My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 451 Dangerous Building
"Why are you doing this?"

Dumbledore stepped forward quickly, stopped the wizard who was expelling the old craftsman, and glared at him.

"Who are you?" The wizard picked his nose and winked at the man blocking his way. He looked at it for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Professor Dumbledore?"

"you know me?"

"Who doesn't know you?" The wizard put on a standard demeanor of a rogue or a hooligan, pouted his mouth, showing a mouthful of foul-smelling yellow teeth, "I was the second you returned to school to teach. Graduated in [-], it's normal that you don't have an impression of me."

"I have a student like you?" Dumbledore squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the man in front of him. He really couldn't connect his figure with those green youths in his memory. He pursed his lips and asked softly ,"May I have your name?"

"Me?" The wizard pointed at himself with an exaggerated expression, "Are you talking about me?"

Dumbledore nodded silently.

"My name is Edward, Edward Foley." The wizard seemed a little flattered, and he didn't have much confidence that Dumbledore would recognize him, "You don't have to remember who I am, Professor, a busy man like you There is no need to keep the memory on someone like me."

"Edward?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and a burly young boy appeared in front of his eyes. He often carried his precious broomstick around the Quidditch field. Dumbledore remembered that the boy was still Slater Lin's goalkeeper once dyed his black hair green to celebrate Slytherin's championship.

He shook his head, feeling a little dazed in front of his eyes. The out-of-shape figure of the wizard overlapped with the boy in his memory. He widened to the left and right sides by more than 01:30, and his height didn't change much. Humble and low, the messy half-length hair is moss-like green even without dyeing, as if the scalp has become moldy because it has not been washed for a long time, and it is wilder than a forester. The beard grew wildly, covering his oil-stained neckline, and he was wearing ordinary old clothes, and he couldn't tell when it was washed last time.

Dumbledore frowned and said softly, "Edward? The Edward who dyed his hair green?"

"You still remember me!"

Edward shouted, staring at Dumbledore with wide eyes, just being recognized was enough to make him feel ecstatic.

"I remember that you should be a relative of Foley, and you got a job in the Sports Department on his recommendation...why—"

Dumbledore didn't go any further, but the second half of the sentence was already obvious.

"Professor, don't you know that my uncle fell a long time ago?"

The joy on Edward's face disappeared instantly, his eyebrows drooped, and he didn't seem to continue this topic.

"I remember that your NEWTs test scores are good, and you won't be able to—"

"Professor," it was Edward who took the initiative to interrupt Dumbledore this time. He raised his eyebrows, scratched his forehead, caught a flea from his hair and crushed it on his fingertips, and said in a somewhat mean tone, "Eat Clothes and clothing, and drinking every day... I know what you want to say, with that report card with only an O at the top, I can indeed find a job, but in which shop I will be drank by others How can I do this kind of work?"

"Isn't it better than you are now? I don't understand." Dumbledore shook his head.

"A dude helping someone with those toad skins and praying mantis eyeballs? That's ridiculous, Professor, there are too many people waiting to see my ignorant Uncle Welfare's jokes, do I have to stay in Diagon Alley Here, maintain that ridiculous decency, and be pitied and ridiculed by old acquaintances passing by?" Edward gritted his teeth, and squeezed out his complaints, "I don't want that, to be able to be a pawn in Lord Malfoy's house. A purebred dog is also very good, and I can bully those poor wretches I might become every day, and the salary is not cheap, just obedient and baring my teeth at rude guests."

Dumbledore knew that this once noble, high-spirited, and promising young man had become a vile thug. He couldn't help but feel sorry for his education failure, even though Edward, who was about to graduate at the time, was not influenced by him. How instructive.

"Did you see that old man? That bereaved dog, his graduation report card had four O's, but he is still being called around. Mudbloods are like this. They are precarious. They only deserve to live in bridge holes. If I had done what you said when my uncle fell, then my situation would not be much better than that of Mudblood," Edward showed a mocking expression, mocking Dumbledore's ignorance of not knowing the rules, "Oh, By the way, congratulations, I heard from Lord Malfoy that you will become the head of the Wizengamot today."

Dumbledore said nothing, just sighed.

"Our life will be easier in the future, Professor," Edward raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "When the equipment imported from the great Nurmengard is fully installed, the people working in this block only need to be able to wield it like a baboon The magic wand is enough, there are as many wizards as there are, no one dares to be disobedient, some people want to squeeze out the guys inside and join in, I no longer have to please those guys who think they have some skills like serving the uncle like before, At that time, I have the final say here, and when you come again, I can treat you to a drink in my spacious office."

Dumbledore shook his head again. What Edward said was no different from what Shafik had speculated. He closed his eyes in pain. He wanted to see if there was any way to save him, but these powerful pure-blood wizards The astonishing efficiency they faced with Gallon and Edward's distorted speech in front of him made Dumbledore feel that if everything here went according to Nelson's arrangement, it would be considered a good result.

"This is what those people often say. Muggles have played a trick hundreds of years ago, but wizards still don't know anything about it? It's just a bit too ruthless, isn't it? I don't know if it can be done here. Can you bear that kind of pain?" Dumbledore rubbed his temples, feeling a burst of headaches, "They won't sit still, and then these thugs may be able to play their role."

"What?" Edward didn't understand Dumbledore's words.

