My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Is this a hidden place?" Tom rubbed the back of his head while looking at the bustling street scene around him.

The scenery of the hidden place has a strong French style. Centered on the m-shaped intersection where they are located, the eight straight streets are flanked by magnificent buildings of different shapes but with a special symmetrical beauty. The eight streets have their own branches. Their duties include different types of goods such as potions, books, magic props, and life miscellaneous items, which greatly exerts agglomeration effect and provides convenience for the wizards living here.

Except for the Latins in the eyebrows that are very different from the Germans, the French wizards do not look much different from the British wizards in Diagon Alley. Most of them wear the universal wizard robes, and occasionally there are a few strange costumes. Guys, but in the corners of those robes that look solemn and solemn, you can occasionally find some interesting little laces and small decorations, like those little graffiti dotted on the plaques of the hidden wizard shop, highlighting the city Unique romantic style.

"If there is no accident, we should go to the hidden place." Nelson nodded, looking up at the spire of the fancy tent with colored **** in front of him, observing the eight roads around him, "Where do you want to go first? Hope the French The wizard can speak English."

"There are a lot of people over there, let's go and see!" Tom glanced at the poster in front of the tent door, "This is a circus? How come there are wizards watching the circus? There is still half an hour left, and we can just catch up with the shopping. ."

　　 "Okay." The two of them walked to the busiest street in the hidden place. The whole street was full of smoke, which seemed to be a street specializing in potions.

　　 "What are they doing to put a big fireplace here?" Tom asked Nelson as he walked past the huge fireplace in the middle of the intersection.

　　 "Be careful!" Nelson suddenly reached out and grabbed Tom, quickly drew out his wand, and shouted, "Armor for body protection!"

　　 "It's Grindelwald!"

Suddenly billowing smoke came out of the fireplace, and a group of gray-headed wizards shoved and shoved from it. Nelson’s spell was too timely, otherwise Tom should have been lying on the ground at this moment-just the first one. Running out, the fat wizard squatting on the ground with his bleeding nose groaning, Nelson pulled Tom and sneaked out of the crowd.

　　 "Grindelwald attacked the trial! He wants to kill Dumbledore!"

"Auror, where is the Auror!" The panicked crowd was immersed in terror like a flock of lost leaders. Grindelwald brought so many unforgettable pains to France, so much so that it seemed like a wizard throughout France. They all suffer from "Grindelwald phobia", and they start to feel weak when they hear his name.

"What's going on!" Seeing Nelson and Tom running out of the crowd, a wizard in the uniform of the French Ministry of Magic on the side of the road grabbed him and asked anxiously, "I heard Grindelwald, he again Did it show up?"

　　 "Sorry, I don't know French." So the official repeated the question in English.

"Grindelwald appeared at the trial venue in Wiesengamau." Congratulations, the degree of internationalization of the French magical world seems to be much higher than that of the Muggles. Nelson explained, "I don't know about the others. , I went through the Floo network when he appeared... By the way, sir, we went the wrong way in a panic. How do I get from here to England?"

　　 "What?" The wizard's face was instantly covered with a clear sadness, he did not answer the next question, and left the two of them directly, hurriedly ran to the crowd, waving his wand to maintain order.

　　 "Doesn't it mean that the French are hospitable?" Tom and Nelson are back on the scheduled road, he is spreading his hands, attacking the attitude of the man just now with disdain.

"I understand. After all, you see that his whole face is green when he hears Grindelwald's name." Nelson curled his lips and explained, "It is said that Grindelwald came back in Paris more than ten years ago. The city was razed to the ground."

　　 "Is that so?" Tom walked towards the first shop on the west side of the street, showing a playful smile, "It is incredible that a person can bring such a huge fear."

"Thank you." Nelson stepped over the curtain that Tom helped him lift up, walked to the empty shop, and picked up a small spinning top placed on the table. "After all, he has been beaten by someone, and the psychological shadow is more serious. Normally, and the danger of Grindelwald in inciting and attacking is higher than his magical talents, so one has to be careful."

"Hey! Anyone?" Tom shouted at the door curtain at the back of the shop, turning his head to ask in a low voice, "What kind of person is he after you have been in Newmontgard for so many days? Seriously, When I met him today, I feel that he is indeed much better than those mediocre people-but I will help you, and when I practice for another two years, we will get rid of him together!" He put on another angrily In his tone, while planning to help his good friends avenge the revenge, while thinking about defeating the devil and becoming famous in the world.

