My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The car slowly drove into an industrial area in the suburbs, and the driver's voice slowly sounded from the front seat, "The wizards in London are probably a few thousand people less than the elderly and children, and now, there are more than 20,000 Muggles serving them .”

"How many of these thousands of young and middle-aged wizards can open a factory of this scale?"

"We haven't counted this, sir, but what you see here is probably all." The driver asked proudly, "Compared to the magic factory in Nurmengard, how is the scale here?"

Looking at the "Magic Industrial Zone" which is only a few streets away, Nelson laughed dumbfounded. The driver's speech seemed a little arrogant. He thought for a moment, then avoided the topic and said, "The Ministry of Magic can make statistics and set up a special department for To manage these factories and formulate corresponding regulations, Muggles have a lot of theories to learn."

"I'll tell Minister Rich." The driver nodded seriously.

Nelson looked at the street outside the window. The road is very spacious. Even in the future urban planning, this place can be regarded as a two-way six-lane regulation, but there are not many roads that can actually meet the situation. The road was well paved, but too many wizarding factories gathered together made the road here become rough and bumpy during the long noon rolling.

On both sides of the road are factories surrounded by tall fences. Compared with the commercial street of Inclined Side Lane, the architectural style here is much more unified. This is the condition that Nelson promised to Justice Shafik long ago before he was resigned from office. As time goes by, almost all of these factories have changed owners, and the person who issued the decree has changed from a doll to a power person who is in charge of the lifeline of wizards. Although the process in the middle is full of fraud and calculation, these factories are not affected. The ground started to move, and the rumbling sound of machinery reverberated in the sky. All sorts of strange means of transportation came and went on the ground or in the sky, swallowing these magical commodities. Compared with the previous doubts and resistance, the wizards recognized The efficiency of this model, those who oppose or despise it are trying their best to get a much smaller piece of land in the newly planned area at the moment. Even if they are enemies, no one will have trouble with Garen.

It was the first time for Nelson to come here, even though almost everything here was created because of him, there is almost no difference between this place and other industrial areas in London, the biggest difference is that those chimneys are more like decorations, they do not need to rely on traditional The energy is produced, and the details of some corners show the unique sentiments of wizards-signs that use magic to show various effects, dancing flowers and plants, the ice cream shop that Sheldon opened here, flying in the sky Go owl...

Just looking at the buildings and listening to the sounds, it's hard to imagine that there are factories powered by magic. It's even harder to imagine that there are Muggles occupying the majority here.

"Are Muggles happy to work here?" Nelson asked. "How do they find so many employees?"

"Many owners of magic factories have been recruiting workers for a long time. In fact, most people do the same things as they do in Muggle factories," the driver replied smoothly, "You know , Muggles have not had a very good life in recent years, just after the war, everything is in a recession, many experienced workers are unemployed at home, these wizard factory owners will give higher wages, so they are very enthusiastic. "

"A very high salary...how high?"

"I'm not very clear about the salary level of Muggles, but according to the reports submitted by some factory owners, the average is 1.5 times their pre-war wages, the working hours are shorter, and two meals are included," the driver said. There are individual differences in such standards. At first we all thought that 1.5 times the salary would be too high, but according to the financial report of the last quarter, although Muggle workers cannot complete all the work, their little pound , is not a cost at all to the factory owners, who get far more."

"At the beginning, the Muggles in London thought that such a high salary was just a scam. When they knew that they were going to work for wizards, it was just fake news in the newspapers. At first, when they first arrived at the factory and saw wizards, many people They ran away, they were afraid that wizards would take them for experiments, and some factory owners didn’t trust Muggles, and even persecuted them, which caused some commotion and misunderstanding.”

"and after?"

"On the Muggle side, wizards don't have a good solution, but the Muggle government gave a lot of help, and finally calmed people's hearts. After a few months of stalemate, some factories opened steadily, word of mouth spread, Muggle Gua doesn’t have that much resistance anymore, just like wizards, no one has trouble with money,” the driver said, “As for wizards, Minister Rich has deployed two teams of Aurors for this area, and set an example to strengthen the wizards’ strength.” confidence."

Nelson looked out the window. A bundle of flying carpets was slowly flying into a horse-drawn cart.

"That's the flying carpet factory of the Black family, sir, they finish rough processing here, and then go to the alchemy workshop in Diagon Alley to enchant," the driver said, "There is an interesting thing, the workers in the Black flying carpet factory can choose There are two salary settlement modes, one is the normal pound settlement, which is the industry average, and the other is Galleon settlement, but only 70% of the original."

"Most people choose the latter, right?"

"That's right, sir," the driver nodded, "at the exchange window at Gringotts, one Galleon can be exchanged for five pounds, but this window is not commonly used, and it is generally only open to Muggle-born Hogwarts students. , and there is a limit, in fact, the circulation between Galleons and British pounds is not frequent, and it can even be said to be stagnant."

"So the actual value of galleons is much higher than the exchange rate."

"Yes, sir," the driver said, "Although Muggles don't have many opportunities to spend Galleons now, in their black market, the rate of Galleons has increased to more than four times that of Gringotts, even It is still rising, that is to say, if the workers in the Black Flying Carpet Factory choose Galleons to settle their wages, they can almost get three times the original pound, which is worthless!"

"Are Muggles very keen on Gallon?"

"Very enthusiastic, sir. Previous experience tells them that if trade continues to expand and open up in the future, they will reap huge profits," the driver said with a smile, "Someone has done statistics, and now many Muggles have mastered it." No less rich than most wizards."

"oh?"

"Gossip, sir," whispered the driver, "the wealthiest was a Scotch lady whose late husband was a vampire, second was a lucky boy who inherited a Squib grandmother's inheritance, and third It's even more legendary."

