My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 238 Unpredictable Magic

After getting off the tram and walking two steps forward, Tom could no longer see the whole picture of the building, replaced by a black gate full of vision, two smooth black door panels that had to be raised up to see the head, and a huge death saint was engraved on it. The symbol of the weapon stood quietly in front of several people like a pyramid.

Compared with the whole building, this door is undoubtedly small, but compared to the people who walk in, this door shows a sense of oppressive giant, even for giants, it is like a palace. It was a spectacle—just a small slit was opened in the middle, which was enough for the tram to pass in easily. The iron gate was about two meters thick, showing a cold metal texture, which made the fearless Tom There was a sense of awe.

"Hey, there's no need to build such a big one, but Nelson said, big is better, so..." Barry shrugged, raised his chin, and said proudly, "There are so many wonders in the world, but the 20-meter-plus Gaomen may be the only one here.”

Tom couldn't help being shocked. He understood Nelson's obsession with big things, but he didn't expect it to be so crazy. For a while, he couldn't even imagine how subversive cognition was hidden behind such a shocking door. thing.

"Look, this is our achievement." Barry seemed to see what Tom was thinking, and led Tom and Nagini into the door with White's support. "This is just a facade, I hope you can enjoy it." The rest of the journey."

The moment he entered the gate, Tom felt a little short of breath and it was difficult to move forward. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of orderly clenching from the surrounding walls, and the Deathly Hallows symbol that was divided into two halves lighted up faintly. The red light swept across the four of them, and in the next second, the oppressive feeling disappeared, and Tom was able to easily approach the building.

Even though there was a solid dome above his head, Tom didn't feel like he was indoors at all. The huge indoor space made it difficult for him to feel consciously surrounded by buildings.

But, on the other hand, the well-occupied space and well-organized layout always remind him that he is in a building that can be called a spectacle.

The hall in front of him was divided into two halves by two straight tracks.

On Tom's left hand side, countless alchemy dolls of different shapes and sizes are busy in the teleportation array. They were picked up carefully and sent to the huge circular platform connected to the crawlers. This half of the site seemed to be dedicated to receiving materials.

After the platform is sorted by the alchemy puppet who is responsible for sorting, the materials are labeled, put on the track in an orderly manner, and finally sent into the dark corridor in the distance by the track that is running all the time. After disappearing.

In stark contrast to this is the wizard who controls them. Tom managed to find a few people wearing wizard robes and holding magic wands among the piles of goods and walking dolls. They were holding booklets and kept recording Looking at something, very leisurely, only the wizard on duty next to the sorting disc seemed to be busy, but it was limited.

"Are these intelligent alchemy dolls?" Tom couldn't help asking, "You are too rich."

"How is it possible," Barry replied with a smile, "They are all the simplest alchemy products, but your eyes deceive you, such as that—"

Barry pointed to the puppet that was carrying a wooden box the size of a container and moving it towards the disc, and introduced, "It may only repeat the action of 'picking up the goods and transporting them to the designated place and then putting them down', but for the whole goods For transportation, it only needs to do this part of the work. This "distribution center" is composed of countless such simple dolls, ranging from a mop that cleans the ground to the two tracks in front of you. Much cheaper than you think."

"Cheap... Are there many?"

"When Nelson proposed this plan before, he was strongly opposed by Andre—I don't know if you remember Andre, that old man with scars all over his face. His main job is to make money," Barry said. He talked eloquently, "Andre felt that Nelson's behavior was extravagant and wasteful, but Lord Grindelwald still stood up to all the arguments and supported Nelson's plan."

"How much did it cost in the end?"

"Sorry, it's not very convenient for me to reveal this," Barry spread his hands, "But I can tell you that because the structure of these alchemy dolls is very simple, most of them are assembled from the alchemy dolls that were made at the beginning. Yes, only wizards who need the core of alchemy can do it, but the cost is very low."

"What about this building?" Tom raised his head and looked around. The hall alone was almost as big as the Hogwarts castle.

