My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 212 Wizards and Muggles

"Mr. Wertling, do you really think our family is a first-class big family in England?"

Borroux suddenly approached Nelson and asked back.

"Isn't it?" Nelson stared into Borrox's eyes, so close that he could even see the intense passion in those dark eyes, exactly like Alphard and Walburga's. The emotion called "ambition", these eyes will belong to many people in the future, belong to Regulus, belong to Sirius, belong to Bellatrix Lestrange, but it seems that only this kind of ambition is the most suitable these eyes.

Borlocks took a deep look at his son and daughter, and said slowly, "You seem to think that our family has a lot of money and has a strong relationship with the Ministry of Magic—"

"Isn't this beautiful enough?" Nelson interrupted him, shaking the glass, allowing the liquid to climb up the wall of the glass and then slowly slide down, and said, "I have studied the pure-blood families in England, from ancient times to the present, sacred28 Everyone is in charge of almost all the power, no matter the regime changes, no matter the times change, no matter who is sitting in the position of Minister of Magic, you can sit safely on the dry shore and sit on the throne. When you encounter danger, There will be Muggle-born wizards to fight, and when encountering difficult things, there will be gold and silver treasures to open the way for themselves, isn't this power?"

"You don't seem to understand the national conditions of the UK. Sometimes the Minister of Magic is not as good as he looks." Borlux smiled wryly, "Take the current Minister of Magic, that Hufflepuff Muggle boy as an example. Admittedly, he has some skills and vision, but he is no different from the puppet of the Wizengamot."

"The chief of the Wizengamot, Judge Shafik, is also a member of your 28 pure-blood families." Nelson shook his head and retorted.

"Yeah, the people who manipulate the Minister of Magic are simply powerful, but you haven't seen what happened to us for thousands of years."

"Please speak." Nelson made a gesture of listening attentively.

"A wizard, no matter how powerful or great a wizard is, is no different from a mouse in the corner." Borlux shook his head, "How much do you think our house is worth?"

"Should be quite expensive?" Nelson looked around, looked out the window at Grimmauld Square where there were scattered pedestrians walking, and said, "I don't know much about real estate market."

"Once, it was a priceless treasure. At that time, there was a road leading directly to Diagon Alley, and there were several wizarding family manors scattered around, and even this house had a manor many times larger than Grimmauld Square , At that time, no one envied the Black family for having such a beautiful and expensive house."

"Well, it's really beautiful." Nelson looked at the nothing wrong with the furnishings in the room except for the darkness, and it was difficult to connect it with the dirty and messy house during the Order of the Phoenix.

"But all this changed very quickly." Borroux clenched his fist, waved it twice above his head, and said, "Muggle cities are developing rapidly, and London is constantly expanding outward. Soon, our The manor is wrapped in the new city, what do you think a wizard with magic should be for Muggles?"

"A wizard? What else? A magician? A mutant? Or—"

"It's a god." Tom suddenly interjected into the topic of the two, seeing Nelson and Borroux looking at him, he waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I was just not careful..."

"That's right, Mr. Gunter," Borroux gave Tom an approving look, "I know the elders in your family, and with all due respect, they are not outstanding people. I didn't expect the Gunter family to have offspring like you."

Before Tom could respond, he turned his head, looked at Nelson, and said, "Whether in terms of wisdom, history or power, wizards in the eyes of Muggles are gods in the eyes of mortals, but have you ever seen someone hiding in hiding and being kicked out by mortals?" What about the running god? Can such a god be called a god?"

"Isn't that a requirement of the Wizarding Secrecy Act?"

"Secrecy Act... Ah, that's right, secrecy law," Borlux grinned, poured himself a full glass of wine, swallowed it in one gulp, and said with an unhealthy flush on his face, shaking his head, "My little one When I first heard about the Secrecy Act, I thought it was a great law."

"When I was a kid," Nelson asked, repeating Borroux's words, "and now?"

"Now?"

Bolux thought for a while and said, "Now I still think it is a great law. This is the deepest pity that wizards have for this world. If there are only wizards, the world will definitely fall into silence very soon. Rescuing Muggles from the inhuman massacre and torture of dark wizards and giving them a safe place is no different from the "Fantastic Beasts Protection Act" that Newt Scamander is advocating every day. We need Muggles, just as we need magical animals! But why should we be afraid of the race we protect? Master Grindelwald finally stood up to awaken the overcorrected wizarding world? Under the endless 'protection' of these idiots, Muggles even really have the ability to challenge wizards. Do we need their weapons? Even last week There was also an iron pillar filled with explosives that hit the protective shield of our house."

Nelson fell silent. He didn't know how to refute Borrox.

In the eyes of Bollux, the wizards who advocate the law of secrecy are undoubtedly some extremists who have overcorrected, just like the extreme environmentalists that Nelson had seen a long time ago. They would rather starve to death everywhere and shut down all factories. , would rather return to the era of ruthlessness and drink blood, would rather call the civilization created by human beings for thousands of years the cancer of the earth, would rather ignore those development methods that can also protect the environment, and always insist on their own point of view of one acre of three-point land, thus falling into the pointless struggle.

"I understand." Seeing that Nelson fell into silence, Borroux comforted in a voice he thought he was close to, "You were raised by Muggles, so it's normal that your way of thinking hasn't changed for a while, wait a few years You will understand the difference."

"Wait," Nelson interrupted him aloud, and the blind student finally discovered Huadian, "but Muggles and wizards are both human beings."

"How could that be?" Borroux shrugged with a smile, "How could there be individuals with such a large gap in the same species? Could it be that a little chicken can also be called a phoenix?"

