My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Where are we?"

Tom really deserves to be a talented player in the wizarding world, and he has fully adapted after only two apparitions. He is standing in front of a magnificent building with both Roman style and Baroque style. There was a long queue in front of the building, and there were faint singing voices coming from the building.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Paris Opera House." Nelson raised his head and looked at the ladies and ladies who were socializing with fans covering their mouths, and the gentlemen who smoked together on the street corner not far away, France and Germany There is only one Rhine River apart, but the air on both sides is completely different. Here is a scene of singing and dancing.

"So the Paris Opera House is far away from the hiding place? Where's the scarred old man?" Tom rubbed his hands, heaving a sigh of relief, "Do you want to ask for directions? I think everyone here is speaking French. "

"He probably Apparated us and then left." Nelson felt a little headache. "Do you speak French?"

"Who speaks French among decent people?"

"yes."

"Do you speak French?"

"I won't, will you?"

Nelson shook his head, putting some oddities out of his mind, recalling the strategy he had made before leaving London.

"I remember that the hidden place was entered through a statue." Nelson frowned and recalled, "It seems to be a statue of an ancient Greek priestess Pythia on the streets of Paris."

"Great," Tom wanted to applaud, he waved his hand, and Nelson followed his movements and saw hundreds of ancient sculptures on both sides of the street, with different themes, expressions, techniques and materials , all have extraordinary aesthetic value, and the only thing they have in common is that neither Nelson nor Tom know who they are.

"Ah, here..." Nelson took out two hats from his pocket, buttoned the soft felt hat on his head, and handed the other newsboy hat to Tom, "It's a bit cold, this one was originally for Christian, you first Wear it."

"Yeah." Tom took the hat and looked at Nelson's coat, "Did you cast the no-mark stretching spell on your pockets as well?"

"Although it is a bit heavy, I have to admit that it is very practical." Nelson took out the cane again, held it in his hand, and perfectly integrated into the crowd who came to enjoy the opera.

"Good morning, sir!" He stopped a young man in a hurry, recalling the lack of French vocabulary in his mind, pointing to a statue on the side of the road, and asked, "Pythia, what's the matter?" Walk?"

The young man stopped, as if he recognized his foreigner status, and showed him the way with dancing gestures. It has to be said that French and English still have a lot in common. Nelson could hear that the passer-by seemed to be enthusiastically Show him the way, but he really can't understand what he is saying.

"Thank you." He had run out of French vocabulary, so he took off his hat and nodded, and walked to the side of the road with Tom.

"Since it's a magic statue, we just need to check one by one."

"How to check?"

"Say hello and see if it will move?" Nelson pondered for a moment. "There are many magical statues in Hogwarts that can communicate. If so, I think..."

"Okay." Tom shrugged and walked to the nearest statue.

...

"Is that the Eiffel Tower?" The two had already walked half a block, holding crepes they bought from the roadside with sign language in their hands, and greeted the statues by the roadside like two neurotic patients, happily along the way Great, at this moment they have got rid of the cover of the high gate wall of the Paris Opera House, and they can see the tallest building in the world-the Eiffel Tower in the Champ de Mars through the gaps of the low buildings in Paris. In my imagination, 80 to 90% of French people can speak English."

"Yes, it's really tall. This completely symmetrical building is really pleasing to the eye." Nelson couldn't help admiring. Although the tower of Nurmengard was much higher than it, it was a creation of magic after all, and The Eiffel Tower was completely designed and built by Muggles. It is a great crystallization of modern science in architecture. He looked at the gleaming steel spire in the evening with enjoyment, and marveled, "But the actual situation is often different from ours. Contrary to imagination."

"That's right." Tom was walking to the next unidentifiable statue, tapping the leg of the little man in stockings, and asked, "Hello, are you the ancient Greek priest Pythia?"

Paris may be the most artistic city in the world. For hundreds of thousands of years, countless artists have emerged here. These artists are not only traditional categories such as painters, sculptors, singers, playwrights, writers, and poets. In addition, there are also some emerging performance artists. These incomprehensible avant-garde arts have greatly expanded Parisians' cognition of art, and even increased their tolerance for things related to art. The understanding of the bottom line of art is simply incredible, just like now——

Several gentlemen in formal dresses and carrying a civilized stick in their hands were standing next to Tom and looking at him appreciatively, and another was clapping with his cane in his hands, explaining something to his companions, and seemed to have turned to the side of the road. The sculpture Greeting Tom is regarded as a new performance artist. This kind of gaze makes Tom feel uncomfortable and makes his movements more and more rigid.

