My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"As I said, the macaroni here is delicious, so good that it doesn't look British."

"Isn't it obvious that delicious food is not made by the British." Nelson shrugged, looking out the window at the children playing in the streets of Hogsmeade, his cheeks slowly wriggling, "I thought the students had finished their exams. Come and play in Hogsmeade."

"A simple final exam is enough to **** all the energy out of those guys who are going to grind their guns," Tom sneered, smacking his lips as he skillfully rolled the macaroni into his mouth with his fork. "Most people should be sleeping in their dormitories now, even if the auditorium is full of steaming meals...I think Dumbledore will be desperate when he sees an empty table."

"Really?" Nelson noticed that the street suddenly became lively, and the wizards who were staying in the surrounding shops and houses were moving towards the center of the village. He didn't care, he just thought it was some kind of market that Hogsmeade was holding. Activity, "You might be disappointed, did you forget? Something written in that book just now."

"Oh yes, Dumbledore is in Wizengamore, and we'll have to call him Lord Judge in the future," Tom leaned back in his chair, with only a little soup and green peppers left on the plate in front of him. People go to high places, and if I can become chief of Wizengamore, I will not care about school finals."

"Are you adding too many tomatoes to your pasta? Why is it sour," Nelson raised his eyebrows. "You know, this seat is not easy to sit in, especially now."

"It's also very funny. The two of us are talking about this kind of thing here. If we can't do it, we will run away. I see that many people do this."

Tom licked his lips, looking unfinished. Seeing his expression, Nelson, who had no appetite, pushed the lunch he had only scooped out two spoons over and waved his hand. The plate that was missing was filled with a few small tomatoes. Now, Tom pulled the plate in front of him, picked up the tomatoes to eat, followed Nelson's eyes and looked out the window, and asked curiously, "What are they doing?"

"Maybe there's a big sale on eggs," Nelson said casually. When the restaurant owner's child ran in and pulled the owner out, his expression changed significantly, and he stood up and said, "Maybe something big has happened, we want to Want to see the fun?"

"Wait, wait for me to eat these two tomatoes."

Tom used a fork to fork two small tomatoes at the same time and threw them into the mouth. He picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully. He followed Nelson and rushed towards the crowd.

The doors of the village facing the street opened one by one, and wizards with faces full of curiosity and doubt walked out of their homes and came to the street. If not, Nelson would not have known that so many people lived in Hogsmeade.

"I've seen Hogsmeade's local chronicles," Nelson said to Tom, who was beside him as he walked. "A group travel of this scale was during the goblin rebellion."

"Excuse me, don't talk about it, okay?" Tom pouted, "I'm already a little sleepy."

The two approached the center of the village, and Nelson remembered that there should be an owl post office, and the wizards of Hogsmeade sometimes kept their owls there.

The people on the third floor and the third floor surrounded the owl shed in the center of the village. Nelson and Tom, who arrived late, could only be blocked outside the human wall and tiptoe to look inside. An owl was carrying a thick stack of magazines. Flying staggeringly, Nelson could even see the livid skin under its thick feathers, which had become livid due to de-stress, and it threw the magazine to the ground. Nelson only had time to see the cover of "The Quibbler", which was taken early The villagers who were guarding the surrounding area looted.

"Damn, I shouldn't eat so much, I feel like I'm going to vomit," Tom, who was squeezed by the crowd, leaned into Nelson's ear and whispered, "Did we just miss something? Could it be that the back of that movie ticket is really an egg exchange coupon?"

Nelson didn't have to answer Tom's question himself, because the heated discussion around him had already answered it for him.

"Really? You can communicate with people all over the world through magazines?" A farmer who didn't grab a magazine withdrew from the crowd with a pitchfork and asked in a low voice to his neighbors.

"I swear to Merlin, I just saw Hungarian," his gentlemanly neighbor rolled up a magazine discreetly behind his back and carefully tucked it between the straps on the inside of his tuxedo, "I wrote on it. I made a sentence and compared it with my wife, and it really appeared in her book."

"Well, your family actually has two copies, show me one first!" The farmer stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

"Don't worry, the magazine of "The Quibbler" said that they have printed a lot of copies in this issue, and they promise to give a copy to every wizard."

"I hope so." The farmer looked at the dense crowd in front of him, and then looked at the pitchfork in his hand.

"boom."

A muffled sound broke the silence between the two. A kid ran behind the gentleman, his shoulder hit his lower back, and the magazine stuck in the strap of his trousers fell to the ground. In the magazine, the gentleman raised his head, just in time to meet the playful smile of the old neighbor.

"I think this magazine is still conservative. After all, no one thought that a family of two would get three copies."

"Listen to me, I'm worried that the magic in the magazine is time-effective, so I thought about preparing a copy, otherwise the scolding with that Hungarian would not be able to go on," he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. With an embarrassed smile, "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to grab one, and there will be a steady stream of magazines sent to Hogsmeade. It really doesn't work, can you order one?"

The farmer did not speak, but pointed to the ground with his pitchfork, and his gentleman neighbor looked in the direction of the pitchfork, and a filthy little hand that seemed to have just played in the mud grabbed the footer and dragged it gone.

He widened his eyes and looked at the place where the little hand disappeared, only to see a jungle-like thigh.

"It's alright now," the farmer put his pitchfork on the ground, leaning on his chin and showing a happy smile, "there are only two books left in the family of two."

"It looks really tight," Tom rubbed his chin thoughtfully and commented in a low voice, "It looks like there are gifts like eggs, maybe you can ask that strange guy to send two more copies."

"I really don't know what you've been listening to for a long time."

