My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Seeing Nelson's arrival, Tom couldn't wait to jump off the top of Alexander's head, but just as he was walking towards Nelson, Dumbledore finally had a new move and walked to Nelson before Tom.

When the fighting crowd calmed down, another group of new wizards surrounded them from all directions, and the people who had just relaxed couldn't help but get nervous again and made a gesture of preparation for battle.

"Professor." Nelson smiled weakly at Dumbledore.

"You are too bold." Dumbledore's expression was a little reproachful, but he didn't say much.

"I'm afraid I'll jump into the script Mr. Grindelwald wrote for me if I follow the steps."

"Then you don't have to put yourself in." Dumbledore raised his hand, wanting to pat him on the shoulder, but looked at Nelson, who unconsciously had grown up from a young age to just need to raise his head slightly enough to meet his gaze, In the end, he put his hand down and sighed, "It's been overwhelmed, and now you will be drawn into an even more dangerous whirlpool."

"Professor, I'll do it right, won't I?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a while, then showed a helpless smile: "Yes, you will."

"You are doing the right thing," Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the new wizards from all over the world. "The International Federation of Wizards has a question for you."

"Is this organization really established?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"It was supposed to be established in a week, just in time for the climax of your Expo, but just now, it was established." Dumbledore put his hand on Nelson's shoulder and said forcefully, "You are ready. Facing... a wizard?"

"I'm ready."

"Good boy!" Dumbledore's generous palm said uncontrollably, "Come with me."

After all, he walked straight towards the direction of the black tower. Nelson patted Alexander's armor and followed behind him, with Tom walking quickly.

"See you tomorrow, Tom."

Nelson and Tom brushed past him, grinning at the corners of his lips.

Tom was stunned, his eyes swept across Dumbledore's face, who was flush with him, and patted Nelson's shoulder.

"See you tomorrow."

…

"Nelson Wilttening Williams."

As wizards around the world contemplate the future of what is happening today, an unusually secret meeting is quietly unfolding.

Different from what was revealed to the world when Dumbledore was tried for allegedly killing a Muggle, the scale of this interrogation was a lot of laughter, and the location of the interrogation room was difficult to verify. The walls could not see their original color in the dark, and there was an invisible pressure in the dry and dull air. Only the open door could bring a breath of fresh air here.

"This place was originally planned to open a week later as the venue for the wizards' union meeting. You are so proud to have this kind of place open for you earlier."

A wizard with a slender hat walked in from the door, Lang Sheng said, his voice was weak but strong in the echoless room, obviously containing great dissatisfaction, he closed the door and walked to the table The only vacant seat left was to sit down, and even the outdoor air was cut off from the world.

A dozen wizards sat around a huge round table. Their faces were visible in the shadows. If you look closely, you can see faces that are enough to call the wind and rain in the magical world. They stare at the round table. The center of the room, where a dark and dull pig iron chair was placed in the center of the crowd. In the dark room with no daylight, only the brilliance of different colors flashing in their respective pupils could add a touch of vitality.

After the last wizard who was present closed the door, the atmosphere in the room quickly became serious, and people knew that a conversation centered on the name he just mentioned that could affect the fate of the world was about to start, and they couldn't help but fight ten times. Dichotomous spirit.

"Thank you for your love, ahem."

Nelson's voice came from the center of the dark room, from the direction of the pig iron chair. It sounded even more relaxed than the people surrounding him, as if it was a bamboo in his chest. With a strong cough, a beam of passive light came from above his head. Lay it down, and then enclose Nelson's entire being in a dusty beam of light.

At the bottom of the beam of light, Nelson's hands and feet were tied to a pig-iron interrogation chair by thick chains. His face was pale, but his face was smiling. It swept across the face that could be seen from the front, and finally stopped on the face of the wizard in the slender hat.

"Actually, I don't have any requirements for where to answer questions. Even in a hidden place where people come and go, I can answer all your doubts one by one."

