My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Seeing Nelson's arrival, Tom couldn't wait to jump off Alexander's head, but just as he was walking towards Nelson, Dumbledore finally made a new move and rushed to Nelson's side before Tom.

When the fighting crowd calmed down, another group of wizards surrounded them from all directions, and the people who had just relaxed couldn't help becoming tense again, assuming a posture of preparing for battle.

"Professor." Nelson smiled broadly at Dumbledore weakly.

"You're too reckless." Dumbledore's expression was somewhat reproachful, but he didn't say much.

"I'm just afraid that if I follow the steps, I will jump into the script that Mr. Grindelwald has written for me."

"Then you don't have to put yourself in it." Dumbledore raised his hand, wanting to pat him on the shoulder, but looking at Nelson, who had almost changed from a small boy to him just by raising his head slightly to meet his gaze, In the end, he put his hand down and sighed, "It's hard to get over the water, and now you will be drawn into an even more dangerous vortex."

"Professor, I'll do well, won't I?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "Yes, you will."

"You are doing the right thing." Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the newly arrived wizards from various countries. "The International Federation of Wizards has a question for you."

"Is this organization really established?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"It was supposed to be established a week later, just in time to catch up with the climax of your World Expo, but just now, it was established." Dumbledore put his hand on Nelson's shoulder and said forcefully, "Are you ready?" Facing the... wizard?"

"I'm ready."

"Good boy!" Dumbledore said with unrepressed force from his generous palm, "Come with me."

After that, he walked straight towards the direction of the black tower. Nelson patted Alexander's armor and followed behind him, with Tom walking quickly beside him.

"See you tomorrow, Tom."

Nelson brushed past Tom, grinning at him with the corners of his mouth turned up.

Tom froze for a moment, glanced across Dumbledore's face who was level with him, and patted Nelson on the shoulder.

"See you tomorrow."

...

"Nelson Wertling Williams."

While wizards all over the world are thinking about the future based on what happened today, an unusual secret meeting is quietly unfolding.

Unlike Dumbledore's publicity to the world when he was on trial for killing Muggles, the scale of the interrogation was a lot of jokes. The location of the interrogation room is difficult to verify. It can only be seen that it is an airtight dark room. The walls couldn't see their original color in the dark, and there was an invisible pressure in the dry and dull air. Only the open door could bring a bit of fresh air here.

"This place was originally planned to be opened a week later as the venue for the Wizards' United Conference. You are so honored to have this kind of place open for you earlier."

A wizard wearing a slender hat walked in from the door. Lang Sheng said, his voice was weak but powerful in the echoless room, obviously containing great dissatisfaction. He closed the door and walked to the table Sit down in the only vacant seat, even blocking the outside air from the world.

A dozen or so wizards were sitting around a huge round table, their faces were dimly visible in the shadows, and if you looked closely, you could see faces that were powerful enough to rule the world of magic. They stared at the round table intently. There, a dark and dreary cast iron chair was placed in the center of the crowd. In the darkened room, only the flashes of different colors in their pupils could add a bit of vitality.

After the last wizard present closed the door, the atmosphere in the room quickly became serious. People knew that a conversation centered on the name he just mentioned was about to begin, and they could not help but fight The spirit of two points.

"Thank you for your love, ahem."

Nelson's voice came from the center of the dark room - the direction of the cast iron chair. It sounded more relaxed than the people around him. It hit the top of the head, and then engulfed Nelson's whole body in a dusty beam of light.

At the bottom of the beam of light, Nelson's hands and feet were bound by thick chains to the cast iron interrogation chair. Sweeping across the face that could be seen from the front, it finally stopped on the face of the wizard in the slender hat.

"Actually, I don't have any requirements on where to answer questions. Even in a hidden place where people come and go, I can answer all your doubts in every detail."

"Hmph, let you speak in public, do you want to use the demagogic skills you learned from Gellert Grindelwald? Let a group of civilians who don't know what's going on charge for you, you think we are stupid ?"

