My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 432
"A library is not a lumbermill and shouldn't make the sound of saw blades, Mr. Riddle."

In the corner of the library, a small round stool moved across the ground, making a slight sound of rubbing against the wooden floor, but the librarian with keen hearing could easily distinguish this noise that was different from the sound of paper flipping. Her voice Floating faintly through the rows of bookshelves, "If you still insist on going your own way, then I can only ask Professor Slughorn to put you in confinement."

"Okay, okay," Tom raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, although the administrator's voice affected the students' study more than the sound of the stool, even though there were not many students in the library this early in the morning, in fact, at this moment There were only him and Nelson who came first in the library, but he still readily admitted his mistake, "I will correct it, ma'am."

After all, four little feet wearing thick-soled slippers grew out from the four legs of the small round stool. It ran happily in a funny posture, and soon floated to Nelson who was writing a book by the window.

"It feels like you haven't been in high spirits since you came back, and you didn't even watch your favorite football game," Tom rested his chin on his hand and glanced at Nelson beside him, sneaking a glance at the half-written text on his parchment, "Alpha De asked me to ask you, today is the semi-final, the battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor, are you sure you don't want to watch it?"

"Isn't he a commentator? He didn't play in person. Why should I go?" Nelson said without raising his head. The quill in his hand clicked a comma, and a drop of ink spilled from the trembling tip of the pen that was interrupted by Tom. The stain quickly smudged on the parchment, "Oh...damn."

When Nelson reached for the wand on the table, Tom had already grabbed the wand first, and while fiddling with the emblem of the Knights of the Garter on it, he drew an arc in the air.

"Clean up."

He spoke slowly, pointed at the parchment in front of Nelson with the tip of his stick, but Nelson moved faster than him, and pulled the parchment away from the table and hid it under the table. "Curse" hit the table just right, a hole with the same shape and size as the ink stain appeared on the table, and the ejected piece of wood continued downward and hit the ground, setting off a small fragment of the wooden floor. It bounced off Nelson's calf.

"Magic can't be used loudly in the library, Riddle, you have to maintain respect for books," a louder yell than before came immediately, and the sound of high-heeled shoes was getting closer, "Of course, it's the same in the castle!"

"I'll use a silent spell next time!" Tom's response overwhelmed the "silent spell" coming from behind the bookshelf. He hugged his head and said helplessly, "For Merlin's sake, ma'am, they They're all at the Quidditch match, and there's no one in the library!"

A head with messy hair protruded from the bookshelf behind the two, owl-like eyes carefully observed the corners of the reading area, unwilling to ignore even a mouse or a hair, her head even They can turn more than half a circle like an owl, which looks terrifying.

"Okay," the administrator quickly retracted his head, "remember to repair the floor."

"Okay, ma'am." Tom agreed perfunctorily, while stretching his legs, trying to pull the sawdust that bounced across the way with the sole of his shoe.

"What are you doing?" Nelson folded the parchment and put it in his arms. After the sound of high heels faded away, he raised his head, glared at Tom, and complained while rubbing his calf, "I wrote a In the morning, I drained a bottle of ink."

"If you ask me, you might as well write a note to Nobby Rich," snorted Tom. "Believe me, he'd rather see a short note than your long, nonsensical speech. Even papyrus - you could even just write 'I want a job with the Department of Mysteries' and he'd be happy."

"Believe me, he won't." Nelson shook his head, took out a small silver ball that was slowly turning into a letter box from his pocket, rolled up the folded parchment and stuffed it in, "Compared to business, He definitely wants to hear those compliments that I find disgusting when I write them, which is an attitude that people like you who only have money will not understand."

"Ha," Tom raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Although it is clear that you are scolding me, but insults like this, please do more in the future."

He finally pulled the piece of sawdust back and kicked it back into the hole in the ground with his heels.

"There has already been an irreparable rift between him and Shafik." Rubbing the nib of the quill with his thumb and forefinger, pure black ink dripped from the nib and landed on his hand. His fingertips were dyed pitch black, "Did he say anything when he sent you the money?"

"Uh..." Tom thought, "He invited me to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and he also promised that I would be promoted every step of the way. What a joke."

