My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's raining again."

Tom rubbed his wrists, which were sore from the gloomy and dense drizzle, and fastened the buttons of his robe. He nodded and greeted the doll hanging by the hospital entrance. Outside the doors of department stores with signs of closure and renovations, and on the streets of London, stood in the misty rain.

Pedestrians passing by are not surprised by Tom's sudden appearance. For the residents living here, there will always be some passersby at the door of this old shop that has not opened for decades. In the words of experts, this street Below is a sewer pipeline that has been covered in dust for many years. Sometimes the fermented gas can cause hallucinations. Most people believe this kind of rhetoric. It has also become a big problem in London. Small urban legend.

What's more, today, there are more lively things to attract people's attention. Not far from the Qingbeach Department Store, the entrance of a church hospital was crowded with people. The passers-by who were injured in the accident were taken to the hospital and never recovered. The family members who were desperately ill seemed to want to give up God's blessing and put their hope in something more magical and belonged to the devil.

This street is a parish with strong Protestant beliefs, and most of the patients who were sent here are from devout believer families, but some of the people who were picked up by wizards when they were sent to the hospital have even reappeared alive. On the Xianbian Alley, which was being rebuilt and repaired, but their family members were not getting better, so the family members of the patients blocked the door of the church hospital, trying to take back their relatives.

Although the doctors at the hospital agreed to their request out of consideration for the patient's health, the residents of the street were not satisfied with their decision, so they blocked the door of the hospital and tried to prevent them from leaving.

Stretchers and their families huddled at the door, impassioned residents built walls to block their way, and educated physicians painstakingly persuaded them to get out of the way, only to be quickly labelled blasphemous and condemned to them. It is a great blasphemy for this group of wounded people to go to the wizard's territory to play. Now they had better die at the feet of God, and stop being obsessed on the road of embracing the devil.

The priests in the hospital didn't seem to have expected this to happen. They persuaded the crowd helplessly and anxiously, their voices hoarse, and the firm belief they instilled on weekdays became the most unbreakable wall at the moment.

"It's fun, isn't it?"

Tom turned his head, a man with a peaked cap was standing beside him with a smile, even though it was hot and humid summer, this man was still wearing a turtleneck sweater, as if he had just come back from some bitter cold. Looking at Tom, he raised his right hand in a sloppy wizard salute to show his identity, and smiled, "I've been standing here for two hours, you know what's the funniest?"

"Did you also come to St. Mungo's to find out?" Seeing that the other party was a wizard, Tom nodded and asked, "What is it?"

"In the beginning, they weren't so determined, but the more the priests talked, the more determined they were," the man smiled and said, "Did you see the silver-haired man across from him? He's my college classmate, I told him long ago not to come to this kind of place to find a job, you see, it's very troublesome."

"College classmates?" Tom followed his gaze. Among the doctors who were blocked by the crowd, there was a man whose face was not old, but his hair was already gray. He is a person with extraordinary bearing, but at this moment, he can only see four characters of scorched and devastated on his face. He glanced at the man beside him again. On the man's crooked neck, a dark red scar is very striking, Tom asked curiously. said, "Did you go to Muggle college?"

"Yes," the man nodded, extending his right hand to Tom. "Actually, I never went to a wizard's school, after all, I didn't become a wizard until I graduated from college."

"University... still teach this?" Tom was a little stunned.

"Aha, of course not," the man shook his head. "It's a long story, Mr. Riddle, and I came here to thank you."

"You know me?" Tom's heart rose with a hint of vigilance, and his right hand was inserted into his pocket at the same time.

"Of course, the story of you and that woman named Margaret beating Williams together, I've read it over and over again." The man smiled, his right hand still held up, and the Deathly Hallows logo slipped from the sleeve. , "I'm Ivy Darwin."

"It's you?"

Tom reached out and shook his hand lightly, he knew about Ivey's deal with Nelson, and Nelson once said jokingly: "The magic on that guy is simply a curse of immortality, if someone can really take his life , I think it can only be you, Tom."

"I know there's a good restaurant, have you eaten?" Ivey blinked, "I just came over and I haven't had time to eat, maybe we can talk while we eat."

...

"I've been in the US some time ago, doing some of the things Williams entrusted to us with Mr. Baierburn," Ivey cut the steak patiently, and the two sat by the street-facing window opposite the stale Leaky Cauldron. Signboard, he scooped up a dollop of sauce with a dining knife, spread it evenly on the cut meat, lowered his head and said slowly, "You should know Mr. Baierben, right?"

Tom nodded, Ivey saw this, and continued: "Then I won't go into details, I have been tracking down the academic exchange led by Dr. Sykes decades ago. By the way, he is also me. college classmates."

"Anyone else your college classmates? Like Gellert Grindelwald or something? If so, you can finish it all at once."

"No, no, how can Grindelwald be interested in medicine or biology?" Ivey smiled and said, "Dr. Entrusted by Williams to protect Miss Lorien in Ilvermorny, I tracked and investigated her by the way, and also made some discoveries."

"Um."

"I found out about Melissa Sykes, my other niece," Ivey said, "of course, it may be a little late to tell this news, but you know, some stories are not told if If you know the process clearly, it will appear endless.”

"With all due respect, Darwin, I think you look much younger than your niece."

