My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Auschwitz is an ordinary town. It is not too big or small. It is neither prosperous nor dilapidated. It is not famous or so unknown. In peaceful times, it is responsible for transporting land and sea goods for Krakow, the geographic center of Europe. Responsibilities, and now, the exchange of military supplies seems to be more lively.

There are many towns like it in Europe, built around the mountains and rivers. There are churches and government buildings in the center of the city. Some old towns will also build a theater next to it. Anyway, as long as you have seen a small town in Europe, then You can basically understand the appearance of other small towns.

"What an ordinary town."

Nelson grasped the railings, the residential buildings in the town were intact, and the scene of peace was shining dots of light. There were also young people in twos and threes strolling under the street lights. The night market in the southeast corner of the town was also open, and there were vendors inside They are all good too.

"Maybe the only thing unusual is their clothes." He shook his head. The buildings in Auschwitz were full of German officers. The young people walking on the streets were actually soldiers on patrol. The night market in the southeast corner was actually The construction site is in full swing, but the original residents here buried their heads in the cold night digging the foundation. On this foundation where the grand plan is faintly visible, prisons and graves for them will soon be erected-in the town Before the people built their homes by themselves, they had to wronged them to sleep outside.

"They are very efficient," White said approvingly. "This saves us a lot of time. I have to say that this idea of ​​letting the prisoners dig their graves is very genius... It only takes a little bit of hope to survive. It can dispel all their thoughts of resistance."

"Oh, maybe." Nelson was short of interest.

"You seem to sympathize with those Muggles?" White glanced sideways at him, jokingly, "I don't see that you are such a compassionate person."

"No," Nelson shook his head, "I am a Muggle."

"You're really interesting, isn't that saying that I was **** by Muggles on the cruise ship, I'm not even as good as Muggles." White chuckled, "How can there be such a crappy wizard."

"Your fiance." Nelson turned his head and glanced at her carelessly.

"..."

"I'm just curious," Nelson said to himself. "Why don't they resist? There are only two soldiers who are clearly assigned to guard the hundreds of people. Each of them only has a Mauser gun with an ammunition bag, except Besides, soldiers are just ordinary people."

"No, people are most afraid of people." White raised her eyebrows. She didn't agree with Nelson's point of view. "Do you have any animals that you are afraid of?"

"Me?" Nelson thought for a while. "It doesn't seem to be particularly afraid of...it's the spider. The big hairy spider makes me feel sick. Does it matter?"

He stared at White's hand warily, as if she would suddenly pull a spider out of her pocket.

"Did you know? In the last century, a total of 27 wizards in the world died of poisonous spiders, including being bitten and dying from their venom through other means," White said in great detail, making Nelson's heart faint. Seeing Nelson's appearance, she curled her lips and said, "I still know these poisons, but it's not important... The numbers just sounded a lot, but you can imagine how many wizards died in the hands of wizards. ?"

Nelson's face became solemn, and he felt shocked after thinking about it. How could other creatures kill humans at a speed faster than their counterparts?

"It looks like you want to understand." Huai Jiao nodded and looked at the small town below the mountain, "This is all commonplace."

"But...what about the massacre?"

"I haven't experienced a slaughter, but is it a slaughter? It's just asking them to repair the house." White yawned, "It's nothing good, go back."

In a short while, a dangling broom carried two wizards flying towards the moon, and finally landed on the balcony of an old castle, just like a scene in a fairy tale.

"Did you originally travel on a broomstick?" Coincidentally, Luo Lian was standing on the balcony watching the stars. "Would you like to pour you some water? Riding a broomstick in the sky will make your mouth dry."

"Thank you, no need." White declined politely and asked, "Ms. Lorrian can't ride a broomstick? You can try it. You will be obsessed with the feeling of flying in the sky."

"Haha, I understand." She pointed to the puppy who was napping in her arms, speaking in a low voice for fear of disturbing it, "I have Dinkas, and he doesn't fly too slowly~"

"Think about it." Nelson recalled the rapid leaping to the horizon when Dinkas was still in the form of a dragon, and cast an enviable look at Lorian.

