My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

485 Threat
After a long quick question and answer, people with parched mouths temporarily reached the intermission time.

"What kind of questions are you asking? Is there really no one available to Norton II?" The honest wizard stared at the aggressive idiot beside him with some distress, "You are like a student who is afraid that his students will not be able to do anything." After graduation, he frantically asked some stupid questions during the defense to delay the time. The hard-working old tutor."

The tall wizard in the tall hat looked at him and blinked blankly.

"Damn it, I forgot that you Ilvermorny don't have a graduation thesis assessment," the stocky wizard stroked his forehead. "Is that why you have so many insights?"

He emphasized the words "insights" and was full of sarcasm, but the tall wizard in the tall hat didn't seem to understand, and happily knocked on the table, as if he was throwing away the same reputation as the United States for France. The face felt secretly pleased.

"Perhaps you can tell me what a graduation thesis is? It sounds like an assessment standard that can effectively judge students' learning effects." Constance intervened in the conversation between the two and asked curiously, "Can you put Show me your paper? I'm a little curious."

"I don't think you can understand Russian," the honest wizard suddenly panicked, as if he had failed the plagiarism check and was called into the office by his tutor, "that's—"

"Cough cough!" Every time this happened, the old Egyptian wizard who Nelson couldn't see because of the angle would cough a few times, acting as a way to bring these uninterested participants back to reality Task, "Now we don't even pay attention to such a major event as the secrecy law being blocked. I doubt that in the next official meeting of the International Federation of Wizards, we will play around for a long time like today, and then achieve nothing."

"Aren't we playing now?" Constance rolled her beautiful eyes, her tone full of dissatisfaction, "I don't understand, since things have already happened, what's the point of us discussing them."

"We always need to come up with some ways to deal with the aftermath. Taking advantage of the fact that wizard representatives from various countries are here, we can gather everyone's strength to quickly eliminate the impact of all these incidents," the old Egyptian wizard still said softly, "I Thinking that Dumbledore advocated an early meeting, he also had the same thoughts, didn't he?"

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore responded perfunctorily, his seat was in the blind spot of Nelson's vision, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Why didn't I see that you have even the slightest urgency to solve the problem?" Constance sneered, leaning back on the chair, "The French Ministry of Magic is a mess, and I, as the principal of Beauxbatons, may be the only one Those who can preside over the overall situation, I don't understand the logic of your urging me to participate in the meeting, do you have another purpose? Do you have another purpose, Albus?"

After finishing speaking, she stood up, waved her wand casually, and the outermost chain wrapped around Nelson's chain snapped and fell off his body.

"I can abstain, right?" Constance slapped the table, "You don't care about the life and death of Muggles in Paris, you don't care about the future of French wizards, I care!"

"Constance," Dumbledore, who had been mentioned a few times, finally stopped being perfunctory and said softly, "It's meaningless to preside over the overall situation now, believe me, people outside know what they want better than you, as far as I know You know, the news here has spread from the hands of Muggles to all over the world. Now that the change of the situation is a foregone conclusion, as the only witch who can preside over the overall situation in France, don't you want to know what to do in the future? What's more, we still have It's more of an immediate issue to talk about what to do with Nelson Williams."

Constance was silent for a moment, pulled out the chair, and sat back.

"At least as the headmaster of Beauxbatons, it doesn't matter to me even if there is a disturbance here," she leaned back in the chair, her words were unwavering, "Anyway, Beauxbatons are hidden from wizards, even if they are known to Muggles. , It does not affect my teaching students."

"Okay, but look," the slender hat wizard reminded, "do you want to fasten the chain back? There is still a big guy and a little devil parked outside."

"Didn't I say that? I abstained." Constance rolled her eyes. "Besides, this is Mergan Wertning's son. You want me to tie him back?"

"Really?" Nelson felt several eyes shot at him at the same time, and the Egyptian wizard behind him said quietly, "It looks pretty similar."

"Wildening." Constance cleared her throat and said loudly, "I noticed that you have been silent for a long time. You must know that until now, you have not convinced even a single chain."

"I understand, ma'am," Nelson nodded, and people's eyes finally returned to him. Even though he was tied to a chair, he seemed to be giving a speech. "As Muggle-born wizards become more and more The more and more wizards and Muggles marry more frequently, the conceptual distinction between wizards and Muggles will slowly fade over time. This has already happened. Mr. Nobby Rich, the first Muggle-born minister. Now you only need to be cleared of memory, you may not have noticed, all this has already changed, instead of letting the humans who were originally of the same race come back together after a long time, I just speeded up the process."

"So, you still have a heart for wizards?" A sarcastic laugh sounded from behind Nelson.

"Of course, sir." Nelson nodded, even though the wizard behind him couldn't see his movements clearly, "Do you know why the products of Nurmengard Magic Factory are so high-quality and cheap?"

A few wizards who had shown no interest before raised their heads, and the secrets of real money can always attract people to pursue.

"For example, a balance for measuring potion ingredients. Do you know the difference between the balance sold in the hidden ground and the goods in the Muggle market?"

"Can this be the same?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded resolutely, "the scales themselves are all the same, and even because wizards are used to making them by hand, there will inevitably be some errors. If you only look at the scales, even Muggle products are better. When using steam to forge steel in China, the manufacturing industry has already far surpassed that of wizards, whether it is precision or efficiency, and the balances we use on weekdays are just a little more magic to ensure precision, and some protection to prevent potions from corroding metals. .”

"what do you mean……"

"That's right, in the magic factory, some raw materials that can be rough processed without magic power are semi-finished products they ordered from the Muggle factory, and after finishing and assembling by wizards, they are the products you see. It is also the reason why they can reduce the price by at least half while maintaining the quality."

