My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort
Chapter 564
Chapter 564
"traitor?"
Barry smacked his lips, picked up a napkin to wipe the meat sauce and soup from the corners of his mouth, looked at the old man at the head of the table, and grunted, "Would you like to hear what I just said?"
"Huh?" The old wizard's restless blue eyes stopped moving, and he stared at Barry together with his normal eyes. "What's your opinion?"
That blue magic eye seemed to be a creature with its own consciousness, and the old wizard's eye sockets were swollen. It didn't have human emotions, but it was scanning Barry with a hair-raising look. As if savoring prey, this should have been an extremely horrific scene, but Barry looked back at each other without fear, and chuckled, "Traitor? Everyone here, which one is not a traitor?"
"My loyalty to Prussia—"
Someone soon came forward to refute him, but Barry just smiled and sarcastically said back, "Oh, my God, what did I hear? Loyalty to Prussia! Big guy, this guy said he has a heart for Prussia." Loyalty, I suggest we patch up that Muggle statue and replace it with his head."
"Hahaha." Sparse laughter came from the long table.
"I said man, what kind of people are we? Scoundrels, hooligans, thieves, robbers, murderers... We are a group of dark wizards!"
"Liburn, I have to refute. I don't agree with you putting the rogues of the Rogue Gang at the top of your ranking."
"Okay, change it to your name," Barry pouted, and looked back at the face of the person who expressed his loyalty at the beginning, "We came from all over the world, and we were driven to the manhole cover by the people on the ground. Don't you think it's ridiculous that a cockroach rat in the movie, a traitor to his own country, is now expressing his loyalty to a concentration camp of bastards?"
"Liburn, that's enough." The old wizard at the head of the table tried to interrupt Barry's impassioned speech or curse, but his voice was drowned by the laughter on the long table, "The traitor I'm talking about is not you .”
"You, as a bastard, standing in a group of bastards, promoting your noble qualities - loyalty, my God, you are making me laugh, everyone here, is there a Prussian?" Barry looked around, No one answered his question, he straightened his waist, grabbed half a piece of steak on the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, with blood and saliva flying around, he said in a vague voice, "Loyalty? Think of this place as a group? Do you want us to join the nationality you imagined next, and swear an oath on the socks you hang on the bamboo pole? Or is it your master, the old man who was kicked out of Knockturn Alley? Stuff, Borgin Bock, not content with his little business, ready to set up a new regime here? A Prussian Ministry of Magic sandwiched between Germany and Nurmengard? You want to die, don't be afraid I'm a little scared."
He pointed his finger at the old wizard at the head of the table. Under his loud bombardment, Borgin Bock became the target of public criticism, with a calm expression on his face.
"Traitor? Who is not a traitor here? Aren't you a traitor? Borgin Burk?" Barry raised his hand, pointing at the angry Borgin Burk on the table and cursed, "I saw your sanctimonious appearance and that It seems like stolen eyes are disgusting, you don’t really think you’re doing serious business, do you? Set up a decent banquet hall and ask us to come over and play a little game of who’s undercover. I saw your people use the door yesterday The key is at the NO.12 warehouse to send a batch of dragon skins to the UK, by the way, the person who intercepted your shipment is here."
"you!--"
Borgin Bock slapped the table angrily, and his furious expression and frantically rolling blue eyes were not enough to express his excitement.
"You keep saying that you need to accumulate power to interfere with the hearts of the magic departments of various countries to encircle us, how can I see that you bought those scarce resources cheaply from the people in this banquet hall, and then sent them all to your UK at a high price? "Barry has already entered the scene, just like a qualified dark wizard who was diligently doing things but was assassinated by his allies. He glanced at the dark wizards with different expressions in the banquet hall and sneered, "Yes, the British are the most powerful people in this world. The most superficial people in the world, but their demand for some shady things is impossible to stop. I didn’t see that the British Ministry of Magic wanted Borgin Bock, but why did he run to Here? It’s just because Prussia is profitable. He tricked you fools into selling him cheap magical animal materials, venom, and shady magic that you worked so hard to get, and then sold it, and now You came to find the traitor, and you cheerily stood up for him, sure enough, it is not without your willingness that you can be kicked out by your own country."
"..."
There was silence in the banquet hall, and people looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at their peers who had contacts with each other, and always felt that the other party cheated them of their money.
"Riborn, if you continue to talk nonsense and make such groundless accusations against me," Bokin Bok held down his violently beating eyes, suppressed his anger, and gritted his teeth, "I think Prussia There's no need to accommodate a bunch of rascals."
