My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Auschwitz is an ordinary town, neither big nor small, neither prosperous nor dilapidated, neither famous nor so unknown. In peaceful times, it was responsible for transshipment of land and sea goods for Krakow, the geographic center of Europe. Duty, but now, the military supplies coming and going seem to be more lively.

There are many towns like it in Europe, built by mountains and rivers, with churches and government buildings in the center of the city, and some old towns will 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.

"It's an unremarkable town."

Nelson held on to the railings. The residential buildings in the town were intact. It was a peaceful scene. There were lights flickering in the stars. There were also young people in twos and threes strolling under the street lights on the street. The night market in the southeast corner of the town was also open, and the vendors inside were doing business. Both are good too.

"Maybe the only unusual thing is their clothes." He shook his head. The buildings in Auschwitz were full of German officers, and the young people walking on the streets were actually patrolling soldiers. The construction site is in full swing, but the original residents here are digging the foundation in the cold night. On this foundation with a faintly visible grand plan, there will soon be prisons and tombs prepared for them - in the town Before the villagers built their homes with their own hands, they had to be wronged to sleep outside.

"They're very efficient." White said approvingly, "This can save us a lot of time. I have to say that this idea of ​​letting the captives dig their own graves is a genius... just a little bit of hope of surviving, It will dispel all their thoughts of resistance."

"Oh, maybe." Nelson said less interestedly.

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

"No," Nelson shook his head, "I'm a Muggle."

"You're so interesting, isn't that saying that I was tied up by Muggles on the cruise ship, and I'm even worse than Muggles." White chuckled, "How can there be such a crappy wizard?"

"Your fiancé." Nelson turned his head, casting a casual glance at her.

"..."

"I'm just curious," Nelson said to himself, "why didn't they resist? There were only two soldiers who were assigned to guard a few hundred people, and each of them only had a Mauser with an ammunition pouch. Besides, soldiers are just ordinary people."

"No, people are the most afraid of people." White raised her eyebrows, she did not agree with Nelson's point of view, "Do you have any animals that you are afraid of?"

"Me?" Nelson thought for a while, "I don't think there's anything I'm particularly afraid of... just spiders, those big hairy spiders make me sick, what's the matter?"

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

"Did you know? In the last century, a total of twenty-seven wizards around the world died from poisonous spiders, including being bitten and dying from their venom through other means," White said in detail, making Nelson feel terrified. Seeing Nelson's appearance, she curled her lips and said, "I know a lot about these poisons, but it's not important... The number just now sounds a lot, but can you imagine how many wizards died at the hands of wizards?" ?"

Nelson's face became serious. After thinking about it, he felt horrified. How could other creatures kill humans faster than their own kind?

"It seems that you have figured it out." White nodded, looking at the small town down the mountain, "This is all commonplace."

"But... what about the massacre?"

"I haven't experienced massacres, but does this count as massacres? Just let them repair the house." White yawned, "It's nothing to see, go back."

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

"Did you guys travel on broomsticks?" Coincidentally, Lori Ann was standing on the balcony looking at the stars. "Shall I get you some water to drink? Riding a broomstick in the sky will make your mouth dry."

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

"Haha, I understand." She pointed to the dozing puppy in her arms, speaking in a low voice so as not to disturb it, "I have Dinkas, and he flies fast~"

"Thinking about it, it should be." Nelson recalled Dinkas leaping to the sky in one step when he was still in dragon form, and cast an envious look at Lori Ann.

"Go back to sleep, the fireplace is burning just right, and it's cooling down recently."

...

"It's really getting colder."

Second-year students are free to come and go in and out of Hogsmeade on weekends. At the door of Two Broomsticks, Tom is standing in the snow wearing a scarf and covering his mouth with his hands, breathing.

A group of young Slytherins surrounded him. Looking around, there were more than 30 young people, more than the Slytherins who participated in the parade last year. In a year, Tom did not lose money Think about running your own small community.

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

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

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

Tom's roommate, George Caro, ran to the bar first, took out his purse and shouted, "Open us a box, and get three dozen—"

"Sorry sir." The bartender poked his head out from under the bar counter. 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 we only have outside seats."

"Riddle..." Carlo glanced into the bar, and sure enough, he saw that the building materials were piled up there. He turned around and looked at Tom in a panic, "We...they, there is no..."

"What's the rush? Why can't you even speak? What does it look like..." Tom squinted his eyes and looked inside, then turned around and left quickly. A group of people followed him and gathered on the street, Tom thought After thinking about it, he 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..."

The group walked to a dusty bar on the edge of Hogsmeade and stood there, but it was also being renovated... It even looked messier than the private room under renovation at the Two Broomsticks , on the old signboard, almost all the letters have been deducted, leaving only the word "Bar" on the lintel.

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

"Yes." Behind the stained bar stood a skinny old man with thinning hair. He was quite clean, "Would you like to have something to drink?"

