My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

578 Allegiance
"Nobby, you know what? We're so worried about you!"

The fat man stretched out his stomach, and walked quickly to Tom's side. At this moment, Tom was sitting on a broken stone pier, holding a roster and flipping through it, not noticing the man's approach at all.

There was an undisguised joy in the fat man's tone. Looking at the dilapidated streets, the heavy casualties of the Aurors, and the desolate ministers, it seemed that the sweetest wine in the world was flowing between his lips and teeth.

I bought Shafiq's stool for him. I endured it for so many years, and finally it was my turn to sit.

Auror Paul, who had already walked away, saw the minister suddenly surrounded by a group of well-dressed people, and suddenly thought of the speculation that Rich had mentioned to him about someone in the Ministry of Magic deliberately delaying the news, and suddenly became nervous. Grabbing the wand, he was about to approach the minister.

"Paul, what are you still doing?" Tom turned to the next page of the roster and said without looking up, "When you come back, go around the East Street and get me a can of automatic refills Coke, the red one, more ice."

Paul hesitated for a moment, and after being glared at by the fat man's entourage, he lowered his head and left quickly.

"Haha, Nobby, a young man is a young man." The fat on the fat man's stomach could show the texture of the waves even through the shirt. He squatted beside Tom cheerfully and glanced at the name on it. , After confirming that no one above was known to me, he said happily, "If I were an old man here, I'm afraid they would all be dead... So, it's good to be young."

Tom ignored him, but took a pen from his breast pocket, and ticked off a few names in the booklet.

"Nobby, does it hurt?" The fat man asked Tom like he was coaxing a child, "Don't worry, we will give you an explanation, as long as you act honestly under our protection in the future, don't have this kind of pain again." It happened on a whim, you see, how many people you have dragged down by running around so confidently."

He wanted to reach out and touch Tom's head, just like Justice Shafik once did to Rich, but unfortunately he is not Shafik, and this is not Rich sitting here, Tom is motionless, but he But the hand was empty, the fat man raised his palm and looked at it in surprise, muttered a few words, and stretched out his hand again.

"Eh? What's the situation?"

After several times like this, his movements froze, and the eyes he looked at Tom also tore off the docile camouflage and became icy cold.

"Are you kidding me?" The fat man raised his hand and moved his fingers lightly. The people who came with him took a step forward and surrounded Tom. It was impossible to see the Minister of Magic sitting here from the outside. "Do you dare to play me?"

"Excuse me, move a little to the side." Tom raised his head from the roster, pointed to a witch behind the fat man, and twitched his fingers, "You're blocking my light."

The fat man squinted his eyes and looked behind him murderously, but saw the loyal witch walking aside as if drunk, letting the sun shine on Tom's book again, he stretched out his hand angrily, thinking He wanted to block Tom's sunlight, but the moment his finger touched the light, he felt a sharp pain as if he had been stung by a wasp, and he immediately retracted his hand in pain.

"You are crazy!"

He flicked his rapidly swollen hand like crazy, stretched out his wand and pointed it at Tom, a red light flashed, and his face showed the same contented smile as parents who have physically punished their children, but then, go first The witch who made her debut fell to the ground.

"Tsk."

Tom still ignored him, and continued to turn the roster back a page. He saw a funny name on the roster, and couldn't help but make a sound, but the soft tut sounded like a mockery to the fat man, which was extremely ear-piercing .

"Rich, don't be petty, we understand your dissatisfaction, but you know it," the fat man changed his face, and said sternly close to Tom's ear, the spittle was wet and dry under the flames Ground, "Since you came to power, the efficiency of the department has been low. It's not that the Aurors don't want to save you, but the low motivation makes everyone lose the motivation to work hard."

"rustle……"

Tom seemed to be sitting in the study, putting the roster on Erlang's knees and sketching on it.

"Rich, your petty temper has reduced your already pitiful number of supporters. You let these Muggles you care about see the cruelty of magic, and you made Slant Side Alley flat," Fatty The man danced with all his strength and made the smallest sound, "Go to the fuck's slope! What a shoddy fake name!"

"Slantside Lane sounds ugly, come up with a new name..."

