My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

When Nelson's hand reached out to Pythia, the beautiful and graceful statue bent down and put his slender palm on his palm. Then, a burst of attraction came from the void, and Nelson only felt Pitia's grip Holding his palm and pulling hard, he felt the warm touch like a real person, unable to resist the power of granite, staggered forward and sank into the oppressive darkness.

The people around didn't notice the changes here, they were used to the occasional movement of the statue at the entrance to the hidden place, just as they were used to most moving statues and portraits in the wizarding world.

"Has the French Ministry of Magic improved portkeys?"

Nelson felt a sense of shuttle that he had never had before. This time the journey was extraordinarily long. He could even open his eyes during the shuttle, as if he was in a room made of mirrors, and he was constantly attracted by the attraction. As he moved forward, the reflection in front of him kept retreating with his movement.

He is exactly the same in all directions. His life starts from the beginning in the process of moving forward, and is presented in front of him. Those voices that have appeared in his life overlap in his ears, and these Nelsons seem to be Walking at a fork in the road, making different choices.

Nelson rubbed his eyes, and the priestess smiled at herself in front of her, like a familiar old friend.

Immediately afterwards, as the choice deepened, the figures around him became less and less and more different - Nelson with a gloomy face and dressed in black, Nelson with a scroll and a smile on his face, and a mallet in his hand. , Nelson with a serious expression... The self who made various choices turned around and stared at this Nelson surrounded by mirrors with different eyes.

Nelson rubbed his eyes, and the sculpture in front of him seemed to have become a living person. Pitia from the distant past was talking to herself, but her voice was completely obscured by Nelson's noisy life.

Until they hit the same turning point, fell into the same silence in the same place.

"You can see the future because you come back from the future."

"I can see so many of you, those who weave different knots and patterns from the ropes of time, I am as familiar with you as you are with the future."

"My mission is not over, the prophecy is true, you have to be careful."

Pitia's words were quickly interrupted by another interjecting voice: "Go away!"

Nelson heard the scolding that belonged to him, but felt that it was not aimed at him. Then, the mirror shattered, and he felt dark in front of him, and the familiar feeling of being hooked on the navel by the door key came from all directions.

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hidden.

This place has changed a lot compared to before. There are eight huge fireplaces on the square at the entrance. The green flames are burning violently. There are constantly wizards guarding the fireplaces adding Floo powder to it, and there are constantly wizards traveling far away. Dragging out from the flames, it made the already crowded streets even more crowded, crowding people from all over the world, crowding the square at the intersection.

Under the laborious organization of the Ministry of Magic officials, the crowd was slowly diverted towards the surrounding streets, but most people seemed to ignore their orders, and some tourists who were unwilling to wait Apparated in place, from the crowded square Leaving, and some tourists who are unwilling to follow the rules and unwilling to leave, simply take out broomsticks or magic carpets from their carry-on luggage and want to use them to cross the crowd.

But there seems to be a no-fly spell here. Those brooms that just took off just a few meters above the ground lost their magic power and fell to the ground, throwing the people on the brooms into the crowd. Just a short while after Tom entered, his Several brooms were already smashed into pieces around, and a few pieces of wood **** splashed and landed at his feet.

These wizards who smashed into the crowd brought down a lot of people, causing even more damage to the already fragile order here. The curses and curses in various languages ​​came one after another, and it was almost about to stage a full martial arts here. Some people were pushed to the front by the new influx of tourists, and they were even pushed to the ground and trampled by the crowd. Fortunately, wizards almost have some means of self-protection, which prevents the hidden place from being in the first place open to the world. One day it became a corpse.

Tom heard unfamiliar language behind him, and although he couldn't understand what the man was saying, he knew the man was cursing because he was doing it himself.

He looked left and right, and unconsciously, he had moved a short distance to the periphery with the crowd, but Nelson disappeared as if he had disappeared.