"Hmph, to let you speak in public, do you want to use the demagogic skills you learned from Gellert Grindelwald? Let a group of unknown civilians charge for you, do you think

Are we stupid? "

The tit-for-tat conversation made the air in the dark room tense immediately. Nelson twisted his sore neck, and there was a harsh "click" sound between his cervical vertebrae. However, he could see Grindelwald's general recklessness, he couldn't help clenching his slender crutches, and poked lightly on the ground.

"boom-"

The beam of light above Nelson's head became thicker, and included the space around him. On the three corners of his body, three silver trays floated steadily in the air, protected by bubble-like but extremely tough shields. Wrapped in a shield, you can vaguely see a wand covered with knots, a rough black ring, and an empty plate.

"I never wanted to take advantage of anyone, sir, these are people's own choices, I just happened to have some way of helping them and standing up."

"Okay," the tall-hatted wizard was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by a sturdy wizard beside him. His words had a heavy nasal tone, as if he had just come here from the snowy plains of Siberia. The obstruction caused by it has not been cleared. He looked at the wizards around him, took a deep look at Nelson, and asked, "Have you all verified it? Is this me? And... those three things are really the legendary deaths. Holy artifact?"

"He and this name can match the number, and the soul is also complete, it is himself." Someone answered at the round table, but no one helped him answer the question about the Deathly Hallows.

"It should be the Deathly Hallows, yes, I just checked, and it's the same as the description in The Tales of Bedouin, but I haven't found a way to use them other than the Invisibility Cloak," another When the voice came, Nelson could feel the scorching gaze stabbing on his back, the owner of this gaze was even more interested in the Deathly Hallows than the meeting itself, "I heard that Professor Dumbledore was interested in the Deathly Hallows. There has been more in-depth research, I wonder if you have any insights?"

"I don't understand." Dumbledore's voice came from Nelson's side, and he was not very talkative about this topic.

"Can you untie the chain for me?"

Nelson's hands and feet swayed in the gaps of the chains, and the heavy chains collided with each other, making a dull sound like the collision of copper bells. The sound that should have been incessant was absorbed when passing through the dark wall, so that the restraint of the chains was also revealed. Feeling light and powerless, "It's not very convenient for me to speak when it's locked like this."

The wizards surrounding him were silent, only a slight rustling of sleeves rubbing against the front door came from the direction of the front door. The light of the spell flashed slightly, but it was very conspicuous in this claustrophobic dark room.

Nelson felt the chains loosen a little, he sighed with relief, and nodded to the witch who had loosened the chains.

Her face was hidden in the thick darkness, but a pair of familiar eyes still shone even in the dark. Nelson thought for a moment and remembered the identity of the witch in front of him - Beauxbaton was then the principal, Constance, in the top three During the hegemony competition, she had a relationship with herself. When the French Minister of Magic was suspected of taking refuge in Grindelwald, the headmistress, who usually only stayed on campus, stood up and participated in this fight. Nelson's questioning, which also made her the only woman in the meeting.

"Then let's...let's start?"

With his back to Nelson's direction, an old wizard with a strong Egyptian accent coughed lightly, and after obtaining the acquiescence of the surrounding participants, he took the lead in asking a question.

"Given that you are already an adult wizard, you should not be unaware that the mass incidents led by you before have seriously violated the International Secrecy Act. I want to know your motives as a basis for establishing punishment."

The originally wandering eyes were poking at Nelson's body at this moment, and he was stared at by this group of wizards who had the majority of the right to speak. He even felt an irresistible pressure, but what did this mean to him? Nelson straightened his back on the cast iron seat by taking advantage of the gap in the loose chain, and turned his eyes back.