A somewhat abstract sketch emerged on the blank page of the roster, and Tom looked at a red-marked area in the center of the sketch.

"Rich, do you think that without Judge Shafik, you can keep your word? The Ministry of Magic needs to collect taxes from us every year, and I alone bear 13.00% of the annual expenses!" Fat man Trying to reason with this minister who has suddenly become apathetic, "We are MPs, officials, taxpayers, and the last to benefit from your services. Do you think you came to power by yourself? You are just elected by us Without you, we can still find a new obedient minister on our own, and we can even elect a Muggle minister, but without us, you can't even support yourself!"

"Why is there something calling all the time?"

"Rich, are you deaf? Hold your goddamn head up! Listen to me!"

"Who is this?"

Tom raised his head, pointed to the chattering fat man beside him, and asked Paul who had just run back.

Paul stopped, looked at the man pointed by the minister, and then looked behind the man, and was stunned. The minister can remember the name of an unknown person like himself, how could he even remember the name of Mr. Malfoy? Can't live?Could it be that he bumped his head in the battle just now?He half-knelt beside Tom, stole a glance at the back of the minister's intact head, lowered his head, and whispered in Tom's ear, "This is—"

"You!" The fat man put on a domineering attitude, puffed out his chest and looked at Paul, "tell this idiot who I am!"

"This is Mr. Malfoy," Paul lowered his head and whispered, "The director of the Commerce Department, the biggest entrepreneur since the Magic Factory appeared."

"Oh." Tom nodded, "I thought it was a sick man who ran away from St. Mungo's, you know? This man may have passed his dragon plague syphilis to his family. His son seems to be called Abu Laxus Malfoy? Babies can still be cured after taking medicine for ten years, but now... tsk tsk, this disease has a maximum incubation period of 60 years. If it is not treated as soon as possible, the consequences will be very serious... Paul , you must keep yourselves clean, this is a bloody lesson."

If it is said that Tom's indifferent attitude before may be expressing his dissatisfaction for this attack, then this passage is pointing at his nose and yelling. How could old Malfoy feel that Tom didn't know him? He felt that he really had dragon plague and syphilis, which in his view was a provocation and a declaration of war.

"Teach him a lesson!"

He waved his hand, and the dissatisfaction in his heart reached the extreme. If he hadn't been worried, he might have been lynched and served. He endured it for so long, studying the model of the magic factory every day, pinching his nose and dealing with those disgusting Muggles every day, isn't it? To make a cucumber scold him.

But after waiting for a few seconds, the stage with only three actors was silent. Old Malfoy turned his head in horror and saw layers of entourages who had been built into walls. He felt a chill down his spine, and subconsciously spun Come.

His neck made a stiff sound like clockwork. He turned his head and looked back. The stone pier that Nobby Rich was sitting on disappeared at some point, replaced by a few people who were standing behind him just now—they were neatly arranged Stacked together like a comfy sofa.

"Who suggested the anti-apparition spell in Inclined Side Lane?" Tom threw the roster into Paul's hand, took out a small silver ball and tapped it on the plinth under his buttocks, and a nail clipper appeared on the In his hands, he trimmed his nails and asked, "Paul, I forgot."

"It's...Mr. Malfoy." Paul caught the roster in a panic and said.

"Oh."

"Rich, you bloody-"

Old Malfoy realized that the unflappable Minister had been hearing his voice all the time, and he raised his wand, ready to teach the idiot Minister a lesson with his own hands.

"I warn you, don't act rashly!"

The blow came from the back of the head, and old Malfoy fell down with eyes staring at him, and as he hit his head hard on the ground, he saw Paul picking up his wand, and he muttered, "How dare you—"

In the next second, Paul's foot had already stepped on his head. As a minister's confidant, how could he be afraid of such a vicious pure-blooded "noble"?He looked at Tom and asked respectfully, "My lord, I have taken this disrespectful man down."

"Dragon plague syphilis is a terrible disease," Tom cut his nails, and waved away the Aurors who surrounded him. "It can not only erode the health of the sick person, but also reduce his intelligence. This Malfoy is Did he graduate from Gryffindor? Has he always been this brave?"