"What's wrong? Don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"I mean, if Lord Riddle wants to be promoted step by step, does he still need a small minister's promise?"

Looking at Tom's rare fart, Nelson shook his head with a smile, "If you are really willing to follow his advice, he will actually benefit more."

"Of course, I've seen through his tricks a long time ago," Tom pouted, and said in a boring tone, "Although my surname is Riddle, I'm also the last blood relative of that dilapidated Gaunt family, Of course, I mean the one with a normal mind. Nobby Rich wants to do something, but his qualifications are too young and he doesn’t have any prominent family background, so most people regard him as Shafi Judging from the small pets raised by Ke, although he expressed his intention to win over the pure-blood families, almost everyone just regarded it as a temptation from Shafik or the Wizengamot, even if someone had feelings for him. interest, and his Muggle-born background would have declared the plan broken at the first thought."

"Yes, Tom," Nelson turned, stretched out his arms and took a dusty book from the shelf behind him with ease, and pushed it in front of Tom, "it looks like it hasn't been read in about a year and a month." People flipped through it, what a coincidence, that happened to be the time when I borrowed this book."

Tom just glanced at the cover and saw the word "History" in the "History of the Family Genealogy of Wizards in England", and immediately lost the desire to read any further. He waved his hand and said, "This stuff makes me sick, directly How about a conclusion, Gnar?"

"Well," Nelson shrugged and explained, "this book was written 120 years ago by a wizard from the Gower family. More than 28% of the content is flattery for the [-] pure-blood families. The clearest reason for this statement in modern times is this book, but the most commendable part of it is the mixture of history and legends , put some seemingly reasonable but unreliable legends on many families."

"Gore, right?" Tom narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Indeed, from what you've said, this family does have this problem."

"I don't understand why Hogwarts would include this kind of book in the library. Maybe the professor who was in charge of purchasing books on the history of magic didn't understand the history of magic, but under the cover of many lies, some historical facts and laws of that era are still It has been recorded, for example, that successive ministers of the Ministry of Magic are related by blood or marriage to these pure-blood families."

Even though he hadn't read the book for more than a year, Nelson was still able to deftly turn the pages to where he wanted them to be, in a crude "Malfoy's Ancestors vs. Below the painting, a row of tables was drawn on a very small blank page, listing the family backgrounds of the successive Ministers of Magic.

"Rich's ascension to the position was a complete accident. Maybe even Shafiq himself didn't expect that this lucky guy who was chosen at random turned out to be a pure Muggle-born wizard, so his actions in the ministry would appear to be so stretched. Every time you do something, you have to take advantage of it, such as the marginalized Black family, Nurmengard who entered the British market, and the turbulent Salem case of the Magical Congress of America. In the Second Salem incident, he He was extremely active, and even once led the sanctions against the Magical Congress of America, which finally allowed him to get the grades and international reputation that matched his status. I still remember that at this time last year, he almost stepped down in the face of impeachment, but now, he is I can do some tricks behind Shafiq's back."

"what?"

"Leave a way for those pure-blood families to survive."

Nelson sighed. As the first Muggle-born minister in history, Rich did not lack ability, vision or determination. He once dared to publicly criticize the righteousness of the former minister. The power has been dragged down, but even so, he is still struggling, and he is not willing to be a puppet, which is completely different from Shafiq's kind of person who says he can't do it, "When I went to him last week, it happened that When I met Malfoy and the group of people coming out of his office, the conditions he gave cannot be said to be harsh, but judging from Malfoy's ability to negotiate business with me at the door of the minister's office, they will soon agree with Rich. After all, it seems more comfortable to linger than to die, and what you don't expect is that even in the office, in front of Shafiq, he dared to express to me that he and he are not of the same mind—with the ring finger Tapping the shoulder blades with his knuckles, this is the way wizards who Nurmengard infiltrated the Magic Congress of America long ago expressed their identity."

Nelson stretched out his hand and made a strange gesture—the three fingers clenched into a circle, the ring finger bent into a triangle, and the thumbs raised up to form a straight line, which happened to represent the three Deathly Hallows, which could implicitly express his identity as a saint , but after Nelson's small silver ball for communication came out, this method of communication was abandoned.

