My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Bock, he came with me," Tom said in a low voice from under the mask. He put his hand into his robe and said impatiently, "You should take a look at the goods first."

"You may have to wait for a while," the little old man raised his hands, gestured for a "little" distance, put his hands on his head again, and smoothed his hair. After something was touched, the touched hair immediately became tidy and back, but there was a disgusting oily sheen, "There are some things we may need to discuss."

"Didn't it be agreed last time?" Tom slapped the counter rudely, turned around and walked quickly to the shopkeeper behind him, stood close to him, and said condescendingly, "You just need to inspect the goods and pay the money." ,Enough."

"Mr. Chamberlain," Caractacus Bok put down his hand, rubbed it awkwardly, and said in a voice as greasy as his image, "Don't worry, we will definitely get the payment for the goods, but there are indeed some things that I don't understand. Ask you."

"You don't want to give the money, do you?" Tom winked at Nelson, walked around the shopkeeper, and called him by his name rudely, "Kalactacus, I'm looking at your good business. For the sake of reputation, I come here to sell things every time, it seems that you don't want to do my business anymore."

Borgin Bock Magic Shop is the largest and most famous shop in Knockturn Alley, full of dangerous items that have been cast with black magic, and Caractacus Bock, this one looks unbearably greasy The little old man is one of the owners of this store. These things in the store are enough for him to stay in Azkaban until the next life, but he has always lived a very nourishing life, and has never even delayed doing business.

"How could it be? Don't worry, our business is based on word of mouth," Calactacus slid to the side like a loach, blocked Tom's path without a trace, and said, "The other bosses in our store We'll be here soon, you might as well wait, we want to talk to you about a bigger deal."

"I still have something to do today, please leave me your mailbox address, we can write a letter to discuss the details," Tom pushed Calactacus away, and walked straight to the door, where Nelson had already opened the door, Tom waved his hand irritably, Said, "I won't sell this thing today, it's really bad luck to go for nothing!"

"How can Mr. Chamberlain be allowed to make a trip in vain?"

When Tom was about to walk to the door, a shiny leather shoe stepped in from the door. Nelson raised his head. On top of the leather shoe was a pair of straight bright yellow striped trousers. Very coquettish, Nelson only felt that his eyes were flashed through the sunglasses. He looked up along the trouser legs. He was wearing a green dragon leather vest on top of the yellow trousers, and there was a bright red flower in the chest pocket. Rose - This strangely dressed wizard is like a traffic light, which has a strong mental impact on Nelson.

The next moment, he walked into the shop, revealing a young face as greasy as Caractacus. He leaned against the door frame, held the doorknob and smiled at Nelson, then raised his hand to stroke his hair, Soon his head was as shiny as Calactacus's.

"Boggin, this is the Mr. Chamberlain you've always wanted to see." Calactacus stopped Tom, pointed to the new young wizard and introduced, "This is Boggin Burke, another owner of the shop."

"Boggin Burke?" Tom looked up, smiling playfully, "so he's the real owner of the store?"

"That's not it, Mr. Chamberlain," explained Borgin Burke, shaking his head, "Calactacus was my uncle, and we named the store together, I named Borgin, he took Berk."

"really interesting."

Tom looked behind Bokin and found that there were a lot of wizards blocking the door. It was not easy to leave now, so he gave way to the store, found a place with a wide view behind the shelves, and waited with arms folded. Bo Jin explained his purpose.

"Ahem," Borgin said, clearing his throat, "Mr. Chamberlain—"

"Ouch!"

Nelson suddenly let out a strange cry, followed by the sound of countless small steel balls falling to the ground. The three people in the store were attracted by the sound and all looked in his direction.

"Sorry, sorry," Nelson shook his arm, and a pale skull with his finger in its mouth fell to the shelf. He clutched his finger and complained, "What is this? It bit me!"

"This gentleman..." Bo Jin was a little dissatisfied with being interrupted, and said impatiently, "That's—"

"Boggin," Karaktakus stopped him and stepped forward to explain, "Mr. Karkaroff, that is a Muggle with a soul imprisoned. It is harmless. It didn't hurt you, did it?"

"Not really," Nelson shook his hand, grumbling dissatisfiedly, "but it bit off my bracelet, and you see, the beads fell all over the floor—it was a grown-up gift from my aunt! They are expensive Metal!"

"Sorry, Mr. Karkaroff, we will send someone over to help you collect all the beads later, and then I will string them together with a gold thread. Do you think it is okay?"

"Boom boom boom—"

The fine bouncing sounds echoed endlessly in the store, and those sounds were far and near, as if some small beads had rolled to the corners and under the shelves in the distance.

"Okay." Nelson nodded, apparently satisfied with the result.

"Mr. Chamberlain," after solving this episode, Bokin looked at Tom again, showing a greasy smile that he thought was full of affinity, and said, "I look forward to the stars and the moon, and I am looking forward to you."

"What are you looking for me for?"

Tom asked bluntly. Both he and Borgin knew very well what the other was going to say, but they were going round and round, never getting to the point.

I'm waiting for someone to come, what is this guy waiting for? Borgin Burke was a little puzzled, but he continued following Tom's ink.

After wrangling for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stared at Tom's expressionless mask and asked, "Mr. Chamberlain, you must be a pure-blood, right?"

There were more and more wizards gathering at the door, and there were noisy noises from the back door of the shop. Like Nelson, Calactacus had been listening to Tom and Borgin's meaningless conversation, but he was always watching vigilantly. Nelson, who was bored and started playing with lighters, this unplanned wizard instinctively made him feel troublesome, but after seeing Nelson took out a bunch of bracelets and started to play, he realized that this guy in front of him just wanted to use "aunt valuable gift” to blackmail people.

"What? Don't you do pure blood business?"

