My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

After a long period of quick questions and answers, the dry-mouthed people temporarily arrived at halftime.

"What questions are you asking? Is there really no one at Norton II's hand?" The sturdy wizard stared at the aggressive fool next to him with some distress, "You are like a student who is afraid that his own student will not be able to. Graduation is a hard-working old tutor who madly asks some stupid questions to delay time during the defense."

The stiletto wizard looked at him and blinked blankly.

"Damn, I forgot that you, Ilvermorny, don't have the graduation thesis assessment," the sturdy wizard stroked his forehead. "Is that why you have so many insights?"

He emphasized the words "true insight", full of sarcasm, but the stiletto wizard seemed not to understand, banging on the table cheerfully, as if he was losing the same for France and the United States. The face felt smug.

"Perhaps you can tell me what a graduation thesis is? It sounds like an assessment standard that can effectively judge students' learning." Constance interrupted the conversation between the two and asked curiously, "Can you put the Show me your paper? I'm a little curious."

"I don't think you can read Russian." The stocky wizard was suddenly flustered, as if he was called into the office by his supervisor after failing to pass the thesis check, "That's right—"

"Cough cough!" At times like this, the old Egyptian wizard who Nelson couldn't see because of his angle would cough a few times, acting as a way to bring these uninterested attendees back to reality. Mission, "Now we don't even pay attention to the major event of being blocked by the secrecy law. I very doubt that we will play for a long time like today at the official meeting of the International Federation of Wizards and then achieve nothing."

"Aren't we having fun now?" Constance rolled her eyes beautifully, her tone full of dissatisfaction, "I don't understand, since things have already happened, what's the point of us discussing this."

"We always need to come up with some ways to deal with the aftermath. Taking advantage of the fact that the representatives of the wizards from all over the world are here, we must gather everyone's strength to quickly eliminate the impact of all these incidents," the old Egyptian wizard still said softly, "I Thinking of Dumbledore's advocacy for early meetings, and with that in mind, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore responded in a perfunctory manner, his seat was in the blind spot of Nelson's vision, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Why don't I see that you have even half the urgency to solve the problem?" Constance sneered, leaning back in the chair, "Originally, the French Ministry of Magic is a mess, and as the headmaster of Beauxbatons, I may be the only one. Those who can preside over the overall situation, I don't understand the logic of your strong request for me to participate in the meeting, do you have another purpose? Do you have another purpose? Albus?"

After she finished speaking, she stood up and waved her wand, and one of the outermost pieces of Nelson's chains snapped and fell off his body.

"It's okay for me to abstain?" Constance slapped the table with a slap, "You don't care about the life and death of Muggles in Paris, or the future of French wizards, I care!"

"Constance," Dumbledore said softly after being mentioned several times, "it's pointless to preside over the overall situation now, believe me, people outside know what they want better than you, according to my opinion. You know, the news here has been spread from the hands of Muggles to all over the world. Since the change of the situation is a foregone conclusion, as the only witch who can preside over the overall situation in France, don't you want to know what to do in the future? What's more, we still To discuss what to do with Nelson Williams, it's all more pressing."

Constance was silent for a moment, then pulled up the chair and sat back.

"At least as the headmaster of Beauxbatons, it has nothing to do with me even if there is a fallout here," she leaned back in her chair, her words unwavering, "Anyway, Beauxbatons are hidden from wizards, even if they are known to Muggles. , does not affect my teaching students."

"Okay, but look," the slender hat wizard reminded, "do you want to fasten the chain back? There's a big guy and a little devil parked outside."

"Didn't I say it? I abstained," Constance rolled her eyes. "Besides, this is the son of Mergan Wertning, and you want me to tie him back?"

"Really?" Nelson felt several gazes directed at him at the same time, and the Egyptian wizard behind him said quietly, "It looks quite similar."

"Wiltling," Constance said loudly, clearing her throat, "I noticed that you were silent for a long time, and you must know that until now, you have not even persuaded any chain."

"I understand, ma'am," Nelson nodded, eyes finally returning to him, even while strapped to a chair, he looked as if he was giving a speech, "as Muggle-born wizards become more and more The more intermarriage between wizards and Muggles, the more often the distinction between wizards and Muggles will slowly fade in conception over time. This has definitely happened. A few years ago, the British Ministry of Magic appeared in the history of The first Muggle-born minister, Mr. Nobby Ritchie, came before more and more laws were introduced to protect Muggles, from when secrecy laws were first enacted, Muggles who had access to magic had to be taken away to Now it only needs to be cleared of memory, you may not have noticed that all this has already changed, instead of letting the human beings who were originally from the same race come back together after a long time, I just speed up the process. "

"So, you still have your heart for the wizard?" A sarcastic laughter sounded from Nelson's back.

"Of course, sir," Nelson nodded, even though the wizard behind him couldn't see his movements, "do you know why the products of the Nurmengard Magic Factory are so good and cheap?"

Several wizards who had previously shown no interest raised their heads, and the secrets of real money and silver were always sought after.

"For example, a scale for measuring potion materials. Do you know the difference between a scale sold in a hidden place and a product in a Muggle market?"

"Can this be the same?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded firmly, "the scales themselves are the same, and even because wizards are used to making them by hand, there will inevitably be some errors. If you only look at scales, even Muggle products are better. When steam was used to forge steel in China, the manufacturing industry had already far surpassed that of wizards, both in terms of accuracy and efficiency, and the scales we use on weekdays only have some more magic to ensure accuracy and some protection to prevent potions from corroding metals. ."

