My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Our dreams are empty,

Darling, when you sleep alone,

Are you thinking of me,

I want to see you in my dream,

my sweetheart,

But my life stopped in a dream,

There is no one in your dreams,

Honey,

You want to see me in your dreams.

...

Borgin Bock twisted to the rhythm of the music, the hem of his robe swept away the dust under his feet, and he stood in his treasure trove, his face a bronze-like gold reflected by the surrounding jewels. , with happiness and contentment on his face.

Nelson even suspected that this man deeply poisoned by black magic could summon a Patronus by virtue of his present.

"Mr. Karkaroff, did you know? The ultimate creatures in this world are dragons. They sit on the finish line as soon as they are born," Borgin Bock sucked in the murky air in the basement, but in his opinion, It was the smell of wealth, he said intoxicatedly, "My life is longer than most people in this world, and it was only after I sent away my great-great-grandson that I cultivated to bring back the golden things. My family's hobby, but the giant dragon has had the same pursuit as I was at that time since he was born."

"Ha," Nelson bent down and picked up a string of pearl necklaces from the pile of treasures scattered around his feet. The pink pearls were like a girl's face, almost exactly the same size and rounded shape. Every moment was priceless. Treasure, but it was piled up with countless jewelry like this, "You might as well say that the dragon's eyes are not good, you can't see things that don't reflect light, and even the eggs are shiny."

Just when he picked up the string of beads, these moist and full pearls turned into a dull powder like a castle made of sand, and scattered on the ground, only the gold thread of the string of pearls remained in his hand.

"You don't have to worry," Borgin Burke stepped forward, stepped over the pearl powder without hesitation, and opened several closed doors around Nelson. "This thing can't be put down."

"If you pile them up like this, nothing will hold up."

"squeak--"

The thick door shaft made a harsh rubbing sound, and as the secret doors opened, more and more treasures appeared in Nelson's eyes, reflecting his pupils into a golden ball, and the more stale dust smell from all directions. Pounced, with a look of shock that satisfied Borgin Bock on his face.

Nelson is surrounded by gold, gold reflects gold, gold covers gold, gold hides gold... He can't imagine how a person can save so much wealth, maybe only Gringotts can compare with the treasure house at this time, Although most of them were ordinary gold and silver, they were even more shocking than when he first saw the secret room when he was poor and white. He could not even estimate the value of these massive jewels for a while, but thought it was a huge number.

He had a hard time connecting the contents of the hoard with the tattered black magic shop in Knockturn Alley.

"I once calculated that a prosperous family, as long as each generation of heirs likes to hoard, can save a lot of money even if they are stupid, but I have never seen a family as rich as me," Borgin said. Bock said in Nelson's ear that he was very satisfied with the response of antique collectors, that nothing in the world is as shocking as gold, but in his heart, nothing here compares to Nelson's finger. The unremarkable black ring, "because every few generations, there will be a scum, a scumbag prodigal, who is always good at taking away the bottom piece of the building block and ruining the sacrifice of the ancestors."

"Indeed." Nelson thought of the shabby house in Hangleton and agreed.

"But I am different, Mr. Karkaroff, I have a unique magic that allows me to continue in a certain descendant, and there will be no prodigal, because my descendants will always be myself," Bo said. Kim Bock said softly, "I think if a family has had a discerning collector like you for generations, then the family's treasure trove will be greater than any museum in the world..."

"indeed so."

"Want a drink? Mr. Karkaroff." Borgin Bock showed a satisfied smile. He stepped on the pile of gold and silver treasures and walked to the inconspicuous wine cabinet in the corner. "For wealth."

"Riesling, thank you."

Nelson took the wine glass that floated in front of him, looked at the clear and transparent wine against the light refracted by the gemstones, held it up to Borgin Bock, and took a sip, "For wealth."

"Five years old, this is the only bottle of Riesling I have here, fortunately it tastes good," Borgin Bock's drinking doesn't seem to be very good. His eyes swept across the glittering treasure trove, deliberately avoiding Nelson, especially the ring on Nelson's finger, "But I think even if it doesn't taste good, you'll like it... the taste of hometown, isn't it?"

"Not that, I just like sweet," Nelson shook his head, setting aside the sipped wine glass on the pile of jewels. , it struggled to maintain its balance, and he looked at the loudly singing trumpet not far away and asked, "Bob Bowie?"

"Big brother! No one doesn't love him!" Borgin Bock exclaimed, "Even my heart, which has been lonely for hundreds of years, can't help but get restless when I hear his rhythm and voice. ."

The pickup probe slid through the grooves of the vinyl record, restoring the original singing voice of a concert ten years ago, making the listeners feel as if they were in the concert scene, the avant-garde The old man was holding a guitar and roaring on the stage.

"I've seen him in person." Nelson nodded and said, "You actually brought this kind of thing. I thought you would only bring some more valuable things. It seems that you are still a little sentimental."

"I was in a hurry when I escaped from the UK. You know, many people want to kill me and then hurry up. People like me who have experienced a lot of things don't care much about these meaningless things," Borgin Bock shrugged. A tone of disapproval, "So as you said, I only brought more valuable things."

"A worthwhile gramophone and accompanying records?" Nelson smiled.

"It's like the beauty-loving magic mirror in Muggle fairy tales," said Borgin Bock, stroking the horn, and introducing it earnestly, "only it loves the most beautiful voice in the world, that emotional roar... it I will record the best music in the world and play it until I find the next one, and I haven't changed the disc in ten years."

