My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 487 Happy Cooperation
"Great, I feel relieved when I hear that." The wizard in the slender hat couldn't help clapping when he heard Dumbledore's words, "When everyone is losing face, no one is losing face, Your Majesty will not deceive me!"

No one paid any attention to his eccentric speech, but silently looked at the parchment being distributed by Dumbledore.

There was silence in the dark room, only the sound of Nelson's slightly staggering footsteps could be heard, as well as the crisp knocking sound and the sound of fabric rubbing. He was storing the Deathly Hallows placed beside him one by one.

They looked at that thin parchment for a long time, as if the content in a few lines was so rich.

"Are you sure you want to transfer the ownership of all the factories in our country?"

After a while, a slightly puzzled voice sounded from behind Nelson.

"Crack!"

Nelson closed the small silver ball in his hand, put it in his pocket, turned his head, and looked behind him over the back of the chair.

"Yes, you only need to pay for the cost of construction and lost work," Nelson said with a smile, "This is not a very large amount, the profits of these few are enough, of course, I mean when no one is corrupted Otherwise, you will have to bleed a little."

"As a crazy criminal who broke the secrecy law, you still want money?"

"Sir, what are you talking about? Is the chain that just broke an illusion? The secrecy law is a thing of the past," Nelson shook his head. "Besides, if those are my properties, it would be okay to pay some money." It's not a big deal, but it's really hard for me to control the investors in Nurmengard, maybe you can talk to Grindelwald."

Hearing Grindelwald's name, the man's arrogance was instantly reduced by half a point. He also came from the Expo Garden. Grindelwald's magic power and influence have long been different from the past. His toughness made the Bulgarian representative feel instinctive. fear.

"I just think you have a criminal record," he said softly, his voice back to normal, "Now that I see such a seemingly beautiful clause, I always feel that you have stuffed something into it."

"We discussed and decided this before, did you forget it so quickly?" The old Egyptian wizard sitting beside him smiled and nodded at Nelson, "Don't make people laugh, Azrais."

"Thank you," Nelson saw the appearance of this Egyptian wizard. Unlike the stereotyped Egyptians, this old wizard didn't wear gold belt and silver, but the thick black eyeliner really surprised people. "Before Everything is expedient. I know how much you resent the past behavior of the magic factory, but you only need to do some calculations to understand how much you have earned. Let's put aside our prejudices and previous quarrels. Garen will not Liar, isn't it?"

"You will change the subject." The Egyptian wizard still maintained a smile. "Can making money and being blackmailed be the same thing? But now that the matter has come to this point, they must be able to see your sincerity, let alone Muggles and the like." Yes, there is no trouble under magic, but I think there is a small loophole in your proposal. Even though these magic factories are owned by various countries, the raw materials still have to be imported from your magic factory in Nurmengard. , we only know how to assemble it, but we played the role you arranged for Muggles, do you want us to compare our hearts and experience it first?"

Nelson's eyes turned cold. The old wizard looked at him with a smile on his face, but in fact he knew everything well, and every word was focused on the key points. He was obviously not the kind of guy who was simply sent for a meeting. He has a lot of research, even surpassing most of the wizards Nelson has seen. Under the guidance of his words, the few wizards who can sit with him have gradually developed a skeptical attitude.

"Are you all worried that you won't be able to make it?"

Nelson looked around for a week, and just when he was about to use his tongue again, his eyes passed Dumbledore in the air, as if he was reminding himself "don't forget what you promised me".

Nelson finally calmed down. While he was in power, he almost forgot the purpose of his trip, took a deep breath, and said, "You need to talk to the magic factory, after all, those magics are not in my hands." inside."

"Can it be sold?" The Egyptian wizard raised his eyebrows, and even his eyeliner jumped up, "It's fine if it can be sold, as long as Garen can solve the problem, it's not a problem, but if someone chokes his throat, even if he puts it in his pocket." Galleons will also be hot."

