My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 406 Yeah, how do I know?

Penguin ignored Johnny and Joseph. He stretched out his hand to support the stretcher, shook the weight slightly, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"What's wrong? Penguin."

"Come on, throw away that old stretcher of yours."

The penguin let go of his hand helplessly, and Nelson, who was sleeping soundly, became soft, like a piece of well-fermented bread, which slowly collapsed downward under the action of gravity, the color on his body faded, and turned into a puddle with his body. Eye-like blue water seeped from the gaps in the stretcher and fell neatly onto the snow.

Penguin supported his forehead, twisted his neck, turned and walked towards the pine forest, "He has already left."

"Where have you been?"

Joseph wiped it on the stretcher in bewilderment. The sackcloth was clean, not even a puddle of water. Seeing this, the three people who came back with Nelson lifted the Transfiguration, and the stretcher turned back into a snowflake and returned to the snow field middle.

……

"Huh? I didn't expect someone to run towards us."

On the outskirts of Boston, in the Postman Sculpture Park, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked out of the hut at the entrance, and enthusiastically approached a woman in a hood standing at the door.

The visitor was travel-stained, the black boots of invisible material were covered with mud, a fur waistcoat was casually put on a tube top made of fur, and an obviously ill-fitting fur coat was worn outside. This attire looked like a Like a savage who just ran out of the mountains, her collarbone, shoulders and lower abdomen were exposed in the cold air, and her wheat-colored skin was full of exhaustion from traveling and traveling. You could also see her youth and vitality. She was carrying a gray There was a torn package, and a small animal with shiny black fur lay on its shoulder. It was Jokunda who left Lake Ontario safely.

She didn't think that she left so peacefully. After disapparating from the wooden house and escaped, she was even ready to be tortured by those witches who were threatening to continue chasing, but what was puzzling was that, They didn't catch up again, even though she was walking so conspicuously in the snow field, the only offenders were extremely hungry animals, and they seemed to have given up on her.

Jokunda could only attribute all this to the group of American wizards who came to erase Mr. Boat's memory. Perhaps it was because Nelson's people did not dare to meet these official wizards, so they withdrew, but no matter what, she safe.

Jokunda, who regained safety, remembered her sister Melissa's entrustment, and headed towards Ilvermorni, which was also her original destination when crossing the ocean, but the closer she got, the more she resisted in her heart. , who is willing to travel thousands of miles to find someone to listen to her scolding herself?

She stopped and went, and arrived in Boston in one afternoon, and found a street sign on the outskirts of the city that only wizards could see:

"From now on, in memory of those No-Maj who tragically lost their lives in magical accidents."

"Magic accident?" Jokunda stared at the road sign, mockingly chanting the bloody words on it. As an occasional newspaper reader, she certainly knew what scandal happened at the Magic Congress of America during the summer vacation. How could those bloody lives What about the understatement of a "magical accident"?

The memory of the Second Salem incident forced her to recall the junior who had the same name as Mr. Boat. It may be because Nelson and Mr. Boat have the same name, and Jokunda’s resentment towards him became less intense. She also knew very well in her heart that the instigator of this evil fate was herself who randomly cast the Winged Demon, and she was responsible for the misery of the past few days. During the days and nights of these years, she would make excuses for herself every day—" I was going to avoid those black market merchants and take it back, it is impossible to cause harm", "But he soon suspended his studies, and I was persuaded to quit, it's all Dumbledore's fault" - Jokunda almost convinced himself , but after the experience on the shores of Lake Ontario, she changed her mind.

"I'm still feeling sorry for myself, but he has already done something to save countless boatmen."

When she first read the report, she just felt pitiful for those Muggles who had never met before. Not too long ago, and some tabloids were even hyping it up, but at this time, Jokunda had already personally felt sorry for those Muggles who did not know magic. She became indignant about the poor man, she didn't understand, why would a good man be slaughtered because of his weakness?
Thinking of this, Jokunda decided on her own direction. She parted ways with the road leading to Ilvermorny, and followed the signs to the Second Salem station.

