My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Black, do you know anything about the Sykes family?"

"Sikes? Melissa Sykes and her sister Jokunda?"

Borlock sat alone at the dining table, and Si leisurely cut the steak on the plate. He had been happy for nearly two weeks, and his appetite was also high. This morning, Gwarz nodded to Nelson who came down from the stairs, pushed the hot milk that had been kept warm by magic to the seat reserved for Nelson, thought for a moment, and said:

"Melissa, that's your wanted Charms professor. I studied with me at Hogwarts for a while, but I'm older than her. I only heard that Ravenclaw has a good student. Sister, mine will graduate after a year," Borlocks put down his knife and fork, shrugged, "You know, Albus Dumbledore is known as the best student Hogwarts has ever seen, His radiance concealed most people's figures... Speaking of which, there was a scandal circulating at the time, and Melissa seemed to have some thoughts about Dumbledore, no, I shouldn't talk about this with minors."

After finishing speaking, Borroux picked up the whiskey glass on the table and drank it down along with the ice cubes in the glass.

"It's okay, Mr. Black. Stories like this are very common in Hogwarts." Nelson nodded and said with a smile: "Then what do you know about her family, I mean her parents' generation?"

"Oh?" Borlux picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, leaned forward, and became excited, "Did you receive any news? Is the Ministry of Magic going to liquidate what happened back then? What's going on around here?"

"What happened back then?" Nelson became interested, "Can you talk about it?"

"Of course," Borroux nodded, looked at the servant standing beside him, and said coldly, "I want to have a private chat with Mr. Williams."

The manservant nodded, stepped back and left the room, closing the door gently.

After everything fell silent, Borroux unscrewed the bottle beside him and looked at Nelson, "Do you want some?"

"No, thank you." Nelson raised his hand, and Borlux's whiskey glass was filled with ice cubes. The pile of ice cubes melted and solidified quickly, constantly changing shapes.

Borlux grabbed the glass, and the pale yellow liquor poured out of the bottle and fell into the glass.

"The Sykes family is also a long-standing pure-blood family. Its history can even be traced back to before the wizarding society in England was formed. At that time, there were many differences among wizards, and even magic wands were not popular, and the Sykes family was one of them. A rather special family."

Borlux shook his wine glass, staring at the ice puck that collided with the glass wall, and said in a storytelling tone, "It is said that the Sykes family made their fortune with magical animals. Unlike most wizards who are still studying magic spells, they With those magical animals that are as magical as wizards, they have grabbed a huge amount of wealth, prestige and status. They have a unique magic that can communicate with magical animals, which is a bit similar to the legendary druid wizards. After the order was established, they also slowly integrated into the wizarding society, but that kind of magic was widely used in raising magical animals as a unique secret, but they were exterminated later, and all the adults in the family were killed died, not even the employees and servants escaped, and there is no one left in the family except Sister Sykes, or the name has died out."

"I know about Miemen," Nelson said, "I'm curious about the inside story."

"The Ministry of Magic sent a few Aurors to investigate the scene and concluded that it was a Fantastic Beasts riot," Borlux shook his head, "But at that time, almost all the materials for our family's alchemy industry were supplied by them, so when the Aurors left Afterwards, the wizards of our family went to the Sykes House and saw obvious traces of wizards fighting."

"So that particular magic was the source of their destruction?" Nelson asked.

"Many people think so," Borroux nodded, and shook his head again. "I was still young at the time, but over the years, I have always had a few questions in my mind."

"Um?"

"Since the Fantastic Beast magic of the Sykes family is so tempting, why didn't they grab it sooner or later, but why did they grab it at that time?"

"Makes sense."

"Plus, for a long time after the attack on the Sykes house, the magical animal material on the market was not replenished by the beneficiaries, and the share was just there, and no one seemed to get that hidden magic at all. , This also caused our family's business to be hit so badly that it became the half-dead look of a few years ago."

"Of course, thanks to you, it's much better now." Seeing that Nelson was about to speak, Borroux hurriedly said with a smile.

"Even later, when Melissa Sykes was wanted, I learned that she still had a steady supply of Winged Demon venom, but before she became a professor at Hogwarts, their family had already appeared on the market. "It's the venom of hers," Borroux said firmly, "that's obviously their exclusive product, so it can be seen that the secret recipe for raising magical animals is completely in her hands, but why didn't the people at the beginning kill the grass and roots, why didn't they go from her hands How about taking that magic?"

"It's really suspicious," Nelson nodded. "That so-called magic might just be a cover."

"I have a guess," Borroux shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "You might find it funny to say it."

"You speak."

"The demise of the Sykes family may be related to an absurd speech made by Melissa's father, Dr. Sykes, at a certain banquet."

"Dr. Sykes?" Nelson noticed the unique title of Jokunda's father, but he didn't get entangled here, and asked, "What speech?"

"He believed that wizards were magical creatures."

"?"

The hair on the top of Nelson's head stood up, "I've never heard of such a view."

"Me too." Borroux smiled, "But I can't think of any other reason. In terms of wealth, there are more families richer than theirs. For example, our Black family is richer than them, and among wizards, especially There is a tacit understanding among pure-blood wizards that they don't rob other houses for wealth or a certain magic like Muggle robbers, and such people are not accepted by those who may also be victims."

Nelson nodded, somewhat agreeing with Borroux's point of view.