The contents of a few lines on the parchment really extended into a huge amount of information in the end. Under each clause, Nelson was horrified to find that before he knew it, he almost took the Nurmengard building. The factory was placed in a very high position that he absolutely didn't want to see, and all of this was exactly what Grindelwald wanted to see!
Following the concessions one by one, the faces of these wizards were full of smiles. Just like what the Egyptian wizard said, Muggles are nothing to them now, so what if they knew about it?It was just back in the seventeenth century when the law of secrecy had not yet been established. They didn't even take that "missionary" seriously. They just mentioned it and never mentioned it again.

Their attitudes changed so quickly that Nelson himself didn't expect it. The change of the situation was just a change of background. Only Garen and the power lying on top of Garen were the eternal kingship.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help chuckling.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of a black dragon that likes to collect treasures in a book I read before."

"Haha, young people still like to read some fantasy novels. At my age, they feel dizzy when they read books." People smiled genuinely. "Open the doors and windows, it's pitch black, and you can't see anything clearly."

"Why don't we know the rigidity of the secrecy law? Fortunately, you have provided us with a good idea."

"It's just a little bit caught off guard."

"There are always surprises in life. When you walk out from here, no one will know that you were almost locked up."

"We are still very open-minded and happy to cooperate."

"Pleasant to work with."

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"W...Weiltoning," Constance looked at Nelson hesitantly. After Nelson's eyes turned to her, she gently pressed her lips together and said, "Do you have anything else to do later?"

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Nelson was full of affection for Principal Beauxbatons who was the first to unchain her. Her pure golden look was impressive, although he was unable to speak to Constance for various reasons during the Triwizard Tournament , but her kindness undoubtedly helped him a lot. Without this first broken chain, things after that would probably not be as simple as they are now.

He shook his head and bowed slightly: "Sorry, I'm afraid I have a lot of work to do next, and you heard it too, I have to give them some things that the adults want."

"You are their son, why did you invest in the account of the enemy?"

Constance walked towards Nelson quickly. Hearing the past events involved in her mouth, many people's attention was temporarily attracted here. In order to prevent Constance from acting aggressively, the man in the tall hat Wu couldn't help but took a step forward, but just as he was about to block between the two, Dumbledore held his shoulder.

The stiletto wizard turned his head inexplicably, showing a puzzled expression, and Dumbledore shook his head slightly at him.

"What's the situation? Didn't she abstain?"

"That's something else."

Dumbledore did not lend a helping hand, but instead stood shoulder to shoulder with the wizard in the slender hat at the nearest position, admiring the sprawling branches in front of him.

Nelson couldn't answer Constance's question, but just stood there quietly, waiting for her to approach. Constance's figure was not as tall as the future Mrs. Maxime, and she had to look up when the two looked at each other Nelson, she walked quickly to Nelson and stopped, the distance from him was less than one meter, and Nelson could even feel her hot breath and the strong emotions contained in it.

"You should know what happened 17 years ago. With your ingenuity, you can't imagine what will happen if Grindelwald gains power, but you have built a weapon that can destroy the order of wizards under his nose..."

Constance squinted her eyes, and Nelson guessed something from her expression. Her age was almost the same as that of the Mergans, and she might be an old acquaintance of Beauxbatons. Constance moved forward step by step, and the weak Nelson Forced by her to retreat step by step, he quickly returned to the cast iron chair from outside the round table that was still warm.

Even though Constance looked up, Nelson still felt the momentum of being questioned. His calf finally hit the edge of the chair, lost his balance, and fell backwards.

"It's much better now. Looking up at people, my neck hurts."

The corners of Constance's mouth twitched, but there was no smile on her face. She lowered her head and stared intently into Nelson's eyes for a long time.

"Your eyes are neither his nor hers."

"What is she talking about?" the wizard in the slender hat covered his mouth with his hands, lowered his voice and asked Dumbledore familiarly.

