My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Shock! Chief Wizengamore has such an unknown face! 》

Nelson was holding a magazine that fell from the sky. The silver-robed old wizard on the cover was printed extremely clearly, and the vividness of the colors was even more vivid than the streets of this era. In the chair that everyone fears in the hall of Mount Mo, who is not afraid when one is equal to the law?

In the photo, Shafiq holds the golden gavel high, and does not look angry. If this photo is printed on it like this, I believe that everyone who sees it will think that he is a majestic law enforcer.

But how could the penguin, the main writer of "The Quibbler", give up the opportunity to spend the whole flower? Above the gavel that Shafiq held high, a line of looming numbers and letters blurred the pattern. Nelson's hands trembled, and the angle of viewing the cover changed, from facing the sun to squinting. Extraordinary objects were also quickly replaced by tiles made up of characters.

"The golden gavel, costing three hundred and fifty Galleons, was commissioned by the then Gringotts firm, after the Honourable Lord Shafiq reduced the stamp duty rate for 243 years in 1894. Mr. Long Piston built it for him and set the spell to make his voice majestic, and maybe some readers have felt its magic."

"The robe of the Chancellor, gifted by Mr. Malfoy out of personal friendship, and the whereabouts of the purchase money allocated by the Ministry of Magic is unknown. Summer cool, the value is immeasurable."

"The judge's chair, the purchase price is 500 gallons, and the actual cost is 25 gallons. The premiums for the seats of the Wizengamo members are equivalent. Every time you take the Knights Bus, you will have 5 to 7 sigs of sand. The guest of honor, Lord Fick."

"Pure gold badge, the actual material is copper gilt, this is a reward given by Lord Shafik after successfully increasing the tax on daily necessities. For every badge produced, the Shafik family will receive a allowance of one Galleon."

"…"

Looking at the dense numbers and descriptions, Nelson's face turned blue and purple, covered by alternating helplessness and speechlessness.

"The paper media has been overtaken by him."

He couldn't help but sigh, and threw the magazine to Tom.

"Who is this? Why is there a label on the face?"

Tom looked at the cover curiously. He faced the sun and held the magazine high. In his eyes, Shafiq's image was different from the two editions Nelson saw.

"How did this happen? It's amazing." Tom squinted at the hell-like Ukiyo-e before him, and said, "It's a bit like a desire camera, but how can one person have so much desire?"

Nelson twisted his neck and looked at it from the same angle as Tom. He saw Shafiq sitting on the throne of power with a medieval crown on his head, and behind him was filled with mountains of Galleons. Eyes wide open, the silver robe is gone, replaced by naked, young, wild bodies, and famous wizards who can be named are like the Nobby Ridge that Nelson once met. Strange, stooped, standing respectfully on either side of him.

"Oh, it's the same desire," Nelson said, pulling back and pouting, "it's greed, I finally know why Karaktacus Bock, who was fine before, suddenly became delirious in Azkaban. ."

"Shut up? It's really low-level," Tom snorted softly. "It's still more fun."

"After all, Borkin Burke is not a simple character," Nelson rubbed his chin. "It's not that easy to destroy. I have always been curious about why a black market businessman dared to challenge the Auror of the Law Enforcement Department. Now think about it, if there is no such thing as The background behind him, his shop should have been wiped out on the first day of opening."

"He has all pleaded guilty?" Tom couldn't wait to open the magazine, and the first page was printed with such heavy news, "When? So soon?"

He took out a pocket watch and set the time right, his expression brightened, "Five minutes ago? Was it printed so fast?"

"He promised me," Nelson squinted and shook his head, "that he would give Shafik a taste of the bitter fruit at a specific time, which is why I gave him the prototype of the time converter."

"Can he use it?" Tom was a little distrustful. "You know, we can only extend the time to half a day ago."

"Xu is there any special way. He has always been a person who is good at thinking of ways. If it wasn't because he didn't dare to trust anyone, I would even be willing to hand over the research and development work to him and let him assist Lolian."