"Are they sick?" Tom asked Nelson in a low voice. "Is there a judicial explanation for this in the secrecy law? If they make me feel psychologically uncomfortable, can I use my wand in self-defense?"

"I don't think so, Tom." Nelson suppressed a smile, shook his head, and suddenly heard an English shout from behind:

"Gentlemen, look here!" Someone seemed to be taking pictures.

The two turned their heads in surprise, as if meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, but they were dazzled by the spotlight for a moment, and the camera turned out to be directed at them.

"Great! Great!" The man with the camera around his neck trotted towards them, "You are indeed British."

"What?" Nelson rubbed his eyes, he felt that the city was a little crazy.

"Are you this gentleman's agent? I'm a reporter for the art section of the Paris Journal." He shook Nelson's arm excitedly, "You look so young! I've followed you all the way! This modern and The interplay of history, life and statues is the greatest work of art I have seen this year!"

"?" Nelson wrinkled his whole face, "What are you talking about?"

"What name do you want to name your work?" The reporter took out a small notebook from the pocket of his vest, picked up the fountain pen clipped behind his ear, and began to write straight.

"Do you know where the statue of Priestess Pythia is?" Although they didn't seem to be communicating on the same channel, Nelson still seized the opportunity to meet an English-speaking person.

"It's the street behind the Paris Opera House, at the crossroads." The reporter quickly recorded in a small notebook, and raised his head and asked, "How about the name 'Looking for Pythia'? The ancient Greek priestess Pythia ? I remember that she was the priest who conveyed the oracle of Apollo, so what you want to express is the desire for the sun? What does the sun represent in your works?"

Nelson wanted to leave this crazy place of right and wrong quickly, so he took Tom and hurried away to the back door of the Paris Opera House, and the reporter followed behind and asked all the way.

"Do you feel that the current society is in the dark? I observed that almost all of the statues you visited were some statues of politicians, but they left disappointed. Does this represent your rigid society created by their political ideas? Dissatisfaction? You passed the statue of Apollo himself but ignored him, but in the end you were looking for his priestess, does this express your thoughts of rebelling against the authority of the gods, or..." He slapped his head and said excitedly , "I see, your works actually have a call for equal rights between men and women. A male god is not necessarily better than his priestess. This is really a great work!"

"We are very grateful for your guidance, but please don't follow us." Nelson stopped and looked at the reporter who was chasing to the alley next to the theater with a bad tone.

"I understand, I understand." The reporter raised his hands to his chest, indicating that he was not malicious, "There is already a lot of information, and I have learned a lot today! But at least tell me your names, such a great work should be given An equally great honor to its author."

"I..." Nelson was about to refuse, but after thinking about it, a bad taste came to his mind, he turned and said seriously, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and his name is Gellert Grindel fertile."

After that, he and Tom disappeared at the end of the alley.

"What was that just now?" Standing in front of the sculpture in Pythia, Tom was studying the sculpture, and at the same time he was afraid of the perverted tailwalker just now. He pointed to the sculpture's hair while commenting, "This With explosive curly hair, is Pythia an African?"

"That person was a reporter just now, and he seems to regard our search for a sculpture as performance art." Nelson saw the Pythia statue secretly glaring at Tom, so he stopped Tom, who was about to comment on her clothes, and praised, "I have to Say, Pythia is the most beautiful lady I have ever seen."

"How should we get in?" Tom circled the base of the statue.

"Should it be drilled directly? Like King's Cross Station?" Nelson tentatively stretched his hand towards the base, and his entire arm was instantly swallowed up.

"That's right, let's go in." After that, he pulled Tom, and got into the base before the Pythia sculpture could react.

Unlike the desolation at the intersection of alleys and roads, the hidden place is an extremely bustling magic street. At this moment, he is standing in the middle of a bustling rice-shaped intersection, with a huge colorful tent in front of him.

"Who hit me on the head?" Tom slowed him down and landed beside him, covering his head and looking around.