My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Fritz Harriman?"

Nelson raised his chin and looked down at the deeply bent Harriman. His waist and legs formed a ninety-degree angle, neither too much nor too little, like a doll controlled by a precise clockwork. Lifting up hard, staring at Nelson's face, his eyes swept across his body, and when he saw the ring on his middle finger, Harriman seemed to confirm his identity, and his eyes humbly looked to the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of four people on the street, he maintained this movement without even trembling.

This former murderer was dressed in a plain black robe, leaving only traces of exaggerated makeup on his face that were hard to wash off, which made his eye sockets appear a light pink color as if he had been beaten. , the protruding cheekbones showed a cold sharpness, and the bloody smell on his body became heavier, so heavy that even if he changed into new clothes, even if he didn't hold a wand, the keen Moody could still feel the strong sin on his body odor.

"This is?" With a wave of his wand, he threw the wizard who was hanging upside down in the air to the wall, and iron ropes protruded from the cracks in the bricks, binding him there firmly. After doing all this, Mu Di moved closer to Nelson, stood between him and Harriman, raised his wand and asked softly without looking back, "Dark wizard?"

"fine."

Nelson put his wand on Moody's shoulder, and Moody stepped aside to get out of Nelson's place, but the wand was still tightly gripped in his hand, and his vigilant eyes did not let up. In Berlin, he had never seen this Most Dangerous Person.

Harriman still kept bowing like a doll, as if as long as Nelson didn't speak, he could stand here until he died.

"I'm in good spirits today." Nelson raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "It's much better than when I saw you before."

"Mr. Riburn told me that we have a distinguished guest today." Harriman lowered his head and said humbly, without any waves in his cloudy eyes, "Hello, Mr. Karkaroff, the Rascals have prepared for you A welcome dinner, and a treasure trove that will surely interest you."

...

"treasure house?"

Borgin Burke stood in front of the door, raised his stiff arms and lowered them slowly. Everything Harriman said gave him a solid impression of Igor Karkaroff, an antique dealer and black magic collector. He clearly Knowing how many rare and rare objects the rogue gang backed by Nurmengard had collected in Prussia, and the person whom Liburn could treat with such prudence, besides extraordinary power, he must have a huge amount of wealth in his hands. After thinking about it, he walked slowly towards Nelson's back.

Borgin Bock, who has lived longer than most people, carefully considers Nelson. Nelson's clothes, accent, movement habits, etc. are intertwined in his mind, combined with those pitiful information, and gradually become full , and even involved some seemingly irrelevant but trivial information—

A German named Igor Karkaroff suddenly appeared in the black prison of the werewolves, and fished out his nephew who did not know when he was imprisoned there. This Lucas Karkaroff who was imprisoned in the black prison It seems that he has been trained by a professional Auror, and he is loyal to his uncle;

He has an incomparably luxurious carriage, even surpassing his own;

He first appeared in Hangleton, the old Gaunt house that had long since decayed. He tampered with Morfin Gaunt's memory, so that until now he didn't know what he took from the Gaunt's house ;

The second time was in Knockturn Alley, walking with his regular customer Chamberlain, and severely damaged the stronghold of Knockturn Alley after he failed to eat black;

Chamberlain has sold many collections with the personal seal of Salazar Slytherin, which may be related to the Gunter family, the only descendant of Slytherin, and the antique dealer Karkaroff who accompanied him did not show any interest in those antiques. Interest, which proves that his vision is definitely not on simple antiques, but on those ancient objects that contain magic;

Some of the antiques lost in that battle still appeared on the market. He should be active in the UK for a long time, or have a fixed partner—that Chamberlain;

He has the ability to purify the undead, and his mana is powerful enough for two people to defeat his own followers and corpses. When casting large-scale magic, he needs to insert the wand into the soil, accompanied by incomprehensible chant, which is very different from the magic habits popular among British wizards;

The image of a mysterious, wealthy, and powerful wizard slowly formed in his mind, and this Igor Karkaroff could hardly find any detailed information in the world. The so-called Karkaroff The family didn't know anything about his existence—this is a powerful wizard who claims to be a faction. He is isolated from the world and has no clear position. He is a help that can be won!

Finally, he's interested in his own eyes!

Thinking of this, Borgin Burk suddenly felt a sharp pain in the magic eye. He covered his eyes, and after a little relief, he took a deep breath and walked towards Karkaroff.

He believes that as long as the price is right, no one who has had a quarrel with him will refuse to be his friend. If he does, then the price is not enough.

Thinking of this, he forced a smile on his face, but the next moment, Moody, who had his back turned to him, turned his head.

...

"Master Liburn assures you that there are enough things in the treasury to empty your wallet." Harriman still did not change his posture, bent over and introduced earnestly.

"Haha," Nelson clapped his hands and laughed, "I'm afraid no one will be able to empty my wallet unless you sell me the entire street where I just ate."

"Riborn?" Borgin Bock suddenly intervened in the conversation between the two of them. At this moment, he was holding Moody's wand to his throat, raised his hands high, and put on a harmless gesture, smiling Said, "Mr. Karkaroff, the wind and sand in Berlin are so strong that you didn't even see me just now."

"You are?" Nelson turned his head, just like Bojin Burke said, he made an expression that he didn't see him at all, and said doubtfully, "Are you also a rogue of the rogue gang?"

"Haha, you're joking," Borgin Bock showed a sullen look in his eyes. He bowed slightly, suppressed his anger, and said with a smile, "Have you forgotten? Let me recall for you, England, Knockturn Alley .”

"I remembered," Nelson rubbed his chin, clapped his hands vigorously, and said happily, "You are the dragon egg seller? I liked the fireball last time. Do you have anything else?"

