My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do you think Lord Grindelwald's plan will come true?"

In an underground subway station in London, a blond young man wearing a long coat and holding a straight cane inlaid with amber stood beside the railway tracks, playing with a cute penguin doll in his hand, and casually asked a young man beside him road.

The subway in this era is very different from what I imagined. There are no glass guardrails on both sides of the platform, and it looks like an underground train station. The tunnel is full of pungent sulfur smell. He is covering his mouth and nose, and he looks suspicious figure.

There had been an Underground in London long before he was born, but Nelson never used it, not only because there were no lines near his home, but also because of the smoky tunnels created by steam locomotives.

With a guitar on his back and two long braids braided together, the suddenly accosted Muggle looks like a wandering singer.

"Sir, what did you say?" The young man scratched his head. The sound of the steam locomotive in the tunnel made him unable to hear Nelson's words. He said with a confused expression, "Who is Grindelwald? What did he do?"

"It's nothing." The blond young man waved his hand, "The Antarctic ice cap was not formed in a day, and I also need to work hard."

The young homeless singer ran out of the subway station with his beloved guitar in his arms. "It's really unlucky. I finally found a warm place. I didn't expect to meet a lunatic."

The vagabond singer didn't understand what the strange guy was saying, but the moment the two weird men heard the name "Grindelwald", they put down the newspaper in their hands and hid in the crowd and approached this side.

"Woo--"

The sound of the train whistle echoed in the narrow tunnel. The blond young man approached the platform and said to the two people who were approaching behind him without looking back, "Gentlemen, didn't the Auror Office give you camouflage training? You may No idea, the average person wouldn’t wear a pair of pink Hawaiian shorts under a suit.”

"Who are you?" Although the two Aurors were dressed strangely, they were at least well-trained. They surrounded him from left to right, and surrounded him in the middle. The one with the slightly pink underpants warned in a low voice, "By mentioning Grindelwald in front of Muggles, are you defying the secrecy law?"

"Secrecy? I mean no offense, but your Hawaiian shorts have ripped it up, and who am I," he said, turning around, with a smile. "My name is Nelson, Nelson Wertling, I hope you remember this name."

"I know who you are, and I warn you—"

"Isn't British coal even willing to do the simplest desulfurization?" The blond young man turned around and waved to the two Aurors with a smile. "Gentlemen, I hope to see you next time. You can have uniform attire."

The steam was coming slowly from a distance, blurring the Aurors' vision for a moment as they watched as he lay back and disappeared under the train's wheels.

A flash of bright light flashed, the front of the car seemed to have hit a wall, and it stopped abruptly, halfway inward, and the carriages behind were derailed under the action of inertia and squeezed together.

A spell shot from under the car and hit the face of the pink shorts Auror, and an orange bird's beak slowly took its place on his face.

The sound in the air was silent for a moment, and even the sound of the train situation turned into a buzzing noise. The two Aurors gritted their teeth and turned around, only to find that all the Muggle passengers on the platform were looking here.

"Ah! Monster!"

There was a scream from the crowd.

"broken."

The two Aurors looked at each other, thinking something was wrong in their hearts. It was too late and then too soon, the one with reddish shorts disappeared instantly, while the Auror with pinkish shorts quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at the Muggles on the platform.

"Who are you--"

"Damned!"

Red light flickered in the small space underground.

A few minutes later, when the wizards from the Twisting Memory Office arrived at the scene, only Auror was left standing in the subway station, and his companion who had just left ran towards him holding a photo.

"Yes, that's the man!" The Auror in pink shorts pointed at Nelson who was charging at the basilisk with a sword in the photo, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Although he looks a little younger than in the photo, it's him!"

...

"Hey, Nelson!"

At this moment, after finding out the dossier, Nelson appeared at the door of the Leaky Cauldron. As soon as he appeared, several Aurors stepped forward and blocked his way.

Vaguely, he heard bursts of chant-like roars coming from the back door of the bar. After so many days, the group of marchers were still so energetic.

"Sir, there is no way here."

"I'm not going to Diagon Alley," Nelson explained. "I just need to borrow the fireplace and go to the Ministry of Magic."

"Sorry, the Floo network is down at the Leaky Cauldron."

"Okay, I'll take the Knight Bus," Nelson shrugged and asked curiously, "Didn't the magic here be restored?"

The Auror stopped talking, just stood erect at the door of the bar, short of sticking a "no comment" note on his forehead.

Nelson didn't dare to Apparate to the Ministry of Magic. He heard that the Ministry of Magic had added some construction on the basis of the engineering team. He was afraid that he would accidentally Apparate into the wall.

In desperation, Nelson had to leave the bar and came to Charing Cross Road. He stood there for a while, until a familiar shout took his attention away from the messy clues in his mind, turned his head, and looked through the The smog sharpened the traffic, and he saw the girl across the road who was waving vigorously at him.

"Martha?"

...

"So, you have been in the United States all these years?" Sitting in the cafe opposite the central bookstore on Charing Cross Road, Nelson stirred the teaspoon in his hand, staring at the sugar cubes gradually melting in the water, and said, "Coincidentally, no To tell you the truth, I have also been in the United States for a long time."

Looking out of the corner of the window, he suddenly noticed a head retracting from the corner of the street. Nelson frowned and stared at it carefully. Soon, a head sneaked out from the corner of the street again. Their eyes met in the air. When they met, the person who was so frightened to peep quickly shrank back.

"That's such a pity!" Martha stared at Nelson, the spoon in her hand had already stirred the coffee onto the tablecloth, but she didn't notice it at all, "Mrs. Cole told me that you went to a school called Hogwarts I didn’t expect it to be in the United States! We are in the same country and we didn’t meet, it makes me feel sorry!”