　　 "Let's talk about this later." Nelson put down the small top and picked up another one. "We are still too weak now. After all, we have not yet reached our time."

"It's almost here." A familiar, thick voice suddenly appeared behind the two. Nelson turned his head and saw a bald man with a delicate face standing behind him. He was still dressed in the crisp clothes he had when he first saw him. The white shirt and the brown-black checkered waistcoat were just a pair of brighter shoes. At this moment, he was politely saying hello, "Your time is coming soon."

"Mr. Daguerre?" Nelson took a step back and stopped Tom behind him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the shopkeeper who had sold him a camera in Hogsmeade. He was also a person who had read a lot of novels. This kind of person who is obviously unable to fight but always appears in strange places with great vigilance, "Why are you here? Didn't you open a shop in Hogsmeade?"

"I've always been here. I'm a Frenchman." He chuckled. "I was going to open a branch in the UK, but the British wizards don't seem to appreciate our products very much. Seriously, we The Daguerre family has always paid attention to product quality and user experience, and every product is genuine at a price, with quality and quantity..."

　　 He suddenly realized that such endless chatter might scare away two potential guests, so he stopped talking, smiled apologetically, and said, "Mr. Wiltening, is that camera easy to use?"

　　 "Uh...not bad." Nelson was confused about the camera, "It's just that its price..."

　　 "What's wrong?" Daguerre raised his eyebrows, "Our prices have always been fair and fair, but if you feel you are at a loss, you can still coordinate."

　　 "No." Nelson shook his head, recalling the incredible functions of the camera, and replied, "I mean, the functions of this camera seem to be far more valuable than those two Gallons."

"Hey, as long as you like it, you might as well take a look at the other products in our store. They are absolutely value-for-money. They are all top alchemy products. I dare say that the whole street doesn’t have potions or alchemical products It’s better than us, and we’re cheaper!" Daguerre smiled assuredly, "The shop I opened in Hogsmeade mainly sells some second-hand goods, and those things are all I received, so in fact I don’t know what special features they have, but it’s impossible to lose money when you open a store to make money. If you think so, it’s easy to be deceived when you consume."

　　 "This, is this?" Nelson had never seen such a business.

　　 "Yes, so I suggest you buy the goods you need in my house." Daguerre strikes while the iron is hot. "Although I make money from opening a store, I actually win-win with customers. I make money and customers make money."

　　 "Then who is the loser?" Tom keenly discovered the problem and pointed it out in time.

"Sir, you just don't understand business. There is not only zero-sum game in the world, we should pursue cooperation and win-win." Daguerre bluffed Tom at once, although he didn't know what the boss was talking about ~www.NovelMTL.com~ But it feels terrible. When he is relieved, he has already stood outside the door with the bag and bid farewell to the enthusiastic Daguerre.

　　 "Is this magic?" When he recovered his judgment, he couldn't help but frightened for a while, and looked aside Nelson, who looked up at the sky, "What are you thinking?"

　　 "I'm thinking," Nelson pondered, and said quietly, "How does he know that I am Mr. Wiltening?"

　　 "Did you tell him when he bought the camera at Hogsmeade?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

　　 "It's possible, but at that time I was still Nelson Williams." Nelson shook his head, putting the question behind him, "By the way, are you going back today or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Tom thought for a while, and said, "I can only take the Cavaliers bus when I go back today. I may have to sleep outside for one night. Anyway, I ran out of the secret road. It doesn't matter when I go back. ."

　　 "Okay." Nelson pointed to the hotel on the side of the road, "Let's book two rooms and put things down. There are still many places I haven't visited."

　　 "So what do you buy mandela for? Do you have a terrorist in Newmondgard who likes to attack others with petrification?"

"Look at what you said? Who is not a terrorist in Newmondgard?" Nelson smiled playfully. "Why did you suddenly learn herbalism so well? It was the last time I told you about Sprout's deeds that stimulated you. ?"

　　 "I just learned the potions class well!" Tom said stiffly, "I just don't know what Mandrakes and Grimace Moths can be used for."

　　 "This is the potion for learning Animagus." Nelson raised his eyebrows triumphantly. Although he still couldn't open the notes McGonagall gave him, he still needed the necessary posture.