"For wizards, how much does it cost to build a house?" Barry laughed, "It's nothing more than the cost of some sand and a few meals. In fact, the most expensive part of the entire distribution center is the one you just walked in." door."

Tom smiled, thinking of the sound of intensive gear machines coming from the wall when he entered the door, he didn't take Barry's words seriously.

Following in Barry's footsteps, the group continued to go deeper into the center. Along the way, wizards who passed by kept bowing to Barry. This made Tom take a high look at the sick young man in front of him. Soon, they left On the right hand side of the hall.

The arrangement of this half is much more regular than that of the other half, and the alchemy dolls responsible for packaging and transportation are basically the same size and format. At the end of the conveyor belt, pieces of roughly packaged goods continuously appear in white light and pass through the conveyor belt Sent to the sorting carousel on the right.

Tens of thousands of goods were quickly packed and transported to the side of the teleportation array at a faster speed, where they would be quickly transported to all parts of the world through the magic teleportation array connected to the central Krakow.

Tom, who grew up in London, witnessed the earliest and largest industrialization process in the world, but even for him, the efficiency here is beyond imagination. He saw a box full of looking glasses being pulled from the end of the conveyor belt. It was shipped out, and it took less than 5 minutes to pack it on the disc. Finally, the wizard on duty pressed a triangular Deathly Hallows brand on the packing box with a large steel seal, and it was quickly sent to the side in the transmission array.

"Which box is it?"

"Oh? A looking glass? Let me ask," Barry called the patrolling wizard, and answered after a little understanding, "That's the product of the Griffin Alchemy Factory this month. It's a big order from South America. This As for Griffin, I remember that his alchemy factory... said it was a factory, but it was actually just a small family workshop, and it will be the object we need to gradually ban in the future."

Tom, who wandered around Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, was even more shocked. Such a large box of looking glasses was almost equivalent to the throughput of a large alchemy shop in the UK for a year, enough to assemble the Ministry of Magic of a small country.

And this is only the object that needs to be banned in Nurmengard.

"So Nelson is very capable." Barry grabbed the cleaning doll beside him and played with it. "Although Lord Grindelwald called this piece of Nurmengard's Hope before, it is just like Diagon Alley or The large magic street in the hidden place is similar. Although there are many alchemists like Griffin, they have not made any achievements. After the integration, he can order parts from other big manufacturers to make looking glasses. Those things But there is no technical content, just set the movements of the alchemy puppet, so that he and his son can spend their time on the core of the production of the looking glass, so—"

Barry shrugged, and said in a tone of half pride and half reverence, "Nelson is right. In many cases, ideas are more important than Garen."

"Is he doing this every day in Nurmengard?"

Tom suddenly felt that he didn't even fully understand Nelson anymore. For the same thing, everyone had different perspectives and viewpoints. Gallon and Nurmengard's endless war potential.

What shocked Tom the most was that this system allowed any wizard who might be regarded as mediocre in the original magical society to undertake several times the work of the wizards in Diagon Alley. Today he only saw the looking glass, but Who knows what else Nurmengard will produce?He could see a steady stream of commodities flowing from here to all parts of the world via the hub of Krakow, but who knew what the Galleons bought for these expensive commodities did besides buying materials? ,

Big is beautiful, more is better——Tom finally understood the meaning of the saying Nelson often said, and finally understood the origin of the various silver balls in Nelson's pocket.

He simply thought about it, if he were Grindelwald, under such a situation, he would definitely leave the best for Nurmengard, if everyone had the kind of armament that Nelson had... Tom Suck Bazaba, it's really hard to imagine the scene where the Ministry of Magic's rich and hungry people will one day confront such a team.

"Didn't I say that? He is mainly responsible for guarding the gates in Krakow. These are just some of his suggestions and ideas," Barry sighed. "Zweig was right. Nelson's work attitude is really not very good. , if he can concentrate on the magic industry here, this place should not look like this."

