My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Since... when did this place become like this?"

Sitting among the employees of the chocolate frog specialty store, Christian looked at the back of the upright chocolate frog taking off his holster, and asked softly, "I don't remember it being like this before, by the way, I don't know your name yet."

She saw the embroidery of the Abbott family crest on the neckline of that young man. In her memory, there seemed to be a girl named Abbott in Hogwarts, who was as good-natured as this young man. In the blood family, the ones who are as spread out as Weasley and Abbott have become rare outliers.

"My name is Daniel Abbott." Sure enough, this young man is the wizard of Abbott's family. He grabbed the towel on the back of the chair and wiped his sweat, then took a chocolate frog from the shelf and threw it to Chris. Tian said, "Miss, have a piece of chocolate first, you wait for me here for a while, I'll come after changing clothes."

Christian found a chair to sit on, tore open the packaging of the chocolate frog, and squeezed it into his mouth before it woke up.

A picture slipped out of the packing bag and fell into her hand. She looked down, and there was a wooden sign inside the blank picture, on which was scrawled in ink "I'm out for business, I'm not here now", Looking down, a familiar name came into view—Nelson Wertning Williams.

"I actually... got Gnar," Christian couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he finally had this opportunity to "release the wind", Nelson was still with him like a shadow and everywhere. She suddenly understood a little bit. The origin of Professor Sykes' surprised expression when he saw Nelson, it was like skipping class to go to a concert but found that the guest of the concert was her class teacher, it was terrible, her mouth fell down, "Chocolate The frog suddenly isn't sweet anymore."

Shaking his head and stuffing Nelson into his pocket, Christian said to the locker room, "When did this place become like this?"

"I can't tell," Chocolate Frog walked into the locker room with his big head in his arms, and there was an intermittent voice from inside, "I also came here with my family after the construction of Diagonal Alley, to read their reports. It seems like it only took a few days to fix the street and the numerous shops."

"Not long ago?"

"It can't be said that Diagonal Alley is the same every day. In the earliest days, even most of the shops sold here were different from what they are now. They were screened and eliminated by the market," Aibo said, "like our chocolate frogs. , it is a high-quality product that has undergone market testing, and I suggest you go back and buy more."

"I will."

"In the beginning, there were not as many people here as there are today, and even the streets were the result of several expansions by the Ministry of Magic," Abbott continued, "At first we thought this was just a new picture, after all, the lives of wizards and Muggles There is not much overlap. For example, when you go on a trip and see Russian dolls, you feel very exotic, so you buy a set, but you can’t come to buy Russian dolls every day... In our impression, Whether Muggle goods are to wizards, or wizard goods are to Muggles, they are no different than matryoshka dolls."

"So it flipped our perceptions a lot, you know? Chocolate frogs do a lot better business here than in Diagon Alley, so even I myself come here from time to time, and my father even made my younger brother Charlie opened a chocolate factory in London and shifted the focus of his business here."

"That must be a special chocolate factory."

"Of course, if you have a chance, you can visit." Aibo came out after changing his clothes, looked at Christian with chocolate sauce on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "The taste is not bad, right? Speaking of it Miss, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere."

"This kind of strike-up line is a bit old-fashioned, Mr. Abbott."

"I'm serious, miss, I look at you very familiarly."

Christian understands that this Mr. Abbott is not very old, maybe he has just graduated from Hogwarts not long ago, so it is normal to be familiar with her, but she is not in a hurry to reveal her identity. Navigating the magical streets as a former Muggle is fun.

"Maybe it's because...you look like Mary Doro? Of course, I mean when she was young."

"Haha, you really know how to joke." Christian wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up, "Would you mind telling me about this again?"

"Of course," Abbott led her out of the shop and onto the street, "actually, the merchandise is also very interesting. In the beginning, the wizard's stuff was the wizard's stuff, and the muggle stuff was muggle stuff. As I said at the beginning, Everyone can't use each other's gadgets, but when some genius started selling self-cleaning mops, everything was different."

"Um?"

"You may not know that wizards don't need mops. Generally, they need house elves to help them clean their homes. If they don't, they can be solved with a cleaning spell. However, Muggles just need a mop. If there is a mop that can mop the floor by itself —Of course, when it was first developed, it would hit the back of the user’s head from time to time, but the frequency was very low later on—would you buy it, miss.”

"I will." Christian said, "I know this kind of thing. My brother gave me a bottle of Coke with unlimited refills a few days ago."

"You must be attracted by it?"

"Yes."

"Let me guess, blue or red?"

"blue."

"Your brother must be a man of good taste," Aibo nodded earnestly, "This kind of thinking is to turn Diagonal Lane from a trick shop that is trying new tricks into a place that London citizens will immediately think of when shopping. Although the products here are more expensive, they can free your hands, are more durable and trendy, and no one will refuse a mop that can mop the floor by itself!"

He couldn't help raising his voice, causing passers-by who looked at him with crazy eyes to avoid him.

"It's changing all the time here."

"Is it changing every moment...?"

"Yes," Abbott said, stomping his foot on the ground, "can you imagine? Less than a week ago, the street was hollowed out, and in the middle of the night the Ministry let a building The tall iron giant dug a tunnel under the Alley, and many customers who come here choose to take the train that runs underground."

"subway?"

"Oh yes, that's the name." Aibo said excitedly, "There are other means of transportation."

Christian smiled and listened.