Tom shook his head, waved his wand lightly, and a black translucent barrier stretched out around his body, forcibly squeezed out an open space, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the people around him who were pushed out, and they surrounded him. They yelled at Tom, but Tom, who was standing in the barrier, couldn't hear their voices at all, and even felt that the air became fresh.

Maybe he came in a step late and was separated by the crowd so far? Tom complained about Nelson's speed, and wanted to get out a double-sided mirror to contact him, and looked at the mess around him.

The environment, or put away this idea, he pointed his wand in the air, an amber snake eye made of black smoke appeared above the crowd, it looked around, and had a panoramic view of the hidden place, and saw the empty space. Tom couldn't help but feel sorry for the evacuation ability of the French Ministry of Magic. Most people were stuck in this small square, and those so-called diversions were just a drop in the bucket. Not as good as a million.

He jumped up sharply, his body was wrapped in a cloud of thick smoke, and rose to the top of the crowd. Finally, he glanced around the square, but still could not find Nelson's figure, Tom soared into the air in disappointment, ignoring the no-fly here. The curse, flew towards an empty street that had apparently been taken care of.

At the end of the street, a tall building he had never seen stood in the sun. The building was all black, and its shape was no different from the Muggle building in downtown Paris. Tom knew that this was the venue for the Wizarding Fair. He accelerated sharply and left the crowded place.

"Why can he fly?"

Some wizards who don't believe in evil thought again. Although they had the experience of the broom scattered all over the floor, they took a chance and got on the broom. Under the gloating eyes of the people around them, they continued to be a lesson for the latecomers.

It was a brand-new avenue, as if it was forcibly opened up in the building, and the buildings on both sides were sent to one side. The ground was neatly paved with stones of uniform size, and some tourists who were lucky enough to get away from the torment of the crowd. Wandering on the smooth road with a face full of enjoyment.

Unlike the old, crooked and potholed roads in the Magic Streets around the world, paved with stone bricks handed down hundreds of years ago, this road is more like the new Muggle road he saw outside Paris, enough for a few horses and carts to run side by side. .

There were a few thick rails embedded in the roadbed, and it seemed that after the Expo began, there would be Muggle trams and other vehicles walking on it. Tom fell lightly from the air, stepped on the level ground, stomped his feet, and those who were splashed The raised stone returned to its original position after his feet left the ground. He raised his eyebrows. Although this kind of self-healing magic was not very difficult, he always felt strangely familiar.

Under the road, a slight tremor came to him through the soles of his shoes. It seemed that something was slowly starting under the ground. On both sides of the road, two lines of silver-white metal walls stood quietly. The walls were made of hexagonal modules. It looks like Nelson's hive hidden in Krakow. Noticing Tom's arrival, one of the modules opened quickly, and a mayfly flew right in front of him. The red one-eyed glanced at him, crisp and clear. The voice came from the mayfly soon.

"Sir, there's still a week left until the World Expo, a week in which you can enjoy yourself in this historic city of France," one eye flashed and looked a little playful, and the voice sounded like A child, but the rigid grammar made Tom realize that it seemed to be something like an elevator at the British Ministry of Magic, with the dark compartments in its abdomen slowly opening, and a silver round badge surrounded by two slender ones. The metal arm was handed out, "I can only provide you with the tour guide service after the Expo, but during Paris, you can travel with our voucher at any time, just go to the places we have arranged around Paris. site."

"Do you know where Gnar is? Your creator, Nelson Williams." Tom asked blankly.

"Sorry, we belong to the French Ministry of Magic, I wish you a good time in Paris, please abide by local laws and regulations and avoid exposing your presence to the Muggle world."

"It doesn't look that smart." Tom shrugged, put the badge in his pocket, and walked forward over the mayfly. The one eye of the mayfly emitted a red beam, which shot Tom's back from head to tail and flew back to the wall. on the beehive.

