My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 531
"Boom-boom-boom!"

Two long and one short bells rang in the factory, and the people who were working stopped their work and began to pack up their workbenches, talking and laughing. The working hours of the Flying Carpet Magic Factory are fixed, Wolb Jia once said, "There is no need to extend their working hours. Anyway, we are paid by the piece, and those who want to make money will always be more efficient." As she said, the efficiency of this factory is extremely high. This is not only Thanks to "Jenny".

The topic of the workers quickly shifted to the Chocolate Frog Factory across the street, and they began to engage in the favorite activity of the British - betting on when they would leave work. The swinging bell of the Chocolate Frog Factory has become famous in the surrounding area.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The hurried bell rang from outside, as if they were afraid that they would be laughed at by colleagues across the street when it was too late, and the Chocolate Frog Factory also hurriedly rang their bell.

"I just don't know if their pictures are produced there, or maybe you can go in and have a look. I heard that the new Williams picture has been fired for hundreds of Galleons."

"You're thinking too much... Hurry up, the guy who pulls the goods is still waiting outside."

A silver carriage was parked on the muddy road in front of the factory. A pegasus horse from France was snorting reassuringly, flipping the small stones under its feet with its silver hooves. The groom was sitting in front of the carriage. On the horizontal bar, holding a barrel of malt whiskey that could smell even across the street, he opened it with a scabbard knife, took a sip secretly, then jumped off the carriage, and ran to the front of Tianma with the barrel.

"Don't get drunk, little beauty."

Tenma rubbed his forehead on the groom's shoulder meekly, and put his mouth into the wine barrel. After a while, the wine barrel had already bottomed out, but the aroma became stronger and stronger.

Two men in ordinary clothes stood across the street, looking dissatisfied at the brightly lit factory in front of them. One of them lit a match, and the flame came to his mouth. Burnt and stained under the nails of his yellowed index finger, he sat on the curbstone by the side of the street, angrily listening to the irritating ringing of the bell.

"These muggles are actually taking our jobs," he sucked on the cigarette butt, the cigarette paper quickly burned to ashes, but due to the poor quality of the tobacco, it was mottled and uneven like a sick man full of skin rashes , the pungent smoke like ashes from the bottom of the pot did not dispel the smell of wine on the street, but made the smell of tobacco even more pungent. The man's deep eye sockets were divided into two sides by a vulture-like hooked nose, Revealing a sarcastic and resentful temperament, "Why should they? I am now looking forward to those damn rich people who bought flying carpets from the damn little bitch who didn't like us, and fell from the sky to be bloody and bloody Ugly."

A series of attributive words are enough to explain his distaste for this factory. A few months ago, these two people were also employees in the flying carpet workshop of Malfoy's family for three days fishing and two days drying nets.

"A few days ago, the old butler of Carlo's family invited me to be the chief alchemist. Even if he offered three hundred Galleons per month, I still detest the desolation of Wales," his companion squatted by the road, With the magic wand in his hand, he was scribbling in the mud, and the hem of his robe was dragged in the mud, but he didn't care, after all, when he got home, he could ask his wife who just got off work or the old mother who had done housework for a day to help him wash Cleanliness, "If you want to invite someone with a reputation like us to do something, you need at least three hundred and five... no, four hundred Galleons!"

"That's right, John, that stinky boy, he must have held grudges when I reported to Mr. Malfoy that his flying carpet used too much material, so he didn't want to say something nice for us," the smoking man's expression became ferocious. , that huge hooked nose looks like a volcano about to erupt, resentment and resentment are blatantly written on the face, causing the workers who just got off work around to choose to take a detour and leave, and dare to talk about it far away Two down-and-out tramps who looked like wizards, he slammed the cigarette butts out on the insteps, gritted his teeth and said, "This is too small, don't you know how to think for my colleagues? A little bit of conflict, How can you hold grudges for so long?"

