My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do we need to prepare anything?"

Borlux took out a bottle of perfume spray, closed his eyes, and sprayed a few drops on his face. He looked more interested than a young boy meeting his sweetheart. He took back the perfume, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and looked at him in disgust. Looking at the sky and the hazy twilight around him, he asked, "Does Lord Grindelwald have any other preferences? I'm afraid these gifts are not what he wants."

Several wizards wearing pirated saints' black robes stood motionless behind him, like sculptures, making people mistaken for him as a gift for Grindelwald, who loves sculpture art.

"You've been asking all night." Nelson shook his head with a smile. "He doesn't really care about these things. You know, no matter how precious a treasure is, it won't be as precious as his collection, unless—"

Nelson stopped talking and waved his hands with a smile. When Borrox saw this, he put his hand into his pocket and asked, "Unless what?"

"Haha, you won't be able to catch it even if I tell you." After finishing speaking, Nelson winked at Tom, who was still awake, and walked to the center of Grimmauld Square, where a row of boxes was neatly arranged.

Have you ever seen London at four o'clock in the morning? This is the time of the day when the air quality is the worst, and this era happens to be the era with the worst air quality in London's history. Feeling the sand-like pollutants in the air, Nelson regrets not wearing a mask.

He stepped on the ground, walked around, found a relatively flat ground, took out a long black cane from his pocket, and tapped it on the ground.

"These nasty Muggles, I've never seen a sunny day since I was a kid."

The sky seemed to be covered with a rag, and Borlux stood beside Tom, pacing pretending to be calm, while looking into the sky, waiting for the imaginary saint who came to meet him.

"Mr. Black," Tom said, yawning, "this has nothing to do with Muggles, even if no one lives here, it's hard for you to see the sun."

"That's true." The sky turned white, showing the color of dead fish under the refraction of the smog. Borlux took out his pocket watch, struggled for a while, and finally asked, "Mr. I want to urge you, but I just want to know when the people who will meet us will come."

"The person who picked us up?" Nelson shook his head. "I'm just measuring."

"Measure what?"

"Measure how big a circle I should draw."

As soon as the words fell, Nelson held the cane tightly, raised it high, and then thrust it into the ground vigorously. The cane seemed to be inserted into tofu and sank effortlessly into the bluestone floor tiles of Grimmauld Square. Under the gaze of his gaze, a white circle of light with a radius of about ten meters rose straight from the ground centered on Nelson, and just rightly included the wizards present and those boxes. Melon expulsion spell, and why did he gather the people and things he wanted to bring in an open space.

Nelson glanced around and saw that nothing was missing, so he put his other hand on the jewel at the top of his hand and shouted loudly in ancient Greek: "Pythia! Centrum—"

A glaring white light flashed, and in the next second, a group of people disappeared in the center of Grimmauld Square with their luggage. As for the Muggles who woke up in the morning, what urban legends would come out when they saw the circular flat ground in the center of the square? That was out of Nelson's reach.

In Nelson's pocket, where no one found it, because he heard the name Pythia in ancient Greek, the Knights of the Garter medal burst out with the same dazzling silver light because of Nelson's shout, but The pockets filled with unknowable amount of miscellaneous items could not be seen, and no one saw this strong light that was not inferior to the outside world, and its brilliance was not accompanied by sound or heat, and even its owner did not feel it. After a strange change, after a while, the light gradually faded.

"Hoo-hoo--"

After the silent teleportation, the sound of Borroux's panting came into everyone's minds. Except for Nelson who had closed his eyes a long time ago and Tom who hadn't opened them at all, the group finally recovered slowly from the short-term blindness caused by the strong light. Coming over, Borlux raised his head and met Nelson's curious eyes, "Mr. Black, are you motion sick?"

"Ah?" Borlux blinked his eyes and asked in surprise, "Is it already here?"