"what do you mean…"

"Yes, in the magic factory, some raw materials that can be rough processed without magic power are semi-finished products they ordered from Muggle factories, and then refined and assembled by wizards, which are the goods you see. That's why they can reduce the price by at least half while maintaining the quality."

"Muggle products... aren't they synonymous with shoddy?"

"If you really used it, you wouldn't say such a thing," Nelson explained the "advanced" knowledge to the wizards who were still in feudal society. After the work of the magic factory, the wizards in the magic factory will have more time, energy and even magic at the disposal of the process that requires magic, to improve the process and iterate the product."

"It seems that is really the case?" Gu

"A small scale is enough for both Muggles and wizards to maximize their value," Nelson said, "now there are trains and buses powered by magic, and there may even be magic in the future. A propelled plane or even a rocket, anything with magic will change qualitatively, why should we resist their embrace?"

After a moment of silence, after a little thought, people realized the feasibility of Nelson's theory, after all, it really worked, even for several years.

"I have a question, Mr. Williams," a voice came from Nelson's side, Nelson looked out of the corner and saw a man with a bun, "I never promised to cooperate with you Nurmengard, Because I've always been a little concerned that if I wanted to build this model in my country, would I run into some kind of hurdle that only Nurmengard could break through?"

"Sir, I have to reiterate again, I do not represent Nurmengard, nor do I belong to Nurmengard." Nelson said sincerely, "This is just a set of concepts, it is not a technology, and it is not a secret method, as long as you understand The reason is very simple, as far as I know, someone has already tried this, in this case, wouldn’t the secrecy law that was born hundreds of years ago because of an accident become an obstacle?”

"He's right, we're already doing it." Beside the man with the bun in his bun, a small wizard with similar features raised his hand and looked around, and between the flickering wands, a chain went from Nelson's body slipped quietly, "To tell you the truth, we have been discussing the issue of open secrecy law restrictions for a long time, but small countries and few people can't stand the toss, maybe after the things here in France are over, we will get a good reference, thank you Your ideas are wild, Mr. Williams."

The sorcerer with the bun in his bun looked down at the representative of the neighboring country, thought for a moment, and raised his wand.

"We wish everyone in Europe to achieve better development." In his polite words, another thicker chain was broken, "I have gained a lot of knowledge this time, and the law of secrecy in my country does not actually exist. It's not as strict as you guys, what this Mr Williams said, we've been through for quite some time."

There is not a single stupid person sitting in this office. Under the instigation of interests, they quickly want to invite the interests of them. Most of them are from other continents, and they are not closely related to France, Grindelwald or even secrecy laws. States have loosened their chains.

Rather than being passive when magic is exposed as a fait accompli, it is better to grab greater benefits and occupy higher powers.

In addition to not being able to leave his seat, Nelson was able to sit there and move freely. He could finally look behind him and surveyed the wizards who hadn't made a statement yet. Looking at the familiar faces, he showed a timid smile.

"Everyone, I'm not a person who can only speak vernacular," Nelson chuckled, twisted his neck, and tugged at the few chains left on his body. People became irritable, "I'm just reminding you of some of the crises that have already happened out of my wizard's duty. Gentlemen, it's cheaper to sell directly from the magic factory."

"There is such a good thing... but it's not necessary, Garen has already made a lot of money." The Egyptian wizard behind Nelson was unmoved, "If we sell it cheaply, we won't be able to make any money."

Nelson didn't say a word, just turned his head and looked at him with a smile. Among the dozen or so regional representatives divided by famous magic school districts, those who didn't make a statement happened to be the ones who cooperated the most with Nurmengard and taught the most. They are greedy enough and short-sighted enough to fall into the same dumping trap as Britain even long ago.

Just when the old wizard was still complacent, his eyes suddenly widened, and there was a smug smile on his face, which made him look very funny.

"You...can you sell it more...cheaper?"

"Yes, sir, not 'us', but it can be sold cheaper," Nelson nodded politely. "As far as I know, the last workshop in Egypt—supposed to be making flying carpets? Three months ago. closed?"

A chilling atmosphere immediately pervaded the top of the round table.

"Are you threatening us?"

"I don't, sir," Nelson shook his head. "It doesn't matter where I am."

…

"I have no opinion."

After a long silence, someone finally stood up to break the silence, and everyone's eyes were turned in the direction of the sound, but no one could have imagined that the first compromise was actually the slender who stood up against it at the beginning and had the worst attitude. The hat wizard, he stood up, the beard connecting the temples trembled with his breathing, he straightened his collar, twisted the eagle-shaped collar pin, smiled and said, "Mr. Williams, Your Majesty let me He greets you."

"Why you?" Looking at him with the great contrast, the sturdy wizard beside him asked inexplicably, "Shouldn't America hate this kid the most? You've lost a lot of face!"

"Why?" The stiletto wizard took off his hat, revealing the bald scalp on top of his lush-haired head. "They are ashamed, do they have anything to do with His Majesty Norton? Or, you didn't go to us at all. Went to the new park there."

"Nar, you know, people with the surname Dumbledore have little talent for business. Aberforth's bar is still losing money even today, and I don't care about wealth," Dumbledore said. Staring at Nelson, he said in a deep voice, "I've always been opposed to what Richie did to bring down Shafiq."

"He just helped Judge Shafik's greed, Professor."

All the chains on Nelson's body were broken, and only the last one remained. Dumbledore and his eyes collided in the air, as if an invisible arc splashed.

"Mr. Nicklaus probably wouldn't like to see you like that."

"Professor, he wants me to do what I want to do," Nelson stood up, the chains hanging on his shoulders like the sash of a triumphant general, "and what I want to do is to make this rigid and rotten world right."

"Is it really the right way?"

"At least not before."

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