My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Can you wait until I finish eating?"

Nelson shrank his head like an ostrich, looking at the steaming fish soup on the table, the "da da" sound of the hard soles colliding with the wooden floor stopped when he approached, and was replaced by hobbled steps like an octogenarian Voice.

"Long time no see, Nelson."

Nelson looked up and saw Barry, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, pull a bright smile on his pale face.

"Barry, why is it you? I thought..." Nelson moved to the side to make room for Barry. He held Barry's arm and led him to sit next to him, "Andre told me In your case, you should take a good rest."

"You have to come out to get some air," Barry maintained his smile, and reached out to pat a hand on his shoulder. Nelson looked up, and the owner of the hard-soled shoes appeared in his field of vision. In Barry's eyes, Expressing peace of mind, "Don't worry, White is with me."

Nelson hurriedly asked the shopkeeper to add a chair to White, and said apologetically, "Actually, I'm going to see you tomorrow, but I didn't expect to trouble you to make a trip."

"Anyway, I don't have anything to do. I will learn a lot from a pit, even if I don't dare to run outside..." Barry shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "It's mainly because Zweig asked me to come to you. I heard that In order to avoid him, you dare not even accept the letter."

"Who knows if there will be a portkey in the envelope." Nelson pouted, and added tableware for Barry and White.

"This is really something he can do," Barry said, rubbing his chin. "He was indeed attacked by a portkey in a letter... But then again, why are you so afraid of him? I think you get along well. Pretty good."

"The main reason is that the group of people under him are really annoying," Nelson put on a painful expression, "When I was in Krakow, a wizard had to report to me three times a day about his work. "

"Isn't that very responsible?"

"Each report has several thousand words," Nelson rubbed his head. "I seriously suspect that he has a group of writers who help him write reports every day."

"Hiss..." Barry gasped, as if the wound on his body was affected, causing him to twitch his mouth, "This is too scary."

"So I sent him to Antarctica to study magic penguins."

"That's a good idea." Barry exclaimed.

"I hope you can feel the same after listening to me," Nelson waved his hand, "After moving to Antarctica, that guy still reports three times a day, and now I even know the penguin population and their magic well...even if I've never seen a real penguin."

"Hahaha..." Barry covered his stomach and laughed, but the laughter touched the wound on his body again, causing him to cry out in pain. White sat beside Barry and stroked his back, finally letting the wounded recover. When he came over, he clutched his stomach and said angrily, "Speaking of which, he is quite dedicated."

"Speaking of professionalism," White teased, who helped Barry calm down, "Zweig told me that you didn't even notify him the day before you returned to school."

"But I informed him that day."

"He said that you were still taking the team to the British Ministry of Magic to collect the final payment," White snapped his fingers, and said in detail, "I heard that you threw them all at the customs gate, and then ran away alone, and brought a The tail of the Ministry of Magic."

"Looks like an Auror was following me," Nelson scratched his head, "but I brushed him off."

"You also left a lot of unprocessed documents, and took away Zweig's official seal."

"Those documents were from a year ago, and I also sent him the official seal."

"So your files from a year ago aren't even processed?"

"Let's talk about the Aurors..." Nelson looked at Barry and said hastily, "The important thing is Barry, how are you doing now? Is the situation stable?"

"Stability?" Barry covered his stomach and shook his head. "I don't know what stability is, but Lord Grindelwald said that I won't have to worry about death other than accidental death for at least ten years."

"That's a good thing." Nelson glanced at Nagini who was sitting across from him picking up a fishbone from the corner of his eye, and asked in a low voice, "What about that? How did you deal with it?"

"In that regard—" Barry replied after pondering for a moment, "At present, I am not completely a silent person. Lord Grindelwald told me that he has seen a precedent. Through that person's experience, he can forcibly Help me suppress the uncontrollable magic power, but if we want to really solve it, besides the breakthroughs that luck brings us, more needs my own desire to survive... To be honest, I don’t really understand it.”

"It should be that you need to fight emotions with your emotions," Nelson rubbed his chin, guessing, "I have some guesses and information about the Obscure recently, and I need to find an opportunity to communicate with Grindelwald."

"Well, I'll tell him," Barry nodded, took out a note from his pocket, handed it to Nelson, and said, "The note Zweig left for you, don't worry, I checked it, it's not a port key .”

"Huh? Is something wrong with the Black family?"

Nelson took the note suspiciously. The moment he was about to open the note, he felt a hook grabbing his navel. Immediately afterwards, Nelson felt the feeling of being stuffed into a hard water pipe. The surrounding scene Get psychedelic.

"Barry, I remember." He resignedly said a harsh word. With one last glance, he saw the smiling Barry pick up his wand and touch it in his hand. With thickly bandaged hands, Nelson could only look at Tom, "I'll pick you up later, you can be in Nurmengard—"

Before the words fell, Nelson disappeared in place.

"Where did you get him?" Tom held the fork in his right hand and the wand in his left. He stood up from the chair with a "squeak" and pointed his hands at Barry.

"Don't worry, it's okay, Nelson should let me show you around." Barry also stood up while leaning on the corner of the table, and stretched out his hand to Tom, "Mr. Riddle, we should have met once, in fact, I always I heard him talking about you, but I haven't had a chance to chat with you yet, it seems that you are finished eating, let's go, we can have a good chat... By the way, thank you for taking care of Nelson."

"Huh?" Tom hesitated for a moment, flipped his wrist, inserted the fork in his right hand down into the bread on the table, put away his wand, and gently shook Barry's hand, "It should be to thank you for taking care of Gnar .”

"Haha," Barry shrugged, "Speaking of which, he takes care of me more."