"Ri... Odd."

"Can you hear something barking?" asked Tom curiously.

"I can't hear you, Minister." Paul replied, he knew that the big man under his feet might be one of the murderers who caused them to be alone and helpless, which made him, who was betrayed, feel an unprecedented joy, "Maybe it's the dog barking! "

"Well," Tom nodded, "I just did some calculations. The wealth of some families can keep the Ministry of Magic running for many years."

"Rich...Minister."

"I might be able to steal their homes. Anyway, for wizards, there is magic, and they can make a comeback at any time, can't they?"

"Minister..." Old Malfoy's wailing became weaker and weaker. He realized that Rich might be the most hidden one of all his imaginary enemies, and there was a huge mistake in his judgment.

"What do you think of the conditions I agreed to Nurmengard?" Tom put down his nail clippers, plucked his ears, and asked with his head tilted, "I think it's inconvenient to have some eunuchs standing in the way, what do you think?" ?”

"My lord, your idea must be correct."

"Is the quantity finished?"

"My lord, Aurors... and the Aurors you came with, there are only seven people left. Fortunately, the reinforcements you called took over the battlefield at the end." Paul lowered his head, a little frustrated, "The escaped prisoners follow your orders We have been detained separately, but Azkaban has just had a prison break, and we are worried..."

"Don't worry, I'll call for someone later," Tom shrugged. "It's really not possible. Today's Diagonal Alley is full of troops and horses. It must be normal for everyone to die, right?"

"My lord," Paul glanced across Malfoy, and the two eyes met for a moment, then quickly moved to the human wall, "These unruly people also want to—"

"Minister..." Old Malfoy, who heard Paul address him, struggled for a moment, and finally repeated the address, "...my lord."

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Malfoy?" Tom showed a satisfied smile, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Paul, "What are you doing stepping on him? You gagged him, and I said something was screaming just now." !"

"Sorry, my lord."

Paul let go of old Malfoy, holding the Coke he found after listening for a while, and stepped aside.

Old Malfoy got up from the ground. Instead of standing up, he squirmed to Tom's feet. He suddenly realized how amazing the victories of the minister and these Aurors were. There must still be him in the alley. Considering the strength, he hugged Tom's writing and said tearfully: "Master! Do you know? We are worried about you!"

"Who is it?" Tom kicked him away and asked coldly, "Don't talk nonsense."

"It's Borgin Bock!" Old Malfoy staggered back and said intermittently, "He noticed the appearance of Nelson Wertling in Berlin and tricked us into keeping you in check!"

"Oh, so the Ministry of Magic has already succeeded," Tom beckoned, "And Borgin Burk, does Borgin Burk know that his surname is Wertling? Take him away."

Paul stepped forward, grabbed old Malfoy by the shoulders, and dragged him away.

"Wait!" After gliding for a while, old Malfoy realized that he was being dragged to the pile of corpses, he broke free from Paul's hand, and rushed back, "My lord, I say! I don't care about anything!" explain!"

……

"You're a smart man, Malfoy."

Tom looked at the old Malfoy who was rolling on the ground, immersed in the magical pain caused by the leak, and said with a smile, "You have betrayed so you can betray someone, do you know what that means?"

"You...you're not Nobby Rich!" Old Malfoy's precious robes were soaked in sweat, and he lost two circles of weight. His dehydrated and convulsed muscles took on a terrifying shape, and he fell into great fear. But the source of the fear is the words he just said himself, those words that betrayed the contract, "Who are you? Are you Grindelwald?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but you know, all you have left is Nobby Rich... Oh no, Mr. Minister, you can serve him, maybe you can try to find Dumbledore, sell him badly, and pray He protects you."

"I……"

"You know your only choice, Malfoy," Tom waved his wand, "it's just that there is a price for loyalty, and those friends who take the initiative to approach me will get preferential treatment, do you understand?"

Old Malfoy was prostrate on the ground, nodding his head like a pounding garlic.

"Do you like tattoos? Malfoy, do you know that people in ancient times liked to leave marks on their bodies after capturing prisoners of war, so as to declare their ownership of slaves."

(End of this chapter)