My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"His eyes..."

Moody brandished his horsewhip and lashed at the uprights in front of the carriage. He had perfectly integrated into the identity of the groom.

"What's the matter?" Nelson asked in the carriage, accompanied by the rustling sound of the pen nib rubbing against the parchment. Hearing that Nelson had work, Moody tugged on the reins to slow down the carriage.

"I'm a little concerned," Moody said after thinking for a moment, "that eye gives me a bad feeling."

"How to say?"

"It's like a...living animal."

Moody lowered his head, and the feeling of palpitation when he looked at Borgin Burk reappeared, as if in a place he couldn't see, the magic eye that seemed to be able to see through everything was peeping through countless walls Looking at him, his body couldn't help shaking, the whip slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, and was caught in the axle by the wheels in an instant, scattering debris all over the ground.

As long as he closes his eyes, there will be that weird blue in his sight, that dreadful blue that seems familiar.

"By the way, I don't know where this is? What are we going to do?"

Moody's voice became smaller and smaller, before he could get the answer to the question, he had already slumped on the pillar of the carriage, feeling sleepy like a tide.

The carriage was advancing steadily on the streets of Berlin, passing through pairs of prying eyes with malicious intentions. Gradually, the eyes of passers-by became more and more sparse, but the dense sense of surveillance seemed to have entered a spider's nest by mistake. It became dense and even substantial. The movements of the two horses were no different from those at the beginning. They ignored the stagnant obstacles, broke through those malicious eyes and rushed towards the center of the city. Dust all over the sky.

In the eyes of passers-by, there is another strange person in this city—a carriage even more expensive than Borgin Burke's car is galloping on the road unscrupulously, and the reliefs with a different style from here seem to be It tells the story of the Sun God's hunting. A young man with a round face is sleeping soundly on the driver's seat, as if he is experiencing a nightmare. Sticking to the scalp, drops of sweat or some other water stains dripped from the carriage, just like the breadcrumb trails left by brothers and sisters abandoned by their parents in the forest in fairy tales, but the water drops are also like being picked up by crows and birds. Like bread crumbs, it was quickly absorbed by the dry ground, leaving only two deep ruts that were slowly being buried by the new dust.

And the passengers in that gorgeous carriage did not open the curtains from time to time to show off their wealth and authority like Borgin Burke. Instead, they closed the windows tightly, without revealing anything inside. They even felt that there were no passengers in the carriage. , and the deep ruts were only because it was loaded with loads of goods, but before greed arose in their hearts, the carriage exuded an inviolable aura and whizzed past their eyes.

People looked at the direction of the carriage, whether it was a wizard who was showing off his might or a Muggle who was cautious, all showed strange expressions in their eyes, some were fearful, some were jealous.

With more and more wizards and fewer Muggles, the destination of the carriage is getting closer and closer. Behind the war-torn buildings, a church with a collapsed roof gradually appears in sight. Moody's breathing gradually changed from tense to even, and the sound of writing from the carriage also stopped amidst the faint snoring.

Nelson opened a corner of the curtain and stared at Berlin, a city that was once prosperous due to the frenzy of war. The ruined walls he saw were no different from London before reconstruction, and even more dilapidated. The walls that have lost their original color are filled with malicious drawings, and the children's graffiti-like texts that can be seen everywhere are small advertisements all over the city. But unlike any city in the world, these small advertisements combine life and dignity. Prices are clearly marked, and things that should not belong to the writer are traded.

The disgust in Nelson's eyes flashed, and the ground that the carriage passed was ups and downs like breathing for a moment and then returned to calm. He looked down at the book with missing pages on his knees, and extracted a line of text on the parchment floating in front of his eyes.

"Our Auror Injury Report During Operations Against Gellert Grindelwald and His Henchmen"

On the last page of the book, a bright red question mark blocked two black and white photos, and a line of text was exposed: Cannibalism? Imperius Curse?

He closed the yellowing book in his hand, sealed it together with a few pieces of parchment that still smelled of ink, and put it in his pocket.

"Here is the famous Prussia, a place that most Aurors in the world fear."

Nelson finally began to answer the question Moody asked before he fell asleep. He raised his hand, and the horse pulling the cart raised its front hooves high, its slender mane and tail flicked up, shining metallic luster in the sun, like Two living sculptures.

Not far in front of the carriage, Borgin Bock's car was parked on the side of the road. The people in the car and the horses pulling the cart had disappeared, only the gold-inlaid and silver-covered carriage gleamed.

The shifting speed of the carriage awakened Moody from his sleep. He only remembered that he seemed to have had a nightmare that was too terrible to recall, and then experienced a happy trip, but when he opened his eyes, he still saw Berlin. On the street, memories are slowly splicing together the experiences not long ago, and Nelson's voice came from behind him sporadically.

"Some official business, and some personal enmity."

Moody rubbed his eyes and forcefully expelled the blue in his sight. He felt something hit his shoulder. He looked down and saw that Nelson's cane was pressing on his shoulder. Starting with a large black gemstone, his clothes are rapidly morphing into something similar to Nelson's style.

"What?"

"I also discovered by the way that this trip seems to be doing you a little favor."

"What?"

"Help me out, dear nephew."

The ignorant Moody took a deep breath of the not-so-fresh air and wiped it on his face. Still remembering his duties, he took out a step from the hidden compartment under the seat and placed it on the door of the carriage. Before he stepped forward, he bent down and opened the car door, and Nelson's shiny leather shoes stepped out from inside.

"boom!"

