My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do we need to prepare anything?"

Bollocks took out a bottle of perfume spray, closed his eyes, and sipped a few drops on his face. He looked more concerned than a young boy seeing his sweetheart. He took out the perfume, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and looked at it in disgust. After looking at the sky and the dim twilight around him, he asked, "Master Grindelwald any other preferences? I'm afraid these gifts are not what he wants."

Several wizards in black robes of pirated saints stood motionless behind him, like sculptures, which were mistaken for gifts he prepared for Grindelwald, who loves sculpture art.

"You have been asking all night," Nelson smiled and shook his head. "He doesn't care about these things very much. You know, no matter how precious treasures you are, there will be no precious treasures in his collection, unless--"

Nelson stopped talking and waved his hand grinningly. Upon seeing this, Borox reached into his pocket and asked, "Except what?"

"Haha, I said you can't catch it." After that, Nelson squeezed his eyes at Tom, who was not awake, and walked to the center of Grimmauld Place, where a row of boxes were neatly arranged.

Have you seen London at four o'clock in the morning? This is the worst air quality time of the day, and this time happens to be the worst air quality ever in London. Feeling the pollutants like sand in the air, Nelson regretted not wearing a mask.

He stepped on the ground, walked around, found a relatively flat ground, took a long black cane from his pocket, and pointed it on the ground.

"These **** Muggles, I haven't seen a sunny day since I was a kid."

The sky seemed to be obscured by a rag, and Bollocks stood beside Tom, pacing pretendingly, looking towards the horizon, waiting for the saint he imagined to come to meet him.

"Mr. Black," Tom said with a yawn, "It has nothing to do with Muggles. Even if no one lives here, you can hardly see the sun."

"That's true." The sky turned white, showing the color of a dead fish under the refraction of the haze. Bollocks took out his pocket watch, struggled for a moment, and finally asked, "Mr. Wiltening, I didn't mean to I want to urge you, I just want to know when the people who will meet us will come."

"The one who meets us?" Nelson shook his head. "I'm just measuring."

"What to measure?"

"Measure how big a circle I should draw."

As soon as the voice fell, Nelson shook his stick, raised it high, and then thrust it into the ground forcefully. The stick sank effortlessly into the bluestone floor tiles of Grimmauld Place as if tofu was forbidden. Then, he looked horrified at Bollocks. Under the gaze of Nelson, a white aperture with a radius of about ten meters with Nelson as the center rose straight from the ground, just right to include the wizards and the boxes present. He finally understood why Nelson wanted him to arrange for people to use Muggles early. The expulsion curse, why did he let him gather the people and things he was going to take in an empty field.

Nelson glanced around and saw that nothing had been missed, so he placed his other hand on the jewel at the top of his hand, and shouted in ancient Greek: "Pitya! The center—"

A dazzling white light flashed, and in the next second, a group of people disappeared in the center of Grimmauld Place with their luggage. As for the Muggles who got up in the morning and saw that the flat ground in the center of the square, like a knife, would extend some urban legends. This is not within Nelson's consideration.

In a place that no one had discovered, in Nelson’s pocket, because of hearing the ancient Greek name Pitia, the Order of the Guardian Order gave out an equally dazzling silver light because of Nelson’s shouting, but I can’t see my fingers in my pockets with how many things I don’t know. No one sees this bright light that is not inferior to the outside world, and its brilliance is not accompanied by sound or heat, and even its owner did not feel it. Strange changes, not long before the light gradually faded.

"Huhuhu—"

After the silent teleportation, Borox’s panting voice came into everyone’s minds. Except for Nelson, who had closed his eyes long ago, and Tom, who hadn’t opened his eyes at all, the group finally slowly recovered from the short-term blindness caused by the glare. Coming over, Bollock raised his head and met Nelson's curious eyes, "Mr. Black, are you motion sick?"

"Huh?" Bollock blinked and asked suspiciously. "Has it arrived?"