"Just talking to myself, I hope you have a bright future." Dumbledore smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left the ruins.

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"Wizards can easily use their wands to get everything, so they forget an important truth." In a Muggle restaurant in London, the penguin happily told Aberforth who was sitting opposite him, wearing a scarf The cook brought up the hot pie, Penguin stopped talking, knocked on the table politely, and nodded, "Thank you, miss."

The cook had never seen such a well-dressed personage in her restaurant, she blushed and ran away quickly.

"What's the point?" Aberforth looked at the back of the cook, and whistled, making her already nervous. "Excuse me, can I have half of this pie? I'm hungry died."

"As you wish, Mr. Gatsby." Penguin blinked, pushed the pie in front of Aberforth, and continued, "The principle is that no matter what you get, you have to pay a price. Price exchange is the eternal truth in this world. Plants need to contribute fruits after obtaining nutrients from soil, water and air. Animals need to donate their meat after eating these fruits. Buying things requires money and making money Work needs to be done, and the Muggles figured it out way before us."

"Is it really?"

"I didn't expect you to understand this kind of truth!" Penguin clapped his hands in surprise, startling Aberforth who was eating pie, and when he was almost choked to death by pie, a glass of water was handed to him at hand.

"I didn't say anything?! Did I just say something unconsciously?"

He gulped water, rubbed his chest and said, Aberforth felt that he was a charismatic and free-spirited figure when he was not facing any of Dumbledore or Grindelwald, but this was not enough to make the opponent This vicious penguin is talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"Doubt is the truth, Mr. Gatsby," Penguin blinked and smiled, "I have asked my lord this question before, in my opinion, there are very few true equivalent exchanges in the Muggle world. , do you know what he told me?"

"Your lord...what did he say?"

"He said that just like wizards are used to getting something for nothing, Muggles are often not paid for their hard work, and when they spend their wages, they will also buy overpriced goods. Take the pie you are eating Every morsel of yours is a hefty rent, taxes, premiums the store puts up to buy something that is full of premiums, and it costs only the labor of the chef, the cultivation of the farmer, and...well, the apples Pie it...and the care of the apples by the grower."

"It's an apple," Aberforth realized sadly that this was the only question he could answer. He shook his head and said, "In this way, Muggles are even more unfair than wizards."

"Really, Mr. Gatsby."

"You can still call me Mr. Dumbledore." Aberforth blinked his eyes as if he had eaten a bitter melon, and said, "Since you have investigated it so clearly."

"Well, Mr. Gatsby," Penguin shrugged, and continued, "Wizards really don't have to bear too much cost for their lives, because they can get something for nothing. Enlargement spells, fast-growing spells, and various potions. It has created an illusion of harmony for us that lasted for thousands of years, if you tear off those coats that can be easily mass-produced by magic, what is left under our world?"

Aberforth fell silent. He was not stupid. On the contrary, he was smart enough to quickly realize that compared to Muggles, wizards were still stuck in the Middle Ages.

"My lord once tried to solve these ills, but he quickly realized that these rotten things are bound to an even more rotten social structure, and only by overthrowing the power passed down from generation to generation by the so-called nobles can a better building be rebuilt on the ruins. Penguin said proudly, "We just need to tell the wizards in England that there are free Galleons here, and they will swarm here like wild dogs smelling shit, and they will throw away everything they need to survive. To obtain immediate benefits, their efficiency will be much higher than you imagined, if you go to Diagon Alley now, the last magic workshop may be collapsing."

"yes?"

"Yes," Penguin nodded firmly, "destroying is much easier than rebuilding. When they are used to everything in the magic factory, they will become a dispensable nail on our conveyor belt. At that time, master Technology and pricing power, and people with power at the same time, will personally reshape this rotten world, and we will usher in the light."

Aberforth could hardly listen to Penguin's words, he just wanted to find Dumbledore quickly and tell him the horrific news, but he suddenly realized a serious question, why was Penguin so frank? Are you ready to imprison yourself?
"Is it really okay for you to tell me so much?" Aberforth asked carefully, holding the wand in the sleeve.

"No problem," Penguin smiled and spread his hands. "My lord said that you are his friend. I think his friend must have the wisdom to distinguish right from wrong, not to mention...all this has already happened, hasn't it? Like Like history, it has been unable to stop its powerful wheels."

"I know you're going to find Professor Dumbledore to share what you've seen and heard today, but you'd better think about it yourself, at least I think Professor Dumbledore will recognize it."

Aberforth pursed his lips and did not speak. He was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked, "Why did Grindelwald do this? I don't believe he would be so kind."

"You made a mistake." Penguin shook his head with a smile. "My lord is Lord Wertling."

"?"

"I have a movie ticket here, Mr. Dumbledore." Penguin pulled out a piece of colored printing paper from his arms and put it in front of Aberforth, stood up, turned and left, "Of course, this is just a trivial leisure, then, We're going to show something new that will change the world for the better, and I think you'll love it."

Aberforth nodded blankly, until the figure of the penguin appeared in front of him again, and Aberforth raised his wand nervously, pointing at the penguin.

The penguin unhurriedly took out an envelope and put it on the table: "Your Excellency said that he wanted to find you, maybe you would like to bring a letter there for me?"

Aberforth nodded, and the penguin disappeared.

(End of this chapter)