My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh! God, God, I mean..."

Father Crawford stood in the confession room of the chapel, looking at the festering, barely sounding baby in the arms of the woman in tattered clothes, holding a silver basin filled with holy water, and said incoherently, at a loss, "Ma'am, you must take your child to the hospital. God may not be optimistic about this level of injury."

"But his sickness is God's punishment," the ragged woman sobbed in despair as she fell to her knees, tugging at the hem of Father Crawford's robe, her muddy tears falling to the ground drop by drop , the sound of "patta pata" was extremely harsh, and said in Polish accented English, "God can punish me, but must forgive my child..."

Father Crawford identified her with just one glance. There were too many such people in his parish. This was a Polish woman who had fled to England at the beginning of the war. Her husband was separated and she had no relatives. She could only survive by betraying herself, but when the war was finally over, she could not return to her hometown.

He could even guess the source of this woman's tragedy. Refugees in Poland were fled to all parts of Europe by lightning. Few of them would bring softness early. When they came to an unfamiliar city and wanted to settle down, they had to give something—such as a than the settlement fee in exchange for family members.

Father Crawford sighed, and, ignoring the woman's filth, reached out and stroked the top of her head.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind her. Just as Father Crawford raised his head to tell the visitor that there was someone inside, the door of the confession room was pushed open.

"Let me say, ma'am, this shouldn't be God's punishment, this should be your indiscreet life's punishment for him, oh...poor little thing," a man who broke into a confession room without permission lifted a corner of a baby Swaddled, frowned and sighed for a while, and said, "If you have a way, maybe you can go to St. Mungo's. The doctor there may have some experience with his condition."

"St Mungo?" The woman raised her head, her numb face covered by her messy hair, unable to see any thoughts. "What is that? I've been to all the doctors I can find in London, and they've turned me away without exception. outside."

"It's an incurable disease, ma'am," said the man impatiently. "I didn't mean to pour cold water on your desire to survive, but if I were you, I'd be off to find out where St Mungo is now."

The woman turned her head blankly, and was about to hug the leg of the man behind her as if she was grabbing Father Crawford's leg, but she froze when she reached out her hand, her numb eyes became even more empty, and then, He straightened up like a puppet and left without saying a word.

"This is the biggest difference between us and you. When a wizard is desperate, at least he won't cry and beg for forgiveness to a guy who can't fight." Action, this is actually a wizard in a robe. He unbuttons the collar of the robe and looks at Father Crawford, "I have something to do with you, Father."

"We will at least maintain respect in front of those who believe in our faith. That's the biggest difference," Father Crawford said with a stern face, put the silver basin in his hand on the table, turned and walked behind the table, "There are What are you doing, sir?"

"Am I right?" the wizard asked rhetorically. "The child has syphilis in the womb, which is incurable for you, even for your God."

"You know a lot, Mr. Ogden," said Father Crawford, looking at the woman's back staggering away, dissatisfied with the uninvited guest in front of him. "You are indeed a well-informed wizard."

"You said it as if I had syphilis."

"I didn't accuse you like that. In the presence of God, you said it yourself." The old priest sat down on the table, raised his head to look at Ogden's newly wounded face, and said, "You come to me. What is there to do in this little church? Wouldn't it be a privilege to hear a wizard's confession today?"

"You're joking, Father," said Bob Ogden, the Auror who had briefly communicated with Nelson in Hangleton, pulling out the chair opposite the Father and sitting down, "but recently there has been a new The disease is prevalent, and I happen to have seen it, that thing is called dragon plague syphilis, and the disease is not much like that woman's child."

"Dragon? It really deserves to be a wizard," Rao, a well-informed priest, couldn't help but marvel at this magical name. He sighed and looked at the unhappy wizard in front of him. There were a few more dazzling faces on his face. The scar made that rebellious face even more stinky, "I don't see you coming to me very often on weekdays, it seems that there is something important."

Ogden lifted his hat and exposed the shocking scars in front of the priest. The various bruised or rolled scars made the priest take a deep breath.

"Yes, Father, just when you were discussing syphilis with me, a few people may have been hurt." Ogden said with a stern face, "I've been very busy lately, and I don't know which **** guy did it. Things, now those dark wizards have become unscrupulous, they have completely ignored the constraints of other laws."

Ogden took out a piece of meat dripping with green blood from his pocket, covered it all over his scarred face, gritted his teeth and let out a sharp inhalation sound, his shoulders shrank suddenly, and quickly. Stretching out, it seems to be somewhat inexplicably comfortable.

"See, this is what magic can bring to people, and it's not a good thing."

"Dark wizard? Is it the same as in the book—"

"I don't know what book you're reading, Father, I'm just curious who thinks it's good for Muggles to abolish secrecy laws. In the eyes of those dark wizards, Muggles are no different from lambs to be slaughtered. I In the past month, there have been at least fifteen kidnapping and murder cases in our jurisdiction," Father Crawford's expression became solemn after listening to Ogden's description, "Damn, the plaza I used to play when I was a kid was bombed. It's collapsed, England is a mess, if you let me know which **** guy broke the secrecy laws... s!"

The strength in his hand was a little bigger, and the scales on the dragon meat slashed across the wound, almost making him gasp in pain.

"Is the situation so serious now?" Father Crawford didn't know what to say. "I thought the existence of magic was enough to subvert everything."

