My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What do you think?"

There was a hasty knock on the door, followed by the sound of turning the handle and footsteps without waiting for Rich's reaction. Rich raised his head, looked behind Nelson, and asked with a low eyebrow.

Nelson followed Rich's gaze and turned his head to look back. The stern and majestic Judge Shafik was standing at the closed door in that gleaming silver robe. His withered beard hung down on his chest. The silver badge loomed on his chest, which was the only accessory on his body.

"Mr. Shafiq."

Facing Rich's greeting, Judge Shafik nodded in response, and quickly shifted his gaze to Nelson, and said his first words in this office: "Is the badge still there?"

"You mean the Order of the Garter?" Nelson pulled out his wand, the silver buckle was polished to a shine, he shrugged and said, "I have always carried this rare honor with me, but you have also seen it , I can't pin this irregularly shaped honor to my chest like you."

"Very good," Shafik approached in an awkward way, "I still remember your oath, and I am very impressed."

"Yes, after all, you took me to read."

There was a strange noise behind Nelson, and he turned his head to look, and Rich was covering his mouth with his hands and looking around.

"What's wrong with Nobby?" Shafik frowned.

"Oh...it's nothing, I think you must have some common topics, but I still have some official documents to deal with, so I'm afraid I won't be able to chat with you two."

Rich raised the corners of his mouth at Nelson, straightened up from his seat, and patted the back of the chair. The texture on the surface of this strange-looking chair slowly changed, and finally turned into a sofa similar to the one in the underground Wizengamot Hall. Judge Fick's seat was exactly the same high-backed chair.

He bowed slightly to Judge Shafik and walked towards the door.

"You don't have to, Nobby." Judge Shafik sighed.

"Need to make you feel comfortable," Rich said with a social smile on his face. "You are a great asset to our country."

"well……"

Judge Shafik let out a heavy sigh, said nothing more, and watched Rich leave the office with Nelson.

"sand--"

Before leaving, Rich touched Nelson's shoulder with the back of his hand, and the wooden door gently rubbed against the door frame, and Rich closed it gently from the outside.

Shafiq looked at Nelson who was reading the list carefully until the footsteps outside the door were so far away that it was difficult to distinguish, sighed softly, and spoke slowly as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Nobby... Minister Rich, he has always misunderstood me."

Although Shafik didn't show the feeling of being on pins and needles, Nelson still found that he didn't like the seat that Rich specially prepared for him, and he was even a little disgusted. He didn't discuss the list in front of him straight to the point. The topic is more like chatting, and even a little too confiding, "He always thinks that I will treat him like me... those before us treat welfare, train him into a puppet, and sometimes even treat some people who don't use it at all. The ministerial order to follow the Wizengamot procedure is handed over to me to make decisions, just like a student who does not recognize the teacher but has to obey."

Nelson looked at the list in front of him without saying a word, as if he wanted to see a flower in Alastor Moody's name.

"He thinks that I chose a powerless Muggle-born wizard to be the acting minister in itself for the convenience of control," Shafik continued to explain, "It's not true, I didn't choose him because of this, I What is more important is his courage to criticize Welfare when he had nothing that day—if it is for power, wouldn’t Welfare be a better choice? People who are defiant and empty-hearted are those Xiaoxiao who want to be on the throne but don’t want to show their faces The more favored object of the disciples."

"I'm afraid this old man thinks I'm Rich," Nelson thought blankly. "It's still the youth version of Rich a few years ago. This kind of rhetoric about cross talk may only fool him."

"I know you must have a lot of doubts in your heart, such as this list," said the elderly Shafiq, who is good at observing words and expressions. He pressed the head of the list and pushed it in Nelson's direction, "Norby should tell You, I made this list for you, we cannot avoid the fact that you were born to be on our side."

"Why? Because my...uh, grandmother, it should be my grandmother," Nelson casually pressed his cheeks, then raised his chin at Shafik, and said playfully, "I'm a Muggle child, you shouldn't Will be satisfied."

"Let's not talk about those old stories, Nelson," Judge Shafik seemed to want to say more than Nelson, but he suppressed the desire to reminisce, and said in a sincere tone, "The current situation and the twenties It’s not the same as it was a year ago, the world is changing with each passing day and it’s becoming more about talent.”

"So you want to be one of the people who will bring about change once and for all," Nelson paused and said with a smile, "gathering to your side?"

"You need a wider stage." Shafiq pressed the paper even harder, "We value every talent."

"Really? Then why is it that Miranda Gosack's book has been promoted for so many years, and now it is in your eyes?"

"As for the teaching material of the little wizard, we must be cautious and cautious. In fact, we have paid attention to her earlier," Shafiq quickly responded, "Just last week, her work was approved The Wizengamot's endorsement, you see, talent doesn't get buried."

"Hehe," Nelson shrugged and admitted generously, "It seems that you have clear information, and I won't hide it anymore, that's right, New York. The new generation of industrial magic products produced by Montgard are indeed from me."

"Nice name."

"I can see your distaste for the word 'industry'. How can Muggle theories deserve to be placed in front of wizards?"

Nelson leaned forward and stared into Shafiq's eyes, his eyes were extremely aggressive, "But this does not conflict with you being beaten helplessly in the market like bereaved dogs, I can reveal one more thing that you might I have known the news for a long time. The Black family has obtained my full authorization. These products will be spread in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and any British wizarding settlement you can think of. If you really have something like you said With such vision and sincerity, Grimmauld Square should have been crowded with people like it is now two years ago, do people who have walked out of this office still have the right to set foot here?"

