My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Our dreams are empty,

Darling, when you sleep alone,

Are you thinking of me,

I want to see you in my dreams,

my sweetheart,

But my life stops in a dream,

There is no one in your dreams,

Honey,

You want to see me in your dreams.

...

Borgin Bock twisted his body to the rhythm of the music, and the hem of his robe swept away the dust under his feet as he twisted. He stood in his treasure house, his face was as golden as a bronze man reflected by the surrounding jewels , His face was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Nelson even suspected that this person who was deeply poisoned by black magic could summon a patron saint by virtue of his current status.

"Mr. Karkaroff, do you know that the ultimate creatures in this world are dragons, and they sit at the end when they are born," Borgin Bock sucked in the stale and dull air in the basement, but in his opinion, That is the smell of wealth, he said intoxicatedly, "My life is longer than most people in this world. After I sent away my great-grandson, I developed the habit of bringing golden things back My hobby at home, but the dragon, I have had the same pursuit since I was born."

"Ha," Nelson bent down and picked up a string of pearl necklaces from the pile of treasures scattered at his feet. The pink pearls are like a girl's face, almost exactly the same size and round shape. Every moment is priceless It is a treasure, but it is piled up with countless jewelry like this. "You might as well say that dragons have bad eyesight, they can't see things that are not reflective, and even eggs are shiny."

Just when he picked up the string of beads, these watery and plump pearls turned into dull powder and scattered on the ground like a castle made of sand, only the gold thread of the string of pearls remained in his hand.

"You don't have to worry," Borgin Bock stepped forward, stepped on the pearl powder without hesitation, and opened several closed doors around for Nelson, "This thing won't fit."

"If you pile them together like this, nothing will fit."

"squeak--"

The thick door shafts made harsh friction sounds. As the secret doors around him opened, more and more treasures appeared in Nelson's eyes, turning his pupils into a ball of gold, and the more stale smell of dust came from all directions. Pounced, there was a trace of shock on his face that satisfied Borgin Bock.

Nelson was surrounded by gold, gold reflected gold, gold covered gold, gold hid gold... He couldn't imagine how a person could accumulate so much wealth, perhaps only Gringotts could match the treasure house at this time, Although most of them were ordinary gold and silver, it was even more shocking than when he saw the secret room for the first time when he was poor and white. He couldn't even estimate the value of these massive jewels at the moment, he just thought it was a huge number.

It was difficult for him to connect the contents of the vault with the shabby black magic shop in Knockturn Alley.

"I once calculated that a prosperous family can save a lot of money as long as the heirs of each generation love to hoard, even if they are stupid, but I have never seen any family as rich as me," said Bo Jin Bock said in Nelson's ear that he was very satisfied with the response of the antique collectors. Nothing in the world is as shocking as gold, but in his heart, everything here is not as shocking as Nelson's finger That unremarkable black ring, "Because every few generations, there will be a scum, a dandy prodigal son, who is always good at taking away the bottom piece of building blocks, so that the sacrifices of the ancestors will be ruined."

"Indeed." Nelson thought of the shabby house in Hangleton, and thought deeply.

"But I'm different, Mr. Karkaroff. I have a unique magic that allows me to continue in a certain descendant. There will be no prodigal son, because my descendant will always be myself," Bo Kim Bok said softly, "I think if any family has a collector with your vision for generations, then the family's treasure house will be greater than any museum in the world..."

"indeed so."

"Would you like a drink? Mr. Karkaroff." Borgin Bock showed a satisfied smile. He stepped over the piles of gold and silver treasures and walked to the inconspicuous wine cabinet in the corner. "For wealth."

"Riesling, thank you."

Nelson took the wine glass floating in front of him, looked at the clear and transparent liquid against the light refracted by the gemstone, raised his hand at Borgin Bock from afar, and took a sip, "For wealth."

"Five years old, this is the only bottle of Riesling I have here. Fortunately, it tastes good." Borgin Bock doesn't seem to be a very good drinker, but after taking a sip, his face turned red. His gaze swept across the glittering gold treasure house, deliberately avoiding Nelson, especially the ring on Nelson's finger, "But I think you will like it even if it tastes bad... the taste of hometown, isn't it?"

"That's not true, I just like sweet ones," Nelson shook his head, and put the wine glass that he had only sipped on the pile of jewels beside him. The goblet lacking support looked crumbling, but under the support of wealth , it struggled to maintain balance, he looked at the loudspeaker singing not far away, and asked, "Bob Bowie?"

"Big brother! There is no one who would not love him!" Borgin Bock sighed, "Even my heart, which has been lonely for hundreds of years, can't help but become restless when I hear his rhythm and singing voice .”

The pick-up probe is drawn across the groove of the vinyl record, restoring the original singing voice of a concert ten years ago, so that people who hear it feel as if they are in the live concert. The avant-garde old man is holding guitar and roaring on stage.

"I've seen him in person." Nelson nodded and said, "You actually brought this kind of thing. I thought you would only bring something more valuable. It seems that you still have some flair."

"I was a little anxious when I escaped from the UK. You know, many people want to kill me and hurry up. People like me who have experienced many things don't care much about these meaningless things," Bojin Bock shrugged. With a nonchalant tone, "So as you said, I only brought more valuable things."

"A valuable gramophone and matching records?" Nelson smiled.

"It's the same as the beautiful magic mirror in Muggle fairy tales," Borgin Burke introduced seriously, stroking the horn, "it's just that what it loves is the most beautiful voice in the world, the roar full of emotion... it It will record the best music in the world and play it until it finds the next one, and it has not been changed for ten years.”

