My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I love fine wine, and I love my girls even more!"

"Only she can make me happy~"

"I'm not alone...there's wine in the glass."

"And my girl is with me."

"Thoughts are free!"

"Are we going up like this?" On the platform of Berlin Railway Station, Nelson was standing next to the train that was about to depart, and he asked Andre next to him as he heard the singing from the military column in the distance.

"Of course." Andre walked up the folded stairs next to the carriage, and handed a note to the military police checking beside the carriage, "We have gone through the formal procedures."

"My lord!" Seeing the note, the gendarme immediately broke free from his lazy attitude. He raised his right foot and slammed it to his left foot. Arms, fingers together and forward, shouted, "Long live!"

"Okay, long live, long live..." Andre squeezed in from him impatiently, and ordered, "Find us an empty carriage."

"Okay, my lord!" The military police started, looked at the people behind Andre, and then at Nelson, who was wearing a neat uniform, stepped forward and leaned slightly, "Sir, let me help you with your luggage! "

"Oh? Ah?" Nelson was taken aback. After confirming that there was no one around, he realized that he was talking about himself. He shook his shoulders in flattery, and handed him the suitcase full of clothes, "Thank you."

The military police led the way with a box, and Nelson followed Andre, asking in a low voice, "What is your piece of paper? Did you use the confusion spell?"

"That's a certificate issued by the top leaders of the Communist Party. It's genuine." Andre casually threw the certificate into Nelson's hands. He picked it up and looked at it. It read: Senior Adviser of Special Operations Forces, Major General Andre.

"..." Nelson carefully stuffed the documents into Andre's pocket. This position had reached the peak of Tom's imagination during the orphanage period. In his vision, he could defect to the German government with special functions and then serve in the army. Suffering in the system, finally reached the rank of major general, and reached the pinnacle of life... Nelson looked at the childhood dream of his little friend, and suddenly felt a little disillusioned, "Did you cast the confusion spell on the high-level people?"

"Why do you always think that I used the confusion spell on someone?" Andre was amused, and he explained, "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet, the Muggles in Germany are influenced by us, and these documents are ours. Identity within the system—using magical powers to achieve the goal of world domination, at least that mustache thinks so."

"But I think he's talking nonsense." White followed up and joined the conversation between the two. She sneered, "I feel that he is a little confused about the situation. How can less than 80 million people conquer the world?"

"It can't be his fault, after all, magic has given him too much self-confidence." Andre shrugged, "You have to understand that Muggles' imaginations are always lacking."

"But it's not only Germany that has wizards in the world..."

"Oh, I can tell you why." Zweig, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said that Nelson always forgot his existence because of his reticence, "I was the one who contacted him at the beginning, and Andre told me that he I was very superstitious that my blood had magical powers, so I told him that magic is a unique superpower of the noble Aryans, and then..."

"He believed it?"

"That's right, he believed it..." Zweig said with some helplessness, "After we showed him a few little magic tricks, he believed it right away. I thought it would take a long time. He also creatively Added that ordinary Aryans can't cast magic mainly because the Jews mixed in with them are interfering with, uh... the magic in the air, which makes most people not have the environment to cast spells."

"But the mustache can't cast spells either?"

"No, he will." Andre said with a playful smile, "We sent someone to follow him, and whenever he wanted to cast magic, we would cast it for him with a silent spell."

"..."

"why are you laughing?"

"Sorry, I just thought it sounded like a Soviet joke."

"..."

"My lord, we are here." The military police in front took the lead through the empty carriages, walked to the door of a luxurious carriage at the front of the train, took out the key from the attendant's room to open the carriage door, and directed at Andre Shi He gave a German salute, "This carriage is specially prepared for adults like you, it is absolutely safe, please rest assured."

When Nelson walked in, a clean and tidy reception room came into view. The soft sofa was covered with white velvet. There were several bottles of good wine in the ice bucket on the table. There is a small pile of good firewood, and the neatly arranged wooden doors at the back correspond to several bedrooms. The whole section of windows is bright and clean, and it looks very spacious. One can't help but wonder how such a room can be crammed into a small compartment.

"No needles." Andre whistled, took off his coat and put it on the sofa at the door. Seeing this, the military police stuffed Nelson's box into the shelf, picked up Andre's clothes and hung them on the coat rack at the door up, looking like he's about to get a duster to dust him off.