"Yeah, what do you think?" Nelson stretched out his hand and pointed around, only to see a group of people in a huge white dome building, with intricately shaped circular magic patterns clad in gold and silver carved at their feet. There are countless magic lines like this in the field, and countless goods and wizards are busy among them, a scene of enthusiasm.

"Destination, Nurmengard...Visiting place, London, huh? Is the teleportation from London to Krakow open now?" A young black-robed wizard wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle was not far away. The registration office ran over, waving a pamphlet, staring at the scattered gravel on the magic pattern with disgust on his face, "How many times have I said, don't bring rubbish when you send, our cleaning will delay the next wave of sending. "

"Okay, okay." Nelson waved his hand, "I see."

"It's good to know, and it can't be like this next time. A guy brought half a killer whale here before, and it disgusted us so much that we didn't eat for a few days." The registered wizard raised his eyes and continued to stare at the booklet, "Visit The reason, visit? What is this? I thought you were sending military funds to somewhere! Applicant, Nelson Wertling... Weltning..."

He chanted his name, and suddenly realized who the visitor was. His body tensed up, and he stood up straight. The boot on his right foot hit his left foot heavily, making a crisp sound of "bang", and he threw the booklet on the ground. , performed a standard wizard salute, and shouted: "Master Wiltoning!"

Hearing the registered wizard's shout, the busy wizards around stopped their work immediately and looked in Nelson's direction. He felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a box to open and hide in. Xia Shi ran towards the registered wizard, stood in front of him, coughed lightly, and said, "Take them to Nurmengard. These are British wizards. If you want to join, you must treat them well."

"What about you? Master Wertling," the registered wizard's face was flushed, if it wasn't because of shyness, then he was blown by the wind, and he asked persistently, "Aren't you going to take them there yourself?"

"Me?" Nelson scratched his head, "I still have something to do, so I left them a letter of introduction, if you can't find anyone to make an idea, go to Zweig, do you know Zweig? After I leave, this place should be entrusted to him."

"I know," the registered wizard looked at Nelson with piercing eyes, but under the refraction of the bottom of the beer bottle, his eyes turned into embarrassing eyes. He was a little scared but said very firmly, "Master Zweig ordered that if When you come back here, you must stay and inform him."

"Do you know that this kind of thing is not suitable for telling the target so blatantly, it is easy for him to escape."

"I--"

"Huh? I remember." Looking at the flushed face under the glasses at the bottom of the beer bottle, Nelson dragged his voice and said, "You came back from the North Pole?"

"My lord, it's Antarctica." The registered wizard corrected.

"I think I've already remembered why I sent you to the South Pole," Nelson leaned closer, threatening in a low voice, "I think a young and promising wizard like you should go to the North Pole again. Polar bears are also a kind of Magical creatures."

"I……"

"Actually, I also really want to see Zweig, I really miss him," Nelson said with a bitter face, and put on a sad tone, "I am actually more sad than him if I can't see him, but you know Yes, there are some things that time waits for no one, think about it, you are interrogating me for ten minutes now, what if there is only ten minutes left in the future?"

"I..." The bottom of the beer bottle shook a little.

"Think about it, no one has actually seen me come here," Nelson continued to say without taking a breath when he saw the bottom of the beer bottle. The matter is our personal relationship, but there are some more important things that I need to do, if you are lucky enough to come back alive, I invite you to go to the North Pole to eat shrimp, and you must remember to contact me when the time comes."

"Come back alive?" The face at the bottom of the beer bottle was terrified, "My lord, you?"

"Hey," Nelson patted his shoulder while the iron was hot, and asked earnestly, "Tell me, what is our purpose?"

The bottom of the beer bottle stood upright again, and Grindelwald's famous words blurted out, "For—"

"Yes," Nelson said after him, "for the greater good."

Ever since, the bottom of the beer bottle turned around with a serious face, and trot towards the registration desk with small steps.

"Wait." Nelson called him back, whispered a few words in his ear, and then let him go.

