My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"If you don't even know who you are? How can I know?"

Barry frowned, and looked at Harriman's head in front of him. With the help of the information provided by Krell, he knew the former subordinates of "Riburn" well, and Harriman was no exception. Could it be that this guy encountered some kind of crime in England? hit? So that the brain has become abnormal. A trace of doubt could not help but rise in his heart, he raised his hand and reached for Harriman's forehead.

The setting sun lit up the tattoo on the back of his hand, and even his dark skin was dyed golden by the sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun shot from the broken roof of the church to the ground, leaving a mottled orange-yellow light and shadow on the road full of bomb craters. It has been half a century since the church built in memory of Emperor William was capped in 1895. For a long time, this street that has passed by an unknown number of people has never embraced the gentle sunset, and only when the church is dilapidated, the roadbed stepped on by people has the opportunity to feel the temperature.

Barry twisted his sore neck, his grasp of the current body was still a bit sluggish, the incompatibility between soul and soul was like an unbreakable curtain, separating the two ends of the puppet and the manipulator, only a thin thread maintained Seeing the subtle connection, he blinked his dry eyelids and looked out of the window. The setting sun directly hitting the window made him unable to open his eyes. Fortunately, there was a tall statue between him and the sun, standing on top of the statue. In the shadow of his arm, Barry could see two people sitting on the bench. Those two people were somewhat familiar, maybe they were passers-by passing by on the streets of Berlin? Barry doesn't think there are any old people besides himself who are willing to come to such a bizarre and abstract place as Prussia. Maybe Nelson will come? He couldn't help but smile, the years he acted with Nelson could almost be called the happiest time of his life, he didn't have to rush to prove his worth, and didn't have to be surrounded by careful care.

It's just that he doesn't know why he keeps avoiding me... The smile on Barry's face quickly turned bitter. He has missed this old friend many times, but he didn't realize that this miss came from another old friend He always received this kind of inexplicable and embarrassing care. For Barry, it was White's arrogance and Nelson's eccentricity that made him feel less like a terminally ill patient.

He withdrew his gaze from the window, and Harriman stared at him without blinking. His eyes became dry due to being open for too long, and the tears secreted instinctively swirled in the eye sockets, although the teary eyes were somewhat It made people laugh, but Harriman's serious and rigid expression on his face made Barry feel uncomfortable again and again, as if he was parasitic in the body of this unknown African wizard. Harriman is also like a walking dead.

"Damn... what did this guy go through in England?"

It's not that he didn't think about the possibility of the real "Liburn" coming back, but after considering Nelson's character of not being able to rub a little sand in his eyes, he naturally thought that falling into Nelson's hands, this kind of bad guy has been sentenced to death.

On the street opposite this unremarkable building, Nelson and Dumbledore returned to the harmonious chat again, as if the story Dumbledore told just now was just a simple fairy tale-a person who can travel through time has harvested time and time again. Regrettably, Nelson felt that his pockets were heavy when he pinned his hopes on the future again and again. For a deeply bound traveler, every time he reads the letter, he bears several times, hundreds of times, or even countless times the sum of ten years.

Dumbledore had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of worry. He didn't think about the general trend of the world, but as a teacher, as the first leader who led Nelson to magic, he cared about the burden that the students had not belonged to him. almost crushed shoulders.

But looking at Nelson's still straight back, he was not that worried. Compared to the status of "Grindelwald's disciple" that everyone worried about, Dumbledore always felt that Nelson was an ordinary person like him.

"Let's talk about another matter," Dumbledore smiled, patted Nelson's knee, and said, "Mr. Abbott found me last week. The replacement of the chocolate frog picture has been decided, and the two The hero who destroyed Second Salem in the United States became the most popular candidate."

"Really? Then Tom will be very happy." Nelson raised his eyebrows, "After all, he doesn't have the honor of 'the youngest author to publish a paper on "Transfiguration Today", and he has always been worried about it. "

"Haha, in fact, I think Mr. Abbott is the happier one. The Chocolate Frog picture has been criticized for always picking some wizards who have been famous for a long time. Fans are writing to him every day to tell him that the people on the picture are either too ugly. , or too old, they are looking forward to younger, handsome and popular wizards," Dumbledore clapped his hands and laughed, "this batch of chocolate frogs will be the first batch of food sold to muggles in London after the abolition of the secrecy law I believe that those who provide portrait rights will make a lot of money."

"Tom is crazy now," laughed Nelson.

"Yes, that's why Mr. Aibo wants to ask you for portraits," said Dumbledore. "The time is set for next weekend, so there won't be a lot of time to paint."

"Although I really want to be humble," Nelson said with a smile after struggling for a moment, "but who can refuse to have their face appear in the most popular snack card?"

"Very well, you must dress up handsomely."

"Martha has prepared the best robes for us."

"What you said makes me want to order a dress from Miss Martha."

Dumbledore told the story of how he saved money to buy chocolate frogs when he was young, and the atmosphere quickly became cheerful.

But in the small building across the street, the atmosphere between Barry and Harriman dropped to freezing point.

"You're not him, you're not that person, I'm sure." Harriman showed an unpredictable smile, as if someone had pulled his face and raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a bland smile, "You not him."

"Don't talk to me with that expression, are you a puppet?" Barry earnestly acted like the leader of the rogue gang usually domineering. He had long heard that this Harriman was a pervert, but he hadn't thought of his illness. It was so serious, "Are you a puppet on a stage?"

"Isn't it? Anyone here is not a puppet?"

"Is the purpose of your return to Berlin just to annoy me?"

