My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 425 Carrot Cake

"It's boring, what do you mean you can find it from other places? Is it exploiting the bottom-level wizards like he played with Rich?" Nelson was playing with a round ball in his hand, and his eyes showed unconcealed disgust. , "It's so ugly, if in the future they realize that even Muggles can do those jobs, what do you think will happen?"

"Abduction, kidnapping, slavery..." Tom said indifferently, "Not only magic, but even concepts will go back to the Middle Ages."

"Miranda's "Standard Spells" has been promoted for so many years and they don't catch their eyes," Nelson sneered. "It's really sad to be able to hitchhike a comprador at a time like this."

"If I were Shafik, I would try my best to prevent her textbooks from entering Hogwarts, even though there are already many motivated students who are buying this illegal book privately, and even Felius I recommend everyone to buy it here," Tom shrugged, "For the purpose of stabilizing the structure, increasing the difficulty for 'outsiders' to obtain knowledge is the simplest solution."

"Is that so? I thought the Hogwarts textbooks were quite easy to understand, but the grammar wasn't very smooth."

"Is that so?" Tom gave Nelson a sideways glance. "It turns out that you got your Potions grade last year based on your ability."

"Even Professor Slughorn thinks so."

Tom gave Nelson a blank look, ignored his sophistry, and continued, "Do you remember Kant?"

Nelson sighed as he recalled the old man who had only had a new hat on the day of the Triwizard Tournament final, the grandfather of Durmstrang Conte. The stubborn disease is even older than their history - he is more and more accepting that wizards are magical animals. After all, the magic society is more like a forest, magic is power, magic is everything, people with more powerful magic master more There are many things, the society of wizards exists in the extremely primitive law of the forest.

"That's why there are so many people in Nurmengard." He sighed. "Very few people are born terrorists. It's a pity that they have become the main theme of wizards before they die. This only proves that the Ministry of Magic is even worse."

"Is it really okay for you to say that in the Ministry of Magic?"

Tom curled his lips. In the process of wandering to the various floors, there were many more sloppy officials around them. In one office, official documents were piled up on a workstation in a cramped corner, and there was a sign on the table: more Lian Weasley - During attendance, people couldn't help sighing: "Isn't this bullying honest people!"

"It's okay," Nelson said disapprovingly, poking at the corner with his wand from time to time as if he was visiting his back garden, "They will forgive me."

"Why? Did you bribe him?"

"Yes, I gave him a pack of cigarettes."

"Okay," Tom asked, defeated by Nelson's nonsensical but candid answer, "going to see your favorite Department of Mysteries?"

"..."

"What's wrong? The expression is so strange."

"I forgot to tell Rich and Shafik," Nelson rubbed his forehead, "but it's okay, let's go and see now, they will forgive me."

The floor of the Department of Mysteries is a bit far away, so you can only go there by elevator, and under normal circumstances, the elevator will not stop at this floor unless you have a special pass. Fortunately, Nelson did not forget to bring the letterbox.

After struggling with the elevator, the elevator door finally opened slowly. It was still the dilapidated corridor, and the stairs up and down at the end were firmly blocked by black stone bricks.

Pushing open the only door in the corridor, a familiar scene appeared in front of the two of them.

Nelson and Tom walked together in the rotunda where the Department of Mysteries was located, looking at the neatly arranged black doors that were being repaired and not yet closed. The racks are arranged regularly, and you can vaguely see the sparse prophecy balls on the racks reflecting the light from the outside world, flowing with the dense color of fate.

One eye nervously appeared in the crack of the door. Seeing the two uninvited guests, he wanted to close the door from the inside, but a small silver ball flying out of Nelson's hand was firmly stuck between the door and the door frame, dull There was a grinding sound in the silent hall. The small silver ball was extremely hard, which made an imperceptible gap in the newly installed door, and fine black wood powder fell on the ground. , the person inside the door stretched out his hand to push the ball away, but just as he lowered his head, it was Nelson's boots that were touching the edge of the door.