He picked up the extinguished cigarette butt, noticed that there was still more than half of it left, and the expression on his face suddenly became painful again. He carefully pinched off the stained part, lit it again, stuffed it into his mouth and started to suck violently, the spicy taste Paired with the earthy smell, it made him want to vomit, but in the end he managed to wrap himself in the inferior smoke.

"That's right, it's just that the villain got his wish, and now you and I have to smoke this kind of rotten cigarette." His companion stretched out his hand and said eagerly, "Give me one."

"Don't you despise this kind of rotten smoke?"

"Give me one, and I'll buy you a drink."

For the sake of this bad check, the smoking man finally took out the cigarette case, picked out the most crumpled one from inside, and handed it to him, "Smoked a lot, is there too much?"

Soon, there was another person who wrapped himself in inferior smoke on the curbstone.

"Do you think these noble gentlemen are stupid, why would they come up with such a harmful move as abolishing the secrecy law?" In the smoke, the insightful insight into the current situation floated out again, "Aren't they worried that the Muggles will dirty the corners? Lane?"

"They're willing to give stupid, dirty, dodgy Muggle jobs because they're cheap enough, but how can a wizard's skills be replaced by a bunch of non-magical junk? They only care that cheap workers can make them Make a lot of money, but don't care about the quality of the flying carpet at all! Especially that damned eighth woman, Blake, I want to curse her to hell! She is young and has a lot of bad water in her stomach, and she is worse than the most miserly person in the world. "

"But I heard that John made several times as much money as before."

"That's because she wants to buy people's hearts and divide us," the man in the smoke said with certainty like a roundworm in Walburga's stomach, "wait until they feel that even a wizard is unnecessary At that time, that idiot John will be kicked out, and she can sleep with money that smells like Muggles!"

"I understand, but..." the companion's voice hesitated, "Are we really going to do this today?"

"Damn, are you going to surrender like John's eggless bastard? We've lost our jobs, we've got nothing to lose anyway, and we're burning the damn factory down with the lives of a bunch of Muggles, Will the Wizengamot sentence us to death? No, on the contrary, some adults who are as clear-headed as we are, and who have long disliked these Muggles will give us medals of merit!"

"But it's a lot of money to burn down factories—"

"Anyway, I have no money! What can she do with me? If she likes my land, she can take it. I can also ask the two old women in my family to pay off the debt, but I guess it won't be much after they are buried. A disdainful laugh came from the smoke, "Anyway, we'll be flying away when the time comes. Someone gave us a sum of money, which is enough for us to escape to Prussia, which is the place where capable people like us should go." "

"Aren't you bringing your family with you?"

"Family? It's just a burden. How can I have so much spare money for them to eat and drink?"

"But you haven't told me how to get there yet."

"Don't worry, when we finish this wave, you follow me, you are right. Don't you believe me?"

The companion did not speak, and the two quickly fell into silence.

Seeing that the trust was about to be broken, the leader couldn't sit still, "Okay, I'll tell you later... I'll give you another one, right?"

After the bell rang, some off-duty workers gradually came out of the factory. Although they were tired, they looked very relaxed.

"These bloody Muggles..."

Staring at those inferior people whose situation is completely opposite to his own, the man in the smoke said indignantly.

"It's just... I really miss the old days, when we could casually catch Muggles on the street and bring them home," a cruel but light laugh came out of the smoke, "I can peel off their skins and make a drum , Let their souls play on the drum every day, it is wonderful to think about it..."

"Really? This is the old almanac from how many years ago, ahem, damn it, what are you smoking? Newspaper rolled leaves?" A male voice full of air joined their conversation, and two generous palms clasped together. On their shoulders, "Why haven't I heard that you have such a talent?"

"Who?! You ****" the man turned around angrily, and closed his mouth like a little white rabbit the moment he saw the comer, "Mr. Ogden, I... I just read it in a book , you know, the content written in some storybooks is a bit exaggerated."

