My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Are you the officer sent here to inspect?" The visitor opened the door curtain and walked in. Military boots made dull footsteps on the ground. Nelson raised his head and looked at the German officer directly opposite.

He looked slovenly, with the SS uniform loosely worn on his body. The officer had a standard Aryan face with thick hair, thin features, deep-set eyes, but prominent cheekbones and chin, even with puffy cheeks. Hu's cover-up also showed that his facial features were extremely sharp, with thick dark circles under his eyes, he yawned, and a cloud of white mist came out of his mouth.

"Long live!" He opened the door curtain and walked in, lazily raising his right hand in salute, "You guys are here."

"Long live." Nelson also raised his arm as a greeting.

He walked to the command table, pulled out a chair at the lower end of Nelson, and sat on it with his legs crossed. He took out an iron cigarette case from his pocket, poured out two crumpled cigarettes from it, and grabbed it. Throwing one into his mouth, he picked up a box of matches on the table and lit it.

The officer shook the burning match, threw it on the ground, took a sip of the cigarette, and then looked at Nelson through the smoke that filled the barracks, and asked vaguely with the cigarette in his mouth: "Sir, do I still want to go to the hospital?" You have to check and check your documents, after all, the young people below are less knowledgeable..."

"Pa—" Nelson threw his ID card in front of him and nodded, "I understand."

"Oh ~ Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff" the officer took Nelson's certificate, held it up to him for a glance, showed a knowing smile, and handed it back while winking, "I didn't expect you to be so young... after the head of state came to power There is such a door, it has a lot of energy."

"You're not young anymore," Nelson was already tall, and his voice was deeper. He looked like a middle school student with a late development. He stuffed the certificate back into his pocket and said, "The Führer is called selecting talents and appointing talents. Ask where."

"Hahahaha, I understand, I understand." The officer stood up and stretched out his right hand to Nelson, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Franz, Lieutenant Colonel of the Armed Combat Executive Force stationed in Krakow, currently Auschwitz The person in charge of this construction site."

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel." Nelson shook his hand and nodded.

"Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff, when will the people above come down?" As soon as he sat down, Lieutenant Colonel Franz asked impatiently, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and it's useless to stay here again." If you stay there, your ass will get rusty."

"What? Don't you want to stay here?"

"Don't you think so?... Oh, that's right, you may like this kind of comfortable station." Lieutenant Colonel Franz waved his hand, "But it's different for a low-level officer like me who is suffering. Those who made meritorious service on the frontal battlefield."

"Do you know? Ever since I came to Poland, I have been in trouble everywhere. Every time the troops marched to a new place, the Polish army would be defeated the day before I arrived. The front feet were excited to serve the head of state, and the back feet When I arrived, I found out that I was drinking the bath water from the leader.” He twisted his face, his hairy face looked like a malnourished gorilla, “How can I do that? You must give me a chance to be loyal to the head of state, I I would rather be hit by stray bullets on the battlefield and lie down in Hohenling for the rest of my life than build a house here until I retire."

"Since when is the lieutenant colonel considered a junior officer?" Nelson pouted, "Besides, isn't it good to be alive?"

"Alive? It depends on how you live." He began to complain again, "Isn't the lieutenant colonel just a low-level military officer? To tell you the truth, it's okay for an officer like you who came from the capital. If it's the local secret police, He asked me for money when he came up. Where can I get him money when I’m new here? It’s better to kill me... Good guy, those guys still know how to let me pay on credit and tell me 'this is the rule', don’t ask me for it Money, and their leaders will ask them for it... what a genius."

Nelson was amused, and his tense face softened a little. Lieutenant Colonel Franz slid forward, "You...are you not the secret police? To be honest, before I was called here, I already sent this month's 'tribute' Ready."

Nelson held out his hand.

"Uh... what is this?" Lieutenant Colonel Franz's smile froze, and he couldn't help touching his arms.

"What are you going to do? Pull out your gun?" Nelson said with a smile. "After all, this is the rule. If you don't ask for money, my leader will ask me for it."

"No, it's not the gun...it's the money." Lieutenant Colonel Franz said dejectedly.

"No, just kidding." Nelson shook his head. He felt that the officer in front of him didn't seem to have been tortured too deeply, and he didn't have the fanatical war thinking of the soldier he just saw. "My officers don't like this. Some money, let’s get down to business, I’m here because there are some things that I need to understand.”

"Okay, sir." Lieutenant Colonel Franz sat down, ready to face Nelson's next questioning.

"Have you noticed anything strange in those hills to the north recently?"

"No, sir, we didn't even go there," Lieutenant Colonel Franz reported. "When we first arrived at Auschwitz, we tried to build fortifications in the hills between it and Krakow to the north, but The dispatched engineers always came back in a daze, and Krakow’s chief felt that there must be some magnetic field or supernatural things in the mountains blocking the way into the mountains, so they forbade us to go to investigate and applied to the capital for support.”

"That's right." Nelson nodded, "We're here to solve this."

"Oh!" Lieutenant Colonel Franz smashed his fist into the palm of his hand, "I remembered, you are from the Special Operations Force, please allow me to say something—"

"If there are no accidents, you will be able to enter the mountain to build your fortifications in a few days." Nelson interrupted his question, "Don't ask other questions."

"Understood, sir."

"How is the ideological education in your team?" Nelson was stunned by the second question, "On the way here, I chatted with one of your non-commissioned officers on guard, and I found that they seem to be very fanatical. "

"Uh...sir, we have been carrying out ideological education for the soldiers below in strict accordance with the regulations sent by the capital. Could it be that their minds have wavered? Which soldier is it? I will deal with it severely when I look back!"

