My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 494 "New" Xicheng

"Oh! God, God, I mean..."

Father Crawford stood in the confessional room of the chapel, looking at the festering, almost silent baby in the arms of a woman in tattered clothes, holding a silver basin filled with holy water, said incoherently, at a loss, "Ma'am, you have to take your child to the hospital. God may not be optimistic about this level of injury."

"But his illness is God's punishment," the ragged woman sobbed in despair. She fell to her knees and tightly held on to the hem of Father Crawford's robe, and her muddy tears fell to the ground drop by drop. , the sound of "Patapata" was extremely harsh, and he said in Polish English with a strong accent, "God can punish me, but must forgive my child..."

Father Crawford judged her identity with just one glance. There are too many such people in his parish. This is a Polish woman who fled to England at the beginning of the war. Her husband was separated and she was unaccompanied, she could only rely on betraying herself to survive, but when the war finally ended, she could not return to her hometown.

He could even guess the source of this woman's tragedy. Polish refugees were fled to various parts of Europe in a flash. Few people would bring money early. When they came to a strange city and wanted to settle down, they had to pay something—such as One compares the settlement allowance in exchange for family members.

Father Crawford sighed, ignoring the woman's filth, and reached out to stroke the top of her head.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind her, and just as Father Crawford raised his head to tell the visitor that someone was inside, the door of the confession room was pushed open vigorously.

"Let me tell you, ma'am, it's not God's punishment, it's his punishment for your indiscreet life, oh...poor little thing," said a man who broke into the confessional without permission, lifting a corner. The baby's swaddle, frowned and sighed for a while, and said, "If you have a connection, maybe you can go to St. Mungo's to see. The doctor there may have some experience with his condition."

"Saint Mungo?" The woman raised her head, her numb face was covered by her messy hair, she couldn't tell what was going on, "What's that? I've tried every doctor I could find in London, and they turned me down without exception." outside."

"It's incurable, ma'am," said the man impatiently. "I don't mean to dampen your desire to live, but if I were you, I'd be off by now to find out where St. Mungo is."

The woman turned her head in a daze, and was about to hug the man's leg behind her like she was grabbing Father Crawford's leg, but she froze the moment she stretched out her hand, and her originally numb eyes became more hollow, and then, He straightened up like a marionette, and left without saying a word, holding the baby in his arms.

"This is the biggest difference between us and you. When a wizard is in despair, at least he won't cry and beg for forgiveness to a guy who can't beat him." It turned out that it was a wizard in a long robe. He unbuttoned the collar of his robe and looked at Father Crawford, "I have something to do with you, Father."

"We will at least maintain respect in front of those who have faith. This is the biggest difference." Father Crawford put a straight face, put the silver basin in his hand on the table, turned and walked behind the table, "There is What are you doing, sir?"

"Am I right?" asked the wizard, "The child has syphilis in the womb, which is incurable for you, even for your God."

"You know a lot, Mr. Ogden," Father Crawford watched the woman staggering away, and said dissatisfied with the uninvited guest in front of him, "You really deserve to be a well-informed lord wizard."

"You're talking like I've had syphilis."

"I didn't accuse you like that. In God's presence, you said it yourself." The old priest sat down on the table, looked up at Ogden's newly injured face, and said, "When you come to me What is there to do in this chapel? You won't have the pleasure of hearing a wizard's confession today."

"You can really joke, Father," said Bob Ogden, the Auror who had had a brief exchange with Nelson in Hangleton, pulling away the chair opposite the priest, and sat down. "It's just that there's a new kind of The disease is prevalent, I happened to have seen it before, that thing is called dragon plague syphilis, and the disease is not too different from that woman's child."

"Dragon? You really deserve to be a wizard." Even the well-informed priest couldn't help but marvel at this magical name. He sighed and looked at the displeased wizard in front of him, with a few glaring spots on his face. The scar made the already rebellious face even more stinky, "It's rare to see you come to me on weekdays, it seems that there is something important."

Ogden lifted his hat, exposing those shocking scars in front of the priest. Seeing all kinds of bruised or rolled-up scars, the priest gasped.

"That's right, Father, when you were discussing syphilis with me just now, several people may have been hurt." Ogden said with a straight face, "I've been very busy recently, I don't know which god damn guy did it. Things, now those black wizards have become unscrupulous, and they don't care about other laws at all."

Ogden took out a piece of meat dripping with green blood from his pocket, covered his scarred face with it, gritted his teeth and let out a sharp inhalation sound, his shoulders shrank sharply, and quickly Stretched out, it looks a little inexplicably comfortable.

"See, this is what magic can bring to people, and it's not a fun thing."

"Dark wizard? Is it the same as written in the book—"

"I don't know what book you're reading, Father, I'm just curious who thinks that the abolition of the Secrecy Act is good for Muggles. In the eyes of those dark wizards, the current Muggles are no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered. I In the past month, there have been at least fifteen kidnapping and murder cases in the jurisdiction." Listening to Ogden's description, Father Crawford's expression became serious, "Damn it, the square I used to play in when I was a child was bombed. It's collapsed, the whole of England is in a mess, if you let me know which damned guy destroyed the secrecy law... Sigh!"

The force in his hand was stronger, and the sticky scales on the piece of dragon meat slid across the wound, almost making him gasp in pain.

"Is the current situation so serious?" Father Crawford didn't know what to say, "I thought the existence of magic was enough to subvert everything."