After finishing all this, Nelson shrugged and walked back to Tom's side. Borlocks, who had stood for a long time, looked at the bustling wizards around him, at the important supplies that suddenly appeared on the magic patterns that lit up everywhere, and looked at Immediately after cleaning up the materials, the magic pattern for the next wave of receiving or transshipment was lit up. It was shocking that in such a space not as big as a street in Diagon Alley, the throughput of goods surpassed that of the Black family in just ten minutes. The sum of the throughput of the business for several months, as the head of the family, he can see more things.

The common means of transportation for wizards have not changed for hundreds of years. They are nothing more than means of transportation such as broomsticks and magic carpets, advanced magic such as apparition, or teleportation items such as floo networks and door keys. There are at least some flaws. The more intuitive point is that they need to be used by at least one person and cannot carry too many things.

However, Bolux saw that in a magic pattern beside him, boxes of unidentifiable goods appeared out of thin air, and after being removed by the alchemy dolls waiting here, another batch of goods appeared In the same position, it was hard for him to imagine that if there was a conflict, the British wizards might not be able to deliver strategic supplies at their doorstep as fast as a single magic pattern in Nurmengard.

As a "black wizard" who once specialized in transmission and transportation, the most proud inventions of the Black family are the double-sided mirror and the connected disappearing cabinet, but these expensive props are nothing compared to Krakow's transmission magic pattern. The little witch is the big witch.

Borlux, who was quite confident in his family's technology before, realized at this moment that perhaps the gold and silver treasures he brought with him were the most precious things he had at hand.

He clenched his fist, making his choice even more firm.

"Wake up, Tom." Nelson walked to a pile of boxes, looked at Tom who was sitting on it, propped his head on his arms, and put on a cool look, and called softly, "We should go."

"Ah?" Tom was in a deep sleep, and this cry woke up Borlux who was beside him.

Nelson turned his head, looked at Borrox, and said with a smile, "It's shocking, isn't it? That's why I strongly suggest you come to Nurmengard to learn the scriptures."

"Indeed...it's shocking," Borroux nodded, and said, "I thought the Saints' previous truce was a real truce, but now that I think about it,"

"When you see this, it's hard to get away," Nelson joked.

Unexpectedly, Borlocks turned around and said to Nelson seriously: "Our family will not run away. It is the instinct of every wizard who yearns for the strong to follow the strong. I think Lord Grindelwald is undoubtedly such a person." strong."

"Uh," Nelson scratched his head, not knowing what to say, so he spread his hands and introduced, "This is Krakow, the geographical center of Europe, and the hub of Nurmengard's 'Wizard Highway'. Those bad battles, in peacetime, the value of logistics here will be quite high."

"Indeed..." Borlux rubbed his chin and nodded emphatically.

"Yesterday, Alphard lent me some books of the Black family," Nelson continued, "I noticed that the magic of the Black family's fortune actually has many similarities with this place."

"Compared to the miracle created by Master Grindelwald, we are simply far behind."

"No, don't underestimate yourself," Nelson shook his head, "Although I didn't preside over the construction, I was the one who managed it at the beginning. Although there is no real work, I can feel that the wizards in the center are feeling the stones. Crossing the river, you may just not have thought of these ideas, but in terms of magic, the Black family must be more experienced, which is why I strongly recommend you to Grindelwald."

"Thank you so much." Borlux took off his hat, expressing his gratitude.

"Someone will take you on the next road," Nelson scratched his head, stretched his arms, and snapped his fingers in Tom's ear. Tom was awakened suddenly, and Nelson grabbed his arm and said goodbye to Borlux, "We Hurry to Albania, let’s say goodbye first!”

After all, he pulled Tom and teleported to a magic pattern that had just lit up not far away. Before leaving, Nelson took a deep look at the big wooden box he wanted to get into when he was embarrassed before, and then the white light At first glance, the two disappeared, and in less than a blink of an eye, the adjacent magic pattern lit up, and a big bald head rushed out with a flash of light.