The hard heels collided with the wooden steps, and the crisp sound echoed on the sparsely populated street. The man with the goatee raised his chin and walked onto the street with Moody's support. He patted The nephew's hand proudly scanned the rested street, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, the street was completely quiet, and the eyes hidden behind the windows or street corners all stopped on this man.

He raised his head, took off the thick furry hat on top of his head, his fox-like slender eyes looked above his head, and a figure was disappearing from behind the window he was watching.

...

"This guy……"

Bojin Pokra closed the curtains and covered his restless magic eyes. His face was distorted by the piercing pain. He remembered this face. After many years, the man who made a mess of Knockturn Alley reappeared Just like the last time when he suddenly disappeared without a trace, following him like a nightmare, dragging him from stability to fear every moment.

He still remembered the great battle in Knockturn Alley, the fire that burned his servants to ashes, the crack in the sky—this guy named Igor Karkaroff and that ridiculous Together with Chamberlain, he almost burned the foundation he had accumulated for hundreds of years. He couldn't forget the ridiculous look of those followers who were vulnerable to Karkaroff, and he couldn't forget that he was attacked all night in Azkaban. Fear of being attacked by dementors, he would patronize his dreams almost every once in a while, so that he could not sleep peacefully.

"Mr. Bock, do you know that man?"

Borgin Burke pressed the magic eye hard. Only this method could barely relieve his pain. After panting for a while, he took the glass of water handed by the inquirer, sat back at the head seat of the banquet hall, and overthrew the person in front of him. With the candlestick still unpacked, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I know him, it's not a good person."

"Have you dealt with him?"

"Well," Borgin Burke drank the water in his glass and said through gritted teeth, "This is an antique dealer who only appeared twice in England and took a piece of gold from the Gaunt family many years ago. An important item we don't know what it is, and another time, he attracted Aurors in Knockturn Alley, which almost caused me big trouble."

"Nearly causing big trouble?" Hearing Borgin Burk's explanation, the inquirer heaved a sigh of relief. An outsider had an accident, he helped Bojin Bok fill up the water, and asked, "Do you know his number?"

"The purpose of this person should be some ancient magical objects." The pain eased, and Borgin Bock's voice became much more relaxed. Of course, he couldn't tell the ally he had finally found that he was almost taken away by Nelson. He said lightly, "The Gaunt family is the only known blood descendant of Salazar Slytherin. I thought Igor Karkaroff was just a pseudonym for this person and I would never see him again, but now it seems , he just doesn’t move around very often.”

"Is he an enemy, Mr. Bork."

"He's brought a helper?" murmured Borgin Burke. "I hope it's not Chamberlain..."

...

"What are we doing now?"

Moody had been standing in the hot sun for several minutes, holding an umbrella for Nelson, who was getting more and more conscious that he was deliberately exercising himself.

"Wait." Nelson handed Moody a leaflet that had come from nowhere, "Look at this."

"What's this?" Moody took the flyer and struggled to identify the German on it. Fortunately, he could at least read the Arabic numerals without hindrance. "Is this the price list for the ranch? Horses, rats, turkeys, hunting dogs …The price seems to be much cheaper than in the UK, but I didn’t expect that the most expensive thing here is the dog.”

"Of course it's cheaper than in England, where life is the least valuable thing."

"Why can't I understand?"

"Listen well, the fierce horse is an untamed Muggle, the white mouse is a healthy Muggle that can be used for magical experiments, the turkey is a newly captured wizard child, the hound... I think it must have been enslaved by magic, An adult wizard who can be commanded at will."

"?"

Moody's face was full of question marks. He felt that Nelson was fooling himself with nonsense.

"Do you remember when someone attacked our house at dinner last night?"

"I remember." Moody nodded emphatically, and though the food was plentiful, each special at the meal made a deeper impression on him. "They got blown up, and then—"

"Then there are Aurors around our house who are responsible for picking up the expelled attackers, but unfortunately, nothing can be pried out of their mouths. The unbreakable oath is almost the most irreversible contract in the world," Nelson took a deep breath and said, "This is also the reason why Nobby Rich entrusted me to investigate here. The official intelligence has been controlled, and it is inextricably linked with Borgin Bock above us. Even the Minister They were all kept in the dark, those who attacked our house diligently every day were the 'hunting dogs' they raised."

"hound……"

"You may have heard that the Hogwarts Express was attacked when sending graduates home not long ago," Nelson said slowly, squinting his eyes, staring at the dark alley ahead. Melissa Sykes, who defected from here, leaked so much information that many interested people knew that real wealth could be obtained from me, and those "hound dogs" who were not afraid of death, for them , just a costless attempt."

"Professor Sykes?!" Moody's vigilant gaze followed Nelson to the alley ahead.

"That's right, no one thought she would become like this," Nelson nodded, and the sound of someone coming downstairs came from the building beside him, "A few days ago, I found out where she was going, and I wanted to catch her. But she would rather die with jade... Fortunately, I found something useful, some important resources that will allow us to become part of Prussia soon. I have made preparations for a long time. After you came to report, everything was properly completed, so After all, you are the most important thing, Moody."

"But besides driving—"

Moody's ears moved, and before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly crouched down, his wand pointed at the bottom of the carriage, a wizard in invisible animal skin was roughly dragged out by magic, and hung in mid-air.

The door of the building next to him was pushed open from both sides, and Borgin Bock had a spring-like smile on his face, and he greeted him with open arms.

"Oh! Karkaroff, my friend!"

Nelson walked in his direction, and just as Borgin Bock was about to hug him, the two passed each other, Borgin Bock's smile froze and he turned his head angrily, the rogue gang killer whistled, She gave him a provocative smile.