"Yeah, what do you think?" Nelson stretched out his hand and pointed around, and saw a group of people in a huge white dome building with complex shapes and round magic patterns in gold and silver carved at their feet. There are still countless such magic patterns in the venue, countless goods and wizards are busy in it, a scene of enthusiasm.

"Destination, Newmondgard...visiting place, London, eh? Is the transmission from London to Krakow open now?" A young black-robed wizard with heavy glasses like a beer bottle is never far away The registration office ran up, brandishing a booklet, staring disgustedly at the rubble scattered on the magic pattern, "How many times have you said, don't bring **** when you send it, our cleaning will delay the next wave of transmission. "

"Okay." Nelson waved his hand. "I see."

"It's fine to know, but it can't be like this next time. A guy brought half an orcas over and made us sick for a few days without eating." The registered wizard helped his eyes and continued to stare at the pamphlet, "Visit The reason, bye? What is this? I thought you were giving military money somewhere! Applicant, Nelson Wiltning... Wiltning..."

He was chanting the name and suddenly realized who the visitor was. His body was tight and he stood upright. The boot on his right foot knocked heavily on his left foot, making a bang, and he threw the pamphlet on the ground. , Performed a standard wizard ceremony, and shouted: "Master Wiltening!"

When the busy wizards around heard the call of the registered wizard, they stopped their work and looked in the direction of Nelson. He was very embarrassed, and he wanted to find a box to open and hide in. He had to pay attention to the attention of the people around him. Shi Shiran walked to the registered wizard, stood in front of him, coughed lightly, and said, "You take them to Newmontgard. These are British wizards. If you want to join, you must treat them well."

"What about you? Sir Wiltning," the registered wizard's face flushed, if it weren't because of shyness, it was blown by the wind, he asked reluctantly, "Don't you take them yourself?"

"Me?" Nelson scratched his head. "I have something to do, so I left them a letter of introduction. If you can't find someone to make a decision, go to Zweig, do you know Zweig? This place should be managed by him after I leave."

"I know," the registered wizard looked at Nelson with piercing eyes, but turned into embarrassing eyes under the refraction of the bottom of the beer bottle. He was a little scared but very firm and said, "Master Zweig ordered, if When you come back here, you must stay and inform him."

"Do you know that this kind of thing is not suitable for telling the target so blatantly, it is easy for him to escape."

"I--"

"Huh? I remembered." Looking at the flushed face under the glasses at the bottom of the beer bottle, Nelson stretched his voice and said, "Are you back from the North Pole?"

"My lord, it's Antarctica," the registered wizard corrected.

"I think I have already remembered why I sent you to the South Pole," Nelson raised his forehead, leaned closer, and whispered threateningly. "I think young and promising wizards like you should go to the North Pole again. Polar bears are also a kind of A creature full of magic."

"I……"

"Actually, I really want to see Zweig, I really miss him," Nelson said with a bitter face, and put on a sad tone. "I'm actually more sad than him when I can't see him, but you know Yes, there are some things that time is waiting for no one. Think about it, you are now interrogating me for ten minutes. What if you are ten minutes away in the future?"

"I..." The bottom of the beer bottle was a little shaken.

"If you think about it, no one has ever seen me come here." Seeing the bottom of the beer bottle, he wanted to refute. Nelson couldn't take a breath and continued. "After all, no one wants to go to the North Pole. The matter is our personal relationship, but there are some more important things that I need to do. If you are lucky enough to be back alive, I ask you to go to the North Pole to eat shrimps. Remember to contact me when you come.

"Come back alive?" There was horror on the face at the bottom of the beer bottle, "My lord, you?"

"Oh," Nelson patted his shoulder while the iron was hot, and asked earnestly, "Tell me, what is our purpose?"

The bottom of the beer bottle stood upright again, and Grindelwald's famous saying came out, "For—"

"Yes," Nelson said after him, "for the greater good."

As a result, the bottom of the beer bottle turned his face serious, and trot to the registration desk in small steps.

