My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 449 "The Quibbler"

"Shock!The Chief Wizengamot has such an unknown face! "

Nelson was holding a magazine that fell from the sky. On the cover, the old wizard in the silver robe was printed extremely clearly, and the vividness of the colors surpassed several streets in this era. Who would not be intimidated when a man is equal to the law in that chair that everyone fears in the halls of Morocco?

In the photo, Shafik held the golden gavel high, looking calm and majestic. If this photo was printed on it like this, everyone who saw it would think that he was a majestic law enforcement officer.

But how could Penguin, the chief writer of "The Quibbler", give up the opportunity to do the whole job?Above the gavel held high by Shafik, a line of faintly visible numbers and letters blurred the pattern. Nelson's hands shook, and the angle of viewing the cover changed from facing the sun to squinting. Extraordinary objects are also quickly replaced by tiles made of characters.

"The golden gavel, costing 350 Galleons, was personally handed by Mr. Piston, the then president of Gringotts, after the honorable Justice Shafik reduced the stamp duty rate of 240 years implemented by Gringotts in [-]. Created, set a spell that makes the sound majestic, perhaps some readers have felt its magic."

"The Lord Chancellor's robes, presented by Mr. Malfoy as a personal gift, and the whereabouts of the purchase funds distributed by the Ministry of Magic are unknown. It is made of the softest mane of unicorns and the top-quality fabric imported from Nurmengard. It is woven with silver thread and is warm in winter. Cool summer, the value is immeasurable."

"The judge's chair, the purchase price is 25 Galleons, the actual cost is [-] Galleons, the premium ratio of the seats of the members of the Wizengamot is the same, every time you take the Knight Bus, you will have five to seven cents to become a Shafik A guest of your honorable ass."

"The pure gold badge is actually made of gold-plated copper. This is the reward Mr. Shafik gave himself after successfully increasing the tax on daily necessities. For every badge produced, the Shafik family will receive a Galleon allowance."

"..."

Looking at the dense numbers and descriptions, Nelson's face turned blue and purple, covered by alternate helplessness and speechlessness.

"The paper media has been taken to the end by him."

He couldn't help sighing, and threw the magazine to Tom casually.

"Who is this? Why is there a label on his face?"

Tom looked at the cover curiously. He held the magazine up high against the sun. In his eyes, the image of Shafiq was different from the two editions Nelson saw.

"How did you get this shot? It's amazing." Tom squinted his eyes at the ukiyo-e that looked like hell in front of him, and was amazed. "It's a bit like a desire camera, but how can a person have so many desires?"

Nelson twisted his neck, looked from the same angle as Tom, and saw Shafiq sitting on the throne of power with a luxurious medieval crown on his head, behind him was filled with piles of Galleons, golden People can't open their eyes, the silver robe is gone, replaced by a naked, young, wild body, those famous wizards who can be named are just like the Nobby Lee that Nelson once saw Strange, bent over, standing respectfully on both sides of him.

"Oh, it's the same kind of desire." Nelson retracted his head, curled his lips, and said, "It's greed, I finally know why Caractacus Burk, who was fine before, suddenly became delirious in Azkaban .”

"Shut up? It's really low-level," Tom snorted softly, "It's even more ridiculous if it hasn't been killed yet."

"After all, Borgin Bock is not a simple character," Nelson rubbed his chin, "it's not that easy to eliminate, I've always wondered why a black market businessman dared to challenge an Auror from the Department of Law Enforcement, now that I think about it, if he didn't With the background behind him, his shop should have been wiped out on the first day it opened."

"He has confessed all the crimes?" Tom couldn't wait to open the magazine, and such a heavy message was printed on the first page, "When? So soon?"

He took out a pocket watch and checked the time, his expression became exciting, "5 minutes ago? Was it printed so fast?"

"He promised me," Nelson squinted his eyes and shook his head, "that Shafik will taste the bitter fruit at a certain time, which is why I gave him the prototype of the time-turner."

"Can he use it?" Tom was a little distrustful, "You know, we can only extend the time to half a day ago."