"Have you assumed the role of Minister of the Prussian Ministry of Magic so quickly?" Barry shrugged indifferently, the expression of struggle on his face flashed away, "My lord minister, I admit that I am also a traitor, but behind the rogue gang, But what about Nurmengard you've been thinking about, your dog legs are very happy when they are enjoying the medicine."
"Of course I'm not saying you're a—"
"What do we need? We need chaos, and we need the world to be kept in tension all the time. That's why the Ministry of Magic, to which each of you are connected, is willing to save your life," Barry interrupted Borgin again. Bork imitated Grindelwald's words and said impassionedly, "Only in times of chaos, Prussia, an extrajudicial land, has meaning for them. This is the real prison. The establishment of political power in the prison was followed by violent storms. Now the Ministry of Magic all over the world is in contact with Muggles. The British ate the first crab. They told others that from the Muggles , can also wring out as many gold Galleons as we do, no one will make things difficult for Galleons, not only do you not want to find ways to make yourself more valuable, but you follow some people here to play some ridiculous tricks."
Barry wiped the soup with his sleeve indiscriminately, spit out a piece of rib that was not cleaned in the direction of Borgin Bock, turned and left the banquet hall, everyone at the table looked at each other for a while, and several people followed him Then he stood up and walked out.
The banquet ended unhappily, and only the initiator Borgin Bock and a few people were still sitting there. No one cared about Barry’s traitor speech. It was a pilgrimage, and this loose alliance only lasted one afternoon before it was declared disintegrated. Barry, who walked past the corner of the street, turned into an alley by the side of the road, held his throat with his hands, and vomited out a pool of rotten flesh stained with blood.
"I just said that you humans are not suitable for eating half-raw meat, it should be cooked."
Behind him, the werewolf who was chasing up said rudely.
"If you're really sick, let me take a bite so you don't feel sick."
"I'm afraid you'll lose a tooth," Barry raised his arm, turned around, and pressed the wand he drew out at some point against the werewolf's throat, and said viciously, but he didn't maintain this image for long, and continued to turn around and vomit Go, "Wait for me for a while."
The werewolf shrugged and stood aside with his arms outstretched. When Barry finished vomiting, he said sweetly, "Lemonade can help you."
"Only because that old Boggin Burke's food is so disgusting."
"Indeed." The werewolf said, picking his teeth with his dirty paws, "That's not a real steak."
"what?"
"After all, it's not good meat," said the werewolf, "I thought about it, and I think you're right."
"I'm really thankful. I didn't expect you to be the first to figure it out."
"There were others, but I stopped them all."
"..."
"I think my wolf cubs might have been murdered on your territory by Borgin Bock's men," said the werewolf. "Recently, there have been a lot of new faces on the streets of Prussia, almost like him. Yes, I don't believe in the nonsense that Muggles use spells to kill people, the only possibility is that he is doing it."
"That's not certain." Barry raised the corner of his mouth, "I don't know how long the undercurrent in Prussia has been brewing before those big shots decide to put all the hidden conflicts and ills here to solve it. This place is now a powder keg. I suggest You find a forest to hide, so as not to be splashed by sparks... Boom!"
"What do you think we should do?" The werewolf didn't quite understand what Barry said, and asked, "I think we should find a way to drive Bojin Burke out of here and let him go back to his Knockturn Alley."
……
"Has he...always been like this?"
In the banquet hall, after a long silence, Borgin Bock's magic eyes withdrew from the direction of the alley and scanned the remaining diners.
"Who?"
"Riburn."
"He relied on the rascals to help many people, and it is said that he also has the support behind Nurmengard. He has always been rampant."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Borgin Bock's magic eyes looked in Barry's direction through the wall again, "Contradictions, reluctance, and even the pitiful few in this land...the bottom line. "
"What are you talking about, Mr. Bork."
"It's nothing, I'll go meet him for a while."
……
"Moody, what are you doing here? Looking for your uncle?"
Nelson, who got off work on time, walked out of the Department of Mysteries yawning, with marks left on his face from sleeping on the table. When he stepped into the corridor, a familiar boy caught his attention—— Compared with the first time we met, Moody has grown a lot taller, his tall and muscular appearance is full of vigor, and his round face makes him look even more well-behaved than when he first entered school, but that hangs on his face The stern and contemplative expression on his face made his temperament uncoordinated, giving people a sense of bitterness and hatred.
At this moment, he was standing in front of the elevator door, staring at the wizard who came up from the Wizengamot downstairs with scrutiny, as if he was trying to find a few law-breaking guys from this group of people, although he couldn't see him in the elevator. people, but Nelson could still feel the sting when they were looked at.