"Wait." Nelson called him back, Fuer ordered a few words, and then let him go.

After doing all this, Nelson shrugged and walked back to Tom. The long-standing Bollocks looked at the prosperous wizards around him, looked at the important supplies that suddenly appeared on the magic patterns that lighted up everywhere. After the materials were cleaned up, the magic pattern used for the next wave of receiving or transshipment was illuminated. I was shocked that in such a space not as big as a street in Diagon Alley, the throughput of goods exceeded the Black family in just ten minutes. The sum of the throughput of the business for several months, as the head of the household, he can see more.

The common modes of transportation used by wizards have not changed for hundreds of years. They are nothing more than transportation such as flying broomsticks and magic carpets, advanced magic such as phantom shift, or transmission props such as Floo nets and door keys, but they are more There are at least some flaws. The more intuitive point is that they need at least one person to use and can't carry too much.

But Bollocks saw that in a magic pattern next to him, a box of invisible goods appeared out of thin air. After being removed by the alchemy doll waiting here, another batch of goods appeared. In the same position, it was hard for him to imagine that if there was a conflict, the British wizards might not deliver strategic supplies at the door of their homes as fast as the magic pattern of Newmontgard.

As a "black wizard" who once specialized in delivery and transportation, the proudest invention of the Black family is the double-sided mirror and the connected vanishing cabinet, but these expensive props are simply compared with Krakow’s teleportation magic pattern. Little ugly.

Bollocs, who was confident in his family's technology before, realized at this moment that perhaps the gold and silver treasures he brought with him were the most precious things he had at present.

He clenched his fist, firming up his choice even more.

"Wake up, Tom." Nelson walked to a pile of boxes and looked at Tom who was sitting on it, resting his head on his arm, posing as a cold look like Tom, and whispered, "We should go now."

"Huh?" Tom was a little dead asleep, and the cry woke up Borox who was aside.

Nelson turned his head, looked at Bollocks, and said with a smile, "It's shocking, isn't it? That's why I recommend you come to Newmontgard to learn from it."

"It's indeed... very shocking," Bollock nodded and said, "I thought the truce before the Saints was a real truce, now I want to come."

"When you see this, it's hard to get away anymore." Nelson quipped.

Who knows that Bollocks turned around and said to Nelson earnestly: "Our family will not run away. Following the strong is the instinct of every wizard who yearns for a strong one. I think Master Grindelwald is undoubtedly such a one. The strong."

"Uh," Nelson scratched his head and didn't know what to say, so he spread out his hands~www.readwn.com~ and introduced, "This is Krakow, the geographic center of Europe, and it is also the "Witcher Highway" of Numongard. The hub, in fact, even if you don’t fight those bad battles, the value of logistics here will be quite high in a peaceful age."

"Indeed..." Bollock rubbed his chin and nodded heavily.

"Yesterday Alphad borrowed some books from the Black family," Nelson continued, "I noticed that the magic of the Black family's fortune is actually similar to this."

"We are far from the miracle created by Master Grindelwald."

"No, don't be presumptuous," Nelson shook his head. "Although I did not preside over the construction here, I was in charge of it at the beginning. Although there is no real work, I can feel that the wizards in the center are touching the stones. Crossing the river, you may just not think of these ideas, but the Black family must be more experienced in magical matters. This is why I strongly recommend you to Grindelwald."

"Thank you so much." Bollock took off his hat, grateful.

"Someone will take you on the next road." Nelson scratched his head, stretched his arms, snapped his fingers in Tom's ear, Tom was awakened, and Nelson grabbed his arm and said goodbye to Bollock. "We Hurry to Albania, let's say goodbye!"

Having said that, he pulled Tom, flashed and teleported to a spot where the magic pattern was just lit up not far away. Before leaving, Nelson looked deeply at the big wooden box he wanted to get into when he was embarrassed before, followed by white light. The two of them disappeared after the first release. In less than a blink of an eye, the next magic pattern lit up, and a big bald head flashed out.

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