"No, I mean, the effect of ideological education is very good." Nelson shook his head, "I am moved by their loyalty to the Führer."

"That's good--"

"I mean, don't you think they are too fanatical?" Nelson frowned, "Fanatic wanting to kill innocent people in other countries, don't you think this kind of mentality is...very bad?"

"Hahahahaha, sir, you..." Lieutenant Colonel Franz showed a suddenly realized expression, "So you are doing a thought test, don't worry, my thoughts will always follow the head of state and walk in the right place! "

"Hmm... okay." Nelson shook his head in disappointment, and said reluctantly, "Congratulations, you passed the thought test. Your performance is indeed beyond reproach."

"The soldiers of our combat units are the most determined!" Lieutenant Colonel Franz grinned proudly, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Of course, I didn't say that officers in the capital like you are not firm..."

"I know, that's right," Nelson asked, looking at the officer who was racking his brains for an excuse, "Do you know what the fortifications you are building will be used for in the future?"

"I know..." Lieutenant Colonel Franz showed a confused expression, as if he was surprised that Nelson asked such a question, "Isn't it a research facility?"

"Do you know what to study?"

"Study firearms, study poison gas, study how to efficiently kill people." Lieutenant Colonel Franz said without changing his face, and then corrected, "Oh no, study how to efficiently remove obstacles in front of our great cause."

"hiss--"

"By the way, I heard that the country is applying for the establishment of a transfer station and prison for detaining and transferring prisoners and prisoners of war around Krakow, because the railway here is really convenient, and it also helps to obtain experimental materials easily... They said, Lieutenant Colonel Franz scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "They gave this facility a new name, called... what is it called, oh! I remembered! Concentration camp, it's called a concentration camp!"

"Sir, do you know when the officials sent from above to manage the concentration camp will arrive?" He asked, "We have heard the news a long time ago, but there is still no sign."

"Well... it may take a while, you should make plans to celebrate the New Year here." Nelson nodded and stood up, "I have learned what I want to know, so I will leave first, thank you for your cooperation, Don't send it away."

"Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff, don't you want to know about the construction of the fortification?"

"No need, professionals have already surveyed and mapped. If you are passive and sabotage, the Military Law Office will come to you." Nelson not only took out the soft felt hat he wore every day, put it on his head, and walked towards the door. Go, "If the problem is serious, it will be the state secret police."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff." Lieutenant Colonel Franz chased him out, holding Nelson with one hand in his bosom, and stopped Nelson with the other, "This is a little heart..."

He took out his hands from his arms, along with a heavy money bag.

"No need, and there is no place to spend money." Nelson pressed his hand and said solemnly, "There are too many eyes watching us in the world, especially here, so when you do things here, you must Focus on influence, international influence, understand? I don't want the rest of the world to say that the Aryans are a brutal people."

"But we—"

"This is just my personal suggestion." Nelson wrapped his coat tightly and said in a low voice. "Although we are Aryans, they are much more numerous than us after all. Do you understand? There are too many eyes staring at this place."

"Okay, don't send it off, I'll go back by myself." Nelson walked into the cold wind at the turn of autumn and winter in Auschwitz without stopping. By the time he walked out of the camp, it was already dawn.

"Interesting guy." Lieutenant Colonel Franz lifted the curtain at the entrance of the barracks of the headquarters, walked in, sat in the top position like Nelson did before, put his legs up on the table, and hummed a song, While running his finger around the hole in the table.

"Ah," outside the barracks, Nelson sighed and whispered a spell, "Pythia—"

"I want to just cast a killing curse on him. How nice it is to live in fantasy novels. I can do whoever I want," Nelson shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes. "I really didn't expect that at this time, Wizards are no better than Muggles..."

When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in his room in Lori Ann's castle.

...

Hogsmeade.

It was snowing, and the first snow came very early this year. Tom put on a scarf embroidered with the T in the "NT" combination, and he felt a little warmer.

He was walking through the alleys of the village when he was suddenly stopped by a short figure.

Tom opened his eyes that were squinted due to the disturbance of the wind and snow, and took a closer look. Christian was standing in front of him with his arms outstretched.

The little girl was wearing the newsboy hat Tom had given her with the Slytherin emblem on it, and a teacup was hanging on her nose, and she was glaring at herself angrily.

"Chris..." Tom said sternly, "Why are you here? First-year students are not allowed to enter Hogsmeade, and Mrs. Cole will definitely not sign for you."

Christian's face puffed up, the teacup was dangling from her nose, she looked ridiculous, and her eyes became more and more unfriendly. "I'm going to write to Auntie Bella and tell her—"

"Okay, ok, Chris, what is this? Why is this teacup hanging on your face?" Tom stretched out his hand, trying to remove the teacup from Christian's face. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was caught He bit it hard, "Oh—what is this?"

"Li Song Jin Xie." He quickly pulled out his wand, pointed at the teacup, then shook his arm vigorously, threw the teacup to the ground, rubbed his red fingers, and asked, "What is this thing? Good guy, so It hurts, how did you hang it on your face for so long."

"I bought this at Zuko's Joke Store. I wanted to give it to you as a gift." Christian's nose was red, and he looked pitiful as he wanted to cry but couldn't. "Unexpectedly, I took a closer look. It just bit me and I couldn't get it off—"

"Hahaha..." Tom turned around, covered his face, and laughed silently while shrugging his shoulders.

"You're still laughing! Tom!" Christian shouted angrily, "Why didn't you take me! I clearly saw that you brought a lot of first-year Slytherin students out of the tunnel."

"Chris, you are a Gryffindor." Tom looked at her helplessly, "And your hat should be changed, I'll make you a Gryffindor."