"I just came home last week," Moody turned to look at Nelson when he greeted him, bowed politely and said, "Mr. Williams, my uncle told me you are free today, let me come I'm looking for you here."
"He should have told me earlier, or just come to my office to find me," Nelson walked quickly to Moody's side, cast an apologetic look at the uncomfortable Wizengamot wizards in the elevator, and put his arms around Moody. Moody's shoulder pulled him aside. "Alastor, do you want to duel some lucky passers-by from the elevator? Take it easy, this is the Ministry of Magic."
"Ding--"
"It's me who doesn't want to interrupt your work, Mr. Williams. I've seen a lot of your inventions on the streets of London. I shouldn't be holding you back from more important things, and my uncle told me about the stuff in the Department of Mysteries. It's very confidential," the elevator door closed slowly, Moody stared at the iron door in silence for a long time, and said slowly, "But I think the dark wizards in that group are worse than the ones I met during my internship in the Department of Magic Execution. many."
"Okay," Nelson shrugged, patting Moody on the shoulder and guiding him towards the stairs, "that's the first thing I'm going to teach you, Alastor, not everyone knows the Dark Arts Even the Dark Wizard, and even if he was, he was a very good man before the Ministry of Magic announced his arrest ... If I remember correctly, you want to be an Auror, not a Ranger, right?"
Moody stared at Nelson's profile for a long time, and didn't seem to fully understand what he said, but when the two walked up the stairs, he nodded and said, "I see, Mr. Williams."
"Are we very unfamiliar?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Of course, it's not very familiar, but it's not that unfamiliar, right?"
"Okay, Nelson." Moody was a bit too straightforward, calling Nelson "Mr. Williams", who was a senior not long ago, made him feel very uncomfortable, so he changed his words logically, "Uncle asked me to maintain respect."
"Mr. Boggart is indeed a fastidious person," Nelson nodded, and asked, "Do you have any plans for this vacation?"
"I was going to continue my internship in the Law Enforcement Department, but I turned it down," Moody said. "Uncle said you need my help."
"Don't worry," Nelson patted him on the shoulder, "I will pay you, and I swear, your vacation will be much more interesting than serving tea to your boss in the Legal Enforcement Department."
(End of this chapter)
"traitor?"
Barry smacked his lips, picked up a napkin to wipe the meat sauce and soup from the corners of his mouth, looked at the old man at the head of the table, and grunted, "Would you like to hear what I just said?"
"Huh?" The old wizard's restless blue eyes stopped moving, and he stared at Barry together with his normal eyes. "What's your opinion?"
That blue magic eye seemed to be a creature with its own consciousness, and the old wizard's eye sockets were swollen. It didn't have human emotions, but it was scanning Barry with a hair-raising look. As if savoring prey, this should have been an extremely horrific scene, but Barry looked back at each other without fear, and chuckled, "Traitor? Everyone here, which one is not a traitor?"
"My loyalty to Prussia—"
Someone soon came forward to refute him, but Barry just smiled and sarcastically said back, "Oh, my God, what did I hear? Loyalty to Prussia! Big guy, this guy said he has a heart for Prussia." Loyalty, I suggest we patch up that Muggle statue and replace it with his head."
"Hahaha." Sparse laughter came from the long table.
"I said man, what kind of people are we? Scoundrels, hooligans, thieves, robbers, murderers... We are a group of dark wizards!"
"Liburn, I have to refute. I don't agree with you putting the rogues of the Rogue Gang at the top of your ranking."
"Okay, change it to your name," Barry pouted, and looked back at the face of the person who expressed his loyalty at the beginning, "We came from all over the world, and we were driven to the manhole cover by the people on the ground. Don't you think it's ridiculous that a cockroach rat in the movie, a traitor to his own country, is now expressing his loyalty to a concentration camp of bastards?"
"Liburn, that's enough." The old wizard at the head of the table tried to interrupt Barry's impassioned speech or curse, but his voice was drowned by the laughter on the long table, "The traitor I'm talking about is not you .”
"You, as a bastard, standing in a group of bastards, promoting your noble qualities - loyalty, my God, you are making me laugh, everyone here, is there a Prussian?" Barry looked around, No one answered his question, he straightened his waist, grabbed half a piece of steak on the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, with blood and saliva flying around, he said in a vague voice, "Loyalty? Think of this place as a group? Do you want us to join the nationality you imagined next, and swear an oath on the socks you hang on the bamboo pole? Or is it your master, the old man who was kicked out of Knockturn Alley? Stuff, Borgin Bock, not content with his little business, ready to set up a new regime here? A Prussian Ministry of Magic sandwiched between Germany and Nurmengard? You want to die, don't be afraid I'm a little scared."
