted to criticize the house. These self-righteous fellows, he pointed at everyone present, still did not forget to throw dirty water on Dumbledore, "You liars, criminals, profiteers, villains! Do you think it is a pleasure to beat me? Dumbledore murdered Is he going to give you a better future? It's ridiculous! He is much colder and smarter than you. You are just my pawns and turned into his toys. I regret it. The thing I regret the most is that There is no death sentence for you, a Muggle-killing dark wizard, in Norway!"

There was a sneer from the gallery, they didn't care about this kind of thing at all, on the contrary, Dumbledore and the Muggle-born minister cared a lot, and Shafik was over.

"Shafik," Dumbledore's tone turned cold, "as Minister Rich said, you'd better stay here and accept the trial you deserve."

"I promised Mr. Williams one thing," Ritchie leaned to give Shafik a way to the gate. "He was very concerned with the inheritance of wizarding history, and he told me that the Ministry of Magic encountered Most questions can be answered in history."

"What are you talking about?" Shafik squinted at Richie.

"I've put forward a draft for a new department in the Ministry called the Chronicle Office to record history for future officials," Ritchie said flatly, "you'll be the first contemporary we've recorded. Famous sorcerer."

"You want to make me stinky with this? You want to be beautiful!"

Shafiq squeezed Richie away and ran to the door with a stern face.

"Mr. Shafiq, I am your admirer, can you sign my name?"

At the door of Wizengamore Hall, a young man leaning against the door frame blocked Shafiq's way. He raised his eyebrows frivolously, took out a stack of parchment from his arms, and handed it to Shafiq. Fick.

Shafik's pupils shrank, turned his head and looked back, no one in the hall moved, Dumbledore was continuing the conversation that had just been interrupted, and Rich also joined the discussion in the gallery, no one cared about him , or that no one would worry about escaping.

"I think Wizengamore needs fresh blood. As a legislative body, all fields and all classes need to be balanced, and rotten ideas cannot be taken over here..."

Dumbledore's harsh words entered his mind, and he carefully looked at the young man in front of him. His face was a little strange, with a ridiculous doll hanging around his waist. He didn't look like a British wizard, and he had no attitude towards himself. The slightest respect.

Shafik had a bad feeling. He lowered his head and planned to bypass this young man. He didn't want to cause trouble. As long as he could get out of this trap, with the help of the intricate power of the Shafik family, he was confident enough to run over the house. Those two nasty guys in there.

The young man just looked at him with a smile, the pendant around his waist kept shaking, "Introduce yourself, Mr. Shafik, my name is Penguin, you can also call me Penguin."

Shafik ignored his strange remarks, and walked out quickly with his head buried in it. The corner of the corridor is in front of him, as long as he can pass...

When he reached the end of the corridor, the breath he was holding was released immediately.

"Let's see!"

But after turning this corner, the ridiculous penguin doll entered his sight again, Shafiq raised his head, looked at the penguin leaning on the door frame with a twisted expression, and asked with gritted teeth, "What do you want? What are you doing?"

"I just want an autograph."

Penguin smiled and raised the parchment in his hand.

"I think Wizengamot needs fresh blood..."

Dumbledore's harsh words entered his mind again, and Shafik turned his head in horror. There was a corridor behind him, it was clearly the hall of Wizengamore! And Dumbledore's speech continued: "As a legislature..."

Shafik's pupils trembled. He pushed the penguin away and let the parchment fall on the ground. The extraordinary potential burst out from his old body, and he rushed forward with his head buried in it.

"Mr. Shafiq, signing your name couldn't be easier for you."

After finally running to the end of the corridor again, the devilish voice came again, the parchment covered the ground, he glanced at it, what kind of autograph book, it was clearly a confession!

"I think Wizengamot needs fresh blood..."

Hearing Dumbledore's voice again, Shafik's face turned ashen.

"Go away!"

run.

"Sign your name, Mr. Shafiq..."

"I think Wizengamot needs fresh blood..."

"sign……"

"I think Wizengamore..."

I don't know how long it took, but Shafik's face didn't have a bit of blood. He seemed to have fallen into a **** of eternal reincarnation. He ran for an unknown distance in the corridors that he walked through countless times. He also tried to attack the penguins. But the penguin's superb magic made him despair again and again, and finally, when the penguin doll came into view again, Shafik "popped" and knelt on the ground.

Not a single muscle in his body is not shaking, not a single part of his soul is not afraid, and his consciousness is almost swallowed by this reincarnation and despair.

"I sign... I sign!"

"Is there a pen? Is there a pen?! No pen, no, I'll do it myself..."

He scratched his fingers with his wand and signed his name on each piece of parchment with dark red blood. He picked up each piece of parchment, as if it was not a life-saving spell, but a life-saving antidote.

"Why? Mr. Shafiq~www.readwn.com~ We don't need to be so ugly."

Penguin whistled, crouched in front of Shafiq, and patted his wrinkled face.

"There is good news. Your report has been printed, and we will send you a copy, even in Azkaban... By the way, remember to turn around."

Shafik was running out of reason. He pulled the last piece of parchment that the penguin had stepped on, wiped the footprints on the sleeve of his cherished robe, and signed the final name.

He raised his head, the penguin had disappeared, but even without the guards, he didn't dare to set foot in the corridor again. Holding a heavy paper, his hair was disheveled, and he rushed into the hall of Wizengamore like a mentally unhealthy scavenger. middle.

The wizards who saw Shafiq were all surprised, they didn't understand why he figured it out so quickly and came back just after going out.

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