My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"what is this?"

As he walked through a long corridor, Nelson noticed a place on the wall covered by gray cloth. Under the gray cloth, there were evenly arranged protrusions, like shelves.

"You don't want to know." Walburga looked back and said with disgust.

"What? Is it disgusting?" Tom came and said, "If it is a disgusting ancient painting—"

"No, it's a fine tradition created by an old guy in our family," Walburga repeated, "Really, you really don't want to know."

"Kreacher knows," Kreacher said excitedly, following Walburga, who was almost overwhelmed by the tail of her skirt. The old and noble Black will chop off their heads and glue them to this wall, and they will be glued when Kreacher is old!"

"Hey, it's disgusting." Walburga said without turning his head. "I wouldn't do it. It would be disgusting. If you insist on sticking yourself to it, then behead your head. I hope you After cutting off his head, he can hold it and stick it to the wall."

"Hey, it's disgusting." Tom replied, but he didn't really feel anything.

"I've said it, you don't want to know." Walburga shrugged and turned around. "Don't think about it anymore. I'll eat it later... Nelson, what do you think of me like this?"

Nelson only feels that time and space are chaotic. He doesn't know what will happen to Walburga in the future to become a loyal fan of this tradition. Maybe she has already changed. After all, having her own time and space is already a completely different story.

"Nothing." Nelson shook his head and said with a smile. "Kreacher is right. Your earrings are really not fastened. Touch them yourself. The one on the right is about to fall off."

When Nelson and his party arrived at the restaurant, it had already been cleaned up. The center of a wooden long table was neatly covered with a long tablecloth, and the four corners were pressed by candlesticks, leaving both sides of the table for people to eat. The two chairs on the upper and lower heads are inlaid with the emblem of the Black family behind them, while the other chairs on both sides have the same standard, and the same extravagance is compelling.

Several sets of Chinese-made enamel porcelain tableware are placed in front of each chair at the same angle, with a large piece of silk underneath, and tin knives and forks and other tableware on both sides. There is a table behind each chair. A waiter with a plane hidden in the dark—for wizard families who are used to handing over miscellaneous objects to magic or house elves, serving guests with a dedicated person can be regarded as the most advanced understanding.

Nelson looked around, and the restaurant said it was not big, much smaller than the Hogwarts restaurant, but it was not too small. A few people around and the same number of waiters standing in the restaurant also seemed empty. . The furnishings in the restaurant are also very exquisite, from the Napoleon era knives and forks to the good-looking tableware, from the floor that is expensive to step on to the faint fragrance in the room, from the gold candlesticks to the crystal chandeliers and tops. The candles engraved with the royal logo, everything here is silently shouting four characters-I am rich!

Nelson said that he did hear the shouting of the restaurant and was a little deaf because of the noise.

With the help of an old man, Bollock walked out of the corridor not far away. He just walked like flying, holding an exquisite gentleman's stick in his hand, and walked towards the restaurant expressionlessly, with Merlin on his chest. The first-class medal flashed under the light of candlelight. His eyes first saw Alphard, scanned his body up and down, and quickly moved his eyes away, then turned his gaze to Walburga. When he arrived at his well-dressed daughter, he finally showed a satisfied smile. Finally, his eyes scanned between Nelson and Tom, and finally fell on Nelson's face. Bollock nodded, walked to a few people, stretched out his hands, and did. Made a "please" action:

"Come in, two gentlemen."

Nelson took a deep look at him, and regretted at this moment that he didn’t take out the cane. Although it was in his pocket, it was too deliberate to take it out. His eyes turned to Tom, only to find that he too Looking at myself, it seems that the two people have the same thing in their hearts.

Gnar: Damn it, he pretended to be.

Tom: I miscalculated.

The two adjusted their collars and walked into the restaurant first. Under the guidance of the waiter, they sat in the two lower positions of the main seat.

Soon, surrounded by a pair of sons and daughters, Bollocks held a cane and walked in with his chest raised up. He first arranged for Alphad to sit next to Nelson, Walburga sits next to Tom, and then Shi Shiran walked to it. The first seat, sit down quietly, and gently press the small bell on hand.

A few people only occupied less than half of the seats at the long table, and Tom's eyes floated backwards unconsciously.

"I also have a young son. He is a little too young, and he is afraid that it will affect today's dinner, so I asked his mother to take him out for dinner." Seeing Tom's eyes drifting to the chairs behind, Bollocks Explained, "Of course, if you like children, you can also ask him to come and play with you later."

"No," Tom nodded, "I will disturb you."

"How can I say to bother you?" Brocks responded politely, and did not despise Tom because of his age or status. "You two are friends of my two children at school, or excellent classmates. , I always like to find an opportunity to invite you to come out and gather to express my gratitude to you, my incompetent father. I finally have the opportunity today. It should be my honor."

"Mr. Black," Tom hadn't seen this kind of battle, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he responded, "You said that, Walburga and Alphad also helped us a lot."

"Yes."

Nelson took the conversation. From the very beginning, he observed in silence and found that the Black family was not as xenophobic, as conceited, and as ignorant as he imagined. On the contrary, he showed an upbringing and insight that surpassed most people. Wondering how such a family could decline like a rocket in less than forty years, he nodded and said, "The two of them are also our role models."

At this moment, Alphad is quiet like a little chicken that is soaked in the rain. The usual hearty Walburga also poses in a weird dress, looking like she wrapped her right hand with her left hand, and Wrapped his left foot with his right foot.

"haha."