The tin soldier who had been knocked off the table by the demon king's spell was poking the wood with his small sword and crawling to the corner of the table. He grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, and the sharp sword penetrated deeply into the table, piercing Shafik's sleeve. Supporting the weight of his whole body, Shafiq frowned when he felt the change, and reached out to brush it off, but the other hand pressed his arm, and he raised his head, and Nelson was standing in front of him condescendingly.

Nelson shook his head at him with a smile, pinched the head of the demon king, took off the small wand in his hand, and placed it with his bare hands at the position where the tin soldier was about to climb up.

"You can't understand it anymore. Changes have made you desperate for medical treatment," Nelson chuckled, watching the tin soldier climb up on the table, saluted himself with a funny military salute, and kicked the devil off the ground, "if you Dare to embrace the future, it should be others who panic now."

"So we are trying to make up for the mistakes." The blood vessels in Shafik's forehead were throbbing, and Nelson was afraid that he would have a sudden stroke in front of him, "But we can't go to the dark wizard to discuss the future, Grindelwald and even the whole Nurmenga There is no future for virtue, you should use your talents in the right way, and this is what we expect from you."

"You?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Allow me to expect? A person who is offended by me but dare not attack, has expectations for me? Join if you can't beat it? Aren't you afraid that Nurmengard will take advantage of this opportunity? The Ministry of Magic, which is already riddled with holes? In the face of this crisis, compared with you, piracy is a more powerful counterattack!"

"You can be better." Shafiq said quickly, "as long as you make the right choice."

"Do you have to compare yourself with a black magic organization?" Nelson was amused, and sat down on the folding stool. "With all due respect, if you have to compare, you may bring shame on yourself."

"I know that you may have always had some prejudice against me, whether it's because of things you know or don't know," Shafik rubbed his eyes, trying to show his soft side, "but please believe it, Everything I do is to make this country a better place."

After first contacting magic, Nelson once did research in this area, but the notes were left in Krakow's office. He hasn't gone back to read it for a long time, and he doesn't know who picked it up.

Unlike Muggles, in the early years, that is, when the Ministry of Magic of each country had not yet been established, wizards did not have a solid concept of family and country. With the help of magic, wizards based on families had almost the same productivity and means of production. However, mundane land and wealth don't have much meaning, and the commodities worth buying with Galleons are only those precious magical animals or magic materials that come from nature. Individual differences are far higher than class differences. It is only reflected in the subtle point of Muggle origin, but there are too many ways to reverse this difference. Even if the boundaries of the map are divided by Muggle countries, this is not the same as wizards who are free from Muggle society. What does it matter? The wizarding society is not so much a country, but more like a group or an alliance.

When the strengths of all parties are not much different, it is difficult to have a strong central government. Even if there is a guy full of conquest, he will be attacked by all parties. But if this wizard full of conquest is too strong, On the contrary, it can make the wizards who are separated from each other unite—and the despicable Haierbo happens to be such a powerful black wizard full of conquest—this is the prototype of the wizard born from the early wizards huddling together for warmth. Before that, Even the magic used by each wizard is different.

For the United Kingdom, the establishment of Hogwarts and the Dementor Rebellion officially established the existence of the Ministry of Magic. With the unification of the use of magic by wizards, the need for the system came to Muggles. The era that has long been perfected has been unfolding ignorantly, and the real strengthening has been since the goblin rebellion led to the "Secrecy Law" and a series of consensuses until now.

The weak national concept of the wizards is more manifested in supporting their own teams in sports events. In daily life, if someone takes the Ministry of Magic where "the emperor takes turns sits" as a high-profile oath of faith, it is undoubtedly a slippery world. It is a ridiculous behavior, but if this person is one of the rotating emperors, then it is not surprising that he has such a declaration.

Nelson had seen too many people like Judge Shafik in a history ignored by most wizards.

"Interesting." Nelson sat up straight, folded his hands on his chest, showing an expression of watching a show, "But I believe you on this point, please continue."

"We will set up a professional financial department to support you in realizing the ideas you have preached in Nurmengard, and you can get full support and full power," Shafiq threw out his own conditions, " Whether you admit it or not, you are a member of the Shafik family. In fact, the Knight Bus and the Hogwarts Express were conceived by the Shafik family, and you have inherited this sensitivity to change. .”

"Do you have tapestries? Like the Blacks'."

"What?"

"Please burn me with a cigarette when you get home."

"Nelson..."

"My name is Williams," Nelson shook his head. "If you still have covetous things, call me Mr. Williams."

"Well, Mr. Williams—"

"Is the Wizengamot about to change?" Nelson suddenly raised his head, showing a bright smile that could be called sunshine, "Are you in a hurry?"

"What?"

"Otherwise, from your standpoint, even if you go to Grindelwald for cooperation, you won't come to me." Nelson twisted his neck, his expression and tone were extremely calm, and if someone familiar was there, he would know that he A little angry, "Now you should be very regretful, you didn't kill me together in Paris."

"Sometimes what you see with your own eyes may not be real."

"What else? Listen to what others say?" Nelson sneered, "Do you really have to compete for the worst? That's really a judgment."

Seeing Nelson's reticent attitude, Shafiq had no choice but to "It seems that we have not discussed a satisfactory result in this chat."

"It doesn't matter, you can't do anything to me, can you?" Nelson lay back, and the folding stool instantly appeared with a backrest similar to Shafiq's. He inserted his hands into his hair, stroked it back, and said with a smile, "After all, we It's not about the old days, is it?"

"What?" Shafik has fallen into a passive state.

"There are not so many thresholds for what you want. After all, it is my pursuit to make the lives of wizards better and better." Nelson leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his hands, and rubbed his thumbs together. It’s just a step in the door, you understand? You still need to work harder.”