My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Extra! Extra!"

In the early morning, Nelson sat at an open-air table in a small restaurant on the street in Paris, adding sugar to milk tea with one hand, and pounding the croissant on the table with a fork in the other. It was riddled with holes. The morning here is much more comfortable than in London. Although the haze in the air is still irritating the mucous membranes of people's respiratory tract, there is no fog after all, at least it looks clear and clear.

After bidding farewell to Newt Scamander last night, Nelson and Tom returned to the room they booked in the hideout, only to find that the hotel's deserted lobby during the day had become a tavern with wizard singers at night. , a group of ghosts and monsters wiggling on the dance floor with alcoholic drinks - this may be the early prototype of the nightclub. That hotel was no longer suitable for resting at night, so the two had no choice but to leave with their suitcases and went to find a Muggle hotel in Paris. I have to say that as long as the money is in place, the services of Muggles will be much better than what wizards can provide.

Tom saw a pet store on the side of the road and went to buy rations for Nelson's cat. That guy had become a school bully at Hogwarts. Even the cat food had to be changed to different flavors every day, so he Let Tom go shopping, and he came to the restaurant to order food first.

"Sir, do you want a newspaper?" The newsboy was selling newspapers against the bustling crowd. When he saw Nelson sitting on the side of the road, he squeezed up, waved the newspaper in his hand, and tried hard to sell, "Paris Daily News, The greatest artist of this century appeared at the gate of the Paris Opera House."

"Bring me a copy, thank you." Nelson paid, spread the newspaper on the table, picked up the cup, and sprayed a sip of milk tea on it.

There is a part-time translation job for a travel agency in the hidden place. They have a family-inspired translation spell, which allows the caster to understand the caster's native language in a short time. Nelson bought a copy of "French One" at Newt's introduction. The whole week" package, although the price is as high as ten galleons, it is still very economical compared to finding a translator for a week - this allows him to master French fluently, including but not limited to listening, speaking, reading and writing .

He regrets it a little now. If he didn't understand French, he wouldn't have seen this news this morning:

"Looking for Pythia - Great Performance Artists Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald First Appear on the Streets of Paris"

"?" He took a peek at the surrounding streets, and found that there were no people on the road after nine o'clock, so he secretly took the wet newspaper under the table, took out his wand and muttered softly, "It's back to normal."

"Let me see..." Nelson spread the newspaper on the table again, read the content softly, and sprayed another sip of milk tea on it, "Mr. Gellert Grindelwald and his partner Albus Deng Bullido is the greatest performance artist I have seen in the past ten years. They rescued performance art from incomprehensible crazy behaviors, and showed us a brand new style on the streets of Paris with simple and thought-provoking techniques. Artistic expression, combining performance art with political appeal for the first time..."

"It's back to the original." He hid the wet newspaper under the table again, thought for a while, and added, "Waterproof and moistureproof."

"Nal? What are you looking at?" Tom appeared suddenly, sat across from Nelson, threw a big bag of cat food on the side chair with a "duang" sound, and said out of breath, "Can you believe it? The owl from the Daily Prophet hid in that pet shop pretending to be a pet bird in order to deliver to me in front of Muggles."

After finishing speaking, he dropped a newspaper, picked up his cup of milk tea with just the right temperature and sweetness on the table, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Gnar?" He raised his head and said vaguely with a milk tea in his mouth, "Why don't you talk?"

"I... I'm watching your news." Nelson put the "Paris Journal" squarely in front of Tom with trembling hands. Tom lowered his head and saw the two people in the huge photo on the front page A young man wearing a tartan coat of the same style is standing at the entrance of a dark alleyway and looking at the camera. Nelson in the front is wearing a felt hat and is talking to the camera with his hands open, and Tom in the back is looking sideways With his face turned away from the bustling lights on the street outside, his expression was deeply hidden under the brim of the newsboy hat, and he cast a heavy look of worrying about the country and the people towards the naked priestess statue in the distance. He poked his head toward the newspaper, and soon his voice was as melancholy as the eyes in the photo, "What is this? Artist Gellert Grindelwald?"

"This is you, Tom."

"What about you? Are you Albus Dumbledore?" Tom's tone was rarely trembling. He had never seen such a battle before, "Grindelwald will kill the Muggles of this newspaper! He may even kill everyone who reads this newspaper in Paris! He will definitely kill us! What is this? The deconstruction of traditional theocracy and patriarchy, the yearning for a better future and the call for equal rights? How do they How dare you make up such nonsense!"

