My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 452
"As I said, the macaroni here is delicious, so delicious that it doesn't look like it's made by the British."

"Isn't it obvious that the delicious food is not made by the British." Nelson shrugged, looking out the window at the children playing on the streets of Hogsmeade, his cheeks twitching slowly, "I thought the students had finished their exams Will try to come to Hogsmeade to play."

"For those guys who are grinding their guns, a simple final exam is enough to drain all their energy," Tom deftly rolled the macaroni pasta into his mouth with a fork, smacking his lips and mocking, "Most people should be sleeping in the dormitory now, even if the auditorium is full of steaming meals... I think Dumbledore must feel very desperate when he sees the empty dining table."

"Really?" Nelson noticed that the streets suddenly became lively, and the wizards staying in the surrounding shops and houses were approaching the center of the village. He didn't care, he just thought that Hogsmeade was holding some fair or something. Activity, "You may be disappointed, have you forgotten? What was written in that book just now."

"Oh yes, Dumbledore is at the Wizengamot, we will have to call him Your Honor from now on," Tom leaned back in his chair, with only a little soup and green peppers left on the plate in front of him, "Sure enough People go up to the top, and if I can be the head of the Wizengamot, I will not care about the school's final exam."

"Did you add too much tomato to your macaroni? Why is it sour?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "You know, this seat is not easy to sit in, especially now."

"It's also quite funny. The two of us are talking about this kind of thing here. If we can't do it, we will run away. I think many people do this."

Tom licked his lips, looking unsatisfied. Seeing his expression, Nelson, who had no appetite, pushed over his lunch, which he had only scooped out, and waved his hand. The missing piece of the plate was filled by a few small tomatoes Now, Tom pulled the plate in front of him, picked up the small tomatoes and ate them, followed Nelson's gaze to look out the window, and asked curiously, "What are they doing here?"

"Maybe there's a big sale on eggs," Nelson said casually. When the restaurant owner's kid ran in and pulled the boss out, his expression changed significantly, and he stood up and said, "Maybe something big happened. We're going to Want to see the fun?"

"Wait a minute, wait until I eat these two tomatoes."

Tom picked up two small tomatoes at the same time with a fork and threw them into his mouth. He wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, and followed Nelson towards the direction of the crowd.

The doors facing the street in the village opened one after another, and wizards with faces full of curiosity and doubt came out of their homes and onto the street. If it wasn't for this, Nelson would not have known that there were so many people living in Hogsmeade.

"I've read the local chronicles of Hogsmeade," Nelson said to Tom beside him as he walked, "A group trip of this scale was still during the goblin rebellion."

"Excuse me, can you stop talking?" Tom curled his lips, "I'm already a little sleepy."

The two of them approached the center of the village, and Nelson remembered that there should be an owl post office, where the wizards of Hogsmeade sometimes foster their own owls.

People from three floors inside and three floors outside surrounded the owl shed in the center of the village. Nelson and Tom, who came late, could only be blocked outside the wall of people, standing on tiptoes and looking inside. An owl was carrying a thick stack of magazines Flying staggeringly, Nelson could even see the livid skin under its thick feathers, it threw the magazines on the ground, and Nelson only had time to see the cover of "The Quibbler", and those magazines were early The villagers guarding around looted it all.

"Damn, I shouldn't eat so much, I feel like I'm going to throw up," Tom, who was being pushed around by the crowd, leaned closer to Nelson's ear and whispered, "Did we miss something just now? Could it be that the back of that movie ticket is really an egg exchange coupon?"

Nelson didn't have to answer Tom's question himself, because the heated discussion around him had already answered it for him.

"Really? You can communicate with people from all over the world through the magazine?" A farmer who didn't grab the magazine retreated from the crowd dragging a pitchfork and whispered to the neighbor beside him.

"I swear to Merlin, I just saw Hungarian," said his gentlemanly neighbor, unobtrusively rolling up a magazine behind his back and stuffing it carefully between the inside straps of his tuxedo, "I wrote on it I said a word, compared it with my wife, and it really appeared in her book."

"Well, your family actually has two copies, show me one first!" The farmer stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

"Don't worry, the magazine of "The Quibbler" said that they have printed a lot of copies in this issue, and they promise to send a copy to every wizard."

"I hope so." The farmer looked at the dense crowd in front of him, and then at the pitchfork in his hand, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and kill a bloody path.

"boom."

A muffled sound broke the silence between the two. A kid ran past the gentleman and hit his back with his shoulder. The magazine stuck in his trousers strap fell to the ground. In the magazine, the gentleman looked up and met the playful smile of his old neighbor.

"I think this magazine is still conservative. After all, no one thought that a family of two would get three copies."

"Listen to my explanation. I was worried that the magic in the magazine was time-sensitive, so I wanted to prepare a copy, otherwise the scolding battle with that Hungarian would be impossible." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, He smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to grab a copy, and there will be a steady stream of magazines sent to Hogsmeade in the future. If it is not possible, can you order one?"

The farmer said nothing, but pointed to the ground with his pitchfork, and his gentleman neighbor looked in the direction of the pitchfork, and a dirty little hand, which looked like it had just played in the mud, grabbed the foot of the page and pulled it away. gone.

He stared wide-eyed, and looked at the place where the little hand disappeared, only to see a jungle-like thigh.

"It's all right now," the farmer stuck his pitchfork in the ground, leaned on his chin, and smiled happily. "There are only two books left for the family of two."

"It seems to be in short supply," Tom rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and commented in a low voice, "It seems that there are gifts like eggs, maybe you can ask that strange guy to send two more copies."

"I really don't know what you've been listening to for a long time."

