My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I'm so stupid, really." Nelson raised his dull eyes and continued, "I just knew that reporters in the future would fabricate hot spots and make up nonsense without news; I didn't know that there are now. I was looking for a hiding place in the middle of the night just to buy a gift for Mr. Andre, who took care of me, but I ran into a reporter. He was very obedient, and I let him go, and he left immediately. I was eating, drinking and having fun in the hiding place, I want to go back to Nurmengard, eat croissants and listen to songs on the streets of Paris, and suddenly I was sold by the newsboy. I saw it, and I was afraid that I was hit by an unscrupulous reporter..." He continued to sob, unable to utter a sentence ...

"All right, all right, you're famous." On the streets of Nurmengard, Andre patted Nelson narrowly on the back. At noon, the two finally reached the tower where Nelson was temporarily staying. The atmosphere finally made Nelson calm down. He raised his head and saw the extra thing at the door of the black tower, and he lost his mind for a moment.

A beautiful tall black-haired woman is dressed in a red veil that can wrap her body. Her facial features are soft and her face is full of pity. She is sitting on a tripod with a sacrificial plate and a branch of green The laurel, she leaned forward, one hand was bound by a thick chain and hung high to the top of the black tower, and the other hand held up a small burning sun, shining on the wrapped around her feet. A wizard trembling in a long robe, her long hair fluttered from the red gauze hood and fluttered behind her, while the strands of hair near the little sun were scorched.

This is a huge and exquisite statue, with the most exquisite carving techniques and the blessing of permanent magic, which adds a touch of humanity to this book-filled tower. The wizards passing by are talking and laughing. Looking at the sculpture, Nelson couldn't laugh. He looked at the base of the statue, and the name on it was written by Grindelwald himself - looking for Pythia.

"To be honest, I really appreciate your art." Andre stood in front of the Pythia sculpture with a smile, "It is said that Pythia was a witch with the gift of prophecy in ancient Greece, and it is the oldest known One of the prophets, and her deeds coincide with your demands, deconstructing theocracy and patriarchy, advocating human rights and equal rights. Coincidentally, I heard that she and the despicable Haierbo are contemporary wizards, just so It is also an enemy who will be entangled for life."

"That's not art..." Nelson argued feebly.

"Hahahaha." Andre laughed until his hair flew up, "Everyone who should come will come, let's go, let's go eat."

The two went to the usual restaurant and sat down, and ordered two magic creation world set meals, and Andre finished eating quickly, watching Nelson mechanically stuff the meal into his mouth one bite at a time.

"By the way, what happened after we left that day?" Nelson swallowed his last bite of food, quickly returned to normal, and looked at Andre with hope, "Grindelwald hasn't come back yet, has he? Has he Won't you be back in a while?"

"What else could have happened that day? Lord Grindelwald just went to scare those people away. He didn't even use any magic spells. They all threw down their armor and armor, and the shit went away." Andre snorted coldly with disdain, He called the waiter and asked for a glass of desolation, took a shallow sip, and looked at Nelson, "I think you are quite smart at ordinary times, why do you always hold some unrealistic fantasies, if Master Grindelwald did not come back , who do you think erected the sculpture at your door?"

"Oh..." Nelson smacked his mouth.

"Don't worry, Lord Grindelwald appreciates you very much." Andre glanced at the sculpture outside, drank the glass of alcoholic drink called "Ton Ton", and added at the end, "...with you the art of."

"I didn't!" Nelson protested with common sense, then retracted his head resentfully, remembering his aborted escape plan, and at this moment regretted not following White's advice, "Why are you in the French Ministry of Magic? How did you find out?" mine?"

"You are still too inexperienced in society." Andre swallowed the last sip, called the waiter to refill his glass, then leaned on the back of the chair and pointed, "You and your friend went to France, and he said he wanted to hide Look at it, so it means he has never been to France."

"Indeed." Nelson nodded.

"Then he should be an Englishman, and now the bus in England doesn't run long distances anymore, so if you don't go back from France, if you don't get a Muggle visa and go back by boat like you, there are only two ways." He held out two fingers Shaking his head, "Go to the Ministry of Magic to borrow a fireplace, or find someone to appear as an attendant. He will definitely not...can't do such a long-distance Apparition."

The world is full of surprises, and Andre also considered his wording.

