My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"How many people are there in our company? Do you know, Mr. Boggart."

"Counting you, I have seen six people, but three of them are on duty," Bogut smiled awkwardly, walking side by side with Nelson in the long corridor, wiping the sweat from his forehead, for fear that Nelson would be cold Here is another prophecy, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I don't know the exact number of people. It's hard to be interested in the colleagues around me if I stay here. If you are interested, you can ask the minister."

"I asked, and he asked me to ask you." Nelson dragged Mr. Bogut to the elevator, "Do you know what everyone is doing on weekdays?"

"I don't know much, Mr. Williams, these things are not too strictly confidential to the silent people, but we really don't understand what others are doing. Some people are studying consciousness, some are studying ghosts, and some are studying magic. Animals, these are much more interesting than my boring prophecy hall, you should really talk to them more."

"It's more interesting to chat with you." Nelson smiled, "I think I fit well with your Prophecy Hall, what do you think?"

Bogut remained silent, simply ignoring Nelson's words.

The two quickly reached the elevator door, and as soon as the elevator door opened, Borroux's face appeared in the elevator.

"Coincidentally, I was just about to go up." Borroux completely ignored the objective fact that the Department of Mysteries is on the ninth floor, and asked affectionately, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm looking for a restaurant."

"How can there be such a thing? After graduating from Hogwarts, I don't even know what it's like to sit at a long table with friends to eat. Everyone is solving their own food, which is why I don't like to come... Uh, getting away, I know a very good French restaurant, definitely the top in the world," Borroux blinked and said, "Want to go together?"

"It's better to obey, Mr. Black," Nelson nodded. "I'm really hungry."

"It suddenly occurred to me that the door was unlocked. Excuse me, Mr. Williams," Boggart seized the opportunity and slipped away, "Director Black."

"We will meet again soon, Mr. Boggart." Nelson said with a smile on his back.

"Let's go," Borroux made way for him through the elevator entrance. "Want to have dinner at my house tonight? Walburga has prepared a family dinner."

"I have to clean up the house, next time."

"I heard that the Hogwarts Express has been attacked," Borlux said in a low voice as the elevator slowly started to rise. Is it? It doesn't make sense, they are supposed to be out of luck."

"Those British wizards are just accomplices." Nelson narrowed his eyes, and took out a package tightly wrapped in oilcloth from his arms. "I took some photos, and they all looked like faces."

"Give it to me," Borroux took the package from Nelson, stuffed it into his pocket, and said seriously, "There should be some useful information in the International Affairs Department, unless they have all been unknown in their previous lives, It just popped up that day."

"I found a few people with specific information." Nelson shrugged, "It's still the same old thing."

The conversation between the two was interrupted by several new wizards, and they didn't start talking until they stood on the street.

"Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered something," Borroux slapped his head, frowning and said, "Are the four houses of Hogwarts on vacation together?"

"Of course, Mr. Black," Nelson said doubtfully, "there's no reason to separate the leave."

"Then why are Gryffindors on holiday so late?"

"Gryffindor...why... are you on vacation so late?" Nelson was stunned by Borroux's sudden and strange question, and he repeated his question mechanically, asking back as if someone had cast a foolish spell, " Why are Gryffindors on holiday so late?"

"Gryffindor..." Bolox paused and said, "I mean, since you Slytherin students have all gone home, why hasn't Alphard come back yet? So I thought Gryffindor was on vacation It's late, but now that I think about it, he probably didn't go home because he didn't do well in the NEWTs exam! When he can't bear it outside and comes back, there will be good fruit for him!"

"Alphad...didn't go home?" Nelson's mind was messed up by Borroux's outrageous remarks. He took a lot of effort to straighten out Borrox's logic. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and looked at said to him, "But Mr. Black, isn't Alphard a Slytherin?"

"Ah?" Borroux's reaction was bigger than Nelson's. At this moment, the two of them may not be able to make up a third of their useful brains. He asked back, "Has he been transferred?" ?”