"This may be the immortality your wizards have been pursuing. If there is a chance, I can explain the principle to you in detail, but trust me, you won't want to know, just like you won't think until this pile is dipped in sauce. What a piece of meat looked like before it was cooked," Ivey continued, "While tracking down Jokunda, I discovered a sect of magic that was influenced by Williams, who witnessed Williams in the first The movement from the second Salem station, which is regarded as a miracle, has to be said that such a strange sect has new tricks every day in the poor land of the American continent."

"It's not surprising to me that Gnar is regarded as a **** by Muggles," Tom nodded. "The magic he advocates is very suitable for missionary purposes. Let's not talk about power and so on, and the visual effects are never bad."

"I'm not sure about this, but this sect just hit the point when the Magical Congress of the United States was empty and the secrecy law happened to be abolished. Norton II didn't have much manpower and energy to rectify those places where the sky was high and the emperor was far away, so Some wizards took advantage of the loopholes, a group of poor wizards who couldn't get along in the wizarding world, and even those who were buried by your own hands were unwilling to play with them, noticed this group advocating magic, and they got in and took the To make a little money by pretending to be a messenger of magic," Ivey continued to tell his story, "At the time Mr. Belburn was busy eliminating Newmengard's contact point in Boston, and Williams wanted a second game. Lem's old land, but it's not just a memorial park, it's an important stronghold for the despicable Haierbo, so he was temporarily stumbled and couldn't get out, and Jokunda was in contact with that sect again, and I had to follow alone Sneak in and cooperate with her to rectify them, I don't know what happened, maybe nephews and uncles are an unbreakable truth, as a Muggle, I hang out with wizards all day long, and as a wizard, she stays with Muggles as a whole In the nest, it sounds quite strange."

"And then? That kind of sect retention might cause trouble."

"I don't know, I'm just in charge of expelling those wizards who control Muggles, and Jokunda does everything after that. She doesn't even know my existence, and she hasn't revealed her father's clues, but I It quickly became clear that it was a trap."

"Trap?" Tom, who was already a little sleepy, suddenly came to his senses and asked, "What happened?"

"It seems that someone is deliberately using something related to Nelson to delay our time. Those wizards left a poison before they escaped. They said it was poison. It seems to me more like an infectious disease. It will be easily Infecting non-magical people, making their wills stubborn, like your fascination potion, I should have found out earlier, it is obviously not the level of the lame wizard."

Ivey pushed his fork into the steak forcefully, his tone solemn.

"I'm not a real wizard, and neither is Baierben. We are all half-assed idiots, and we don't know anything about things like potions. Baierben's partner, Nagini suggested that I go to New Zealand. Ter Scamander asked for help, but your principal called him away the day before I arrived at his house, and I had to go to his wife, Mrs Scamander, a professional proud Luo, I didn't realize that this kind of potion that can make people stubborn can also work on me - the person who poisoned them seems to know who I am, and the poison he designed seems to be specifically for me. , Muggles can infect it to me who is also Muggle, but the wizards I deal with don't notice the difference, it even works, I stand in the street for two hours, the group of obstructing stretchers The people became more and more determined and stubborn right under my nose."

"It's still in effect?" Tom pulled out his wand with lightning speed, and pressed it against Ivey's forehead for a moment, chanting the spell in a low voice, "The prototype is now."

But Ivey didn't seem to want the treatment, he tilted his head, ducked his wand, and said, "I'm here, I've figured out a way to get past it, and I'm different from most people. , I can look to my other past experiences for help, so don't worry. If you try to detox, you might be caught in their trap of delaying us, and I'm sorry I keep talking because I can't tell what I want to say without talking like this Speak your intelligence alone, I can only include it in my stubborn purpose - to catch up with the fleeing wizards and find the antidote."

Tom nodded. He quickly understood the reason for Ivy's chatter. He was still under the influence of that potion, and he was even in the middle of the activities he had done to achieve his goals. He also talked about 'Finding Tom Riddle' embedded in the plan~www.readwn.com~ I've been being carried around in circles, causing Williams to send me a half-hour late," Ai said. Wei said, "He told me that he was going on a long trip, and there were many eyes in London staring at him, the illusion he created didn't last long, and someone would react quickly and take advantage of his departure to destroy it. Everything he's built in London, he wants me to protect it, but you know, I've got those wizards all over my head, nothing else, they seem to have been waiting for this opportunity, arrange early Okay, everyone I can reach in the U.S. is getting stuck with all sorts of hassles, and I even got a message while waiting for you, Judge Shafik of Wizengamot is ready You got someone to hold you down while you were applying for a job at Hogwarts, but luckily he died, and you made it back to London just in time to protect Nobby Ritchie. "

Tom narrowed his eyes, his eyes became cold.

"Everyone gets caught up in something important, mind you, it's everybody, Mr. Riddle," Ivey said in a deep voice, "It knows more about Williams than I thought it would be, and it's at least a piece of the puzzle. Judge Shafiq had already woven the big net before he died, and it cleverly used one thing that could not be let go to throw away all the help that Williams could get. As far as I know, Williams' immediate subordinates There was also a split and mutiny, all the time so subtly, and they also knew that Williams had a reason to travel... you understand? So I have to remind you that Williams has been traveling for a long time, He might be on his own, and I'm going to keep chasing those **** guys."

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