"Some people say that their family was recruited because there was only one male master," Borroux filled his glass again, "but there are more families withered than Sykes, just take that time." Say, your good friend Mr. Riddle's middle name is taken from Marvolo Gaunt of the Gaunt family--the only one in the Gaunt family who is only a crazy old man and a pair of insane children, as a person who often calls himself Slater. The descendants of Lin, there are things in their homes that are more attractive to wizards, you know, what wizards value is never Galleons, but precious magic."

"That's right, those who have power control everything. This is a bloody fact among wizards. Of course, this also applies to Muggles."

"Yeah, if it's for magic, why don't they rob the Gaunt family? In terms of their weird lineage theory, it's already a high incense to produce a Tom as powerful as a Tom in a hundred years, and it can be called a Completely defenseless."

"So for the Sykes family, it must be for something more special, and not for possession, but for destruction," Nelson nodded, following what Borroux said, "I noticed that you just mentioned the Sykes family. Doctor, does his Doctor title have anything to do with that passage?"

"He is called a doctor because he is a bit deviant. He got a Muggle doctor's degree. He often says that people are transformed from monkeys, and he likes to do some strange experiments that are disgusting. Animal knowledge, he was the most prestigious Master of Fantastic Beasts before Newt Scamander, so it was a mixed title," Borroux recalled, "At that dinner, Dr. Sykes seemed Drunk, he talked loudly with the people around him about a certain discovery, and claimed to have found the origin of magic power. A wizard is a kind of magical animal that looks exactly like a Muggle, and essentially possesses magic power like goblins and trolls. monsters are indistinguishable."

"The origin of magic power..." Nelson pondered for a moment, then said, "This seems to be a taboo topic."

"I can tell you unequivocally that even the Department of Mysteries that is being prepared by the Ministry of Magic has no right to study this issue," Borlocks said. "It is forbidden to study it, and usually it does not produce any results."

"So that Dr. Sykes may have really researched something before being..."

"I'm not sure about that, but that was indeed the last time I saw him," Borroux scratched his chin, and said, "Speaking of which, our family took over a magical animal farm a few days ago, and I remember there It used to belong to the Sykes family, and I arranged for people to check it."

"Don't bother, Mr. Black," Nelson declined politely, "It's not the will of the Ministry of Magic or Nurmengard, it's just my own interest."

"Then this needs to be paid more attention to." Borroux raised his glass with a smile, "Don't worry, I will tell them to dig three feet into the ground."

"boom."

The still warm milk collided with the cold whiskey.

After breakfast, Nelson got into the room and pulled out a piece of parchment from the luggage that Tom had just packed.

"What are you doing?" Tom's voice came from the door, and after going out for a stroll, the luggage was messed up.

"I have something to do for Penguin." Nelson said without looking back.

"What the hell?" Tom stretched his neck, looking at the content on the letter paper, "Go to the town at the foot of Ilvermorny to spy on two people...Principal Dippet and Professor Sykes? You tell me who I found That's them? How did you find Dippet from Jokunda? This is outrageous."

"Coincidentally, yes," Nelson dipped his ink, "I still have to ask him to explain the matter of interviewing Muggles. Even though Martha said that she doesn't remember being interviewed, it's too serious."

"It is recommended that he go to the Sahara Desert to study magic cactus for two years." Tom curled his lips and continued to read, "Organize the hunt for Jokunda Sykes, but don't really catch her, and make sure she won't get along with her." Meet Professor Sykes... You are so inhuman, Gnar, that this kind of exhausting life is terrible when you think about it."

"She almost turned me into a fool. It's not too much for me to let her run away?"

"Yes, Lord Dark Lord."

"Snapped!"

Nelson added a few more strokes, put the pen down on the table, quickly rolled up the parchment, and walked outside the house. Walburga could vaguely hear the voice of Walburga calling them to get ready to go.

"Mr. Williams, you can wait inside for a while, it's cold outside."

Just as he was about to open the door, the old butler of No. 12 Grimmauld Place floated over from behind Nelson like a ghost, holding a well-crafted dragonskin cloak in his hand, "If you must go out, please wear this .”

"Thank you, I want to go out and have a blast."

Nelson nodded and went to pick up the cloak, but the old butler had already put it on for him. Nelson was a little uncomfortable with this kind of service, so he shook his shoulders, but thanked him nonetheless.

"The Blakes will make every valued guest feel right at home."

Nelson pushed open the gate of the old house and stood on the empty Grimmauld Square.

He finally understood why the old housekeeper didn't want him to go out, it was so cold that even a dragonskin cloak was not enough to resist the cold.

"Come out."

Nelson wrapped his cloak tightly and said to the empty square, but half a minute later, he started to shiver, and he still didn't respond.

"I saw you, and I have something to tell you."

In less than half a second, a wizard who seemed neither humble nor overbearing, but actually nodded and bowed, appeared in front of him. Nelson shook his head helplessly. Penguin didn't know where this group of subordinates always felt a bit strange.

"Master Wertning, is something really wrong?"

Nelson stared at his face, remembering who this was—his former subordinate in the Krakow Central, who was sent to keep an eye on lest the moody Mr. Wertling would do anything strange again, but he was caught by the same I have been lied to twice by my words, and because of a work error, Andre was almost dispatched to the North Pole to echo with the penguins.

"This time it's true." Nelson smiled as warmly as he could, and gently handed the wizard a rolled-up parchment, and said, "There are no prisoners here for me to release...give this letter to Penguin, He'll know what to do."

"Understood, Master Wertling!"

The experience in Krakow made the wizard put his feet together subconsciously, and he was about to give an untimely military salute. Nelson hurriedly held him down, and asked, "It must be delivered to the penguin by hand."