"From St. Mungo's Hospital to a mental institution?"

Now that the conversation was going on, Nelson finally straightened out Borroux's logic, and said with a speechless face: "Mr. Black, he has been in Slytherin all this time, Alphard is your biological son!"

"Ah, is that so?" Borroux rubbed his chin, and seemed to have regained his senses, "I always thought he was in Gryffindor, after all, his behavior style is very similar to the one I hated when I was in school. Those guys even have the same habit of skipping home if they fail the exam."

"He does look like a Gryffindor, but..." Nelson blinked, and finally grasped the point, "Hasn't Alphard come home yet?"

"Yeah, I said it at the beginning, didn't you repeat it too?"

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore bring him back??"

"Why did Professor Dumbledore bring him back? Was he expelled? He persisted for seven years and was expelled?" Borroux thought the situation was getting worse, but when he saw Nelson's solemn expression, he suddenly reacted Come over, stare wide-eyed, and ask loudly, "Did something happen to him yesterday?"

"Alphad was injured, and fled to Hogsmeade with two female classmates, and asked Professor Dumbledore for help." Nelson stopped Mr. Borroux, "If he didn't come home, the injury should be quite serious. "

The two looked at each other, and Borroux, who was eager to love his son, and Nelson, who had regained his sanity, finally came up with a pair of brains that could be reused.

"Saint Mungo!" The two said almost at the same time, and disappeared on the street at the same time, leaving passers-by with dazed faces slowly realizing that they had just encountered a wizard.

Fortunately, St. Mungo just sent a batch of wounded yesterday, and Alphard's name happened to be among them.

Just as Nelson asked about Alphard's ward number, Borrox had already run away in a hurry. He didn't care about his image, and only had eyes for his injured son. Nelson shrugged and prepared to leave them some kindness and filial piety. private time.

When he returned to St. Mungo's with fruit and flower baskets and found Alphard's ward, he found that Borroux hadn't entered at all. He was standing at the door of the ward, clenched his fists tightly.

"Hahaha, you don't have to admire me too much. If it wasn't for giving my good brother a chance to vent his anger, I would be able to clean up those damned guys by myself..."

"Mr. Black."

Nelson walked behind Borroux and heard Alphard's angry voice coming from the ward.

"Shh-"

Borlux raised his index finger to his mouth, signaling Nelson not to make a sound, and put his ear closer to the door. Seeing this, Nelson took out a small silver ball from his pocket and squeezed it into a horn with one end connected to it. The hose, bent down, stuffed it in along the crack of the door, put the end of the horn to the ear, took out another small silver ball, deformed it in the same way, and handed it to Borlux.

The two eccentrics who were eavesdropping at the door of the ward caused the doctors and nurses to take a detour, and Alphard's voice became more clear in his ears.

"Yeah, if Howard hadn't poisoned me that morning and made me have diarrhea, I'd only have a minute to catch them all."

"Yes, yes, it's still too conservative. According to my usual record of beating Nelson and Tom with one hand, it only takes fifteen seconds."

"Who is Nelson? The holder of the chocolate frog card, the youngest author ever to publish a paper on "Transfiguration Today", the super wizard who played one against three in the Triwizard Tournament, the uncrowned king of the duel contest, and the record of being obsessed within a year The number of doses recorded so that he never drinks drinks outside the restaurant!" Alphard's passionate description made Nelson blush, but his voice changed sharply, "Of course, it is still worse than me."

"Why are you chirping like my unlucky old man? He is noisier than the old man hanging on the wall in our house. Every day he wants to teach me how to eat and sleep, even the frequency of my snoring. "

"No, no, I don't snore when I sleep, he snores, so I feel like the whole world sleeps and snores like him, I swear on Merlin's panties, if we are destined, maybe you can verify it yourself later, girl , you are much gentler and more beautiful than my sister."