"Is it a passing traveler?" The man adjusted his glasses and greeted him. "You should have just set off from Boston, right? You took the wrong road, the main road is over there!"

The man waved his hand, pointed to the road to the south, and said with a smile, "Come in and have a glass of water. When our companion comes back, ask her to take you there."

Jokunda silently looked behind the man. There was only a fence dotted with barbed wire and a rusty iron gate watching her from above, revealing a depressing atmosphere mixed with the haze of exhaust gas. The sky is unobstructed, and there is no shocking sculpture group in the legend.

She lowered her head in disappointment, took off her hood, and asked, "Is this where Nelson Williams and Tom Riddle are making a scene in Second Salem?"

"Oh? You know Mr. Williams? Are you also the one saved by him?"

The man happily took off his glasses, blinked and looked at the young woman in front of him, his attitude became more enthusiastic, he strode forward, grabbed Jokunda's arm, and dragged her towards the door.

Jokunda felt as if she had submerged in the cool water, and even the surrounding air suddenly became warmer. She raised her head blankly and blinked her eyes. The rust on the door had long since peeled off, replaced by colors The colorful but different styles of oil paint are like the murals on the walls of the church that tell the story of the "Bible", from the Muggles being tortured by evil wizards to their mass death, and then to the last survivors turning into villains. The ghost was rescued by two wizards, one black and one white, who fell from the sky. The ending was a cute but scarred little girl who escaped from hell on the postman’s bicycle. The wizard vs. villain part looks like two stick figures practicing leg sweeping in the middle of a pile of torches.

Jokunda sighed, these paintings were difficult for Muggles to understand, but as a wizard, she could see the danger of the battle at a glance. Although the people who drew these 30-odd paintings were somewhat poor, there was no doubt that Everything that happened that day is etched in their minds.

"Miss, since you can find this place, don't be afraid," the man sighed on the glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, put them back on, and led the way to the colorful gate, "We have never heard of William Rest assured that some of those rescued by Mr. Mus will return to misery."

Jokunda nodded, followed behind him silently, watching him easily push open the closed door, and what came into view was a glass-covered garden like a crystal palace, which was different from ordinary gardens. , here is full of thorns, and the sharp wooden thorns point unyieldingly to the path left for pedestrians, which is frightening.

"This is a hall funded by Mr. Riddle and built by the team led by Mr. Williams' friend Mr. Zweig. Originally, Mr. Zweig planned to plant hibiscus flowers," the man shrugged and patiently introduced like a tour guide. , "But we still feel that it is better to replace it with thorns in the wild. We are not as tall and omnipotent as the wizard. We only break into gorgeous palaces occasionally, but we will not give in due to birth or suffering. The meaning is not bad, right? ?”

"Very good." Jokunda nodded approvingly.

"But the effect is very average." The man smiled wryly, "In fact, after the completion of this place, there were less than 1000 tourists who came to visit, and most of them were wizards who came to insult us, so that the 13 people who originally stayed here There are only four of us left, changing shifts back and forth to wait for the guests, of course, don’t get me wrong, they didn’t give up, they just want to try a more effective method, only a few of us are stubborn and feel that we should stick to the place where everything started.”

"Do wizards still dare to come here to curse people?" Jokunda was puzzled, "Aren't they afraid?"

"Of course they were afraid. During the time when the environment was the best, there were Aurors patrolling here every day, and His Majesty Norton often came here to express condolences," the man sighed, "but then there were fewer people, and those Aurors were just pretending. Before His Majesty Norton came here, he pretended to come here and turned around. All our attempts to publicize were greatly hindered, and even the wizards who came here later not only wanted to scold us for not knowing what to do, but also wanted to kill people and destroy this place. , destroying statues of their relatives."