"It doesn't matter," Harriman turned around, showed his back to Barry without any worries, and walked towards the door, preparing to end this meaningless conversation, "whether Liburn comes back or not, he can only Lifted and danced by the rope from the south, he is just the chair you sit on, whether it is him or not, as long as he can complete this mission, no one cares who he is."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Riburn will not be angry, let alone be annoyed, he should only care about his mission and position," Harriman twisted the doorknob, walked sideways to the outside of the house, bumped into the person who was about to enter, his He staggered, stopped, turned his head and said to Barry, "You should know, it's useless for us to care, why do you insist on grabbing a job as a puppet?"

"Who the hell are you?" Barry asked tremblingly.

"I'm Fritz Harriman, your faithful hyena," Harriman bowed slightly. Seeing that there was an extra person in the seat that originally belonged to him, this man who was both Harriman and the leader of the rogue gang felt in his heart Immediately, he had a calculation, Tom controlled his soul, but did not tie his brain. Seeing that the other party came prepared but he had no news, he immediately gave up his identity as the "leader of the rogue gang", and put the green poisonous snake in his eyes Hidden, "I came back here across the sea, waiting for your orders, remember? For a greater good... oh no, it's a career..."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left without hesitation, passing by the old man with scars on his face and the bald head with a serious expression at the door, apologized softly, and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

"Oh? Andre? Zweig?" Barry raised his head, looked at the two dusty guests, and complained, "Andre, you didn't tell me before that this man's subordinates are full of lunatics! "

Andre didn't respond to Barry's complaint, but just looked at Zweig beside him, and nodded slightly.

Barry only had time to see Zweig raise his wand, and before he could complain, he felt dizzy from his back to his forehead, his eyes went dark, and he fainted. In a vague way, Zweig and Ender could be heard. loud conversation.

"Wouldn't Lord Grindelwald be dissatisfied with us asserting ourselves like this?"

"You asked me to come here, and now you're worried about it?"

"Well... after all... Forget it, let's take a look at Barry's situation first. To be honest, I thought Lord Grindelwald would choose a more 'Barry' body for him. How strange this black man is, his He also has a lot of tattoos on his body, do you know him?"

"Don't find strange relatives for me just because of some patterns. These runes are unique to Waggadu. They are not used to using magic wands, and prefer to strengthen themselves with deformation, alchemy and potions that they are good at. It seems that this man in Africa should He is a person with a head and a face, and I don’t know what kind of bloody bad luck he was caught here, do you have any relevant information there?”

"If it's famous, I should be able to find out."

"Now it seems that Barry doesn't fit this body very well, do you understand? It's like wearing a large size of clothes for you," Barry felt himself being picked up by Zweig and lying on the table. The back of his back was lifted, and cold metal products and wands slid around the spine. "I don't understand. According to the information, the leader of the gang has changed several times. Why does Lord Grindelwald want Barry to come?"

"It was he who strongly demanded to go out."

"It's a joke, look! There are at least three bones misplaced here," Barry heard a clear "click", and a burst of numbness came to his mind, "Why don't you just find a reason to continue to let him go to Grindelwald?" Where is your aunt?"

"The Deathly Hallows have been found long ago, and the other two are in Nelson's place. Lord Grindelwald has already given him the most important one. Besides, let Barry go to England again? Let him be killed by Muggles or other What was taken away? His body can no longer withstand such torture!"

Barry was a little ashamed and indignant when he heard the two expose his short stories like this, but he also realized that Zweig and Andre probably didn't know that they could hear them.

"The Deathly Hallows... It is said that it can extend the magic that touches the soul. If this is the case, it is even more necessary for Nelson to come and see him."

"Forgive me, Zweig, do you know how much I have gone to the trouble of not letting them meet in the future?"

"Give Nelson ventilation, see a doctor first and then talk about things? You have to follow these crooked ways, and now Barry has the magic power of silence to maintain. What if something goes wrong? Will you give him artificial respiration?"

"White may not be happy..."

Turns out Nelson wasn't avoiding me! Barry suddenly realized, what are they hiding from him? These days, the most frustrating thing about staying in Nurmengard is not the weakness of dragging a sick body to bed, but the discomfort of being locked in a cabinet like porcelain. He wanted to ask clearly, but Zweig The stun spell is too effective.

"Wait, who's that outside the window?"

"Let me see, what are you talking about?"

"Just behind the statue, there are two people sitting, looking at this side all the time, has anyone spotted us?"

"I didn't see it. There is nothing there. You must have misidentified the crater or the shadow."

...

Diagon Alley, Savina style clothing store.

Martha stared dumbfounded at Tom who was chatting with Umbridge in front of her. In her impression, Tom had always been a loner who was unwilling to talk to anyone except Nelson and a few of his peers. Some people are autistic.

At this moment, Tom, who seems to be suffering from social cow X syndrome, is very different from the autistic child in memory. Even when facing the Ministry of Magic officials who Martha thinks are unattainable, Tom looks personable, and he can even speak like Umbridge. His thoughts were turbulent, and he wanted to surrender immediately. Those words full of interests and power were not at all like the students Tom claimed at school, but more like the big men who could not be reached by Martha, those who she had seen speeches on the streets of London from afar. big shot.

Umbridge is a shrewd official, but a woman's instinct tells her that this young and promising official has become Tom's prey not long after the chat started. Feeling so enthusiastic and flattering, Martha felt that she had seen too much incredible "magic" today. She shook her head, walked to another row of shelves, and carefully looked at the wizard's fabrics.