Nelson shook his head helplessly, stood on tiptoe and looked into the crowd. When he saw that another stack of magazines had been dropped by the owl, he stretched out his hand and waved it gently. The books that were pressed together lost their restraint and spread out in the air like compressed cotton. They opened the pages and flew lightly like butterflies to those who did not receive them.

"It's also great to show them Shafiq's face."

One of the butterflies hovered in the air for a while, fluttering its wings, and saw Tom rushing towards his arms. Tom stretched out his hand to take it. The last page opened in front of him. It needs to be flashed and refreshed at a fast speed, venting the emotions of the readers. Although the magazine has only been distributed for one meal, the readers' attention has already shifted from the content about Shafik to this page with rain. On the magic that a small piece of paper can communicate with countless strangers, seeing this unreasonable scene, Tom, who is accustomed to seeing the world, has to sigh a miracle.

"Does this kind of magic really exist?"

Nelson smiled and nodded, the wand in his hand turning into a fine pen in an instant, scribbling a few strokes in the blank space for the reader to write.

"Let's discuss a little bit about the content of this issue. We will present a more convenient way of communicating in the magazine in the next issue."

Tom thought that this sentence would be quickly drowned out by new comments, but he didn't expect it to be placed at the top in bold and highlighted. The wizards even started to discuss this passage, which appeared without time lag, even more convenient than the double-sided mirror, the most convenient magical communication method, after the rare silence of the readers, as Nelson noted. Wish's speech poured out like a flood, lashing out at Shafiq's already infamous reputation.

"Let's go out, it's too crowded here." Nelson pushed open the two big men blocking the door, and Tom and Tom walked out against the crowd, breathing the cold fresh air, "I didn't expect that they would Such a little magic with such enthusiasm."

"Little magic?" Tom raised his eyebrows, correcting Nelson's misunderstanding, "Do you know what this is equivalent to? Putting wizards from all over the world in one room for a meeting is unique in history! Like the first time someone without magic is exposed to magic, I am so shocked that I have even thought of 10,000 ways to use this magic."

"I hope that when you go back, you can find a piece of paper to write down these ten thousand ways to open my eyes, but I need to correct a misunderstanding, Tom, this is not a meeting of wizards from all over the world, as long as they can write , you can participate in this 'conference'," Nelson nodded and said, "I am really puzzled, thousands of years have passed since the birth of magic, and wizards have not invented this low-cost instant The magic of communication."

"What's the point?" Tom retorted. "Can this magic make wizards stronger? Does it make them stronger in a duel? Most people think that, if you're invincible, think What to say, there are naturally countless dog legs running errands for you."

"Indeed... I told them this idea when the center was built. They didn't know anything about it at the time, and they didn't even understand what I meant. I didn't expect it to become a reality now." Nelson was quite emotional. , "To be honest, I never thought it would happen so soon."

"Didn't you invent this?"

"No," Nelson shook his head, "I don't have to do everything myself, the treasure is there, waiting for someone with an idea to unearth it."

"You found a lot of talent in the garbage," Tom said with envy, "It's not like me, I help this and that in school every day, but those guys opened their mouths and said, 'I have to go back and ask my father', shut up. It's just 'I'll have the final say in our family after a few years', it's really useless."

"You are a long-term investment, and they haven't reached the point of strength," Nelson laughed. "Are you going to France for the holidays? Penguins will hold a wizard's fair there, and there will be a lot of novelties. , you might be able to bring some back and let your friends start their efforts a little earlier. I think if this is the case, then when the foundation of their fathers collapses, the reaction of the pure blood families will not be too strong. ."

"Hurry up, I can't wait to use a cheap fast-smoothing hairspray." Tom pouted and nodded, "Why in France? Isn't it bad in England?"

"Because the French Ministry of Magic is great," Nelson blinked. "You know, their control over the wizarding world equals no control."

"It doesn't sound like a compliment." Tom put on a French expression. "Let's go back. Let's go around the Hog's Head first. Aberforth won't really die outside."

"Bless you!"

A pair of strong arms rushed from behind the two, and Nelson lowered his head subconsciously to avoid it, letting Aberforth, who wanted to hug them at the same time, pounce, he only reached Tom's shoulders, and he lost his balance and went around Tom. After turning around, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Are you OK?"

Nelson stretched out his hand and pulled Aberforth up. Aberforth grabbed his forehead and climbed up from the ground, his eyes shone with gold stars, and the ground that was trampled on by the crowd threw him all over the place.

"I...it's fine," he shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I saw a lot of people here, so I came over to join in the fun. I didn't expect you to be there, so I don't need to go to you specifically."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Wait a minute, let me see what's going on inside." Although he was knocked unconscious, Aberforth's human nature of watching lively has not weakened in the slightest. In the bar, I'll tell you."

"Come on~www.readwn.com~ Nelson tugged at his sleeve and dragged him out of the crowd, "I'll turn around and have someone send you a copy. "

"Ok."

The village was very deserted at this time, and there was no one on the street. Aberforth also took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Nelson, saying, "You need to be careful recently, Nurmengard's That group of dark wizards is deploying manpower behind your back, there must be some unknown conspiracy."

"thanks."

Nelson quickly opened the envelope. Penguin didn't write too much nonsense, but simply relayed the results of Johnny's investigation to Nelson. He swept the entire letter quickly, and his expression became more and more weird.

"What's the matter?" Tom asked in a low voice, while Aberforth turned his head aside and whistled.

"It's coming for me," Nelson handed Tom the letter and pouted at him. "What a strange guy."

"Who?" Tom glanced at the content in his heart, his expression soon became exactly the same as Nelson's, he slowly turned his head, his tone was full of disbelief, "Muggle? Is that a Muggle?"