Dumbledore's immersive movie-watching experience was destroyed, he looked at the wizard in the slender hat, and shook his head helplessly: "How would I know? And don't you think this kind of question should not be asked by His Majesty Norton's Secretary of State? "

"Whatever." The wizard with the tall hat shook his head and said nonchalantly, "I didn't do this originally, anyway, the United States has nothing to do with what you are talking about. The American secrecy law has long existed in name only, since this is the trend , His Majesty Norton has already made preparations, and my work has already been done, so what's the point of seeing the excitement?"

"Your job?" Dumbledore became interested. "Are you helping Mr. Williams out of the siege, are you assigned by the Magical Congress of America?"

"That's not like the question that the chief wizard of the Wizengamot should ask," the tall wizard in the tall hat showed a sly smile, shrugged, and said, "Maybe I'm still a professor of Ilvermorny, Professor Twelve Trees is willing to protect the students of Ilvermorny, and this kind of love and sense of responsibility may not be matched by anyone."

"Twelve Trees?" Dumbledore's eyes were blocked by the reflection of his glasses. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "I remember him...how is he now?"

"He is enjoying himself in Ilvermorny now, and now on the top of Mount Greylock, there are many flowers that you have never seen before," the tall hat wizard took out a handkerchief from his pocket, taking advantage of the Bubu quietly lifted his hat, wiped it on his shiny forehead, put on his hat and continued, "Before this trip, he also asked me to find the principal of the European School, hoping to learn more about magic. He has heard a lot of information about Hogwarts' school-running philosophy in the past few years, and he has always been very fascinated... Fascinated."

"Melissa?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and his gaze through the half-moon lenses became a little stern.

"Who?" The slender hat wizard showed a blank expression, "Where did we just talk about? Oh yes! You ask who asked me to come here, of course His Majesty Norton, he is very grateful to Mr. Williams , if it wasn't for the two of them to disrupt the situation, I'm afraid the entire American continent would be hard-pressed."

"Your memory is worse than the old lady downstairs who specially stamped it. I was right when I said that there is no one to use Norton II... I have heard some rumors." When the two chatted, the The stocky wizard squeezed in, his arms hanging like a gibbon on the shoulders of the two, and he joined the conversation with great interest, perhaps he was the only one of the three who really watched the scene, "17 years ago, Booth Two of Barton's graduates passed the retention assessment, but in the end only Constance was left. It seemed that she was the kind of person who valued friendship more than the principal, and now she might be asking questions after facing her old friend. "

"Look, Professor Dumbledore," the tall wizard in the slender hat raised his hat at Dumbledore and nodded slightly, "that's all I can say."

"Well, thank you."

Only the solid wizard still looked at Constance with great interest, while diverging his thoughts: "Speaking of which, this young man does look similar to Mergan Wertning. When I was young, I was in "Transfiguration International" The editorial department has seen him, just like the current Mr. Williams. Speaking of which, why did he first appear in our field of vision in Nurmengard? Just like Constance said, where is he You can go there, but it's too strange to go there...you think so?"

"Ha ha."

The wizard in the thin tall hat twitched his cheeks, pouted at the right side of the stocky wizard, and followed his gaze, the shoulders he hung had long since disappeared, only the solid touch remained in the air, but just as he noticed The moment Dumbledore disappeared, the originally solid air collapsed instantly. He lost the support on one side and almost staggered and fell to the ground.

At this time, Dumbledore was already standing in front of the old Egyptian wizard and chatting.

"This kind of enthusiastic guy is much better than Shafiq's stern-faced old guy. I heard he was arrested, do you know?"

The stocky wizard tried his best to find a conversation with the only one left, but when he turned his head, the eye-catching stiletto hat had disappeared.

Constance approached Nelson, lowered her voice, whispered something in his ear, then raised her voice, and said:
"When things here are over, you can come to Beauxbatons. I'll wait for you there. As for now, go and see your injuries, and get a good night's sleep. Don't fall into any root cause."

(End of this chapter)