"Now it seems that there is no need at all," Tom marveled at the wisdom of the witch he had never met. "That Miss Lorien, whose wisdom is no less than that of any other person I have ever met, can do ordinary work independently. This magic Almost all the prototypes of it were constructed by her."

"I have to find a time to check it out," Nelson suddenly turned sideways, dodging the "bomb" dropped by the magazine-delivering owl, "I always feel a little weird that the efficiency shouldn't be so high. "

"You just don't trust me," Tom raised his head, looked at the bird droppings on the ground, and sighed, "I want to learn more and more prophecy."

"It's not the prophet, it's the brain."

"Do you think I don't?" Tom raised his eyebrows and continued to focus on the magazine. The first few pages listed the Galleons he had corrupted since his work at the Ministry of Magic, without any decoration, but densely packed The description is enough to shock anyone.

Although Shafik's crimes did not focus on corruption, these naked amounts undoubtedly provoke readers' anger at the first second, and Tom brings himself into those who are inexplicably overcharged or taxed. The sorcerer, whose quality of life was suddenly reduced by rising prices, could not help but get angry.

"Damn it, I finally know why Potter's shampoo has gone up in price."

"Why?" Nelson asked curiously.

"He once raised taxes on all daily necessities, and the reason is because" Tom closed the magazine angrily, "Go to dinner! It's really annoying, I don't know who has collected so many criminal evidence, according to the report, he will Sentenced to Azkaban for a total of one hundred and ninety-five years and three months, and even the ashes will not be retrieved until two hundred years later."

"How come there are zeros and wholes?"

"I don't know who is the one who collected so much evidence," Tom continued to praise, "I must make a fountain sculpture for him in the mouth of the Department of Magic."

"I really thank you."

"what?"

"I mean, I thank you for him," Nelson knew Tom was just joking, but if he really knew he did it, the fountain would go from a joke to a reality and on the agenda. For someone like you who cares about prices, everyone's life will definitely get better and better."

"Not really," Tom scratched his head, "I met a goblin in Professor Slughorn's slug club before, and he recommended me a financial product for investing in commodities. I think the rate of return is good. I just bought some stocks of fast and smooth hair conditioners, but the growth rate has been very slow in the past few years, it turns out that it is a ghost of extortionate taxes."

"It looks like you've made a lot of money," Nelson said quietly, "I thought you'd only sell antiques."

"Where," Tom shrugged, put the magazine in his hand on the street sign at the entrance of Hogsmeade Village, and waved his hand, "Come on, let's go have a good meal, I'll invite you to this one."

The two set off to the depths of Hogsmeade, where there are many distinctive shops.

And the magazine that was left at the entrance of the village flipped the pages under the breeze until the last one.

A line of text slowly emerged.

"Dear readers, since you have read the last page of this issue, you must have a lot of insights into the content of this issue. Here, The Quibbler would like to tell you good news. From this issue, you can Share your opinions with readers around the world by giving the magazine a new kind of magic, just write it down and have a great day."

This line of text disappeared quickly after it was completely displayed, leaving only a blank piece of paper without any traces.

The figures of Nelson and Tom disappeared at the end of the street, and finally, for the first time, a new stroke appeared on the white paper—a question mark.

"Really?"

"Hey?"

"Hello?"

"????"

More and more words appeared on the pages, and they became denser and denser. Soon, the entire piece of paper was filled with dense words. There were doubts, greetings, and inexplicable ghost symbols. After dark, the dense ink shrunk suddenly, the page turned into a blank sheet of paper again, more and more complete sentences appeared on the page, and the content gradually became meaningful and gradually related to the content of the magazine. The people holding the magazine behind The Quibbler have expressed their shock and distrust of the content, as well as their criticism of Shafiq.

On the clear and cloudless sky, the rune inscribed in the metal that shuttled through the clouds was inspired by the invisible magic spells emanating from the pages. , The central teleportation array is connected to each magazine.