"Hello," he smiled and nodded to the people inside the door, "Is my prophecy ball still there?"

"Mr. Williams," the person inside the door was the same member they met in the Department of Mysteries last time. His voice echoed through the huge empty room behind him, and passed into Nelson's ears through the crack of the door, which appeared to be nothing. And dull, "Sorry, this place is temporarily closed to the public."

"Don't worry," Nelson didn't intend to go in. He waved his wand, and the small silver ball flew back into his hand. He held the ball in his palm and showed it to the people inside the door. "I'm here to deliver the prophecy ball." Yes, you forgot one."

"Sorry, our prophecy ball needs—" Covering the eyes inside the door with a hand, he rubbed his eye sockets vigorously. In his eyes, the small ball has already become the same exquisite crystal ball as in the hall of prophecy , he muttered, "Is it really a prophecy ball..."

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "The content of the prophecy is that you will soon be promoted and raise your salary."

"I see, Mr. Williams," the man inside the door quickly picked up the ball and sewed the door tighter. "You can only visit the hall, you cannot enter those doors."

"The rules, I know." Nelson closed the door for him intimately, "Go ahead, we're leaving."

The black door closed before his eyes, separating prophecy and reality into two completely different worlds.

"Let's go," Nelson carefully put away the sawdust in small balls, and stood up, "It seems that the progress of the construction is not bad, much better than the normal efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, and it seems that the gentlemen are also full of unknown magic. Curious."

"What are you shopping for?" Tom was speechless, "You didn't even enter the door."

"It's enough," Nelson raised the ball to his eyes, and the golden parts covered his eyes. Alexander, who was idle in the illusion all day and could only burn the boiler, started to analyze the wood chips, "I've seen Zweig's construction drawing. In that drawing, this floor should be the Wizengamot. For the stability of the building structure, they set up complex spell groups to avoid illegal expansion by some people on a whim. "

"But they still expanded, and even expanded the whole floor! It seems that the level of the tattooed big bald head is no more than that."

"No, when I was walking down just now, I was just checking these stereotyped spells with my wand," Nelson shook his head with a curious look on his face, "These spells affect the whole body at a stroke, and they will be activated when they fail." The alarm was issued, but their integrity is the same as when I first saw the building, which means that this floor is not opened from the original building of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh?" Tom was also a little curious, "but I remember that the last time we came here we took the stairs directly up from the Wizengamot."

"It should be some kind of large-scale diversion spell." Nelson took off the small ball in front of him, thoughtful, "From the state of these sawdust, we can judge that the place we are now is far away from London, do you believe it? If I drill a hole in the floor right now, it won't be the Wizengamot down there."

"Not really," Tom ruffled his hair, "so we had a Disapparation when we got out of the elevator?"

"That's right, but I don't feel apparated at all, which proves that they have a magic that can stabilize the connection between the two places. Sure enough, this ancient organization will always have some unique skills," Nelson said with satisfaction, rubbing his chin , "When I confirm how it determines the coordinates, it will be one step closer to time travel. The decision to explore the Department of Mysteries is indeed correct and wise."

"Almost," Tom grumbled mercilessly at a smug Nelson. "Your bragging sickens me."

"Okay," Nelson immediately put on a serious expression, "at least this is good news, let's go, there is nothing to see here, a bunch of empty rooms, a smell of decoration."

"By the way, was that a prophecy just now?"

"Forget it," Nelson nodded, "I saw the personnel documents in Rich's office."

……

"What are you guys doing again? I can't find anyone no matter how hard I look." As soon as she entered Hogwarts Castle, Adele had already caught two mysteriously missing guys. She looked at Tom sullenly and said, "I want to show you the floating spell I just learned, but Royna told me that you have already gone back."

"what……"

Tom looked at Nelson, but Nelson looked like he had nothing to do with it, as if to say, "Anyway, I wasn't there in the first place, so it doesn't matter to me."

"I suddenly have something."

Tom rubbed his chin, and suddenly touched the wound that had been ignored by everyone. The tingling pain made him frown.