"Okay, okay, you go about your business." Andre looked a little overwhelmed, and sent the military police away. He took out his wand and pointed to his coat, "Sweep away in a whirlwind."

"Although Muggles seem to be very inefficient in terms of life, I have to say that it is more enjoyable to have people come to provide such inefficient services." White nestled next to the small sofa closest to the fireplace, looking old Jing Hao, completely different from the crazy look when we first met.

"My mind breaks the shackles, divides the wall in two, and the mind is free..."

The singing on the platform sounded again, louder this time, and the group of soldiers got closer, as if they were going to take this train too.

"What song is this?" Nelson also followed White's example and lay down on a small sofa.

"This song is called "Thought is Free," Andrei said lazily. "It is a widely circulated German folk song, which was composed by Hoffmann von Fallersleben about a hundred years ago. It was compiled and included in the "Silesian Folk Song Collection" and widely circulated, and the whole song repeats a sentence from Cicero: 'Our thoughts are free'."

"You look like a university professor." White nestled on the sofa and covered his mouth with a smile.

"When I was teaching at Heidelberg University, in addition to literature and communication studies, I occasionally gave lectures on folk culture and classical philosophy. After all, there is no distinction between literature, history and philosophy." Andre walked to the coffee table and took a class from the ice bucket. He took out a bottle of red wine that looked very expensive, and tapped the neck of the bottle with a magic wand. The cork flew out with a "whoosh" and fell into the fire. A strong fruity aroma filled the entire compartment immediately. He poured half a glass , took a sip, feeling the unique flavor of tannins pervading in the mouth, showing an expression of the old man nostalgic for his youth, squinting his eyes and smacking his lips and said, "When I was young, I visited Farersleben, He is a poor and respectable poet, and this song is almost a memory of a generation in Germany, and I used to...I used to talk about it in class."

"Give me a drink, thank you." White raised his chin, and two goblets flew to Andre danglingly. He poured two glasses, and they floated to White and Zweig respectively. White took the glasses Tasting it, I stuck out my tongue, "Wow, it's really bad... Nelson, you'd better drink the juice. When the flight attendant comes, I'll ask him to bring a bottle of juice."

"No, thank you." Nelson asked, playing with the pillows on the sofa, "It sounds like this song is about freedom, why did they sing it?"

He pointed to the soldiers passing by outside the carriage. They were dusty and tired, but they were strictly disciplined.

"Why can't they be sung?" Andre asked back, "People always have the right to sing any song."

"But whether it's the status of a soldier or their political beliefs, it has nothing to do with freedom anyway?"

"No, it's still related—the song they sang has something to do with freedom." Andre held a cup and laughed, his throat giggling like a bellows, "This is a German joke, isn't it better than your ignorant laugh?" Where are Soviet jokes funnier?"

"I don't agree with this. Let me tell you another one. One day a teacher met a former student on the streets of Moscow..."

...

"Woo..."

Under the bombardment of Nelson's jokes in turn, the train trembled slightly, and then spewed steam and started slowly. This train was bound for Poland, and almost all of the passengers on board were soldiers and officials who were stationed there. Perhaps they were collectively referred to as officers. More appropriate, the two sides of the platform were full of family members who came to see them off. Most of them were solemn and enthusiastic, and they were deeply proud that their sons or husbands were able to participate in the glorious cause of occupying neighboring countries.

Nelson got up and went to the window to observe the crowd. He saw a single old woman standing on the platform. She should have come to see off her son. Although the old clothes she was wearing were bleached and washed, she was holding his arms. A flower basket full of petals keeps dropping petals over the roof of the car - flowers don't come cheap this season.

"Aren't they fanatical?" Andre moved behind him and joked, "Isn't it fun and incomprehensible?"

"Some." Nelson nodded, he thought of Jonas, maybe he had seen such a scene before making such a decision.

"I didn't understand it when I was young. After all, it's a war. People always die in wars. Muggle wars are not like us. There are too many magics that can be fought without bloodshed. Muggle wars are filled with life." Yes." Andre said softly, "This is still going to Poland. This wave of recruits only needs to do some simple work of cleaning the battlefield. When you see the team going out, you will be shocked. Compared with that scene , how can such a small scene be called fanaticism? The whole country is eager for war from top to bottom, and this kind of enterprise belongs only to lunatics-this is the real German joke."