"It seems that you are pure blood, that would be great," Borgin showed an exaggerated smile, took two steps closer, saw Tom raising his head vigilantly, he raised his hands to indicate that he was not malicious, and explained patiently , "You know, it's not been peaceful recently."

"Yes, it's really not peaceful. If you sell something, you will be forced to buy and sell it."

Borgin didn't seem to understand Tom's sarcasm, and cut to the point, "If I'm right, you should be a descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin?"

Tom shrugged, neither acknowledging nor denying.

"Mr. Chamberlain, have you discovered Lord Slytherin's relics recently?" Bojin approached Tom with a frantic expression, "We have collected many antiques that have appeared on the market in recent years, and found that many of them have Lord Slytherin Brand, you must have found his relic!"

"I say no, and you won't believe it, so what do you want to do?" Tom sneered, "keep me here and take them away?"

"No, no, no!" Bo Jin waved his hands again and again, denying it, "Mr. Chamberlain, we are businessmen, and businessmen only talk about business calmly. You know, it's not peaceful recently, and it's easier for us noble pure-blood families Coveted with malicious intent."

"So you're coveting your imaginary Slytherin inheritance?"

"Mr. Chamberlain, let me tell you the truth. The antiques you have sold in the past few years are indeed of high collection and artistic value, but these are not enough," Bojin licked his lips and said, "Master Slytherin's treasure There should be more than this, right? We want magic, the powerful magic that has been cut off in ancient times, and we want some weapons that can arm ourselves and protect ourselves in this troubled world."

"Isn't your family's black magic not enough?" Tom sneered, "What you really want is self-protection?"

"Not enough...not enough," Bojin turned his back, facing the densely packed wizards outside the door, covering their faces, and opened his arms, "Mr. Chamberlain, I know you must be very powerful, so we sincerely invite you Join us, I will pay you a price that satisfies you, and I promise—"

"You're talking nonsense when you're picking chestnuts from the fire," Tom interrupted Borgin's narcissism. "I'm not interested in such nonsense."

"Uh..." Bojin felt a little uncomfortable when he was interrupted. He calmed his breath, clenched his fists, and changed his tone in a blunt manner, "Then I think your magic also needs to join us."

"My magic says it won't."

"But you want to."

Borgin clapped his hands, and the back door slammed open from the outside. There was a crowd of people outside the door, and a few unfriendly guys rushed in, keeping a certain distance, and surrounded Nelson, Tom and the two Bocks. Some of the small shops immediately became cramped. Bo Jin tilted his head and said to Tom, "Mr. Chamberlain, we will give you a reasonable price."

"Are you going to take it by force? But I didn't bring it."

Tom tilted his head, completely confused about the situation in Bokin's eyes.

"You can ask your friend to fetch it," Bojin pointed to Nelson who closed the lid of the lighter, and then pointed to the wizards behind him, "or you can tell me where it is, and we will send someone to fetch it for you." , don't think about running away, the whole store has been covered by the anti-apparition spell."

"It's really professional," Tom said, shaking his head. "It seems that you must have done a lot of murder and robbing. Don't you think you are ridiculous? You are so sure that I have something to do for an imaginary thing. Leitlin's magic? Even if there is, you think you can learn it? Aren't you afraid of the kitchen magic I got?"

"I'm sure, and I have evidence." There was no smile on Borgin's face, he no longer bothered to pretend, he pulled out his wand, and pointed at Tom with an unfriendly expression, "I gave you a chance, and when I was tortured later, I I hope your mouth can still be as hard as it is now."

"It's as if you're afraid that other people won't know your stupidity."

Bojin turned his head and saw Nelson straighten up while supporting the door frame. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, he saw Nelson crush a small ball on the ground with his toes.

Feeling something bad, Borgin took a step back, raised his wand and shouted: "Iron Armor—"

"Disarm!" Caractacus moved faster than him, and a red light shot at Nelson, but a shield suddenly flew out from behind him, blocking the spell, and the refracted beam hit the door A tall wizard, as if hit by a car, flew backwards, a stubby wand flew towards Calactacus, he caught the wand, and spat, "Whose family is this?" , What a waste!"

"I hope that when you lie on the ground later, you can still be as confident as you are now."

Nelson shrugged and snapped his fingers.

"—Protection!"

Bojin's iron walls appeared around his body, but he was not attacked by the imaginary spell, but the scene in front of him changed, and a dense fog that made it impossible to see his fingers suddenly appeared in the shop, and there was a lot of noise in the shop. Almost all the wizards were frightened by the sudden appearance of the fog, and stood where they were, not daring to act rashly.

"Is this the magic of Slytherin?" Seeing such a scene, Borgin became even more excited, and he cast an obstacle spell in the direction Tom was standing in his memory, but only the sound of a shelf collapsing could be heard.

"Bojin! There are too many people in the store! Don't use magic indiscriminately!" Caractacus's voice came from not far away, and he shouted, "Be careful of hitting your own people, and the people outside are watching! Don't be fooled by them!" Sneak out!"

Hearing a definite answer from outside, the old man raised his wand again and shouted: "Sweep it all away!"

A gust of wind blew into the shop from outside the door, and under the continuous washing, the lost mist that was not deliberately maintained gradually became thinner and riddled with holes.

Opposite Bokin, Tom was squatting behind the shelf vigilantly casting a protective spell on himself. Suddenly, a hand was put on his shoulder. He twisted his shoulder, patted that hand, and whispered, "You have a relationship with the wizard?" Have you ever fought? You may be better at dealing with big guys, but you still have to learn from me when dealing with wizards."

Tom raised his wand and swung it vigorously, a sharp red light lit up, reflecting the fog in the store into a crimson.

The red mist illuminated his cold face, and a trace of suppressed blood flashed in the two black eyes.