"Crash-"

The wind became stronger, and the thin but heavy page was closed by the air. The back cover was a picture that was not very realistic. Shafiq with a frightened expression was surrounded by dementors behind the iron fence. In this picture Below, a tear-off movie ticket is printed neatly there.

"You only need to go to France through our local transmission network and enjoy an audio-visual feast."

"Lies don't deserve to be the mouthpiece, you have the right to speak up."

The magazine lay there quietly, with the corners of the pages flipping from time to time in the breeze, until a passing boy picked it up out of curiosity.

"This is a day when sales exploded," Penguin walked out of the door of the Ministry of Magic as if he was at home, took the coat handed over by his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "This is what I always tell you, news needs to be time-sensitive sex."

"But my lord, we are all giving away today's magazines, and we lost a lot of money."

"Short-sighted," Penguin buckled his buttons and strode toward the bustling reception, "Go back and wait for the subscription letters that will fill the warehouse! Only the mouthpiece is worthy of lying, and the power is worthy of a voice, you know for us , what is the greatest power?"

"Canon?"

"..." Penguin's meticulously created image was almost shattered by a stumble, he turned his head, stared at the dazed eyes of his subordinates, and said word by word, "We present words so that everyone can have free thoughts, And that's the power we want to see, understand?"

"Understood."

"Look at your wise little eyes, you must not understand," Penguin sighed, straightened his collar, turned and walked forward, "Why did I bring you out today like a madman, I think you will do this again Going down, I really get some kind of bitter cold place to exercise."

"I'm in charge of security, Lord Penguin."

"Security also requires a brain."

Penguin sighed and turned the corner, only to be stopped by an uninvited guest.

"You are the penguin."

The wound on Aberforth's face that was scratched by the dragon still hadn't healed. He blocked in front of the two with a stern expression, and hid his wand in the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Oh?" Penguin raised his eyebrows and stared at Aberforth's face. "You are Mr. Gatsby. I didn't expect you to choose the UK for your vacation."

Aberforth did not wear the face he used to break into Nurmengard, but he was suddenly called out by the penguin. With a flick of his arm, his wand slipped from his cuff, and he let out a breath of heat. A cloud of white mist formed between the two of them.

"There is an attack!"

He was about to open his mouth to say something, but his head was firmly held by his subordinates behind him, and he was forced into a prostrate posture. Then, the wizard who didn't seem very smart waved his stubby black wand vigorously. The sturdy red spell was shot directly at Aberforth. The release of this spell was extremely fierce. With the help of the penguin's low-lying body, it was only seen by the victim before it approached Aberforth, and the target it aimed at. It was Aberforth's wound that had not healed for a long time.

No one but him would have thought that he would riot in the street, and the penguin hurriedly broke free from his cover and hurriedly waved his wand to resist the spell shot at Aberforth, who raised his arms to resist, and in two Under the protection of people almost at the same time, the direction of this spell was changed, rubbing Aberforth's scalp and shooting it, hitting the ruins of the war that had not yet been repaired, and instantly corroding a broken wall as high as one person into a single piece. Beach black water. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Penguin got up panting, and he and Aberforth were taken aback, and despite their haste, the spell was far more powerful than he had expected.

"What did you do before?"

"I'm sailing the boat for the lord, but he doesn't usually take a boat, so—"

"I now believe that security work can be done without thinking." Penguin caressed his chest, looked at the rapidly evaporating black water, and looked at Aberforth, who was nervous, and said softly, "Misunderstanding, Mr. Gatsby, this is This is a new colleague, and some of them don't understand the situation."

"I understand, I was so nervous when I first went out," Aberforth grinned and smiled forcefully. He wasn't the kind of person who was stubborn. On the contrary, he was a handsome man, so he immediately took the opportunity to go down the slope. Donkey, changed his tone and said politely, "Maybe it was my attitude that misunderstood him, Mr. Penguin, I want to ask you some questions, can I appreciate the honor?"

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