"Magic gadget," Nelson asked curiously. "What was the last song?"

"I don't remember, the last time I changed my voice was about eighteen years ago. My nephew told me that it seemed like someone was speaking, but I remember the earliest voice, but it wasn't a song," Borgin Bock thought for a moment. , said, "It was the sound of onlookers cheering and cheering when Louis XVI and his queen were beheaded, and that was the sound when I bought it in the eighteenth century, so much so that I had for a long time. I wonder if the seller recorded such a sound to trick me, but it finally changed the song ten years ago."

"His voice is indeed divine." Nelson nodded, "deserving of this honor."

"I think the next sound it makes will be your compliment," Bogin Bock complimented. "Come with me... I don't just have these boring jewels in my hoard, what do you like? A The soul of a princess? A flaming horse that runs forever? A sword that drinks blood every day? A city locked in a book? An ancient prophecy ball? Merlin's snuff bottle? The oldest code or Books? As soon as you speak...you'll have them."

"What's the price?"

"I trade my treasures for yours," Borgin Burke looked at Nelson, who was getting more and more interested, and showed a businessman's philistine expression, "Barter, the oldest exchange."

"Your idea is good." Nelson nodded, "Is it just that I'm a little too disadvantaged? I think it's more convenient for my nephew to blow up this place and pick up things from the ruins."

"I can see at a glance that you are a businessman of noble character," said Borgin Burke, rubbing his hands together, "to trade more for less, everything here can be put on one side of the scale, and they are good enough to balance the piece you are wearing. The stone..."

...

"What? We were tricked?"

In the window not far from Nelson, in the window to which the arm of the headless statue pointed, Andrei, who was sitting on the sofa, showed a different expression, looked at Barry with his arms taunting him, rubbed his temples, and asked said, "Are you sure it was Malfoy who broke the agreement?"

"As things stand now, yes, this has been a trap even from a long time ago," Barry nodded, looking at Andrei mockingly, "Wouldn't you ask Nelson directly for something you wanted? He Would you still not give it? You are always thinking of robbing, stealing and cheating, can't you try some simpler methods?"

"A person who studies time will of course know the meaning of time. It is impossible for him to give away his most important treasure," Andre shook his head. "It is impossible for him."

"Hmph, you stop using the heart of a villain to take care of a gentleman's belly. How do you know if you haven't tried it? What if someone is happy to give you that... time converter? One time, one more time," Barry mocked, "I've done it anyway so I've done it, from the beginning, when my guy saw someone wearing that ring, I said, you might as well go straight to him. Let's talk about it, there is nothing that can't be negotiated, it's better now, you have completely made the British Ministry of Magic aware of the omissions of its own defense, that Malfoy was already protected by those buses, you are not joking, Andrei."

Andrei sighed and shook his head: "This time it was my mistake, I was too impatient."

"The good news is that you at least stole Nelson's watch."

"This is the second bad news I'm going to tell you," Andre said tiredly, burying his face in his palms, "We broke a dozen people to get into that damned Department of Mysteries, guess what? What did they find in Nelson's office?"

"Some shady magazines and posters?"

"I..." Andre wanted to scold Barry, but he felt that he was the one who should be scolded the most right now, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence and said, "There is nothing we want, only that **** door. , the **** door that has been in Paris for a year! Damn, that door was stolen by the Penguin guys after I let the Aurors in Paris cooperate with me!"

"Hahaha, thank you, I'm so comfortable now," Barry said with a smile covering his stomach, how strange this expression looks on his stern dark face, "I've said it before, such a complicated thing Son, I don't think Nelson can make a second one in less than a month."

"Well, you're right," Andrei lowered his head deeply, "I'm an idiot."

"I have to remind you, Andrea, on the train in Poland a few years ago, the cheese was a little too sour. I didn't eat, so I got hungry in the middle of the night," Barry said earnestly, like an old man, "so I just wanted to find something to eat. I thought that Nelson was still young, so he must have the habit of hiding snacks~www.readwn.com~ I went for a walk in his cubicle, guess what? He hung one on the door Bags of pies... I knew then that he would offer you what you needed and what he could give."

"What's the use of talking about it now? I'm going to work overtime in Krakow later."

Thinking of this, Andre was even more depressed.

"Oh? It seems that I know him better, and I can even guess what he is here for," Barry glanced out the window, a tall, thin man in hot clothes was walking briskly down the street, while another A thin old man chased after him, "My good brother, Igor Karkaroff is here. Guess you jump down now and tell him that you want a watch, will he give it to you?"

Andrei followed his gaze to look out the window, and the singing floated in from the street.

"...you have no one in your dreams..."

Nelson was holding an old-fashioned gramophone and humming the song he had just learned. He looked extremely happy. Bogin Bock followed behind him panting, shouting, "You can't do this! Kaka! Love! You lied to me, your nephew is not out at all!"

"What are you pestering me for?" Nelson answered loudly. "We've done the deal!"

"Damn! When do we—"

"Hey!" Barry showed a mischievous smile, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted at Borgin Bock, "Bock, what did you buy?"

"Resurrection of course—"

Bogin Bock, who was dazed by the sun, heard his own voice, but he was clearly panting. He covered his mouth suddenly, but heard Berne from the loudspeaker sound enough for the whole Berlin to hear: "Borg Kim Bock bought the legendary resurrection stone!"

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