"What happened to your jaw?" Adele asked with concern. She didn't know until the end that she was almost in danger of being fatal. "Did he hurt Credence when he was fighting? He must have It's because I'm jealous that you look better than him."

"Go to the school hospital." Nelson smiled and patted Tom on the shoulder. "I'm afraid that if you go later, it will heal itself."

After that, he turned to Adele, touched the top of her head, and said softly, "Tom secretly went to eat delicious food behind your back. He was poked by a fork, so don't worry."

"Hmph, I'd rather be beaten."

"I can help you."

"You guys secretly went to eat good food and left me alone in the forest."

"Yes, Gnar did it too." Seeing that he could drag another person into the water, Tom immediately became active.

"Isn't Credence human?" Nelson asked rhetorically, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, but you guys secretly went to eat good food."

"Okay," Nelson knelt on the ground halfway, making his eyes level with Adele, while observing the still hideous black bloodshot eyes in her eyes, while reaching into his pockets and groping, "We shouldn't leave you alone." People are there, but there are some trivial things that make us unable to escape."

"Oh." Adele nodded sensibly. A child at this age can't hide her sadness, but she still smiled and said, "Now I can show you the newly learned floating spell." .”

"But before that," Nelson pressed her shoulder, "I have to prove that we won't eat alone."

Tom watched as Nelson pulled out a whole carrot cake from his pocket as if conjuring a magic trick, his eyes widened and his eyebrows jumped higher and higher. It made him feel extremely shocked.

"Come on, use your levitating spell to bring the cake to the auditorium." Nelson patted Adele on the shoulder, stood up, held the cake in his hand, feeling its weight getting lighter and lighter, "Magic is like this , making our life easier."

Adele's small face was full of seriousness, as if she was facing an exam, she raised the crooked wand, and tried a simple floating spell several times, which made Nelson's hands sore, after a few minutes , the cake finally wobbled out of his palm, and under Adele's hard control, it looked like a fledgling that had just learned to fly.

"Awesome!"

"good."

The two people watching her showed happy smiles from the bottom of their hearts. They followed the cautious Adele step by step. The sun slowly set and sprinkled more and more golden colors on the front hall through the gate of the castle. Time passed. As this slowly passed, Nelson and Tom were more nervous than when they cast the floating spell for the first time. They knew the difficulty of the obscurity to cast spells with wands and spells. A part of the already barren magic power was allocated to accomplish this feat that was too common for ordinary wizards.

They still have a lot of intelligence and information to exchange, but tacitly kept quiet at this time, and silently asked the passing students to detour. Unknowingly, many passing students followed behind them, watching the last The girls in front of them are trying their first spell in life as awkwardly as when they first entered Hogwarts. Not everyone will be like the protagonist who just learned a spell and can use it to knock the head of the troll. The multi-person quest for magic is often the epitome of Adele as a toddler.

As the sun was setting, just as the house elves in the school were getting ready to serve, Adele finally walked to the table holding the piece of carrot cake that had been cold for a long time.

But just when the cake was about to land safely, she loosened her hand holding the wand, the cake turned over, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Tears filled the girl's eyes, and she was about to cry. Nelson and Tom, who raised their wands almost at the same time but were a step behind, looked at each other and became nervous.

Just when everyone's attention was focused on the cake, a leather shoe stepped on Adele's side. Professor Dumbledore looked at Adele with a smile, bent down, broke off a large piece of cream from the cake, and put it on Taste carefully in your mouth.

"Well, carrot cake," he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "it tastes really good."

Adele looked at the cake that Nelson brought her, her lost emotion almost became real, her body trembled and she was speechless.

"Miss Wertling, is this your cake?" Dumbledore asked gently, "It's amazing. When I was your age, I couldn't even recite the Levitation Curse correctly."

Adele nodded.

"I'm sorry, but I'm one of those people who can't walk around delicious sweets," said Dumbledore softly. "I'll pay you for a bigger one, okay? There's something good to add to everyone's desserts tonight. "

(End of this chapter)