"No, the school I attended is in the UK." Nelson shook his head. "The US is huge, several times the size of the UK mainland. Even if two people live in the three islands all the year round, they may not meet each other in their lifetime. Let alone in a bigger place."

"Yes, when Mrs. Cole handed over the ticket to me, she told me that the outside world is very big. I didn't believe it at the time. How could there be a place bigger than London? If so, That can only be England, haha." She grinned generously, "What did you study in that school? Why did you go to England again?"

"Uh, I learned some technologies such as car repair and mechanical manufacturing. Later, because I broke the principal's car, I had to transfer to the United States." Nelson observed more and more pedestrians on the street outside the window, maybe he was involved in something The scene where the black wizard was captured? He immediately looked at Martha, who might be affected, and casually confused her question, asking, "What about you? What are you doing in America?"

"Mrs. Cole has a middle school classmate whose uncle owns a tailor shop in New York. On the Lower East Side of Manhattan, she asked that classmate to write a letter to Mr. Ruger and ask me to be an apprentice," Martha raised her sleeves. Showed it to Nelson, then stood up and turned around, the hem of the clothes drew a beautiful arc, and recalled happily, "At first, Mr. Ruger thought I was a girl and couldn't make this kind of custom clothes, but he quickly It was conquered by me, you see, my clothes are made by myself."

"Very beautiful, it suits you very well, Martha," Nelson carefully observed Martha's dress, the red tartan coat was more avant-garde than the current popular style, and she wore a brown beret on her head, The brass rivets are shining, and the black skinny jeans are bold in this era, which perfectly outlines the advantages of the girl's figure. A pair of hard leather boots exude a wild atmosphere unique to America. He nodded and sincerely said, "No wonder you wear a painter's hat. I remember you were fond of needlework, and thought France would suit you well."

A stern-faced lady pushed past the cafeteria and walked in. After she sat down, a group of people like a tour group filed in.

"Yeah, the fashion capital, but it's a pity that nothing is left." Martha didn't notice the more and more people around her, she shrugged, "A painter's hat is a painter's hat when it's on a painter's head, and it's on my head It's just a beret."

"Maybe it could be called a fashion hat," laughed Nelson. "You're going to be a fashion designer, aren't you?"

"Oh? Fashion... you mean Coco Chanel?"

"Hmm." Nelson narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "Could it be that the dark wizard they want to arrest is in this cafe? But why didn't I notice it? He is really a cautious black wizard, no wonder so many people are arrested, but Aren't they afraid to startle the snake?"

"Martha, where do you live now? Do you want to accompany me to see Mrs. Cole and everyone?" Nelson was worried that Martha would be affected, so he offered to leave, "Or go buy some gifts first?"

"Okay." Martha readily agreed.

"Can you go out first?" Nelson put down the teaspoon, and he was going to ask what happened to the Auror. "I'm a little curious about the origin of the coffee beans, and I want to ask the owner."

"Oh well."

Martha looked at Nelson's untouched coffee, picked up her bag and left the cafe without saying anything.

The moment Martha walked out of the cafe, the door was locked behind her. She turned her head, and the glass was covered with mist at some point. In the cafe, all the customers stood up, drew out their wands, They all pointed at Nelson, and the witch at the head shouted, "Nelson Wertling, you are under arrest! Please hand over your wand and come with me to the Ministry of Magic for investigation!"

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Nelson didn't speak, but his expression seemed to say everything. In order to avoid irritating the Aurors, he remained motionless and asked helplessly, "Aren't you here to catch the dark wizard?"

"What? You actually admitted that you are a dark wizard!" The witch took a step back and leaned her back on the bar counter. She was used to sitting in an office. Today, she heard that the target of arrest was only a student, so she asked Ying to get some grades, but she didn't. Thought he was a dark wizard.

"Did you make a mistake?" Nelson's face was filled with speechlessness, "I am indeed going to the Ministry of Magic today, but your Minister Rich invited me to accept the award, and he didn't inform me that I need to be proud." Rob back."

"It looks like you're ready to fight..."

The witch's throat groaned. She had seen that photo, and heard some Nelson's legends from colleagues who had participated in the security work of the Triwizard Tournament. File, at this moment, she was very uncertain. If Nelson wanted to do something, would these people be able to take a punch from that thing?

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that these Aurors couldn't beat a fart with several sticks, he gradually lost his patience, "Is Nobby Rich going to renege? Even if he doesn't want to pay, there is no need to kill them all like this Right? With so many Aurors here, don't we need to guard the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Sure enough, what happened at the Leaky Cauldron also has something to do with you," the witch trembled, but her sense of responsibility gave her enough courage, "How many of you are there? Are these plots by Grindelwald? Is the attack on the Leaky Cauldron also part of your plan?"

"What stupid things are you talking about?" The anger in Nelson's heart, who was not happy at first, was ignited by the inexplicable questioning of the official, "What are we and you? Is Nobby Rich demented? Recruiting a group of Aurors like you? "

The witch's face was blue and white. She turned around and called a wizard in a suit who had been covering his mouth. He trotted up to Nelson, his eyes full of resentment, and then he threw away his hand, A penguin's mouth sat squarely on his face.

"What is this? Is a funny transfiguration also to be blamed on me?"

"You still don't admit it?" The wizard was so ashamed and angry, he stretched his hand to his belt.

"What are you doing!" Nelson hurriedly stopped.

But he was still a step too late. The wizard's suit pants piled up to his feet, and a pair of pink Hawaiian shorts appeared in front of Nelson.

"Didn't the Auror office give you camouflage training? You probably don't know that the average person doesn't wear a pair of pink Hawaiian shorts under a suit."

"That's him!" The wizard pointed at Nelson's face and shouted excitedly, "It's exactly the same as what I just said!"