"Amazing little thing," Nelson asked curiously, "what was the last song?"

"I don't remember. The last time I changed my voice was about eighteen years ago. My nephew told me that someone was giving a speech, but I remember the voice at the earliest time, but it wasn't a song," Borgin Bock thought for a while , said, "It was the sound of the cheering and booing of the onlookers around when Louis XVI and his queen were beheaded. It was that sound when I bought it in the 18th century, so that I have heard it for a long time. I was wondering if the seller recorded such a voice to trick me, but fortunately, it finally changed the song ten years ago."

"His voice is indeed heavenly." Nelson nodded. "He deserves this honor."

"I think the sound it makes next time will be your compliment," Borgin Bock complimented, "come with me... I don't just have these boring jewelry in my treasure house. What do you like? A The soul of a princess? A burning horse that runs forever? A sword that needs to drink blood every day? A city locked in a book? An ancient prophecy ball? Merlin's snuff bottle? The oldest code or The scriptures? As long as you open your mouth...you will have them."

"What's the price?"

"I exchange my treasures for yours," Bojin Bok looked at Nelson, who was getting more and more interested, showing a businessman's philistine expression, "Barter, the oldest exchange."

"You have a good idea." Nelson nodded. "It's just that I'm a bit too disadvantaged? I think it's more convenient for my nephew to blow up this place and pick things up from the ruins."

"I can see at a glance that you are a noble businessman," Borgin Bock rubbed his hands, "more for less, everything here can be placed on one side of the balance, and they are enough to balance the one you wear. stone..."

...

"What? Are we being tricked?"

In a block not far from Nelson, in the window where the headless statue's arm was pointing, Andre, who was sitting on the sofa, showed a different expression, looked at Barry, who was holding his arm and making fun of himself, rubbed his temples, and asked said, "Are you sure Malfoy broke the agreement?"

"As far as the current situation is concerned, yes, this has even been a trap since a long time ago," Barry nodded, and looked at Andre mockingly, "Don't you just ask Nelson for something you want? He Would you still not give it? You are always thinking of robbing, stealing and cheating, so can't you try some simpler methods?"

"People who study time will of course know the meaning of time. It is impossible for him to sell his most important treasure," Andre shook his head. "It is impossible for him."

"Hmph, you don't want to treat a gentleman with a villain's heart. How do you know if you haven't tried it? What if someone is willing to give you that...time converter? Steal it again," Barry taunted, "I've done what I'm supposed to do anyway, and from the beginning, when my people saw someone wearing that ring, I said, you might as well just go to him for it. Let’s talk about things, there is nothing that cannot be discussed, but now it’s good, you have completely made the British Ministry of Magic aware of your omissions in defense, that Malfoy has already been protected by those buses, you are not kidding, Andre.”

Andre sighed and shook his head: "This time it was my mistake, I was too impatient."

"The good news is, at least you stole Nelson's watch."

"This is the second bad news I want to tell you," Andre buried his face in his hands, and said wearily, "We lost more than a dozen people to get into that damned Department of Mysteries, guess what? What did they find in Nelson's office?"

"Some shady magazines and posters?"

"I..." Andre wanted to scold Barry, but he felt that he was the one who should be scolded the most, so he swallowed back the last part of the sentence and said, "There is nothing we want, only that damn door , That damned door that has been in Paris for a year! Damn it, I had someone cooperate to lure away the Aurors in Paris, so the penguins stole that door!"

"Hahaha, thank you, I'm very comfortable now," Barry said with a smile covering his stomach, how strange this expression looked on his resolute dark face, "I've said it before, such a complicated thing Boy, I don't think Nelson can build a second one in less than a month."

"Well, you're right," Andre lowered his head deeply, "I'm an idiot."

"I have to remind you, Andre, on the train in Poland a few years ago, the cheese was a little too sour. I didn't eat, so I was hungry in the middle of the night," Barry said earnestly like an old man, "So Just looking for something to eat, I thought that Nelson must have a habit of hiding snacks when he was young, so I went to his cubicle and guess what? He hung a bag of pies on the door...then I knew right away that he would take the initiative to prepare for you what you need and what he can give.”

"What's the use of saying this now? I'll go to Krakow to work overtime later."

Thinking of this, Andre became even more depressed.

"Oh? It looks like I know him better, and I can even guess what he's here for," Barry glanced out the window, where a tall, thin man dressed in hot clothes was walking quickly on the street, while another A skinny old man chased after him, "My good brother, Igor Karkarov is here. Guess if you jump down and tell him you want a watch, will he give it to you?"

Andre followed his gaze out of the window, and the sound of singing floated in from the street.

"...your dreams are empty..."

Nelson was holding an old-fashioned gramophone, humming a song he had just learned, and looked very happy. Borgin Bock followed behind him panting heavily, shouting loudly: "You can't do this! Kaka Love! You lied to me, your nephew is not outside at all!"

"What are you still pestering me for?" Nelson replied loudly. "We've done the deal!"

"Damn it! When will we—"

"Hey!" Barry showed a mischievous smile, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted at Borgin Burk, "Bock, what did you buy?"

"Of course it's resurrection—"

Borgin Bock, who was dazzled by the sun, heard his own voice, but he was obviously panting. He covered his mouth suddenly, but he heard the loudspeaker Libern make a sound that could be heard by the whole of Berlin: "Berg Kim Bok bought the legendary resurrection stone!"