"Nobby Rich is...a saint?" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No," Nelson shook his head. "When he tapped his knuckles, he embroidered an address on my shoulder with black thread. From a magical point of view, he is not an idiot like Foley. I gave this address Sent a blank letter, and the next day, I got a letter from him in the owl room, the day I met Dumbledore-he told me that this was the second surviving member of the Magical Council of America interrogation. He was told by an official paid off by Nurmengard when he was involved in the Salem incident."

"So what is he trying to say?" Tom narrowed his eyes. "Need the support of the Slytherin surname Gaunt?"

"Rich is going to overthrow Shafik. He believes that the root of the corruption of the British Ministry of Magic lies in this justice and the head of the Wizengamot." Nelson smiled maliciously, "Although I think he Some personal emotions are involved, but I have to admit that he and I have the same goal."

"You and Shafik..." Tom paused, suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand, no wonder you left photos and those evidences, are you going to ruin him?"

"It depends on your mood," Nelson said with a smile, "he thinks he has no plans to spare, and the reelection of the Wizengamot will definitely consider the candidate's attitude towards Nurmengard, but he doesn't understand that Nurmengard and me are two different things , not to mention...how can he not understand things that he can understand even the new card game released by Chocolate Chip?"

"Oh~" Tom made a strange hiss with a long voice, "Grindelwald might be sad."

"Go, I'll take you to see something fun."

Nelson was not interested in whether Grindelwald was hurt or not. He threw the postbox in his hand into the air. It re-shaped into a small silver ball during the ascent, and then shrank suddenly and disappeared when the downward momentum just started. not see.

"Is this it? You don't even spare the owl business?"

"It's just a simple trick. What I'm going to show you is much more interesting than that." Nelson kept his hands shut, stuffed the stationery on the table into his pockets, stood up, and walked towards the library door with his hands behind his back. Walking, Tom followed behind him suspiciously, asking some nonsensical questions from time to time.

"Did you dig a new tunnel?"

"So Grindelwald will be sad?"

"Is the combination of their cards really powerful?"

Not long after, the two left the castle, and amidst the cheers echoing over the campus, they quickly approached the Forbidden Forest.

……

"So you called me out just to see the horses?" Tom looked a little toothache, "Although it is rare for horses to meet..."

"It's the horses, be polite to them—listen!"

Nelson signaled Tom to keep silent, and the two stared intently at the centaur gathered in the Forbidden Forest. They were arguing over the chaotic "celestial phenomenon", and pointed to Faust with a faint light flashing above their heads from time to time. Some people said it was Mars, some say it's Venus.

"This prank is good." Tom felt a little speechless, "You must be very happy to make the astrologers mess up."

"No," Nelson shook his head, a brand new piece of parchment appeared in front of him, his palm was shrouded in mist, and lightning flashed from time to time, under the control of magic, complicated lines were drawn on the parchment , "Do you know why the center of Krakow is called the center?"

"Because it is a transit of the teleportation array?"

"Simply because of its geographic center in Europe."

Before Tom got angry, Nelson handed the drawing in front of him, "Can you see what this is?"

"map?"

Tom squinted his eyes and looked at the lines in front of him that were similar to the common maps but completely distorted. For some reason, he always felt that the lines in front of him were more real. At the corner of the large map of Scotland, a blank circle was placed there abruptly .

"That's right," Nelson nodded, "With the Center as the center, I have already set up the eyes over Europe. As we all know, the location of Hogwarts is a mystery like almost all wizarding schools, and even cast a spell to prevent it from appearing on the map. marked spells, but if we could draw a bitmap of all the places around it, the one that wouldn't show up in the middle would be Hogwarts, of course."

"Are you finally ready to attack Hogwarts?"

"No," Nelson denied, "I just want to tell you that if you can look down, anything sneaky will be invisible."

"Well said." A stern voice came from the bushes, and the two raised their heads. A centaur bent his bow and set an arrow, staring at the two intruders with an unfriendly expression, "Humans, this is not what you should come here for." place."

Impatient, Tom had already drawn out his wand.

"I came to visit you on purpose," Nelson stood up, patted the soil and leaves on his body, and said politely, "Regarding the chaotic stars and unknown fate in recent days, may I have a chance to understand the mystery? "

(End of this chapter)