Tom and Barry stared at each other for a long time, until Nagini's voice interrupted the silence in the store, "You just seemed to say that you used to be... an obscurant?"

...

"Nelson, here you come."

As soon as Nelson landed, a thick male voice came from in front of him. He raised his head and saw Zweig standing in the spotlight in his suit, surrounded by a large number of wizards in black robes and hoods. big.

Although they stood loosely, they were vaguely surrounded. Nelson could imagine with his butt that they definitely set an anti-apparition spell here.

Zweig had his hands behind his back and his back was facing Nelson. His big bald head full of complicated runes was shining brightly under the spotlight. Nelson took a closer look and saw that they were in the hub of Krakow at this moment. Except for the spotlight above their heads, There are also three bookshelves filling the entire wall. This is the 200-square-meter office that Nelson used to have. Not far away is a messy desk that maintains the state before he left.

"I don't want to come." Nelson said helplessly.

"But you're still here." Zweig's tone remained unchanged, but Nelson could clearly hear a hint of teasing and chuckle.

"What can I do?"

Nelson shrugged his shoulders, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to wrap around Zweig's shoulder, and rubbed his hand against his big bald head. Zweig's tense expression quickly relaxed, and he stretched out his fist to punch him. Tapping Nelson's shoulder, he showed a bright smile.

"Nelson, seriously," Zweig said, looking around, "I still can't believe you've read so many books."

"What are you thinking? Of course I haven't finished reading it," Nelson said, curling his lips. "In fact, you only need to read a quarter of it, and you can understand the contents of all the books in this room, most of the academic books. Works are all in the process of carrying, cutting and translating, and I am more like a worker responsible for sorting garbage than a reader.”

"I see," Zweig nodded, and the surrounding wizards scattered, he tilted his head in the direction of the office door, and said, "Let's go, I have finished receiving the British wizards you brought. , all that needs to be said has been said.”

"How?" Nelson walked towards the door and asked curiously.

"I didn't expect..." Zweig hesitated to speak.

"Didn't expect anything? Didn't you expect your comrades to exist in the UK?"

"What comrades? They're just a group of speculators holding pocketbooks, but they're worth attracting. I just didn't expect you to be such a responsible person," Zweig said, rubbing the back of Nelson's head. "I always thought that your work attitude was very poor. Barry once said that this is a common problem with genius wizards like you."

"It is indeed sick." Nelson agreed very much, "It takes a genius wizard to say such a thing."

"If Barry didn't do that, he might still be a wizard like you," Zweig looked at Nelson. "Speaking of which, how is your Patronus practicing? Our people reported some time ago that you What kind of badge does the spell have at the British Ministry of Magic? Let me see."

"I can't see it," Nelson shook his head and explained, "My patron saint has had some problems recently, and this is all I can do now."

He waved his wand, and a silver mist sprayed from the tip of the wand.

"What's the problem?" Zweig asked worriedly, "It's not a trivial matter for the patron saint to have a problem."

"It shouldn't be a bad thing," Nelson shrugged, "It's related to another kind of magic. I'm about to talk to Grindelwald. I recently found some secrets about the Patronus, which may help the silence in Barry. "

"It just so happens that Lord Grindelwald is waiting for you here," Zweigrey strode forward aggressively, grabbing Nelson's wrist, "I'll take you to find him."

...

"Mr. Riddle, don't worry, Zweig can't do anything to Nelson. He also told me that Nelson was only called for the British wizard you brought, but Nelson always avoided him, so I had to This is the worst plan." On the tram in Nurmengard, Barry sat opposite Tom and said with relief, "Among us, he has the best relationship with Nelson, but he is just dissatisfied with his work attitude."

"Work attitude?" These words made Tom and Nagini even more worried, "What kind of work did he do? Is it dangerous?"

"Actually, I didn't do anything, I just stared at Krakow. You must have passed there when you came here. That place means a lot to us," Barry explained, "so we have to let a trustworthy person stare at it. In fact, he usually goes to school in the United States, and only returns there on weekends and holidays."

"Trustworthy person?" Tom looked at Barry suspiciously.

"Leaving aside our personal relationship, everyone thinks that Nelson is not very suitable for this kind of work. This is not a prejudice, it's just related to...his identity," Barry said, spreading his hands, "But Grindelwald The adults trusted him and gave him a lot of power. We were puzzled at first, but then we found out that Nelson did a great job. A casual sentence from him can greatly improve the efficiency of the hub, as if he was born Understand these knowledge to make transportation and management more efficient - as a prophet like an adult, Nelson may have seen the development of these things in the future."

Seeing Tom's eyebrows raised higher and higher, Barry summed it up in one sentence, "No one can do better than him except always doing some weird things!"

"strange things?"

"Yeah, he took pleasure in torturing Muggles—those garrisons and their minions," Barry recounted in an anecdote. Waiting for reasons to order them to dismantle the fortifications they just built, or let go of the captives they finally caught as experimental materials, watching them laugh at all kinds of things, many wizards under him said This is because their Lord Wertning has a distorted mind, and in my opinion, this is nothing more than a normal thing."

The tram slowed down and stopped slowly. Barry didn't continue talking, but pointed to the huge black building like a multi-layered cake outside the window, and introduced in the tone of a professional tour guide, "Numenga The raw material distribution center of the German magic factory - this is still Nelson's planning and naming. The magic industrial zone is behind this building. After it is completed, our daily production efficiency has increased by more than three times. The raw materials are transferred through Krakow Afterwards, they will be sent here in a unified manner, and then sorted and then shipped to factories in different links, please, this is our first stop."