"Maybe there is a special way. He has always been a person who is good at thinking of ways. If it is not because I dare not trust anyone, I am even willing to hand over the research and development work to him and let him assist Luo Lian."

"Now it seems that there is no need at all," Tom marveled at the wisdom of the witch he had never met. "Miss Lori Ann, her wisdom is as good as anyone I have ever met, and she can complete half of the work by herself. Almost all of her prototypes were built by her."

"I have to find some time to take a look," Nelson suddenly turned sideways, avoiding the "bomb" dropped by the magazine owl, "I always feel a little strange, the efficiency shouldn't be so high. "

"You don't trust me anymore," Tom raised his head, glanced at the bird droppings on the ground, and sighed, "I want to learn prophecy more and more."

"It's not the prophet, it's the brain."

"Do you think I don't?" Tom raised his eyebrows, and continued to focus on the magazine. The first few pages listed all kinds of Galleons he had embezzled since he worked in the Ministry of Magic, without any embellishments, but densely packed. The description is enough to shock anyone.

Although Shafiq's evils did not focus on corruption, these naked amounts can undoubtedly arouse the anger of readers in the first second. The wizard who suddenly reduced the quality of life because of rising prices couldn't help but get angry.

"Damn it, I finally know why Potter's shampoo has increased in price."

"Why?" Nelson asked curiously.

"He once uniformly raised the tax on all daily necessities because" Tom closed the magazine angrily, "and went to eat! It's really annoying. I don't know who collected so many criminal evidence. According to the report, according to the regulations, he will Sentenced to Azkaban imprisonment for a total of 190 years and three months, even the ashes will not be retrieved until 200 years later."

"How come there are zeros and wholes?"

"I don't know who collected so many criminal evidence," Tom continued to praise, "I must create a fountain sculpture for him in the magic department."

"Thank you very much."

"what?"

"I mean, I thank you for him," Nelson knew that Tom was just joking, but if he really knew that he did it, the starting of the fountain would turn from a joke to a reality and be put on the agenda. For someone like you who cares about prices, everyone's life will definitely get better and better."

"Not really," Tom scratched his head, "I met a goblin in Professor Slughorn's Slug Club before, and he recommended me a financial product that invests in commodities. I think the rate of return is good. I bought some stocks of fast smoothing hair products, but the growth rate has been very slow in the past few years, which turned out to be the ghost of exorbitant taxes.”

"It seems that you have made a lot of money," Nelson said quietly, "I thought you would only resell antiques."

"Where is it?" Tom shrugged, put the magazine in his hand on the road sign at the entrance of Hogsmeade Village, and waved his hand, "Come on, let's go and have a good meal, this meal is my treat."

The two headed to the depths of Hogsmeade, where there are many distinctive small shops.

And the magazine that was left at the entrance of the village flipped its pages under the breeze until the last one.

A line of text slowly emerged.

"Dear reader, since you have read the last page of this issue, I think you must have a lot of insights on the content of this issue. Here, "The Quibbler" would like to tell you a good news. Starting from this issue, you can Have a great day by sharing your opinion with readers around the world through the new magic that empowers magazines, just by writing."

This line of text disappeared soon after it was fully displayed, leaving only a piece of white paper without any traces.

The figures of Nelson and Tom disappeared at the end of the street. Finally, for the first time, new strokes appeared on the white paper—a question mark.

"Really?"

"Hey?"

"Hello?"

"????"

More and more words appeared on the page, and they became denser and denser. Soon, the entire sheet of paper was filled with densely packed words, with doubts, greetings, and inexplicable ghost symbols. After dark, the dense ink shrinks suddenly, and the page turns into a blank paper again. More and more complete sentences emerge on the page, and the content gradually becomes meaningful and related to the content of the magazine. Every copy of " The people holding the magazine behind "The Quibbler" expressed their shock and distrust of the content, as well as their criticism of Shafik.

In the clear and cloudless sky, the runes engraved in the metal that shuttled above the clouds were inspired by the invisible spells that came out from the pages of the books one after another. After combing through them, the huge and messy information was spread all over the world, The teleportation array connected to the center is sent to each magazine.