"Fortunately, Rich's Ministry of Magic...Damn it, I was even his senior before, and now I have to call him Mr. Minister, it's magical," Ogden took out a small silver ball from his pocket, and put it on the priest's chest. On the table, "Fortunately, Rich's Ministry of Magic is not composed of a bunch of idiots like Foley, but they know that they should do something practical."

"what is this?"

"Listen to me first, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, what you call the wizarding police are severely understaffed. There have been serious riots in Northern Ireland in the past two days, and many pure-blood wizard nobles have openly taken to the streets to bully Muggles. , but the Irish Ministry of Magic is not willing to take care of these things. They claim that the riots in Northern Ireland need to be quelled by the British Ministry of Magic, so I have to be sent to support there. The Ministry of Magic also needs to guard against possible crises outside the border, so There are probably only two squads of Aurors capable of dealing with Muggle-encountered magic on the British mainland, and a whole bunch of unreliable Law Enforcement Squads."

"What? You want to leave? What about West City? Didn't you just say that many vicious incidents happened here?"

"Then you can only ask your God," Ogden shrugged his shoulders, made a helpless expression, pointed to the small silver ball in front of the priest, and said helplessly, "I seriously doubt the work of the left behind personnel Ability, but Minister Rich claims that he has a perfect plan. This is something a local lady in London asked me to bring to you. To be honest, I still don’t understand the order in which the Ministry of Magic discloses magic to Muggles step by step What is the basis? We are not allowed to contact your government. Instead, we only find priests, tailors, dancers and the like. The only person who can be ranked is a police inspector near the train station... It’s far away , This is the rancher of the red pine forest, Ms. Walburga Black asked me to bring you something, and she told me that this small object is enough to protect your future safety."

"what is this?"

Father Crawford held up the small silver ball and asked worriedly. He could feel the anxiety and concern in the heart of the wizard on the opposite side. The caring for people is real, at least his attitude when talking about crimes and the wounds on his face that seem to be battered with blood can explain everything. This is a man who is cold on the outside and warm on the heart.

"As far as I know, this is a suitcase produced by Nurmengard's magic factory. It should contain something that can help you. As for what it is... If I knew, I wouldn't be in such a hurry now , Ms. Black told me that only you can open this thing. Speaking of which, do you know her?" Ogden scratched his hair, put the dragon meat on his face, and said, "I heard some news, It is said that at the World Expo in Paris two months ago, a group of Muggles could deal with wizards for a short time. I think with her financial resources, she should be able to buy some alchemy props that Muggles can use temporarily, but these things are not very powerful. , the price is very expensive, and after I'm gone, you can start praying to your God when you open it."

"Can't people live together in peace?"

Father Crawford shook his head and put the small silver ball into his pocket. Just like Ogden said, he had already started to pray to God that there would be something useful in this ball. Up to now, his mentality has calmed down a lot, at least he can talk calmly with a godless wizard like Ogden.

"Of course," Ogden sneered, "do you think Britain is bad? Except for the countries with strange traditions and systems in the north and east, Britain is basically the best place in the world. The crime rate of wizards It can even be ignored among Muggles, if you really have that leisurely mind, why not go to Bulgaria to preach, believe me, the situation will surprise you."

"Bulgaria……"

"Okay, it's getting late, and it took me too much time to deliver things to you guys. It's almost time for assembly, so I'm leaving first," Ogden put the dragon meat back into his pocket, stood up, but found The priest had already lost his mind, he sighed, turned and left, "I hope your God and magic can bring you good luck."

Father Crawford recalled the bizarre experience during this month, and his thoughts drifted back to that afternoon a month ago.

That day, a bald red-haired man wearing a suit that was popular 40 years ago knocked on the door of the confessional and put a stack of thick parchment on the table. In this era, parchment is rarely used even in churches. .

The man chatted with him enthusiastically for a long time, and he said many dangerous remarks that would have been set on fire in the Middle Ages. The content was so shocking that the priest only remembered his last sentence, " In order to avoid large-scale riots, the Ministry of Magic has decided to disclose the existence of magic to the Muggle world in batches. You, who have had frequent contact with wizards, are also included in this first list, and there will be Aurors in charge of this area later. Contact you."

The Auror, he knew, was Ogden, but who was the "wizard with frequent contact" mentioned by Mr. Dorian Weasley, who claimed to be the Director of the Muggle Contact Office?Father Crawford's eyes flashed the faces of the churchgoers, but he never connected any of them with the wizard who had just left.

"boom!"

The door of the confessional was violently pushed open from the outside again, and Ogden rushed in with the wind under his feet, waking up the priest of Crawford who was thinking hard.

The priest looked up at him blankly.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't stay here!" Ogden stuffed his hands into his bosom, took out another small silver ball with a similar shape but a different pattern, and threw it straight into Father Crawford's bosom. "This is my 'phone', damn, who came up with that name, it's a mouthful! If you run into something you can't solve, press the button on it and I'll come over."

Father Crawford picked up the ball and pressed it lightly, and a piercing "Ode to Joy" came from Ogden's arms.

"For your God's sake, don't press it now, and don't play any wolf tricks." Ogden looked a little annoyed, "This thing is expensive! A set will cost me half a month's salary , hurry up and sell more indulgences, and return my money!"

"But we don't sell indulgences anymore..."

Father Crawford looked up, but Ogden had disappeared as swiftly as he had come.

(End of this chapter)