Bollock let out a hearty laugh, which quickly resolved the embarrassing atmosphere in the restaurant. He might not have thought that Nelson and Tom were not very nervous. Instead, Walburga, who he most counted on, lost the chain at a critical moment. , He glanced at the flushed-faced daughter who didn’t know what she was thinking, coughed lightly, and guided the topic to the campus life she was familiar with. With his infinite concern for campus life, the five people were finally able to unhindered. Talked.

During the chat, dishes came up quickly, but no one moved the knife and fork until the butler came up with a bottle of sweet wine before the meal and opened the stopper with a "bang".

The table manners of wizards are very different from those of ordinary people in the UK. As an ethnic group who has developed restaurant magic to the extreme hundreds of years ago, they don’t have to worry about the time for serving dishes. A dish does not take much time. Don't worry about the cold dishes, because each plate is attached with the magic to maintain the state of the ingredients, so this process of pouring the wine by the host after all the dishes is already "red tape".

"Mr. Wiltening," Bollock first filled a glass for Nelson, who was closest to him, and said with a smile, "If I'm right, your family should come from Northern Europe?"

"Oh?" Nelson raised his head and glanced at Bollocks. "To be honest, I grew up in London and never met my parents, so I don't know much about this."

"Sorry," Bollock leaned slightly, "I have also heard of Wiltening's name."

"It's okay, Mr. Black," Nelson shrugged and said, "Can you tell me about them? I haven't found relevant information about my origin."

"Of course I can't find this information at Hogwarts. The school library only records some British families. I have a good study of heraldry." Bollocks winked at his sons and daughters and motioned to them. Don't leave Tom in the cold, and while walking up to Tom to pour him a drink, he said, "If I remember correctly, the Wiltening family crest should look like this."

He quickly poured five glasses of wine, first declared that "the minor only has this one", and then happily pulled a napkin and dipped it with fruit wine on it.

Soon, an emblem that Nelson had seen on Melgan in Newt’s memory was slowly painted on a tissue by Borlocs. This seemed to be something he was good at. Borlocs painted while painting. Said happily:

"The coat of arms, blue, cut off by the stream, the top one, gold-I remember it should be like this, the metallic color is gold and the primary color is blue." After drawing the main body of the badge, he left a blank scroll underneath. , Scratching his head with some annoyance, said, "I forgot what the motto on the scroll is. I can't remember whether there are guardian beasts on both sides and if there are any other accessories. I'm really sorry."

After Bollocs finished painting, he gently pushed the napkin in front of him in front of Nelson.

"The Wiltening family is called the Wiltening by the Creek, on the one hand because of the roots of their surnames in Norwegian and the stream on the family crest, and on the other hand because of the uniqueness of the Wiltening family. "Transfiguration and innate talent in transfiguration," Bollocks looked at Nelson with a scrutiny gaze, and said, "Alphad once told me about your achievements in polymorphism. As a young man, you do When it comes to things that many old wizards can't do, this is still on the premise that there is no legendary Wiltening Transformation Magic. If you have the opportunity to go to Boothbarton, you can inquire about this."

"So that's it," Nelson nodded thoughtfully. In fact, after seeing Newt's memory of being transformed by magic, he also found a place where no one had secretly changed the dragon game, but the effect was not as good as Melgan. , It’s like a beginner playing nunchakus, "Thank you very much."

"I'm sorry I didn't finish drawing Wiltening's family crest." Bollock continued to apologize sincerely.

"You don't have to be like this," Nelson stared at the simple family crest on the napkin. The so-called stream was just a bar, which looked very simple, but he was convinced that this was the main body of the Wiltning family crest. It's a big help for me."

"Okay," Bollock shook his head and said, "I can send someone to help you find the coat of arms in Northern Europe for the rest, or... I think Master Grindelwald should have this information. I heard that there is a Blackrock Tower in Newmontgard, which contains copies of the collections in magic libraries around the world."

Nelson tilted his head and noticed that two of the other three people who were chatting in full swing had their ears pricked up, and only Walburga was immersed in it.

"When shall I go back to look for it~www.readwn.com~ Nelson nodded and asked playfully, "My lord? Have you seen Grindelwald himself? "

"Oh... Lord Grindelwald," Bollock's eyes immediately brought admiration. I don't know what happened. It hasn't been a few days since Nelson provided the contact information. This man who seems to be at least self-judgmental seems to be in love. Grindelwald's Imperius curse, and already a little crazy, "I didn't see him in person, but he arranged a task for us."

"Task?" Nelson was a little curious, and there were tasks he didn't know about? Shouldn't the British mission be reported here? It turned out that he had been "overheaded". When he arrived here, he asked, "Is it convenient to disclose?"

"Of course," Bollock gave Nelson a strange look, and he seemed to be even more surprised at Nelson's ignorance. "The wizard who contacted us hopes that we can unite all the forces that can be united."

"Overthrow the Ministry of Magic?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"No, restart the Triwizard Tournament." Bollock glanced at Nelson again, and he felt that he couldn't keep up with the young man's ideas.

"Oh, it turned out to be the Triwizard Tournament." Nelson nodded, "It is indeed a good choice to use the tournament to promote the normalization of diplomatic relations."

"It's true." Bollock replied.

"I have always been curious, Mr. Black," Nelson suddenly leaned forward, lowered his voice, and asked seriously, "No matter who your family is in power, they are all first-class aristocrats in Britain. Why should you risk contacting Grindelwald? What? You know, he doesn't have much power in England, and some people have even said that Dumbledore can easily defeat him."

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