"This could be a reference to our search for Pythian sculptures."

"I know! But..." Tom's expression was unpredictable, as if he didn't know what expression to show in this situation. After a while, he shook his head with a wry smile, picked up the "Daily Prophet" and threw it in front of Nelson. , "Well, Dumbledore and Grindelwald may be the first people ever to be on the front page of a Muggle and wizarding newspaper at the same time."

Nelson picked up the newspaper and glanced at it. The front page read, "Attacked at the Wizengamot trial site, Dumbledore repels Grindelwald!" "

"Fortunately, it was already dark when the photo was taken. I don't think they can see my face." Tom patted his chest and comforted himself. Then when he opened the second edition, he saw himself and Nelson standing under the Napoleon portrait HD handsome face.

"..."

"By the way, where is the fireplace from Paris to London?" Tom stood up quickly, looked up at the bright morning sun, picked up the cat food and some things he just bought yesterday, and asked, "It's not early Now, I think I have to go back."

"The International Floo Network may need to go to the Ministry of Magic. Even if it doesn't work, you can ask the British magic diplomat in France to take you back directly." Nelson also stood up, and put the coat on the back of the chair on his body. He quickly planned his escape route in his mind, "We need to go to Furstenberg Square first, let me see..."

He took out a map from his pocket and nodded, "It's in the sixth district, fortunately not far from here."

...

Furstenberg Square is a relatively outdated public facility. There are more or less such places in every city. In this land we live, most of them have the same name, "People Park", "Liberation Park", "Cultural Square" or similar names, most of them were built decades ago, and they are not very popular with modern people who have a rich and exciting entertainment life. And Furstenberg Square is no different from them—the small square is covered with old square floor tiles. Tall but unattractive trees, a few birds hid in the shade and pecked at the scattered acorns on the ground, and the buildings around the square seemed to be old. They were generally low, with a dilapidated gray color, surrounding the square The iron railings on the side of the arc-shaped road also have a black and rusty look.

"How do we get in?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "Although the British Ministry of Magic is not upscale, at least it's in front of a bustling department store."

"It won't be prosperous in a few decades." Nelson walked to a lamp beside the fountain. This lamp was carved very carefully. Four tortured goddesses held up the hill-like lamp top. He bent down and looked at the inscription on it carefully, "Valas Fountain? It should be here."

The two stood on the side, and the surrounding tree roots swept over and wrapped them tightly, forming a birdcage-shaped elevator. They quickly fell and sank to the ground.

"May I help you?" Just as Nelson was studying the elevator shaft through the gaps in the birdcage surrounded by tree roots, those twisted roots suddenly shrank back, and a man with high cheekbones The black-haired witch was sitting behind the front desk facing the two of them, looking at the two of them, while recording something with a quill.

"I want to use the international Floo network here," Tom stepped forward, explaining his purpose, "I'm a student at Hogwarts, and I'm going to attend Dumbledore's trial this weekend. The people dispersed, and ended up going to the hiding place by the wrong fireplace, I heard that the fireplace of the French Ministry of Magic can connect to London, so I want to go back from here."

"I'm sorry for your trouble." Seeing that the witch at the front desk summoned a thick book to inquire about something, Tom added another sentence.

"It doesn't matter, we have prepared a plan to deal with this situation." The witch nodded and closed the book, "The office of the Department of International Affairs and Exchanges is just downstairs, you can go directly down the stairs on the right and just register there .”

"Sir, do you need it too?"

"Thank you, I'm not in a hurry." Nelson declined the witch's offer, "I'm here with him."

The administrative efficiency was unexpectedly high, and after a while, Tom crawled away from the fireplace of the Department of International Affairs and Exchanges.

"Nelson, it's time for us to go back." Just as Nelson was standing at the door of the office and continued to think about his escape route, a voice stopped him. He raised his head and happened to meet Andreina who was accompanied by two Ministry of Magic officials. There are shrewd old eyes in the turbidity.

"How do you..."

"Hush——" Andre blinked at him, and said with a smile after the two officials walked away, "As I said, not every saint will be wanted, and not every country will be wanted." Want us."

Come on for the postgraduate entrance examination! ! !