He pointed his finger at the old wizard at the head of the table. Under his loud bombardment, Borgin Bock became the target of public criticism, with a calm expression on his face.
"Traitor? Who is not a traitor here? Aren't you a traitor? Borgin Burk?" Barry raised his hand, pointing at the angry Borgin Burk on the table and cursed, "I saw your sanctimonious appearance and that It seems like stolen eyes are disgusting, you don’t really think you’re doing serious business, do you? Set up a decent banquet hall and ask us to come over and play a little game of who’s undercover. I saw your people use the door yesterday The key is at the NO.12 warehouse to send a batch of dragon skins to the UK, by the way, the person who intercepted your shipment is here."
"you!--"
Borgin Bock slapped the table angrily, and his furious expression and frantically rolling blue eyes were not enough to express his excitement.
"You keep saying that you need to accumulate power to interfere with the hearts of the magic departments of various countries to encircle us, how can I see that you bought those scarce resources cheaply from the people in this banquet hall, and then sent them all to your UK at a high price? "Barry has already entered the scene, just like a qualified dark wizard who was diligently doing things but was assassinated by his allies. He glanced at the dark wizards with different expressions in the banquet hall and sneered, "Yes, the British are the most powerful people in this world. The most superficial people in the world, but their demand for some shady things is impossible to stop. I didn’t see that the British Ministry of Magic wanted Borgin Bock, but why did he run to Here? It’s just because Prussia is profitable. He tricked you fools into selling him cheap magical animal materials, venom, and shady magic that you worked so hard to get, and then sold it, and now You came to find the traitor, and you cheerily stood up for him, sure enough, it is not without your willingness that you can be kicked out by your own country."
"..."
There was silence in the banquet hall, and people looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at their peers who had contacts with each other, and always felt that the other party cheated them of their money.
"Riborn, if you continue to talk nonsense and make such groundless accusations against me," Bokin Bok held down his violently beating eyes, suppressed his anger, and gritted his teeth, "I think Prussia There's no need to accommodate a bunch of rascals."
"Have you assumed the role of Minister of the Prussian Ministry of Magic so quickly?" Barry shrugged indifferently, the expression of struggle on his face flashed away, "My lord minister, I admit that I am also a traitor, but behind the rogue gang, But what about Nurmengard you've been thinking about, your dog legs are very happy when they are enjoying the medicine."
"Of course I'm not saying you're a—"
"What do we need? We need chaos, and we need the world to be kept in tension all the time. That's why the Ministry of Magic, to which each of you are connected, is willing to save your life," Barry interrupted Borgin again. Bork imitated Grindelwald's words and said impassionedly, "Only in times of chaos, Prussia, an extrajudicial land, has meaning for them. This is the real prison. The establishment of political power in the prison was followed by violent storms. Now the Ministry of Magic all over the world is in contact with Muggles. The British ate the first crab. They told others that from the Muggles , can also wring out as many gold Galleons as we do, no one will make things difficult for Galleons, not only do you not want to find ways to make yourself more valuable, but you follow some people here to play some ridiculous tricks."
Barry wiped the soup with his sleeve indiscriminately, spit out a piece of rib that was not cleaned in the direction of Borgin Bock, turned and left the banquet hall, everyone at the table looked at each other for a while, and several people followed him Then he stood up and walked out.
The banquet ended unhappily, and only the initiator Borgin Bock and a few people were still sitting there. No one cared about Barry’s traitor speech. It was a pilgrimage, and this loose alliance only lasted one afternoon before it was declared disintegrated. Barry, who walked past the corner of the street, turned into an alley by the side of the road, held his throat with his hands, and vomited out a pool of rotten flesh stained with blood.
"I just said that you humans are not suitable for eating half-raw meat, it should be cooked."
Behind him, the werewolf who was chasing up said rudely.
"If you're really sick, let me take a bite so you don't feel sick."
"I'm afraid you'll lose a tooth," Barry raised his arm, turned around, and pressed the wand he drew out at some point against the werewolf's throat, and said viciously, but he didn't maintain this image for long, and continued to turn around and vomit Go, "Wait for me for a while."
The werewolf shrugged and stood aside with his arms outstretched. When Barry finished vomiting, he said sweetly, "Lemonade can help you."
"Only because that old Boggin Burke's food is so disgusting."