Borgin Bock froze. He didn't know whether the other party wanted to humiliate him or he really didn't remember.

"There was some unhappiness between us," he finally smiled and held out his hand to Nelson, "You may not care about my offense, but I paid a big price for my ignorance. My friend, Mr. Chamberlain, came to Knockturn Alley to sell some antiques, but some servants who served me were greedy, but I must be responsible for those who served me, so..."

He shrugged and smiled awkwardly, "I tried to use you to establish my prestige and subdue my servants, you should remember the following things, a fire bigger than Gellert Grindelwald, huh — Knockturn Alley was blown up.”

"Oh~ I remembered," Nelson pointed at Borgin Burk, and said in Karkaroff's signature startled tone, "You are the owner of that Borgin Bock Black Magic Shop, you tortured Fully released?"

"No," said Borgin Bock frankly, "but you must understand that there is always a way for a man like me to get away with it."

"So you came here?" Nelson nodded, and tapped Moody's shoulder with his cane. Moody let go of Borgin Burke's collar, snorted, and retreated behind Nelson. Nelson said helplessly, "My nephew is not very polite, I hope you can forgive him."

"I just hope you can forgive me for my previous offense." Bojin Bok twisted his sore neck, put down his hand that had been held up for a long time, and asked, "I don't know why you came here?"

"Don't you know what I'm for?" Nelson asked, "For some interesting antiques, of course."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Karkaroff," Borgin Bock waved his hand, "Of course I know your preferences. In fact, I also have some extremely precious antiques in my warehouse!"

"I'm afraid you don't know very well. After all, you sneaked up on me before we started talking about business last time." Nelson showed a regretful expression, "I'm not an antique dealer."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Karkaroff," Borgin Burke lowered his voice, glanced at Harriman, and whispered in Nelson's ear, "Those things are full of age, history, and... magic."

"I'm here this time, and I brought a present." Nelson's eyes lit up as Borgin Bock thought, "I heard that you guys have been in trouble recently. Coincidentally, I know someone who has seen Mei Li Sarah Sykes' last friend."

"You are really a shrewd businessman." Bokin Bok experienced how uncomfortable and comfortable it is to be caught in a pain point. He approached Nelson and gave his own price.

"It's just that I have an appointment with the Rogue Gang..."

"Ahem, you go back, Harriman," Bokin Burke straightened his back, and said to Harriman, "My warehouse is closer, and when Mr. Karkaroff finishes watching, I will send him to the rogue. helped."

...

"That Fritz Harriman..." Moody absently waved the new riding whip Nelson gave him, turned his head and asked, "Is he really one of yours? After thinking about it for a long time, I finally remembered who he is. "

"Who is it?" Nelson lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked with a smile.

"Before I came to you, I went to the Auror's office to tell me why I couldn't practice. I read the latest arrest warrant from the International Federation of Wizards. He is a black wizard who committed many crimes decades ago. Fleeing from a Muggle attack in London not long ago," Moody murmured, "and his gang of rogues has been implicated in the poisons that once flooded Hero Village in the Highlands,"

"Do you remember the spell I taught you yesterday?"

"Seizing... the Imperius Curse?"

"What if I told you that this Harriman didn't use any unforgivable black magic at his height decades ago?"

"Impossible!" Moody retorted a little louder. In order to avoid the suspicion of the carriage leading the way, he lowered his voice and said, "His crimes are almost beyond description, and the aura of black magic on him is also extremely strong."

"Most of the targets of his atrocities are Muggles, Moody," Nelson shook his head, "I may know what he has done better than he himself. When his evil thoughts are at their peak, he will only violence against the weak. This kind of low-level villain doesn't have much opportunity to get in touch with advanced things like black magic, but his research on black magic officially started from the rogue gang, do you think he was a dark wizard in the first half of his life?"

"Yes, it is."

"Very good, you have thought of a more reasonable standard, then let me ask you again, is it a dark wizard who used the Imperius Curse on him?"

"No!" Moody's answer was much faster this time, but his tone quickly sank, "I still think we shouldn't collude with organizations like the Rascal Gang, and shouldn't be united in order to defeat the Borgin and Bocks. That Riburn, even if it's for a just cause."

"I don't know that Liburn, and I don't have the so-called treasure house sightseeing plan," Nelson said patiently, "I just informed him about this when I was looking for the warden. · Harriman's response Falsified the image of a wealthy outsider, and deliberately chose Igor Karkaroff, who once had conflicts with Borgin Bock, as my identity for this trip. Bourne's confidant, who rarely shows up in front of people, his attitude can represent Libun's attitude to a certain extent, but it is impossible for Bojin Bock, who had conflicts with Libun not long ago, to seek confirmation from this person whose interests conflict with him In the end, I happened to know what their biggest trouble was recently. Under the four hints of the enemy's attention, my own fear, the hope of solving the trouble, and my gorgeous coat, Bojin Burke would naturally set up a plan for me in my heart. Set a tall and important image, this target will become our most reliable witness in the infiltration plan."

Moody's eyes widened at the sound of Nelson's simple yet wild plan.

"Now I can tell you what your internship at the Department of Mysteries will be during this holiday," Nelson said with a smile, playing with his cane and whistling, "We will be a member of the Prussian elite, With its own disintegration, and the rupture of its alliances with the outside world, Nobby Rich, and I, cannot sit by and watch this sore grow and breed what we have just destroyed. Under the premise of accomplishing all this.”

"For...why?"

"Aurors don't fight, Moody, and you'll thank me for letting you save your mana when you face Borgin Bock," Nelson patted his head, "drive well, I can't I spoil my nephew too much."