"You should know that this is a magical street, ma'am," the enthusiastic Abbots said excitedly after seeing Christian nod, "the wizards have a bus that imitates your Muggle cars. It's been in operation for a hundred years, just stick out your wand like me on the side of the road—”

He stood on the curbstone, stretched out the wand he just took out of his pocket, and held it forward. The next second, the Knight Bus appeared in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't want to take the bus, I'm just showing others," Aibo stuck out his tongue at Christian while standing in the cursing exhaust of the Knight Bus, "Like this, stick out the wand, and the Knight Bus will will come to you."

Seeing this scene that seemed like a "wolf is coming", Christian covered his mouth and laughed, and Aibo also scratched his head and laughed when he saw this, "Although the car is a Muggle invention, you seem to be I have not been on such public transportation for many years, and the British government hopes that the Ministry of Magic can help them improve the living standards of London citizens and even the British, so with the cooperation of both parties, the Knights of the Bus appeared."

"Are those vehicles as tall as castles?" Just as the two were talking, a bus with four long legs passed over their heads, "It looks completely different from the knight bus just now. .”

"It's the newest model, the Knight Bus is old school, and the dogs don't—"

Ai Bo's words were interrupted by the exhaust gas again, and the conductor yelled and cursed in the thick smoke, "You have to pay as soon as you hail a car, I forgot just now, I didn't expect to hear your kid talking bad things when I came back, What's your name? You won't be welcome on the Knight Bus from now on!"

"Bah, who wants to sit?" Aibo took out the money honestly, not forgetting to say firmly, "If there is no choice for that dangling old car, who would sit in it?"

Amidst the scolding between the two, the Knight Bus swayed away with exhaust fumes.

"Okay, let's move on to the bus," Abbot continued, with his afro head covered in ash, "the Muggle government paid for it, the Ministry of Magic helped, and they found an inventor from some unnamed department." Nelson Williams, on the blueprints of the Knight Bus, designed this car, which can drive from London to Manchester in just two hours, at a hundred miles per hour."

"Nelson..."

"Yes, although I don't know what he was called the inventor of because he invented it, but obviously he is a well-deserved inventor in the design of the Knights. Originally, the Knights bus was created by the Shafik family Designed, but in the past few years, the people of this family have hardly seen it, maybe it has declined, and the wizard’s sketches are generally more abstract, he can understand and build a more powerful car, in my heart and enough to match the top It’s on par with pastry chefs.” Aibo showed approving eyes, “I went to Manchester to find friends to play Quidditch five days ago, and I feel that it’s not much slower than taking the Floo network.”

The two were walking on the bustling street. In the shop windows by the side of the road, the products that Christian had seen before but had not seen completely were dazzling. Compared with not long ago, the shops here were generally replaced by two The types of goods are also richer in houses with even higher floors.

"In general, this city is becoming more magical and more convenient every day. I went out without a wand one day and didn't feel the slightest inconvenience," Abbot sighed. "The life of a wizard It's boring, Muggle life is hard, if we had exchanged like this in the early years, the world would have been very different."

Not long after, the two walked to the middle of the alley, in the middle of the road, a dilapidated house was standing there quietly, covered by a clean and bright glass cover. Behind the roof and the door made of a piece of old iron sheet, Christian only felt his heart skip a beat, and the experience of the previous ten years of his life emerged before his eyes like a tide.

The notorious liar, the old man who always liked to slap his bearded face when he was drunk, the hero who protected her, the "child of the devil" under the trafficker's stick, the one who ate the last meal with her The slut who went to a big hotel to spend everything in one go after cheating the money, and the father who gave her a newsboy hat on her birthday and then collapsed in the rainy alley and never came back, seemed to be sitting in front of her. In the hut, she sighed while looking at the pot with clear soup and little water, and looked out the window from time to time waiting for her, the "little liar", to come home.

"The daughter of a liar must be a liar. For example, my father is a tenor singer, but I choose to be a liar."

"You also told me yesterday that he is a pilot who is good at a difficult maneuver called Valkyrie dive."

"Really? I must have misremembered, he is actually a cabinet minister..."

Christian was immersed in the memories, and when she came to her senses, the anxious Aibo was about to carry her to St. Mungo's.

"What's the matter with you, Miss?" Aibo asked nervously, "Could it be that the chocolate-eating frog was poisoned?"

"How could it be?" Christian smiled, and a publicity officer who had been standing behind Aibo wearing a penguin leather case and didn't know which store it was came over with a bunch of balloons and picked one of them. He gave it to her, and quickly turned around and left.

"Unexplainable guy," Aibo scratched his head, staring at the backs of people who came and went in confusion, "You really scared me, miss, if you eat chocolate frogs and make something wrong, my father will probably kill you I."

"I just saw this house, and I was a little fascinated."

"Oh, that's good," Aibo breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, there is a picture in that chocolate frog you just had, did you see who it is?"

"Nelson, Nelson Williams."

"..."

Ai Bo's eyes were staring like a cow, but he looked more like the poisoned man.

After waiting for a long time, he finally forgot what Christian said just now, he let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I really envy the owner of this house, I don't know how long it takes to open a store here to earn so much money."

"Has this house been here all along?"

"Yes, it's been a long time," Aibo recalled. "This may be the only thing from the past that remains on Diagonal Alley... You don't know the owner of this house, do you? My God, you just drew Nelson Willow." Alternin Williams! You don't know the owner of the house, do you?"

This sentence attracted more eyes than the chocolate frog jacket before. Almost everyone in the street stopped and stared at Christian in front of him.

"The only thing from the past that remains?"

She took a deep look at the cabin, shook her head, "I don't know."