"Indeed." The werewolf said, picking his teeth with his dirty paws, "That's not a real steak."
"what?"
"After all, it's not good meat," said the werewolf, "I thought about it, and I think you're right."
"I'm really thankful. I didn't expect you to be the first to figure it out."
"There were others, but I stopped them all."
"..."
"I think my wolf cubs might have been murdered on your territory by Borgin Bock's men," said the werewolf. "Recently, there have been a lot of new faces on the streets of Prussia, almost like him. Yes, I don't believe in the nonsense that Muggles use spells to kill people, the only possibility is that he is doing it."
"That's not certain." Barry raised the corner of his mouth, "I don't know how long the undercurrent in Prussia has been brewing before those big shots decide to put all the hidden conflicts and ills here to solve it. This place is now a powder keg. I suggest You find a forest to hide, so as not to be splashed by sparks... Boom!"
"What do you think we should do?" The werewolf didn't quite understand what Barry said, and asked, "I think we should find a way to drive Bojin Burke out of here and let him go back to his Knockturn Alley."
……
"Has he...always been like this?"
In the banquet hall, after a long silence, Borgin Bock's magic eyes withdrew from the direction of the alley and scanned the remaining diners.
"Who?"
"Riburn."
"He relied on the rascals to help many people, and it is said that he also has the support behind Nurmengard. He has always been rampant."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Borgin Bock's magic eyes looked in Barry's direction through the wall again, "Contradictions, reluctance, and even the pitiful few in this land...the bottom line. "
"What are you talking about, Mr. Bork."
"It's nothing, I'll go meet him for a while."
……
"Moody, what are you doing here? Looking for your uncle?"
Nelson, who got off work on time, walked out of the Department of Mysteries yawning, with marks left on his face from sleeping on the table. When he stepped into the corridor, a familiar boy caught his attention—— Compared with the first time we met, Moody has grown a lot taller, his tall and muscular appearance is full of vigor, and his round face makes him look even more well-behaved than when he first entered school, but that hangs on his face The stern and contemplative expression on his face made his temperament uncoordinated, giving people a sense of bitterness and hatred.
At this moment, he was standing in front of the elevator door, staring at the wizard who came up from the Wizengamot downstairs with scrutiny, as if he was trying to find a few law-breaking guys from this group of people, although he couldn't see him in the elevator. people, but Nelson could still feel the sting when they were looked at.
"I just came home last week," Moody turned to look at Nelson when he greeted him, bowed politely and said, "Mr. Williams, my uncle told me you are free today, let me come I'm looking for you here."
"He should have told me earlier, or just come to my office to find me," Nelson walked quickly to Moody's side, cast an apologetic look at the uncomfortable Wizengamot wizards in the elevator, and put his arms around Moody. Moody's shoulder pulled him aside. "Alastor, do you want to duel some lucky passers-by from the elevator? Take it easy, this is the Ministry of Magic."
"Ding--"
"It's me who doesn't want to interrupt your work, Mr. Williams. I've seen a lot of your inventions on the streets of London. I shouldn't be holding you back from more important things, and my uncle told me about the stuff in the Department of Mysteries. It's very confidential," the elevator door closed slowly, Moody stared at the iron door in silence for a long time, and said slowly, "But I think the dark wizards in that group are worse than the ones I met during my internship in the Department of Magic Execution. many."
"Okay," Nelson shrugged, patting Moody on the shoulder and guiding him towards the stairs, "that's the first thing I'm going to teach you, Alastor, not everyone knows the Dark Arts Even the Dark Wizard, and even if he was, he was a very good man before the Ministry of Magic announced his arrest ... If I remember correctly, you want to be an Auror, not a Ranger, right?"
Moody stared at Nelson's profile for a long time, and didn't seem to fully understand what he said, but when the two walked up the stairs, he nodded and said, "I see, Mr. Williams."
"Are we very unfamiliar?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Of course, it's not very familiar, but it's not that unfamiliar, right?"
"Okay, Nelson." Moody was a bit too straightforward, calling Nelson "Mr. Williams", who was a senior not long ago, made him feel very uncomfortable, so he changed his words logically, "Uncle asked me to maintain respect."
"Mr. Boggart is indeed a fastidious person," Nelson nodded, and asked, "Do you have any plans for this vacation?"
"I was going to continue my internship in the Law Enforcement Department, but I turned it down," Moody said. "Uncle said you need my help."
"Don't worry," Nelson patted him on the shoulder, "I will pay you, and I swear, your vacation will be much more interesting than serving tea to your boss in the Legal Enforcement Department."
(End of this chapter)
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