The tit-for-tat dialogue made the air in the dark room tense immediately. Nelson twisted his sore neck, and there was a harsh "click" sound between his cervical vertebrae. But he could see Grindelwald's unruliness in it, and he couldn't help but clenched his slender cane, and poked it lightly on the ground.

"boom--"

The beam of light above Nelson's head became thicker, including the space around him. On the three corners of his body, three silver trays floated steadily in the air, surrounded by bubble-like but extremely tough shields. Wrapped with a shield, a wand full of knots, a rough black ring, and an empty plate can be vaguely seen.

"I never wanted to take advantage of anyone, sir, these are people's own choices, I just happen to have some way of helping them, and I stood up."

"Okay," the tall wizard in the tall hat was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by a stocky wizard beside him. His words had a strong nasal voice, as if he had just come here from the snowy plains of Siberia, suffering from rhinitis. The blockage caused was not clear yet, so he looked at the wizards around him, took a deep look at Nelson, and asked, "Have you checked all of them? Is this me? And... Those three things are really legendary Deathly Hallows?"

"He and this name can be matched, and his soul is complete. He is himself." Someone on the round table replied, but no one helped him answer the question about the Deathly Hallows.

"It should be the Deathly Hallows, that's right. I checked it just now, and it's consistent with the description in "The Tales of Poet Bee Dou", but apart from the invisibility cloak, I didn't find a way to use them," another said. When the voice came, Nelson could feel the scorching gaze on his back. The owner of this gaze was even more interested in the Deathly Hallows than this meeting itself, "I heard that Professor Dumbledore is interested in the Deathly Hallows." I have done some in-depth research, do you have any insight?"

"I don't understand." Dumbledore's voice came from Nelson's side, and he was not very talkative on this topic.

"Can you untie the chain for me?"

Nelson's hands and feet dangled in the gaps in the chains, and the heavy chains collided with each other, making a dull sound like the impact of a copper bell. The sounds that should have been endless were absorbed when they passed by the dark wall, making the shackles of the chains also visible. A feeling of frivolity and powerlessness, "It's not very convenient for me to talk when it's locked like this."

The wizards around him were silent, only a slight rustle of sleeves rubbing against each other came from the direction near the front door, and the light of the spell flashed slightly, but it was very conspicuous in this claustrophobic dark room.

Nelson felt the chains loosen a little. He breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to the witch who had let go of the chains.

Her face was hidden in the thick darkness, but a pair of familiar eyes still shone brightly even in the darkness. Nelson thought for a while and then remembered the identity of the witch in front of him——Constance, who was the principal of Beauxbaton at the time, During the competition, she once had a relationship with herself. When the minister of the Ministry of Magic was suspected of defecting to Grindelwald in France and there was no leader, the female headmistress who usually only stayed on campus stood up and participated in this battle. For Nelson's questioning, it also made her the only woman in the session.

"Then shall we... let's begin?"

With his back to Nelson's direction, an old wizard with a thick Egyptian accent coughed lightly. After getting the tacit approval of the surrounding participants, he took the lead in asking the question.

"Since you are already an adult wizard, you shouldn't be unaware that the mass incident led by you has seriously violated the "International Statute of Secrecy". I want to know your motives as a basis for punishment."

At this moment, all the wandering eyes were poked on Nelson's body. Being stared at by this group of wizards who had the majority of the right to speak, he even felt an irresistible pressure, but what was all this to him? Nelson straightened his back on the cast iron seat by taking advantage of the loosened chain, and returned his gaze.

"I must remind you, Mr. Wertling, you must pay attention to your words, deeds and attitude," Constance, who was sitting opposite Nelson, sighed softly, her eyes never moving away from his face, "everyone here Everyone holds their own shackles. These shackles were originally prepared to prevent Grindelwald from fleeing for the second time. If you don't convince any of us, then you will spend the rest of your life carrying these shackles here It’s over, believe me, even if you have been in Azkaban in your UK, you definitely don’t want to be imprisoned in this chair.”