"Go back to bed. The fireplace is just right. It's cooling down recently."

...

"It's getting colder and colder."

Sophomores can already come and go freely in Hogsmeade on weekends. At the door of the two broomstick bars, Tom is standing in the snow with a scarf and covering his mouth with his hands.

A group of young Slytherins surrounded him. Looking around, there were more than 30 young figures, more than the Slytherins who participated in the night tour rally last year. In a year, Tom did not spend much. Mind to run his own small club.

"There are more and more people." He thought with satisfaction, and was suddenly shaken by a snowflake that got into his collar.

"Riddle, I have dragon leather gloves here, I don't know..."

"Thank you, Abbot." Tom patted the snow on his shoulders, opened the curtain, and walked into the bar.

George Caro, Tom’s roommate, ran to the bar first, took out his purse and shouted: "Open a box for us, and then take three dozen--"

"Sorry sir." The bartender poked his head from under the bar. He interrupted Carlo's speech, glanced roughly at the number of people in the group, and said, "Our bar is under renovation these days, and there are only outside seats."

"Riddle..." Carlo took a look at the bar, and saw that it was full of construction materials. He turned around to look at Tom in a panic, "We...they, there is no..."

"What's the rush? Why don't you even know what to say, what it looks like..." Tom squinted his eyes and looked in, and then turned away neatly. A group of people gathered behind him and gathered in the street, Tom thought. After thinking about it, I walked towards Hogwarts, "I remember there was a tavern on the way to Hogwarts. The sanitation there was a bit poor, but there were very few people. Let's go there..."

A group of people walked around and stood in front of a dusty bar on the edge of Hogsmeade, but it was also being renovated... it even looked messier than the renovated private room with two broomsticks. On the old signboard, almost all the letters were deducted, and only the word "Bar" remained on the door lintel.

The door under the signboard was also removed, leaving only an empty doorway where you can directly see the dusty tables, chairs and benches inside. Tom tentatively asked: "Is anyone there?"

"Yes." A thin old man with sparse hair stood up behind the stained bar. He was quite clean. "Are you here for something to drink?"

"Are there any boxes? We want to find a warmer place for a drink, and there are more people."

"Oh, even if you don't say it, I would recommend you to go to the box. There happens to be a box in the bar that is not messed up." The old man nodded, "What do you want to drink?"

"Butter beer, do you have it?"

"You..." The old man took out a pair of gold glasses from his chest pocket and put it on the bridge of his nose, looking at the group of people entering the bar, "You are students of Hogwarts, no wonder, then you can only Drink butter beer, this is the only non-alcoholic drink here."

"The butter beers are piled over there," he raised his arms and pointed to the wooden boxes on the corner of the wall, and said in a dazed tone, "you all take it and drink it. Just give it some money."

"It won't be less for you." Tom winked, and soon a few attentive young men ran to carry the boxes. He took out his wallet and roughly calculated the price of the boxes of butter beers. He looked at the boss and asked. , "Is this shop closed? I'm still here for the first time."

"Open, it's just that I want to sell the shop." The old man said bitterly. "My son always wants me to move to Devonshire to live with their family. He only found a buyer a few days ago. No, it's right away. Going away."

"What's the name of this bar?"

"The signs are all removed, and the name is gone." The old man still twisted his bitter melon face, chattering like every old man would do, "As for the buyer, I don't know what it is called, I I don’t even know if there will be any more bars here...but if there are no bars, it would be a pity. I’ll ask when the buyer comes in the afternoon.”

"Why do you have to open a bar?" Tom asked curiously, "Anything to say?"

"It's nothing, but it was a bar hundreds of years ago." The old man explained, "When I ordered it from the previous boss, he told me that this was the headquarters of the goblin insurrection and it was considered a historical site. From then on, it was a bar."