"Is there anything else he needs to do?" Tom commented, "With him building the framework, wouldn't it be easy for any mediocre person to do the specific things?"

"Zweig definitely doesn't like to hear what you say." Barry winked at Tom and continued to walk inside, "Let's go, after seeing the gate, it's time to see the scenery inside."

Seeing that White put a bubble head curse on Barry and himself, Tom also put one on himself and Nagini. As he got closer to the back door, he looked forward to the so-called "magic industry" behind the distribution center. What kind of appearance, what kind of scale industry needs this level of logistics to maintain, he faintly felt that in this unknown corner, the saints of Nurmengard were secretly subverting the entire magical world.

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"So it turns out that dementors can be born from human bodies."

Krakow, the hub, in a room with the same furnishings as the top floor of the Black Tower, Grindelwald sat behind a mountain of letters, shaking his wine glass leisurely, savoring the news Nelson just told him, at this moment It was the end of the conversation, and Grindelwald had already taken half a page of notes on the back of a letter in front of him.

Compared with the information about Hai Erbo mentioned earlier, the dementor matter seems less shocking.

"That's right, I thought Haierbo used pure emotions when he created the dementors."

Nelson was sitting opposite him, with the sofa with a fabric sofa cover under his buttocks, which made him think that he might have been dragged into the black tower by touching the door key. He took out the camera that he had been carrying all year round from his pocket, Pressing the finger on the shutter, a wisp of silver mist slowly scattered from the finger into the film. After a while, a photo that reproduced Bruce's last moment was spit out from above the camera. Nelson handed the photo to Grindelwald and said: " It now appears that the raw material for every dementor may be a soul."

"Not bad magic." Grindelwald looked at the camera that Nelson was taking back in his pocket, raised his eyebrows, took the photo and looked at it, "In this way, there is a new explanation for the reproduction of dementors."

"Do you think it's because of the dementor's kiss too?"

"Tell me?"

Grindelwald leaned on the table with interest, looked at Nelson with his face on one hand, and fanned the photo with the other.

"If the dementors really need human souls to be born," Nelson said, "then that would explain where the souls of the people they kissed lost their souls. The strict control of the Ministry of Magic, so they don't have many opportunities to devour souls, so the number of groups has not increased all year round."

After finishing speaking, he pulled out another document bag from his pocket, "This is the registration form of the number of dementors I asked for from the Wizengamot after I received the Order of the Garter Order, as well as other information found in historical documents, It can be seen that after every dementor riot, their number will be replenished or even increased extremely quickly, and the increase in peacetime is just related to the security situation and crime rate of that era."

"These two values ​​also determine the number of prisoners in Azkaban." Grindelwald suddenly realized, clapped his hands vigorously, and looked at Nelson appreciatively, "You can draw such a convincing conclusion from these data."

"So I hope that Nurmengard can provide me with some support," Nelson put forward his request, "I need to figure out the connection between dementors and patron saints and other emotional magic, and solve some of my problems. , I want to try to find Hai Erbo's body through the dementor."

"Speaking of which, you actually solved the blood curse of the blood curse orc." Grindelwald did not answer Nelson's request, but talked about something else. Although Nelson didn't tell the public about Nagini, but compared Grindelwald had already received relevant reports when he entered Nurmengard.

"Yes, in fact, these things are also related to each other."

"Very well, do you have any idea now?"

"There is already some information."

"Very good, very good," Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction and asked, "What help do you need?"

"I need a dementor, a dementor old enough," Nelson stood up, looking at Grindelwald with piercing eyes, "a dementor older than a thousand years old."

"Dementors, old ones, aren't they?" Grindelwald pondered for a moment, then replied, "Azkaban should have them, this is no problem."

"Thank you." Nelson nodded, ready to leave.

Grindelwald stood up to see off the guests.

"By the way, while you're still young," he called to Nelson, who was about to walk to the door, and blinked with a smile, "always be prepared to face some exciting things."

(End of this chapter)