"Is there anyone more legendary than boiled vampires?"

"Of course, sir," said the driver, nodding earnestly, "it's said that a Muggle girl got a bonus of a few hundred Galleons for drinking a glass of Gamp's Old Society Wine from the Leaky Cauldron."

"..."

"What's the matter, sir?"

"It's nothing, by the way, you just said that Minister Rich leads by example? Did he also open a factory? Can I go and have a look?"

"He didn't, sir," said the driver, shaking his head, turning around. "He hired a Muggle driver to drive for him. I'm not a wizard."

"Huh?" Nelson had a surprised expression on his face. He hadn't noticed the identity of the driver. Thinking about it now, he seemed to have never pulled out a magic wand, and he only relied on special buttons to control the car. "Sorry, I don't see that wizards are just like most people as long as they don't hold a wand."

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Mr. Williams."

"That's what I should do," Nelson shook his head slightly. "Let's go to the Ministry."

...

"Slow down."

Borlux commanded the wizard behind him, carefully floating and carrying a package that was tightly wrapped in a thick quilt. This package was so big that it almost filled the relatively spacious corridor of the Ministry of Magic. The tangled sack was still covered with pieces of sawdust. Seeing these dazzling sawdust, the corners of Borroux's mouth couldn't help twitching.

That morning, after he had washed up under the service of the young house-elf Kreacher, he spent thirty minutes finding the fat delivery bird in the bird illustration in the library. At first he thought it was a magpie After eating fat, he did not expect that it was really a penguin. After seeing the name of the penguin, it was difficult for him not to think of the man who was very active in the British wizarding world but disappeared in recent years-he spent money like water and made everyone The thousand-year-old man was obsessed. He held the treasured potion and top-secret news in his hand. Standing behind him was Nurmengard, which was far away on the other side of the strait, surrounded by layers of fog.

The contact is increasing day by day, and Bolox and others know more and more about penguins. He knows that this enigmatic young man was just an ordinary wizard who hangs around all day in the center of Krakow, and the people he is loyal to or represent The target is not Grindelwald, who is in the tower brewing a conspiracy, but Williams, who is pushing the gears of magic to turn the first step.

It's just that after the incident in Paris broke out, the group headed by Penguin disappeared as abruptly as when they appeared, or maybe it was because he was so outstanding that he quietly integrated those people into the British people while he was active. The new faces among the wizards were concealed. In short, after that, there was no suspicion of their new neighbors and colleagues who had just moved in not long ago.

But the penguin told Borrox that at the moment Nelson walked out of Hogwarts, this incredible force returned.

Thinking of this, Borroux wanted to slap himself, he didn't have that much strength.

"Why should I be mean?"

Out of curiosity, while waiting for breakfast after washing up, he returned to the bedroom and stared at the small package on the bed, even though the package said "Please open it at the designated place", but out of curiosity, he found He picked up a small knife and scratched lightly on the packing tape, wanting to see what was inside.

"I also think about the safety of the Ministry."

He convinced himself in this way, but the situation quickly became uncontrollable, and the brilliance of the rune began to flicker wildly on the torn package, which seemed to be malfunctioning, so that people could not open their eyes, as if someone kept blowing air. It grew bigger and bigger like a balloon, and soon became as big as the window. Noticing that the broken package was about to be unable to withstand the heavy pressure inside, Borlux quickly opened the door and ran out. With a muggle-shielding spell that was loud enough for the other residents of Grimmauld Place to hear, the ancient house shook unbearably.

"laugh--"

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of boiling water came from the kitchen, and Borlux, who was a little bit ringing from the shock, ignored the protruding door, turned and walked towards the dining room, where Kreacher had already served his boiled eggs. up the dining table.

Borlux, who was sitting at the dining table, looked at the bright yellow boiled egg in his hand—because of the shaking just now, the egg yolk in the pot was shaken apart. He rushed upstairs, and what he saw was a square and heavy building. The iron cabinet, and a pile of broken wood under the iron cabinet.

And that's where the package in front of him and the sawdust on the package came from - something from the penguin and his bed.

What's even more exasperating is that the opened package cannot be moved by Apparation or the Floo Network, and can only be carried by the Levitation Charm.

"Blake, I heard that your house exploded two days ago? It also alarmed the Magical Disaster Emergency Response Office?" A witch came out of the office next to him. After noticing that the road ahead was blocked, he stepped back and looked at the Borlux, who passed by the door, asked with a smile, "What a rare visitor, you actually came to work so early in the morning today."

"Oh, it's not my son who doesn't live up to expectations. I must give him a good meal tonight," Borroux shook his head. He felt sore all over, and he was sleeping on Alphard's hard bed these days He came out of sleep, thinking of his unlucky son who hadn't come home yet, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "I don't know where he went wild, so I just fiddled with those potions at home and blew up the house."

"Young people like to try some dangerous moves," the witch nodded. "My daughter is also like this. Last year, she was arrested by the Office of Magical Beasts for organizing a few little sisters to slay dragons... But how do I remember that Hogwarts was not on vacation at that time, your son—”

"Excuse me, ma'am," Borlux smiled awkwardly but politely, "I'm a little busy here."

...

After a lot of effort, this huge package was moved to the destination - in front of an ordinary black door.

Looking at the dark wooden door, Borrox heaved a sigh of relief, and knocked off the hand that was stretched out to touch it.

"I advise you not to touch anything belonging to the Department of Mysteries," Borrox warned. "The floor on this floor may kill you."

A hundred meters above his head, Nobby Rich, who was smiling and standing in front of the Ministry of Magic building, finally waited for Nelson's car.