The old man's brows suddenly stretched out, revealing an expression that suddenly realized after being deceived, "I said, no wonder business has not been good for decades, how unlucky this is... I must remind the buyer."

"Tsk tusk." Looking at the old man's self-talking back, Tom sighed and got into the box.

"Today, we are learning Iron Armor Curse." Tom sat on the top of the long table, tapped the table with one hand, took a sip of the poured butter beer that Carlo handed over, "This is when Gnar and I were just in the first grade. A magic that can be easily cast when I enrolled in school. I didn't expect anyone in the second grade who knew nothing about spells."

The next classmates put on a student posture and bowed their heads in shame.

"What shocks me even more is that my brothers, as young wizards from a noble pure-blood family, always want to sit back and enjoy their lives and neglect to exercise their magic..." Tom recalled that politicians came to the orphanage to condolences. Shi speaks, shaking his head and saying, "I think I need to provide you with a little help... Start with the simplest defensive magic of the Iron Armor Curse. After all, you can only use other magic if you are alive."

He looked around, watching the expectant eyes that everyone cast at him, and gently said the last words that everyone was looking forward to:

"After laying the foundation, we can carry out some more in-depth learning... For example, some small magic and small evil spells that everyone is interested in. I believe this will be better than the ones we learned in school. Rust's spell is much more useful."

In learning, everyone has their own habits and high efficiency that is suitable for their own learning habits. When these little snakes are most efficient, they gather around someone to study—such as in the classroom or now.

Between the cups, even if Butterbeer is a non-alcoholic beverage, some people's faces are already drunk, stroking the iron armor released by their own hands, and they can't help but cast their enthusiastic eyes on the front with a smile and light wind. The ground is for a first-year freshman to explain Tom.

Wealth, power, and status are too far away from them. For children studying at Hogwarts, nothing is more attractive than learning a curse that can invite credit to their parents, show off to partners, and be rewarded by teachers.

"Deng... Dumbledore is here." Avery, who was called by Tom to order some snacks, hurried in and pushed the door frame of the box in a panic, and said breathlessly, "Dumbledore The professor came suddenly, did he find us?!"

"What did he find out about you? Did he find you copying your homework? Do you think you are a dark wizard?" Tom frowned and looked at him. "A group of us, on the weekend, come to Hogsmeade for some non-alcoholic drinks. , Is there any problem? At most, these first-year students shouldn't be here, but what about it?"

"What are we learning together? It's the Iron Armor Curse, not the Killing Curse Avery, why are you not calm at all?" Tom straightened his collar, walked out of the box with his head high, and closed the door. Will him."

As soon as the door was closed, Tom saw Dumbledore's lanky figure. He was lying in front of the bar writing something, and he immediately greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Aberforth, do you know this too?"

"Tom?" Dumbledore turned to ~www.NovelMTL.com~ seemingly surprised to meet Tom here, he blinked and squeezed a word from his dry throat, "Long time no see."

Tom's forward step stopped. He stood there, his lips tightly pressed, and a few words popped out between his teeth, "Professor Dumbledore? Why are you here?"

"I'm glad you can still think of me. It seems that you and my brother are getting along well." Dumbledore turned completely, and he lowered his head to face Tom. "I want to give him a gift that his brother should give. Thinking about going there, I think a bar should be a good choice."

"Perhaps." Tom looked at Dumbledore's haggard and gray face with a stiff expression. "Professor, are you ready to go back to school?"

"No, my teaching level may not be as good as Aberforth." Dumbledore laughed self-deprecatingly. "Don't worry, I will not go back and interfere with the normal teaching schedule."

"Oh..." Tom nodded, and Dumbledore turned around and continued to lay down on the bar to play up his own affairs.

After a few minutes, when Tom was a little unstoppable, Dumbledore suddenly asked:

"How is he... recently? I saw you two in the Muggle newspaper in Paris..." My classmate who was jumping to Hogwarts was the number one in Voldemort's 99th Death Eater. This serious party is actually studying the Iron Armor Curse? Green Reading-My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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