He looked at the pedestrians around him, and almost everyone had a mayfly parked in front of them. They were holding their badges and asking questions curiously. They were very new to this magical gadget, and some people wanted to catch it. But they were all deftly avoided by the mayfly.

Tom quickly walked past the two tall, long metal walls, over the sign above his head that read "The First Wizarding Expo", and walked into the street that was actually used as an exhibition. In Nelson's words, it was called "The Expo Park. ".

"It's obviously a street, how can it be called a garden?" Tom had already left Nelson, who couldn't get out of the statue, behind him, because the scene in front of him was too novel and too much attention.

The first thing that catches the eye is a building with "France" written on the house number. Compared with the old-fashioned buildings in Paris, this building is much bolder with the help of magic. It retains the French people's attention to color in architecture. With a large number of slopes stacked on top of each other, this building is like a building made of building blocks by children. It looks precarious, the center of gravity is all at one point, and only the hut-sized base connects the main body and the ground, as if gently When you poke it, it will collapse, and the bright colored slopes will merge with each other from different angles, showing different colors. There are no small windows on each slope, and the stained glass is entangled in the sunlight, like silk. rainbows, and among these rainbows also

There are railway tracks similar to those on the road. It seems that after opening, tourists can take the train flying in the rainbow to shuttle around the venue.

The light and shadow of these rainbows reflected each other in the air, like a skilled weaver, creating a colorful and pompous Gallic chicken. Tom recognized this ancient species as a French totem, and after cooking it in a specific way, It tastes pretty good.

It is a pity that the opening time has not yet arrived, so the French pavilion has not yet opened, and the doors on the first floor are not installed. There are constantly wizards wearing standard wizard robes with a lot of materials coming in and out from the door openings and the windows. out.

Tom noticed that many wizards had stopped at the foot of this building. They were obsessed with looking at this rare building, and they couldn't move their footsteps as soon as they reached the first floor of Expo Park.

He glanced at the French pavilion for the last time, and walked forward. Opposite the French pavilion, a flag of the United Kingdom stretched out from the sky. There seemed to be only one flag here. There was nothing else. The blue blends in with the sky and looks harmonious.

Tom went around to the side in confusion. From the side, it was also a thin sheet, moving slowly with the breeze.

"Isn't it built yet?" Soon, he noticed a wizard in the uniform of the British Ministry of Magic walking hurriedly from the opposite side~www.readwn.com~ He was carrying a lot of packages in his hand. With the package of the delicate lunch box, the official trotted to the flag, and under Tom's watch, he walked towards the flag without pausing, and went straight in.

Tom's eyes were shocked, he walked forward quickly, he also came to the flag, stretched out his hand to look inside, there was something else inside this thin flag, he took two steps forward, only had time to see A hall with crystals was smoked out by the flying dust inside.

It doesn't look like it's finished yet.

Tom looked at the black tower-shaped building at the end of the road. Along the way, there were all kinds of grotesque buildings. Their unique style allows tourists to understand the country they represent at a glance, and communicate with Muggles through the city. It will display a variety of characteristics and strengths. The wizards and architects racked their brains to make the colors of their respective countries appear in front of the world in a fairy tale form. With the help of magic, these buildings were able to violate the common sense of construction and use various Unbelievable ways to express the whimsical ideas in their hearts, and located in this Expo Park, the wizards of each country squeezed their most exaggerated imaginations little by little under the stimulation of the heart of comparison, and there is no one. The country wants to be called "boring" by the world on such occasions.

Along the way, there are also the Yellow Sand Pyramid that seems to have walked out of history, the white building covered with stars and the moon, and the carved beams and painted buildings, which are like a fairyland on the clouds of a heavenly palace. Just looking at these buildings, Tom has already apologized in his heart for the previous contempt. .

"Not bad, right?" He was patted on the shoulder from behind, and Tom turned his head to look at Nelson, who had suddenly appeared at some point, and he panted, "Sorry for the delay on the road for a while."