"So how did you know we'd be at the Ministry then?"

"Well, it's actually a coincidence. I went to step on the site." Andre saw that he couldn't make it up anymore, so he shrugged, "By the way, I went to talk about some business."

"Spot? What are you going to do?" Nelson asked vigilantly, "Business? Are you still doing business with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Hey, how do you say it? The famous Muggle Marx once said that when the profit reaches 300%, they dare to risk hanging! So what's wrong with doing business with saints?" Ann Dere took the waiter's refill and said, "Besides, I'm not some evil dark wizard. I just resell some alchemy products occasionally. Otherwise, what do you think Nurmengard's infrastructure relies on?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Nelson didn't expect Andre to be such a character. When he saw the bright streets around him, he couldn't help but give this incomprehensible old man a high look.

"What are you thinking?" Andre seemed to notice that Nelson's thoughts had diverged to a distant place, "You don't think I earned this, do you? I'm not John Rockefeller, so I might as well let me rob Good luck to Gringotts."

"That's right." Nelson nodded, "By the way, why do you know so much about Muggles? I was born in Muggles, and I don't know as many famous Muggles as you do."

"I just lived longer." Andre's old face put on a disillusioned expression again, "And didn't I tell you? Before I became a saint, I was a professor at the Department of Literature at Heidelberg University."

"..."

"Haha, I didn't see it."

"I really don't see it," Nelson tried his best to connect this hideous face covered with scars with a well-dressed and well-dressed professor, but in the end he failed. He couldn't help but use honorifics, "I didn't expect you So knowledgeable."

"What do you know? Although I have a whole body of literary theory, I have never published any works." Andre blushed, and lowered his head in disappointment, "Although I have been teaching for decades, I have never taught a future scholar. students who become true writers."

"Then why did you become... a saint in the end?" Nelson was a little curious about his story.

"It's better not to say 'you'." Andre's shoulders trembled. "It sounds strange...but this is another very long story. Let me tell you again when I have a chance."

"Um."

"Go back and pack your luggage." Andre got up and walked towards the door, and Nelson followed quickly. "After watching Dumbledore's trial, we should do something serious."

"Where are we going?" Nelson asked, "so I can get ready."

"We're going to Poland." Andre pushed open the door of the hotel and said, "You'd better be careful, there are quite a few Muggle guerrillas there now, don't be blown away by Muggle stray bullets, that's true It will go down in history."

"Are they all going?"

"White and Zweig come with us, Barry has other things to get done."

"Is he going to find the Deathly Hallows again?" Nelson recalled the tragedy when he first met Barry.

"That's right." Andre paused, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Maybe I have to rescue him from the Muggles again after a while."

"..." The two fell into an embarrassing silence trying to hold back their laughter.

"I'll take you here." Andre stood under the statue of Pythia in front of the library, pointing to the iron chain on Pythia's wrist and said, "Zweig told Mr. Grindelwald that you are not Apparated, so he cast something like a Portkey on this chain, do you have anything important on you? Something you wouldn't lose if you lost yourself."

"Let me think about it..." Nelson thought for a moment, and took out the cane that Jonas left him from his pocket.

"..." Andre's pupils vibrated, "I've never seen anyone use the No Trace Stretch Curse like this, don't you think it's heavy?"

While slandering, he brought Nelson's cane, tapped the little sun in Pythia's hand with it, muttered something, and after a while, handed back the slightly hot cane.

"No matter where you are in the future, you just need to hold it and say 'Pythia', and you will come back here - if you poke the little sun with it downstairs, you can go back to the room directly."

"Thank you." Nelson took the cane and was about to poke the little sun.

"Wait." Seeing him turn around, Andre squeezed out a ferocious smile, "Don't you want to know what sentence the Wizengamot gave Dumbledore?"

"What did the Wizengamot end up with Dumbledore?"

"The original sentence is upheld." Andre smiled even brighter, "But in view of his record of repelling Lord Grindelwald and protecting the safety of members of the Wizengamot and wizards from all over the world, he has made atonement, listen Says he's going to be reinstated next week with the Order of Merlin, Second Class."

"..." Nelson stabbed the little sun in Pythia's hand with the amber on the top of the cane, and muttered, "It's so boring."

"This is it." Seeing Nelson's disappearing figure, Andre grinned loudly, "This is, for the greater good."

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