My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 529 The most unpopular wizard

"London's Most Unpopular Wizard Rankings Are Out, Is He the Number One? ! "

A newspaper clipping that still smelled of ink was taped to the wall. Nelson looked at the smelly headline and fell into thought.

"Oh, Nelson, you also saw this newspaper," Professor Rahman blinked at him, and with a flick of his wand, the newspaper clippings peeled off the wall and flew into Nelson's hands like a butterfly. "Your name has been published in the newspaper. This is a great news! When I was young, a distant uncle was cheated out of [-] Galleons because he won the lottery. It was reported in a corner by the newspaper, and he proudly bragged to us for several years. Woolen cloth!"

Nelson raised his eyebrows. He didn't think being in such a report would be a commendable thing.

He took a closer look, and in the photo on the newspaper clipping, a man holding a stack of cards was yelling and cursing with excitement. Looking at his mouth, he seemed to have stopped at a certain word "Geneva money back".

"...The author found and interviewed Mr. Aibo, who runs the Chocolate Frog Workshop. He categorically denied the accusation that the collection card lovers secretly changed the explosion rate, and claimed that 'the packaging of the chocolate frog pictures is completely random and magical. The Department of Commerce of the Ministry of Commerce and other relevant departments jointly supervised. If you did not collect the desired cards, maybe you bought not enough chocolate frogs and the samples were not big enough. The results of the 350 survey questionnaires showed that among the new characters that were highlighted, only two Nelson Wertning Williams cards appeared, and some readers even spent huge sums of money to order a thousand bags of chocolate frogs. I didn’t get even one card. A few days ago, in an exchange event spontaneously held by collectors of chocolate frog pictures, someone bid £[-] for a Nelson card..."

"You're disgusting, Gnar." Tom leaned next to Nelson and looked at the contents of the newspaper clipping, and said quietly, "If I have a hobby of collecting cards, I should find a chance to kill you."

"I think this person who paid 350 pounds is so weird? There are pockets and wholes," Professor Rahman thought while holding his chin. "Is it possible that this is the pocket money he has saved for a long time and is already about to be dispossessed?" Nelson drained?"

"What does it have to do with me? I didn't make a dime." Nelson shrugged and retorted fiercely, "The sample is not big enough and luck is not good enough. Isn't this a normal thing?"

"I think it's more likely that he stole money from his parents," Alphard squeezed into the conversation and said quietly, "I used to steal money from my family to buy two truckloads of ice cream, which is about the same amount."

"Two trucks of ice cream?!" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Alphard recalled painfully, "Since then, I feel that the left side of my face is bigger than before. You know how much such a big slap in the face can cause a six-year-old child's heart damage. ?”

"I can't see it," Nelson grabbed his left cheek seriously, "I feel like you are a perfect match."

"Maybe it's because his face has been crooked since he was a child, and the right cheek is much fatter." Tom also grabbed his hands and said seriously, "Later, because the left cheek was swollen, it became symmetrical."

Nelson walked to the wall and looked at the layers of newspaper clippings. The fusion of wizards and Muggles seemed to be an extremely subtle scroll, which was slowly unfolding in front of him.

"Ministry of Magic Interns Are Popular in London"

"Wizard Artifacts Change Lives"

"Strongly request Chocolate Frog Cards to launch optional card packs!"Three hundred letters from citizens said so. "

……

"I made delicious food today, you will definitely see something new in front of you."

In the West Side Orphanage, Martha wiped the sweat from her forehead with her apron after she finished helping, and invited Myrtle who was standing beside her. She is one of the interns stationed in London by the Ministry of Magic. After work every day, She would come to have dinner with Martha, and the two of them changed from a friend introduced by Nelson quickly to a familiar meal partner during this time.

"What's delicious?" Myrtle asked curiously.

"Burger?" Martha said mysteriously. "America's Big Burger."

Not long after, Myrtle had difficulty holding the hamburger, which was much bigger than her hand.