"Is there a box? We want to find a warmer place to have some drinks, and there are more people."

"Oh, even if you don't tell me, I'll recommend you to go to the box. There happens to be a box in the bar that hasn't been messed up." The old man nodded, "What do you want to drink?"

"Butter beer, is there?"

"You..." The old man took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his breast pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, looking at the group of people who entered the bar, "You are students of Hogwarts, no wonder, then you can only Butterbeer, the only non-alcoholic drink here."

"The butter beer is piled over there," he raised his arm and pointed to a few wooden boxes by the corner, and said with a sense of loss, "You all take it and drink it, just give me some money."

"I won't lose your money." Tom winked, and soon a few diligent young men ran to carry the boxes. He took out his wallet, roughly calculated the price of the boxes of butter beer, looked at the boss and asked , "Is this store closed? It's my first time here."

"Yes, it's just that I'm going to sell the store." The old man said with a bitter face, "My son always wants me to move to Devonshire to live with their family. I only found a buyer a few days ago. No, I will soon going to move."

"What's the name of this bar?"

"The signboards are all taken down, so the name is gone." The old man still wrinkled his bitter face, and babbled like every old man would do, "As for what the buyer wants to call it, I don't know. I don't even know if the bar will continue to open here...but if it doesn't open, it's a pity, I'll ask when the buyer comes in the afternoon."

"Why do you have to open a bar?" Tom asked curiously, "Is there any explanation?"

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

The old man's brows suddenly widened, showing an expression of sudden realization after being cheated, "I said, no wonder the business has not been good for decades, how unlucky it is...I must remind the buyer."

"Tsk tsk." Tom looked at the back of the old man leaving talking to himself, sighed, and got into the box.

"Today, we are learning the Iron Armor Curse." Tom sat at the head of the long table, tapped the table with one hand, took a sip of the butter beer that Carlo handed over, "This is me and Gnar just after the first grade." You can easily cast magic when you are in school, I never thought that there would be someone in the second grade who still knows a little about spells."

The students of the same class at the bottom lowered their heads in shame, posing as students.

"What shocked me even more was that my brothers, as young wizards from noble pure-blood families, always wanted to sit back and reap the rewards, neglecting to exercise their own magic..." Tom recalled that when political leaders came to the orphanage to express condolences Speaking in a manner of speaking, he shook his head and said, "I think it is necessary for me to provide a little help for everyone... Let's start with the Iron Armor Curse, the simplest defensive magic. After all, you can only cast other magic if you are alive."

He looked around, staring at the expectant eyes that everyone cast on him, and gently said the last words that everyone expected:

"After laying a good foundation, we can carry out some more in-depth studies... such as some small magic and small curses that everyone is interested in, I believe this will be better than the ones we learned in school. Rust spells are much more useful."

Learning, everyone has their own habits and high efficiency applicable to their own learning habits, but when this group of little snakes are most efficient, they gather around someone to study—such as classrooms, or like now.

Between cups and cups, even though butter beer is a non-alcoholic drink, some people's faces are already showing drunkenness, stroking the iron armor released by themselves, they can't help turning their fanatical gazes to the smiling, calm and calm front. Tom explaining to a freshman.

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

"Deng... Dumbledore is here." Avery, who was called by Tom to order some snacks, hurriedly pushed the door and ran in, holding the door frame of the box in a panic, and said out of breath, "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're a dark wizard?" Tom frowned at him. "A group of us, on weekends, come to Hogsmeade for non-alcoholic drinks , is there any problem? At most, these first graders should not be here, but so what?"

"What are we studying together? It's the Iron Armor Curse, not the Killing Curse, Avery. Why aren't you calm at all?" Tom straightened his collar, walked out of the box with his head held high, and closed the door behind him, "I'll go to the meeting meet him."

As soon as the door closed, Tom saw Dumbledore's slender figure. He was leaning over the bar and writing something. He immediately went up to him with a smile on his face, "Mr. Aberforth, do you know this place too?"

"Tom?" Dumbledore turned around, as if he was surprised to meet Tom here, he blinked, and said, "Long time no see."

Tom's forward steps stopped. He stood in place, tightly pursed his lips, and said a few words through his teeth, "Professor Dumbledore? Why are you here?"

"I'm glad you can still think of me. It seems that you and my brother get along well." Dumbledore turned around completely, and he lowered his head, facing Tom, "I want to give him a gift that a brother should give, After thinking about it, I think a bar should be a good choice.”

"Maybe." Tom looked stiffly at Dumbledore's haggard, gray-bearded face. "Professor, are you ready to go back to school?"

"No, my teaching level may not be as high as that of Aberforth." Dumbledore smiled self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry, I still won't go back and interfere with the normal teaching progress."

"Oh..." Tom nodded, and Dumbledore also turned around and continued to work on his own affairs lying on the bar.

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

"How's he... how? I saw you two in the Muggle papers in Paris..."

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