"It's good that Richie's Ministry of Magic... Damn, I was even his senior before, and now I have to call him Lord Minister, it's magical," Ogden took out a small silver ball from his arms and placed it on the priest's table. "It's good that Richie's Ministry isn't made up of a bunch of idiots like Foley does, but they know they should do something real."

"what is this?"

"Listen to me first, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, which you call the wizarding police, are severely understaffed. There have been serious riots in Northern Ireland in the past two days, and many pure-blood wizard nobility fans have openly taken to the streets to bully Muggles. , but the Irish Ministry of Magic is not willing to take care of these things, they claim that the riots in Northern Ireland need to be quelled by the British Ministry of Magic, so I had to be sent to support there, and the Ministry of Magic has to prepare for possible crises outside the border, so The only Aurors capable of dealing with Muggle-encountering magical events on British soil may be two teams, and an unreliable group of Law Enforcement Squad members."

"What? Are you leaving? What about Xicheng? Didn't you just say that many vicious incidents happened here?"

"Then you can only ask your God," Ogden shrugged, made a helpless expression, pointed to the small silver ball in front of the priest, and said helplessly, "I seriously doubt the work of the left-behind staff. ability, but Minister Ritchie claims he's got the hang of it, it's something a local lady in London asked me to bring to you, and honestly, I still don't understand the order in which the Ministry of Magic is revealing magic to Muggles step by step What's the basis? Don't let us contact your government. Instead, we are looking for priests, tailors, dancers, etc. The only person who can be ranked first is a police inspector around the train station... far away, This is the rancher of the red pine forest, and Ms. Walburga Black asked me to bring you something, and she told me that this small object is enough to keep you safe in the future."

"what is this?"

Father Crawford picked up the small silver ball and asked worriedly. He could feel the anxiety and concern in the wizard's heart. Although Ogden's attitude has always been not very good, and even called it bad, he still has a bad attitude towards London. The caring of people is real, at least his attitude when talking about crimes and the wounds on his face that seem to be fighting with blood can explain everything, this is a man with a cold heart.

"As far as I know, this is a suitcase produced by the magic factory in Nurmengard. It should contain something that can help you. As for what it is... If I knew, I wouldn't be in such a hurry now, Ms. Black told me that only you can open this thing, by the way, do you know her?" Ogden scratched his hair, put the dragon meat on his face, and said, "I heard some news, it is said that At the Paris Expo two months ago, there was a group of Muggles who could deal with wizards for a short time. I think with her financial resources, she should be able to buy some alchemy props that Muggles can use temporarily, but these things are not very powerful. It's expensive too, and when I'm gone, you can start praying to your God when you open it."

"Can't people live together peacefully?"

Father Crawford shook his head and put the small silver ball in his pocket, as Ogden had said, he had begun to pray to God that there might be something useful in the ball, since the sudden visit of the Ministry of Magic a month earlier. By now, his mind has been calmed down a lot, at least he can speak peacefully with an ungodly wizard like Ogden.

"Of course," Ogden sneered, "do you think Britain is bad? Except for the countries to the north and east with strange traditions and institutions, Britain is basically the best place in the world. The crime rate of wizards is It can even be ignored among Muggles, if you really have the leisure, you might as well go to Bulgaria to preach, believe me, that situation will surprise you."

"Bulgaria…"

"Okay, it's getting late. It took me too much time to deliver things to you. It's almost time to gather, I'll go first," Ogden put the dragon meat back in his pocket, stood up, but found that The priest was already wandering, he sighed and turned to leave, "I hope your **** and magic will bring you good luck."

Father Crawford recalled the bizarre experience of this month's time, and his thoughts drifted back to that afternoon a month ago.

That day, a bald, red-haired man in a suit that was fashionable from 40 years ago knocked on the door of the confession room and put on the table a thick stack of parchment, which is rarely used even in churches in this day and age. .

The man chatted with him enthusiastically for a long time, and said many dangerous remarks that would have been set on a cross on a cross in the Middle Ages. The content was so shocking that the priest only remembered his last sentence, " In order to avoid causing large-scale riots, the Ministry of Magic decided to disclose the existence of magic to the Muggle world in batches. You who have frequent contact with wizards are also on the first list, and then there will be Aurors in charge of this area. contact you."

The Auror, he knew, was Ogden, but who was the "wizard with frequent contact" mentioned by Mr. Dorian Weasley, the self-proclaimed director of the Muggle Liaison Office? Father Crawford's eyes flashed the faces of the churchgoers, but never connected any of them with the wizard who had just left.

"boom!"

The door of the confession room was slammed open again from the outside, and Ogden stormed in under his feet, awakening the brooding Father Crawford.

The priest raised his head and looked at him blankly.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't stay here!" Ogden tucked his hands into his arms, UU reading www. uukanshu. com took out another small silver ball with a similar shape and a different pattern, and threw it directly into Father Crawford's arms, "This is my 'phone', damn, whoever thought of that name, it's too hard to say. If you encounter something that can't be solved, press the button above and I'll come over."

Father Crawford picked up the ball and pressed it lightly, and a harsh "Ode to Joy" melody came from Ogden's arms.

"For your god's sake, don't press it now, and don't play any wolf tricks," Ogden looked a little exasperated. "This thing is expensive! A set will cost me half a month's salary. , hurry up and sell more indulgences and pay me back!"

"But we don't sell indulgences anymore..."

Father Crawford looked up, but Ogden had vanished as swiftly as he had come.

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