"Isn't a Muggle product . . . synonymous with rough manufacturing?"

"If you really used it, you wouldn't say such things." Nelson popularized the "advanced" knowledge to this group of wizards who were still in the feudal society. "If you don't need to invest a lot of energy and magic power After working, the wizards in the magic factory will have more time, energy, and even magic power at their disposal in the process that requires magic, which is used to improve the process and iterate the product."

"Does that seem to be the case?"

"A small balance is enough for Muggles and wizards to maximize their value," Nelson said more and more enthusiastically, "Now there are trains and buses powered by magic, and there may even be magic in the future." Why should we resist the embrace of propelled planes, rockets, anything and magic?"

There was silence for a while, and after a little thought, people realized the feasibility of Nelson's theory. After all, it was really practiced, and it had even been practiced for several years.

"I have a question, Mr. Williams." A voice came from Nelson's side. Nelson looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a man with a bun. "I have never agreed to cooperate with you Nurmengard before. Because I have always been a little worried, if I want to establish this model in my country, will I encounter some kind of difficulty that only Nurmengard can overcome?"

"Sir, I have to reiterate again, I do not represent Nurmengard, nor do I belong to Nurmengard." Nelson said sincerely, "This is just a set of ideas, it is not a technique, let alone a secret method, as long as you understand The reason behind it is very simple to achieve, as far as I know, someone has already tried it, in this case, wouldn’t the secrecy law that was born because of an accident hundreds of years ago not be an obstacle?”

"He's right, we're already doing this." Beside the man with the bun, a short wizard with similar facial features raised his hand, looked around, and with the flickering of his wand, a chain came from him. Nelson's body slipped quietly, "To tell the truth, we have been discussing the issue of opening up the secrecy law for a long time, but a small country with few people can't stand the toss. Maybe after the incident in France is over, we will get a good reference, thank you Your wild ideas, Mr Williams."

The wizard with his hair bun looked down at the representatives of the neighboring countries, thought for a while, and then raised his wand.

"We wish everyone in Europe can achieve better development." In his polite words, another thicker chain was broken, "I have gained a lot of knowledge this time, and the secrecy law is actually not applicable in my country. Not as strict as you guys, we've been through the situation that Mr. Williams said for quite some time."

There is not a single stupid person sitting in this office. Under the instigation of interests, they quickly thought about the interests involved. Most of them are from other continents, and the connection with France, Grindelwald and even the secrecy law is not very close. Nations loose their chains.

Instead of being passive after magic exposure becomes a fait accompli, it is better to grab greater benefits and occupy higher power.

Apart from not being able to leave his seat, Nelson was already able to sit there and move around freely. He could finally look behind him and look around at the wizards who hadn't expressed their views. Looking at those familiar faces, he showed a vague smile.

"Everyone, I'm not a person who can only talk in plain language," Nelson chuckled, twisted his neck, and tugged on the few remaining chains on his body. People became irritated, "I'm just reminding you of some crises that have already happened out of my wizard's duty. Gentlemen, the goods directly supplied from the magic factory can be sold cheaper."

"There's such a good thing...it's not necessary, Garen has already made a lot of money." The Egyptian wizard behind Nelson was unmoved, "If we sell it cheaply, we won't make any money."

Nelson didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at him with a smile. Among the more than a dozen regional representatives divided by famous magic school districts, the few who did not express their views happened to be the ones who had the deepest cooperation with Nurmengard and the best teachers. They are greedy and short-sighted enough, and even fell into the same dumping trap as Britain a long time ago.

Just when the old wizard was still complacent, his eyes widened suddenly, and there was still a smug smile on his face, which made him look extremely funny.

"You...can you sell it more...cheaper?"

"Yes, sir, it's not 'us', but it can be sold cheaper." Nelson nodded politely. "As far as I know, the last workshop in Egypt—supposedly made flying carpets? Three months ago Closed already?"

A chilling atmosphere immediately permeated the top of the round table.

"Are you threatening us?"

"I haven't, sir," Nelson shook his head. "It doesn't make any difference where I am."

……

"I have no opinion."

After a long silence, someone finally stood up and broke the silence. Everyone's eyes were cast in the direction of the sound, but no one could have imagined that the first person to compromise was the one who stood up against it at the beginning and had the worst attitude. Hat wizard, he stood up, the beard connecting the two temples trembled with his breath, he straightened his collar, twisted the eagle-shaped collar pin at the collar, and said with a smile, "Mr. Williams, Your Majesty asked me to represent you. He greets you."

"Why you?" Looking at him in great contrast, the solid wizard next to him asked puzzledly, "Shouldn't the United States hate this kid the most? You've lost face!"

"Why?" The wizard in the slender hat took off his hat, revealing the bald and shiny scalp on the top of his lush head, "Does it have anything to do with His Majesty Norton? Or did you not go to us at all?" Visited the new park there."

"Gnar, you know, people with the surname Dumbledore hardly have any talent for business. Aberforth's bar is still losing money even today. I don't care about wealth," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, staring at Nelson , "Rich did this to bring down Shafiq. I have always opposed it."

"He's just helping Judge Shafik's greed, Professor."

All the chains on Nelson's body were broken, leaving only the last one. Dumbledore and his eyes collided in the air, and there seemed to be an invisible arc splashing.

"Mr. Nicklaus may not like to see you like this."

"Professor, he wants me to do what I want to do," Nelson stood up, the chain hanging on his shoulders looked like the ribbon of a triumphant general, "and what I want to do is to make this rigid and corrupt world go right."

"Is it really the right way?"

"At least not before."

(End of this chapter)