"It's really hard work for you, you have to run to my place every day," Martha said softly, flipping the potatoes on the grill, "I even came with me to Mrs. Cole's to help."

"I heard from Nelson that you were once attacked by a dark wizard," Myrtle said as she picked up a piece of lettuce and chewed slowly, "I think if there are wizards around you, they would not dare to do that .”

"No, Nelson has installed a lot of protection in my tailor shop." In Martha's view, Nelson is an omnipotent person. This impression has long since been healed by Nelson when she was young. It was decided, "You have been in London for so long, is there any problem with your studies? I heard that you are going to take graduation exams this year."

"I've brought my books," said Myrtle. "In fact, I'm going back tomorrow."

"What about you... oh," Martha nodded in a low tone, and then laughed quickly, "Did you stay here after graduation?"

"At present, it should be."

"Have you been home these few days?" Martha asked curiously, "I heard that it is very difficult for the little wizard to go home."

"My father and mother used to work for the Royal Association of Teachers of Dancing. They moved to the Scottish countryside last year. I have to apply to leave London. It's a hassle. I'll do it later, but Nelson sent me two double faces he made himself. Mirror, I can talk to them from time to time, they put the double-sided mirror in the most prominent place in the house..."

"Oh, that's good, but that's not how hamburgers are eaten," Martha looked at Myrtle's elegant posture of using a knife and fork, smiled and grabbed the hamburger in front of her, crushed it with her hands, and bit it down, the juice dripped down. She squinted her eyes contentedly, and said, "A little 'Muggle'."

"Let me try……"

"Mrs. Cole is very attractive to wizards." Martha looked at the carriage parked outside the campus, and wiped the sweat from her brow. A young man was moving things down from the carriage, which was different from ordinary laborers. , he only needs to lightly wave the small wooden stick in his hand, and one by one little feet will stick out from the wooden box, jump out of the carriage with short legs, and line up to jump over the courtyard wall into the courtyard. The wizard himself Even without entering the door, they will stack themselves up in order from largest to smallest, and the last one pulls the oilcloth on the car and covers it on the companions—even though I have seen similar scenes in the past few months. No matter how much, Martha was still fascinated by this scene as always. She held her breath, watched the young wizard do everything, walked into the small courtyard with brisk steps, and whispered to Myrtle, "It's really wonderful!" It's convenient."

"Yeah, seeing how engrossed you are, the potatoes are almost mushy," Myrtle smiled and pointed to the plate in front of Martha. The mashed potatoes had already been placed in it, and a stick of unknown Where did she get the coriander, it was steaming hot, she stood up, gave a wizard salute to the wizard who rushed over, sat back again, and continued to fight with Martha's burger, "I know why, because there are many wizards here The new stores set up in London are very close, and there is a lot of space here, and Mrs. Cole is a trustworthy and good person, as long as she gives the children some food and drink, she is happy to let these goods be placed here."

"Hey, are you also stationed in London?" The young wizard walked over quickly and looked at the dry dinner plate in front of the two of them. The pile of mashed potatoes and hamburgers made them choke. , with a strange expression on his face, he turned and ran away, saying, "Wait a minute."

"Look, everyone is actually very enthusiastic," Myrtle looked at the wizard running towards the pile of goods, cut open the hamburger meat, forked a small piece into her mouth, and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, ""

"I'm back again." Not long after, the wizard ran back again, holding half a dozen steaming butterbeer in his hand, and put it next to the two of them, "Don't you feel choked?"

"Thank you, isn't there something to drink here?" Myrtle took the butterbeer graciously, which was quite different from her appearance in the castle. She reached into her pocket and raised her head to ask, "How much?"

"Forget me to invite you," the wizard opened a bottle by himself, and drank "tons and tons", "It's not worth a lot, anyway, it's our product, by the way, you are in the Xicheng Orphanage, Is it an Auror stationed here? Just graduated last year?"