"So what are Muggle-born wizards?" Nelson asked rhetorically.

Now it was Borroux's turn to be silent. He pondered for a moment and said, "These... leave it to the scholars, it's not important, but what I want to say is..."

He didn't seem to know what he wanted to say, and he got stuck here for a while.

"What is it?" Nelson followed his words.

"What really moved me was Lord Grindelwald's proposition. I heard about his proposition a long time ago, but I have been suffering from not having the opportunity to bathe in his truth-Muggles should be ruled by more talented and powerful wizards , management, domestication, and more capable people should ascend to a higher position and obtain more resources, I hope this can answer your confusion."

"I see," Nelson nodded. "His words really resonated with wizards."

"As Lord Grindelwald's proud disciple," Borroux "our family also attaches great importance to you, which is why I always let my two incompetent children invite you two to come to my house as guests."

After that, he smiled and nodded at Tom, "When I was studying at Hogwarts, although there were very good students, they were not perfect, and there were too many people behind them. , and the two of you are different, as far as I know, the closest person like you who can leave others far behind is Albus Dumbledore."

"Is Dumbledore so powerful?" Tom was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, he is still a little worse than Mr. Gaunt," Borrox said, blinking his eyes, "Leave aside my children, as a senior Slytherin, I would like to see , what the best Slytherin in centuries looked like."

"My name is Riddle," Tom said stiffly, his ears turned rosy, and he lowered his head, "Tom Riddle."

"Okay, Mr. Riddle." Borlux raised his eyebrows and filled Tom's empty glass.

"You've said it before," Nelson shook his head, "We are still much worse than Professor Dumbledore."

"After all, he is already so old." Borroux shrugged, regardless of the fact that Dumbledore was in his prime, and that he might die earlier than him in the future. It seemed that he didn't like seeing Dumbledore. Lido, "After living for so many years, there will always be some unique skills."

Nelson shook his head with a smile. Seeing this, Borrox rang the small bell next to him again. Several servants stepped forward and lifted the lid on the food.

What caught my eye was a very sumptuous dinner table. All kinds of dishes and meats that Nelson could not name the table were full. Nelson noticed that the food in front of him used a partial French style, while in front of Tom even There was also a plate of bright red tomatoes, which made Nelson give Borrox a high look, and became more and more curious about how the family led by such a person did not fall so quickly.

When the smell of food filled the restaurant, several people on the table had already changed to a lighter topic. Everyone was talking about Slytherin, about Hogwarts, and about the possibility of being in Hogwarts next year. During the Triwizard Tournament held, while the cups were being exchanged, bursts of laughter echoed in the restaurant.

At the dinner table, Borlocks, who is well-versed in heraldry, gave Nelson and Tom a detailed introduction to the 28 pure-blood families in England, and focused on the Gaunt family in Hangleton.

"Back then, the Gaunt family lived near Grimmauld Square, and the wizarding family here moved away until we were the only two left. Unfortunately, Marvolo Gaunt sold the house," Borlux sighed and shook his head, looking at Tom. With a glance, “I also fought with one of your elders when I was a child.”

"Morfin?"

"Morfin Gaunt?" Borlux frowned. "It seems to be called that. He is your..."

"Uncle, he is my mother's younger brother."

"That's right," Borroux sighed. "To be honest, I envy the Gaunt family. Such a family can cultivate descendants like you. , the ancestor of the Gaunt family is Lord Slytherin, and his apparition can indeed create such a miracle."

"They haven't trained me. I'm not familiar with the Gaunt family." Tom pursed his lips and replied.

"Ah, is that so? I'm sorry," Borlux smacked his lips. "Then they are just too lucky."

"Speaking of training," Nelson, who was full of wine and food, said suddenly, "For Grindelwald, as long as he is a wizard, he is treated equally. If he really succeeds, then there may be no more family training and training. resources."

"Is that so? Then I need to think about it." Borroux frowned, and quickly realized the seriousness of the problem. He took a deep look at his children again, stared at the glass without saying a word, and after a while , he looked at Nelson and asked seriously, "Mr. Wertling, do you think the same as Lord Grindelwald?"

"No two people will have exactly the same idea," Nelson spread his hands, and said an answer that is equal to saying nothing, "Even the most determined saints may not agree with every word of Grindelwald. It's not Grindelwald, how could he think the same as him?"

"I mean... For our families," Borroux thought about his words, and turned his attention to the two children again, "For example, the Black family, what do you think? As far as I know, the people who have contacted us Those people's ideas are probably different from yours, which is one of the reasons why I want to find you, hoping to get in touch with Lord Grindelwald more directly, and save those...annoying intermediate steps."

Borroux seemed to see something, and kept trying.

"Me? Alphard and Walburga are my good friends," Nelson pointed to his nose, smiled and shook his head, "I'm curious, who told you that I am Grindelwald's favorite student ? To be honest, I don’t think Grindelwald and I should have said that.”

"I understand that there are always some people who like to gossip, but I swear, none of us asked about it," Borroux said with a serious face, "I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"No hurry," Nelson picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth gently, and said, "Tom and I may go to Albania in a while, and we will stop by Krakow in the middle, and maybe we can take you to Newmont along the way." Gad, are you interested?"

"When?" Borroux had a very rich expression. He didn't seem to think that Nelson would initiate such an invitation. He rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "I think I should get ready."

"We're going to..." Nelson said, stopping the topic. He looked at Tom and asked, "Didn't you say you want to do something in London?"

"It's the same when you come back, anytime is fine." Tom raised his head and said to Borrox, "We'll leave tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)