Nelson shook his head helplessly, stood on tiptoe and looked into the crowd, and saw another stack of magazines dropped by the owl, he stretched out his hand and waved, an invisible wind blade neatly cut the hemp rope binding the books, and was The pressed books lost their shackles and spread out in the air like compressed cotton. They opened their pages and flew lightly to those who did not receive them like butterflies.

"It would be great for them to see Shafiq's face."

One of the butterflies hovered in the air for a while, fluttering its wings, and spotted Tom rushing towards his arms. Tom stretched out his hand to catch it, and the last page opened in front of him. Flashing and refreshing at a rapid speed, expressing the emotions of the readers, although the magazine distribution has only passed a meal, but the readers' attention has already shifted from the content about Shafiq to this attached rain page The small piece of paper can communicate with countless strangers magically. Seeing this unreasonable scene, Tom, who is used to the world, can't help sighing.

"Does this magic really exist?"

Nelson nodded with a smile, and the wand in his hand instantly turned into a delicate pen, scribbling a few strokes in the blank space for readers to write.

"Let's discuss a little bit about the content of this issue. In the next issue, we will present a more convenient way of communication in the magazine."

Tom thought that this sentence would be overwhelmed by new comments soon, but he didn't expect that it would be bolded and highlighted at the top, and the speed of comment refresh slowed down visibly, and the surrounding just grabbed the magazine's The wizards also started discussing this passage in real time, and it appeared without time lag, even more convenient than the double-sided mirror, the most convenient way of magical communication. After the rare silence of the readers, as Nelson said Wishing speeches poured out like a tide, lashing at Shafiq's already infamous reputation.

"Let's go out, it's too crowded here." Nelson pushed away two big men blocking the door, and walked out against the crowd with Tom. Such a little magic with such enthusiasm."

"Little magic?" Tom raised his eyebrows, correcting Nelson's wrong perception, "Do you know what this is equivalent to? It is unique in all ages to have wizards from all over the world in one room! Like the first time a non-magic person encounters magic, I am shocked, and I have even thought of ten thousand ways to use this magic."

"I hope that when you go back, you can write down these ten thousand ways on a piece of paper to open my eyes, but I need to correct your misunderstanding, Tom, this is not a meeting of wizards from all over the world, as long as you can write , you can participate in this 'meeting'," Nelson nodded, and said, "I am really puzzled. Thousands of years have passed since the birth of magic, and wizards have not yet invented this low-cost instant The magic of communication."

"What's the point?" retorted Tom. "Can this kind of magic make wizards stronger? Can it make them stronger in duels? Most people think this way. If you are invincible, think No matter what you say, there will naturally be countless dog legs running errands for you."

"It's true... I told them about this idea when the center was built. At that time, they didn't know anything about it, and they didn't even understand what I meant at one point. They didn't expect that it has become a reality now." Nelson was quite emotional , "To be honest, I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"Didn't you invent this?"

"No," Nelson shook his head. "I don't need to do everything myself. The treasure is there, waiting for people with ideas to discover it."

"You have found a lot of talents in the garbage dump," Tom envied, "It's not like me, who helps this and that in school every day, but the group of guys open their mouths and say, 'I have to go back and ask my father', shut up It's just 'wait a few years for our family and I'll have the final say', it's really useless."

"You're a long-term investment. They haven't reached the point of exerting their strength yet," Nelson said with a smile. "Are you going to France for the holidays? Penguin and the others will hold a World Expo for wizards there, and there will be a lot of novelty at that time." , you may be able to bring some back and let your friends start their efforts a little earlier. I think if this is the case, then when their father's foundation collapses, the reaction of those pure-blood families will not be too strong .”

"Hurry up, I can't wait to use the cheap hair smoother." Tom curled his lips and nodded, "Why is it set in France? Isn't England good?"

"Because the French Ministry of Magic is great," Nelson blinked. "You know, their control over the wizarding world is equivalent to no control."

"This doesn't sound like a compliment." Tom put on a French expression, "Let's go back, let's go around the Pig's Head Bar first, Aberforth won't really die outside, right?"

"Bless you!"

A pair of strong arms rushed from behind the two, Nelson subconsciously lowered his head to dodge, and let Aberforth, who wanted to hug them at the same time, miss nothing, he only reached Tom's shoulders, and he lost his balance and circled around Tom After turning around, he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Are you OK?"

Nelson stretched out his hand and pulled Aberforth to his feet. Aberforth got up from the ground with his hands on his forehead, staring at the stars, and the ground trampled by the crowd threw him on his back.

"I...it's fine," he shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I saw a lot of people here, so I came here to join in the fun. I didn't expect you to be there, so I don't need to look for you."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Wait a minute, let me see what's going on inside," said Aberforth despite being knocked out of his senses, but his human nature of watching the crowds has not weakened in the slightest, "There are too many people here, let me go later In the bar, I'll tell you."

"Let's go," Nelson tugged on his sleeve and dragged him out of the crowd, "I'll get someone to send you a copy later."

"Ok."

At this time, the village was extremely deserted, and there was no one on the street. Aberforth also took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Nelson, saying, "You need to be careful recently, Nurmengard's Those black wizards are deploying people behind your back, there must be some unknown conspiracy."

"Thank you."

Nelson quickly opened the envelope. Penguin didn't write too much nonsense, but simply relayed the investigation results of Johnny and the two to Nelson. He quickly scanned the entire letter with an increasingly weird expression.

"What's the matter?" Tom whispered, while Aberforth turned his head away and whistled.

"It's actually for me," Nelson handed the letter to Tom, pouted at him, "What a strange guy."

"Who?" Tom glanced at the contents of his heart, and his expression soon became exactly the same as Nelson's. He slowly turned his head, his tone full of disbelief, "Muggle? Is that a Muggle?"

(End of this chapter)