"I'm an intern at the Ministry of Magic's Sports and Sports Department. It's off-duty time. I'm here to see friends," Myrtle explained, before the wizard, like many others, asked, "You don't look like a guy who likes Quirky at all." Before the strange people", he answered first, "I work in the Funny Product Patent Office, but I haven't had much contact with the work in the office. I have been doing some things to contact wizards and Muggles in the Alexander Building."

After working for so long, the youthfulness on her body has long faded, and she is already a mature witch.

"Oh!" The wizard suddenly realized, showing a clear expression, "They should have no work for you. How can there be any funny products worth applying for patents recently? They are all fried rice, with no content at all."

A few words revealed his Gryffindor identity.

After a few sips, he was invited to eat this pile of dried potatoes.

"Honestly, I didn't expect butter beer to sell so well," he said cheerfully, waving the spoon in his hand, "Look, even I've come to deliver the goods, and this is only a few months. It is sold in London and several big cities, and if it spreads later, God knows how busy it will be."

"Does your family sell butter beer?"

"Yes, at the beginning we only made wine, and sold it in bars like Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade," the wizard nodded, and said, "Now it's become popular all of a sudden, I didn't expect Muggles to like it very much." There is no kind of drink, my father told me before that they only like to drink black tea and dark beer."

"This is the old calendar from many years ago."

"My wife now complains that I come home late every day, and happily plans to change some better furniture for the house every day." Although the wizard is tired, he looks very relaxed and comfortable on the whole. "My child is about to die." was born, and I am going to name him Bartlebeer."

"He will definitely be discriminated against at school like this." Myrtle pointed out the problem sharply.

"What's the matter, every time his classmates drink butter beer, they will remember that they had such a friend in their childhood." He turned to look at Martha, and asked curiously, "Are you friends with this Miss Wizard... …etc!"

He jumped up suddenly, startled, and both girls hid aside in fright.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The wizard murmured, looking at Martha's face.

"Sir, your way of striking up a conversation is a bit old-fashioned," Myrtle reminded, "Isn't your child about to be born?"

"I've definitely seen you," the wizard said excitedly, clapping his hands vigorously, raising his eyebrows, "you're the one! That woman who drank a whole glass of Gamp's old court wine, I was just breaking the cauldron Bar! Are you a Muggle? No wonder we couldn't find you when we asked about it with the photo in the Daily Prophet."

"Is it... so scary?" Martha asked timidly.

"For those of us who like wine...Of course, although our family sells butter beer, it doesn't prevent us from a brewing family," said the wizard shaking his head. "The one who can drink that stuff is Our idol."

"It's amazing." Myrtle said after hearing this name, and her gaze at Martha also became strange.

Under the wizard's repeated requests, Martha borrowed the camera from the orphanage and took a photo with him. The three of them sat down at the small table again and continued the conversation just now.

"How do you sell it?" Myrtle pouted her lips at the shelves in the courtyard and asked curiously, "Two Sickles is not a small amount for a Muggle."

"You don't know this. Although the ratio of pounds to Galleons has always been stable, prices still fluctuate. The exchange rate does not reflect the real purchasing power," the wizard said in a low voice. The workshops have been converted into magic factories. It was only allowed to recruit Muggle workers a few months ago. You just came out for an internship this year. You may not know that when we hand over many links that do not require magic to Muggle workers, the cost is higher than before. It is too low, and we can expand production without being restricted by the number of wizards. Now our family brews thousands of barrels of butter beer every season on average, which is many times more than before. In the past, our seven-year-old nephew even You have to look at the wine cellar. Now there are a large number of wineries in Scotland. Butterbeer sold to muggles is the price of an ordinary drink. Of course, we are still two Sikes for wizards. We don’t know how to calculate the exchange rate. You can earn a little bit of money, and you can buy it with pounds in the future, anyway, it will be much cheaper in a short time.”

Myrtle couldn't help laughing, and it was very wizardly for a wizard to call a wizard a fool in front of another wizard.

"I'm going to create a trademark for our family's butter beer. I found that Muggles are very concerned about the brand. This may be an opportunity for our family to expand."

(End of this chapter)