"How dare they—" Jokunda clenched his fists.

"But don't worry, with us here, there will be no problems here."

The man took Jokunda to a hut among thorn bushes, where one could see endless kneeling statues in the distance, and the smiling postman at the end.

"But you are a Muggle, how can you stop them? Even you will be in danger."

"Muggle? Are you British? I remember that people over there said so, we call it No-Maj here... but it's pretty ugly," the man curled his lips, opened the door, and welcomed Jokunda in. , "You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Williams has left us enough weapons to protect ourselves, and can guarantee that this place will be safe under the hands of most wizards."

He clapped his hands, and the ground of the hut trembled "hummingly". Then, smoke and dust rose from the forest of statues in the distance, and small and cute milky white alchemy dolls waved cleaning tools and rushed from various corners. come out.

"Uh, I'm sorry," the man smiled awkwardly, put down his hand, and moved under the table, "Those wizards haven't dared to do anything wrong for a long time, so I mixed up the cleaning order and the defense order."

Jokunda heard the sound of electric arcs in her ears, and her heart tightened suddenly. The biological instinct made her turn her head and look at the flowerbed overgrown with thorns. Among the thorns, there were countless people staring at her. red eyes.

"Sorry, they usually only warn wizards," the man spread his hands, those red eyes disappeared like phantoms, and the thornbush didn't even move, ""

"Very powerful." Jokunda was shocked silently in his heart. The alchemy props that can be easily manipulated by Muggles, Nelson seems to be ahead of the world.

"Were you a hunter before?" The man stared at Jokunda's attire and couldn't help asking, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is John. I'm a teacher and I don't know magic."

It seems that he hasn't seen newcomers for too long, and the whole person is in a state of nervous nagging. He poured out to Jokunda the difficulties of No-Maj in the magical world, and every aspect of their The proposals were all strongly supported by King Norton II, who agreed with both hands, but there were endless obstacles in the process of voting and implementation. Norton II even set up a plan for the No-Maj representatives in the Magical Congress of America, which was waiting to be rebuilt. They took two seats, but they were always talking about magic, let alone No-Maj interrupted, they couldn't even understand.

"We only have more than 30 people, you know? Even if we distribute leaflets like we did before Second Salem, we can't send out many. Do you know what they will do with the leaflets? He—"

"I'm not the one your Nelson saved, I'm a wizard."

Jokunda interrupted him, pulled out her wand and put it on the table. John's face on the opposite side suddenly changed. She paused and continued, "The person who saved me was also named Nelson. He is a Muggle. I...can help you."

……

"Thank you for your help, Credence."

In a short weekend, under the guidance of Credence, a senior obscurant, the gifted Adele was able to prevent the magical power of obscurity from affecting her normal spellcasting. Difficult-to-grasp precision magic—such as the transfiguration technique of turning a pine needle into a real needle, she can also use silent magic to create a helpless situation where she has worked hard but the pine needles don’t cooperate— At least it won't be so easy to get in front of Mag.

Tom lay on the fence, looking at Adele who was practicing magic hard, raised the butter beer in his hand and shook Credence.

"It's just payback, I said that a long time ago," Credence said flatly, not wanting to take credit, "if you guys hadn't solved Nagini's troubles, I wouldn't even know you guys."

"You're kidding, Credence," Tom laughed, taking a sip of his frothy butterbeer, "You don't know us? I get it, you're just trying to pretend you don't care about Nagini all the time. "

"I care about her very much, but with all due respect, I still don't understand what you are talking about."

"Still pretending," Tom said with a smile, throwing a bottle of butterbeer out of nowhere to Credence, "otherwise how do you know that Gnar needs the invisibility cloak to transform Nagini's soul?" Deceiving the blood curse, to be honest, if Dumbledore hadn't brought it over suddenly, Gnar wouldn't have known it himself!"

"Yeah, how do I know?"

(End of this chapter)