"Crash-"

The wind became stronger, and this thin but heavy page was closed by the air. On the back cover was a picture that was not very realistic. Shafik with a frightened expression was being surrounded by dementors behind the iron fence. In this picture Below the , a movie ticket that can be torn off is neatly printed there.

"You only need to go to France easily and comfortably through our local transmission network and enjoy an audio-visual feast."

"Lies are not worthy of being a mouthpiece, you have the right to speak out."

The magazine lay there quietly, with the corners of the pages flipping from time to time because of the breeze, until a passing boy picked it up out of curiosity.

"This is the day when sales exploded," Penguin walked out of the gate of the Ministry of Magic as if at home, took the coat handed over by his subordinates, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "This is what I often tell you, news must be time-sensitive sex."

"But my lord, we gave away all the magazines today, and lost a lot of money."

"Short-sighted," the penguin buttoned up, and strode towards the bustling street, "Go back and wait for the subscription letters that will fill the warehouse! Only the mouthpiece is worthy of lying, and only those with power are worthy of speaking. You know that for us, What is the greatest power?"

"Canon?"

"..." Penguin's carefully constructed image almost collapsed because of a stagger. He turned his head, stared at his men's dazed eyes, and said word by word, "We present words to let everyone have free thoughts. , and that's the kind of power we want to see, understand?"

"understood."

"Look at your wise little eyes, you must not understand," Penguin sighed, straightened his collar, turned and walked forward, "Why did I bring you out like crazy today? Go down and get some exercise in a bitter cold place."

"I'm in charge of security, Mr. Penguin."

"Security also needs brains."

Penguin sighed and turned the corner, but was stopped by an uninvited visitor.

"You are a penguin."

The wound on Aberforth's face from being scratched by the dragon still hasn't healed. He stood in front of the two with a stern expression, his wand hidden in the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Oh?" Penguin raised his eyebrows, staring at Aberforth's face, "You are... Mr. Gatsby, I didn't expect you to choose England for your vacation."

Aberforth didn't wear the face he used to break into Nurmengard, but he was instantly discredited by the penguin. With a light wave of his arm, his magic wand slipped from his cuff, and he let out a breath of steam. A cloud of white mist formed between the two.

"There is an attack!"

He was just about to open his mouth to say something, but his head was firmly held down by the subordinates behind him, and he was forced into a prostrate posture. Then, the not-so-clever wizard swung his stubby black wand vigorously, The thick red magic spell shot at Aberforth's head. The release of this spell was extremely fierce. With the help of the penguin's low-lying body, it was only seen by the victim before it got close to Aberforth, and what it aimed at was It was Aberforth's wound that had not healed for a long time.

No one but him would have thought that he would explode in the street, and the penguin scrambled out of his cover, frantically waving his wand to block the spell that was shot at Aberforth, and Aberforth raised his arm to resist, between the two Under the combined protection almost at the same time, the direction of the curse was changed, and it was shot out by rubbing Aberforth's scalp, hitting the unrepaired war ruins beside him, and instantly corroded a broken wall that was one person tall into a puddle. black water.

Penguin gasped and got up, both he and Aberforth were taken aback. Despite the haste of preparation, the spell was far more powerful than he had expected.

"What did you do before?"

"I sail the boat for the lord, but he doesn't usually take a boat, so—"

"I now believe that security work can be mindless." Penguin rubbed his chest, looked at the rapidly evaporating black water, and then at the tense Aberforth, and said softly, "Misunderstanding, Mr. Gatsby, this This is a new colleague who is a little confused about the situation."

"I understand. I was so nervous when I first went out to wander around," Aberforth grinned and smiled forcedly. He is not the kind of one-sided person. On the contrary, he is a hero, so he immediately borrowed the opportunity to go downhill. Donkey, changed his tone and said politely, "Maybe my attitude has misunderstood him, Mr. Penguin, I have some questions to ask you, can I show you my favor?"

(End of this chapter)