"Oh? What book? A storybook? I heard that the Auror Office seized a batch of black magic books in Knockturn Alley last month. There are similar things in it. I think you should go back with me to accept Investigation, I have reason to suspect that the recent 45 disappearances in London are related to you," Ogden fled a golden booklet from his breast pocket, waved it lightly in front of him, and dispersed the stench. "Although we are old acquaintances, in view of the new charter... and my selfishness of wanting to show off the new credentials, I have to introduce myself, Deputy Director of the Auror Office, Bob Ogden, Please come with me, please."

"Mr. Auror, we didn't do anything, just squatting here!"

"Someone has seen the two of you sneaking around here for days."

The two resisted resolutely, but before they could raise their wands, Ogden disarmed and bound his hands. In order to let the two good friends stay for a while, he intimately tied them together.

"I have to say that when I heard about the two old women in your family, I almost couldn't help but want to kill you. If it weren't for the issue raised by Dumbledore, requiring every Auror to They all have to wear a recorder, oh, damn it, I have to record the faces of the two of you," Ogden undid the buttons on the neckline of the dragon leather jacket, and continued, "If it weren't for the fact that Aurors don't allow lynching now, you There may be less than three movable fingers left, but those are your wife and your mother, how can you say that?"

"You...how much have you heard?"

"A few days ago, the old butler of Carlo's family offered him a salary of [-] Galleons a month to invite him to be the chief alchemist. Don't worry, I didn't hear you all. You still have room for sophistry," Ogden smiled. , reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of fluffy transparent cloth, his fingers disappeared behind the cloth, and he could directly see the scene behind, he looked at another prisoner, and said with a smile, "The invisibility cloak , Freshly baked, although not top-notch, but it is also a good thing that you sneaky guys will never see in your life... But you are outrageous enough, the old butler of Carlo's house may only ask you to get it if he is out of his mind A salary of three hundred Galleons, or you used the Confusion Curse on him... no, the Confusion Curse won't make him so stupid, you should have secretly given him a love potion to make him fall in love with you."

He lowered the man's head, bowed his waist like a shrimp in shame, "Now there is a puddle of water on the ground, look at you, are you worthy?"

"I... Bah!" Looking at himself in the puddle, the man spit into it. He wanted to break the calm puddle, but he never wanted to spit on his shoes. He stepped on the puddle angrily. He kicked, but in exchange for a slap from Ogden, he turned his head angrily, and cursed, "Didn't you say that lynching is not allowed?"

"What are you talking about?" Ogden escorted the two of them across the street, nodded to John who was walking towards him, smiled at Bernard who was beside John, twisted the buttons on his chest, bowed his head and continued to scold He said, "Don't spit blood on me when my button is crooked."

"The lackey...you are the lackey of the Black family."

"You're right, that's right, that's right," Ogden agreed with a smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket and inserted it into his ear, "At least I can still smoke decently. If you reward one, go to the prison to drill a log and light a fire."

"Oh, by the way, I can't forget you." He picked up another one, inserted it into the other person's ear, looked at the symmetrical two people, and smiled with satisfaction, "About what you just mentioned, someone paid for it. Let you flee to Prussia after destroying Miss Black's factory, you can organize your language now, and explain it later."

"I confess, this is all his plan, and I was coerced!" As soon as Ogden finished speaking, the screams rang out between the two, and the wizard who accused Ogden of being a lackey shouted, " He's the one who called me here and told me I could go to Prussia, and I don't know anything, and I don't even want to be fireproof."

"Oh hoo, how quickly your friendship fell apart."

"Are those two wizards?" After walking a certain distance, Bernard, who heard the cry, couldn't bear his curiosity, and turned his head to look at Ogden and the two criminals, "I think they are wearing wizards robe, but was held by a man in a jacket."

"That's Bob Ogden, who used to be an Auror in this area," John explained. "As for those two people, I'm not sure. Anyway, I'm not serious, but they look like two dogs."

"You must know them."

"I don't know, how far is the bar?"

(End of this chapter)