Nelson raised his head and noticed that the headmistress Dai Lisi Dewent suddenly appeared in the empty picture frame hanging on the wall directly opposite. She was a therapist and had a portrait of herself in St. Mungo. After seeing Nelson, She showed a surprised expression, and when she noticed that the two were eavesdropping on the voices in the ward, she crept into the frame near Nelson.

After listening for a while, a meaningful smile appeared on her face, and she walked to the picture frame and disappeared.

Nelson wanted to appease the blue veins on his forehead, Borroux, but finally gave up the idea that this might be a bad idea, and continued to listen in silence.

"Oh, I need to protect my good brothers. Both Nelson and Tom are good friends I recognize. Naturally, I need to be responsible for their safety. You may not know that when they first apparated to Hogsmeade, I noticed the forty or so dark wizards in ambush, fortunately, I am a brave man—”

"A man of high art is bold, hehe," Nelson suddenly heard a sinister cold snort, he raised his head, and there was a figure of Phineas Black in the picture frame beside him, and when he heard Alphard At the moment of the sound, his face became stinky, and he snorted indifferently to Borroux who was greeting his grandfather, and squeezed out a sentence, "Borrox, why is there such a rebellious son in the Black family?"

"Mr. Black." Nelson bowed his head and greeted.

"Give me one of those things."

He pointed to the simple bugging device hanging on Nelson's ear, and let Nelson transform into a new one and paste it on the painting. Soon, the two of them eavesdropped on the wonderful scene in the ward together and appeared in the corridor of St. Mungo's. These doctors and nurses no longer took a detour, and simply stayed away from here, and even went to call the security personnel.

When Alphard began to tell how Dumbledore cried and begged him to enter Hogwarts seven years ago, St. Mungo's security personnel finally rushed up with their wands. They huddled around the corner of the stairs, watching The two and a half suspicious people in the empty corridor shouted sharply: "Who is it? I am Aurora Scott, the Ministry of Magic's resident St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic. Put down your wand and accept the examination!"

The Auror's voice was loud, and Alphard, who was talking loudly in the ward, quickly fell silent.

But seeing Nelson looking left and right in front of him, Borlux with a stinky expression that people can't look straight at, and Phineas with a funny horn on his face in the portrait, the Auror and the wizard behind him suddenly He didn't dare to approach, but kept issuing warnings. After a doctor joining in the fun recognized the older man in the middle as the Director of International Affairs, the Auror's voice disappeared immediately.

Sir Director must have his own reasons for doing this.

There was an awkward silence in the corridor that was enough to freeze the air, until the sound of heavy footsteps from the ward broke the embarrassment.

"Who is it? Is it a chaser?" Relying on St. Mungo's solid defense comparable to the Ministry of Magic, Alphard said inflated behind the door, "Don't force me to kill!"

"I'm your father." Borlux's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping water. He wiped his face and gritted his teeth and said, "Alphad, open the door!"

"Hey!" Alfard, who was being flattered, opened the door, revealing his body wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and said with his neck stuck, "I'm your dad...ah, dad , Father, why did you come here, I haven't had time to go home and say hello to you."

Silently, Nelson picked up the hose that had slipped from Borrox's hand from the ground, and took the other one off Phineas' face. He took a few steps back silently, and ran to the staircase.

"What happened?" The Auror stopped Nelson, carefully asking about the situation in the corridor.

"Do you know the sound-proof spell?" Seeing that the Auror nodded, Nelson said, "Put one in the corridor, or it will have a bad effect."

After finishing speaking, he left the fruit basket to the Auror, clutched his growling stomach, and quickly left here.

...

"What a coincidence, Mr. Boggart."

Just when Boggart, who was lucky to have escaped Nelson, was eating in the small restaurant at the entrance of the Magic Department, while thinking about how to make Nelson not to prophesy casually, Nelson's voice suddenly appeared in his ears. He raised his head and looked Nelson, who was carrying the plate, sat down with a smile on his face, "Something happened, I didn't eat, I said, we will meet again, right?"