"I understand, ma'am." Nelson nodded, raised his neck, and said in a loud voice, "Respectable ladies and gentlemen, before that, I want to ask you a question."

Nelson paused for a moment. Seeing that no one objected to his question, he leaned back on the cold chair and said in a deep voice: "I counted the European countries from 1700 to 1900 for two hundred years. Are you interested in knowing the number of newborn wizards every year?"

"Does this have anything to do with my previous question?" The old wizard who asked the question asked back.

"Yes, and it has a lot to do with it."

"I know," Constance stared into Nelson's eyes, as if she wanted to see something deeper from the blue, she said each word after a while, "As the principal of Beauxbatons, I can tell you, The number of new students entering Beauxbatons every year is not much different from that of two hundred years ago, only a slight ups and downs."

"I also want to remind you about one thing. Even if the number of wizard newborns has decreased, the root cause is also because of anti-wizard organizations such as Second Salem," the wizard in the slender hat exclaimed. Actively, she couldn't wait to take up Constance's words, "So don't try to use some reason such as the decline of the wizard population to justify your behavior of trampling on the dignity of the Secrecy Law."

"Thank you for your reminder, sir," Nelson nodded slightly, and turned his gaze to Constance, "Ma'am, have you investigated the blood ratio of newborn wizards?"

"What ratio?"

"Among the newborn wizards in continental Europe in 1700, the proportions of pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards were almost equal, roughly one to one to one. If you want to know more detailed figures, you can Contact the witch named Scarlett," Nelson said softly, "By 1800, pure-blood wizards accounted for only 15% of all wizard births, and Muggle-born wizards increased to Forty percent, and the rest are all half-blood wizards."

"What do you want to express?"

"As for 1900, which is closer to us, the proportion of pure-blood wizards is less than 10%. This is the data I obtained without considering the blood of these wizards. Half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards are almost the same. accounted for half, and in the last forty years, the proportion of Muggle-born wizards has continued to rise," Nelson's discussion was not interrupted, he continued, "From two thousand years ago to the seventeenth century, among wizards The proportion of the population in China has hardly changed much, but in the last two hundred years, the population structure has undergone tremendous changes. Ladies and gentlemen, since the enactment of the "International Statute of Secrecy" in 1689, every ten The number of violations of secrecy laws has almost doubled every year,"

"What are you talking about?"

The wizard with the tall hat yelled impatiently, but the solid wizard next to him interrupted him with a wave of his hand again, looking at Nelson full of curiosity: "You just brought up a phenomenon, Mr. Williams, I don't think that justifies your serious violations."

"I understand, sir," Nelson nodded, and said solemnly, "In fact, the population problem at the beginning cannot be judged simply by numbers. We should pay more attention to the proportion of wizards in the global population. Take Europe For example, during the two hundred years from the beginning of the eighteenth century to the beginning of the twentieth century, the population of Muggles increased from 100 million to 400 million, a full four-fold increase. Sir, you may be able to do the math, and there are fewer wizards in the first place. How much is the pitiful percentage diluted now?"

"You don't want to tell me that you are worried about the future of wizards, that we will be replaced by Muggles that grow like locusts, do you? You are still Gellert Grindelwald!" When the timing will be interrupted, he said disdainfully, "To tell you the truth, some people have worried about this problem hundreds of years ago. I can answer you. As long as we don't want to, Muggles can't see it even after two thousand years. to us."

"Sir, there are not only confrontations, disputes, and passive avoidance in this world," Nelson said slowly, "There is also integration. A few hundred years ago, wizards could be self-sufficient in their own small circles, but now, Which country can guarantee that after leaving the Muggles, they can still live the previous life? Haven’t you paid attention to where the Squibs ended up? As far as I know, few people choose to accept the Ministry of Magic 'Help,' do you really think we're still the lone star hanging over Muggles?"