"I have to remind you, Mr. Wiltning, that you have to pay attention to your words, deeds and attitudes," Constance, who was sitting opposite Nelson, sighed softly, her eyes never taking her eyes off his face, "Everyone present here. Everyone holds their own shackles. These shackles were originally prepared to prevent Grindelwald from escaping a second time. If you don't convince any of us, then you will be carrying these shackles here for the rest of your life. Well, trust me, even if you've been in Azkaban, England, you definitely don't want to be imprisoned in this chair."

"I understand, ma'am." Nelson nodded, raised his neck, and said in a loud voice, "Respected ladies and gentlemen, before I do, I want to ask you a question."

Nelson paused for a moment. Seeing that no one objected to his question, he leaned back in the cold chair and said in a deep voice, "I have counted European countries from 1700 to 1900 for two hundred years. Are you interested in knowing the number of new wizards every year?"

"Does this have anything to do with my previous question?" the old wizard who asked the question rhetorically.

"Yes, and it matters a lot."

"I know," Constance said, staring into Nelson's eyes, as if to see something deeper in the blue, "as headmaster of Beauxbatons, I can tell you, The number of new students entering Beauxbatons each year is not much different than it was two hundred years ago, just a slight fluctuation."

"I also remind you of one thing related to you, even if the number of wizard newborns has decreased, the root cause is also because of anti-wizard organizations such as Second Salem," the wizard in the stiletto hat said extremely Actively, he couldn't wait to take Constance's words, "So you don't want to justify your behavior of trampling on the dignity of the secrecy law with reasons such as the depopulation of wizards."

"Thank you for your reminder, sir," Nelson nodded slightly, turning his eyes to Constance, "Ma'am, have you ever investigated the bloodline ratio of the new wizards?"

"What percentage?"

"The ratio of pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards to wizarding babies in continental Europe in 1700 was almost equal, roughly one to one, if you want more detailed numbers, you can Contact the witch named Scarlett," Nelson said softly. "By 1800, pure-blood wizards accounted for only half of all wizarding newborns, and Muggle-born wizards increased to Forty percent, and the rest are half-blood wizards."

"What do you want to express?"

"As for the year 1900, which was closer to us, the proportion of pure-blood wizards was less than 10%. This is the data obtained without considering the blood of this part of the wizard. Half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards are almost the same. In the last forty or so years, the proportion of Muggle-born wizards has continued to rise," Nelson said without interruption, he continued, "From two thousand years ago to the seventeenth century, the number of wizards in There has not been much change in the proportion of the population of The number of breaches of secrecy laws almost doubled in 2018,"

"What are you talking about?"

The tall-hatted wizard scolded impatiently, but the sturdy wizard beside him interrupted him again by waving his hand, looking at Nelson with curiosity: "You just proposed a Phenomenon, Mr Williams, I don't think this justifies your serious transgression."

"I understand, sir," Nelson nodded and said solemnly, "In fact, the population problem at the beginning cannot be judged simply by numbers. What we should pay attention to is the proportion of wizards in the global population, just take Europe. For example, in the two hundred years from the beginning of the eighteenth century to the beginning of the twentieth century, the population of Muggles increased from 100 million to 400 million, which quadrupled. You can probably calculate, sir, that there were fewer wizards. How much is the poor percentage now diluted?"

"You're not going to tell me you're worried about the future of wizards, that we're going to be replaced by Muggles that grow like locusts? You're still Gellert Grindelwald's old way!" When the time would be interrupted, he said disdainfully, "To tell you the truth, this question has been worried about hundreds of years ago, and I can answer you, as long as we don't want to, Muggles won't see it even two thousand years later. to us."

"Sir, there are more than confrontations, disputes and passive avoidance in this world," Nelson said slowly, "and fusion, where wizards hundreds of years ago could shrink in their own small circles to be self-sufficient, but now, What country can guarantee that they can live their old life after leaving the Muggles? Haven't you paid attention to where the Squibs end up? As far as I know, very few people choose to accept the Ministry of Magic's 'Help', do you really think we're still the lone star hanging over Muggles?"