My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir."

Martha walked over to the man and piled up the slipped fabric, covering them together.

"I'm a little curious, miss, can you tell that I'm a wizard, is it really because my clothes are out of date?" The man put down his arms that had been held high for a long time, rubbed his sore shoulders, and asked curiously, "Is it true? Is it so abrupt? On the way here, no one on the streets of London noticed any difference.”

"Maybe because I'm a tailor, I'm very sensitive to things like dressing up." Martha responded with a smile, "And he told me, so I will pay special attention to people like you."

"Who is the 'he' you just said? Your wizard friend?" The curiosity on the man's face continued. "Do you have any other Muggle-born wizard friends?"

"Yes," Martha hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said carefully, "I grew up with him."

"Then you're really lucky... no, he's really lucky not to be in a wizard and forget who he is," said the man, bending over and letting Martha measure his neck, "until the wizards in England get used to it. After a while, you can buy a tape measure that can measure the length yourself, by the way, can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

"He gave me one, but I'm not used to using that thing," Martha shook her head and thought for a moment, the back of the screen appeared in front of her eyes two months ago, bit her lip and said, "He... I might have been able to tell you before, but now I don't know, if I have to say...he's a good guy."

"Good people?" The man showed an exaggerated expression. "This description is too clear! There are still good people in this world, and it's not worth it for me to travel all the way to London to seek help."

"I'm actually not sure," Martha lowered her head, was silent for a moment, took out a longer tape to measure the man's hips, and said softly, "He fought other people, but I just thought he was a good guy."

"Fighting, is he an Auror?" The man didn't explain what an Auror was, but said to himself, "It's good, there are good people out there."

"Your hometown...Did something terrible happen?" Martha heard the sigh in the man's tone and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Me?" The man pondered for a moment, turned around under Martha's lead, wrapped a flexible tape around his waist, and said, "I'm from Prussia, and I just arrived yesterday."

"Prussia?" Martha blinked, took off a clip from her pocket, stuck it where the tape measure overlapped, raised her head, and asked, "Is there still Prussia? Sorry, I mean, it's been a long time. Never heard of that."

"Oh, it's like saying you're England or Scotland. You can even call yourself a Londoner, but that doesn't stop you from being a beautiful English girl."

"You really know how to speak," compared to the ladies of the same period in London, Martha, who had returned from the other side of the ocean, was undoubtedly more cheerful and lively, she covered her mouth and smiled, "but I won't give you a discount. "

"Thank God, I have nothing but money first, miss, but you'd better take gold bars here. I only have some German marks left. I don't know if these things can be exchanged for waste paper." He waved his hand, "If you are willing to accept Galleon, that would be great. I think with the current situation in the UK, you will be able to use Galleon to buy things soon."

"Deutschmark? What's the matter, sir?"

"It's not the same here, there are no wizard leaders who go to great lengths to get people to know each other, there are no long stories, there is no lovely behind-the-scenes man behind everything, there is nothing in Prussia, the most prosperous part of the empire ever. There is no one in the land to guide us what to do, madam, this is not a magic wand, it is something that gives me more hope than a magic wand."

The man pulled out a thinly rolled newspaper from his pocket. It was the long stick that Martha mistook for a wand. He found a clean ground and straightened it. It was a newspaper from The Times a week ago. , with a photo of the Mayor of London posing with a bald man after the completion of the Alexander Building, the sun shining on the tall building behind them, the glass-covered building façade reflecting the incompletely cleared ruins across the street, everything. It all looked so polished, so rundown, but always for the better, and a tattered page of poster slipped out of a gap in the newspaper. It was a leaflet in German with just one sentence - hold on.

Looking at this leaflet, he showed a bitter smile and said, "You may not have imagined that it took a lot of effort for me to get out of there."

"Your homeland..." Martha asked with concern, "did something bad happen?"

"Wizards always regard the restoration of the Bulgarian dynasty as a joke after dinner, but they never think of another place where there is no news," the man unbuttoned his cuffs, exposed his wrists for Martha to measure, and whispered, "Just because you're a muggle, miss, I don't mean to offend you that you don't know magic, it's just that I really don't know who to tell this to, and everyone around me who wields a wand is probably wearing a wizarding robe. Jackals and beasts, I only dare to talk to you who are strangers."

"Don't worry, I don't care about that."

"You'll care in the future, it's inevitable," the man sighed and glanced outside the shop, as if he was afraid of any trouble that might come after him, "You can talk so much with me, a German, I really I am very happy, after all, my motherland once brought you such a tragic war... You should have no knowledge of the wizarding world, Miss, the German Ministry of Magic has long been an organization in name only, and they rely on Numengard— A dark wizard's territorial survival has done nothing to make the country better, until a few years ago, the dark wizard stopped his expansion for some reason and even withdrew from some of the previously occupied territories— The vast and fertile Prussia—can you imagine? The Ministry of Magic feared his Weihe, and dared not govern those jurisdictions that belonged to them.”

"No... dare?"

The man's argument was a bit unbelievable. The movements in Masha's hands froze, and the sharp clip stabbed his wrist fiercely. Masha hurriedly lowered her head. There was a little blood oozing from the man's wrist. She hurriedly used it. Wipe the white satin in the pocket, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"Don't use such a beautiful cloth for this kind of thing, don't forget, I'm a wizard," the man stopped her movement, he took a deep breath, pointed his wand to the cuff, the wound healed quickly , he closed his eyes and continued, "That's right, dare not, that land has become a gathering place for the dark wizards among the dark wizards who want to defect to Numengard but are hated by the dark wizards because of their bad deeds. Rat's Den, hey, can you imagine? The dark wizards that even the dark wizards hate, how people hate ghosts? Maybe this is the real situation of wizards and muggles contacting unprepared, the first week , the dark wizards are still somewhat restrained, for fear of encountering the encirclement and suppression of the German Ministry of Magic or Nurmengard, but with the first wizard in the street 'punishing' a Muggle who offended him - anyway he said so - but Without the slightest punishment or even the slightest cost, they quickly become unscrupulous."

"The German government...I mean, people like me didn't resist?"

"Haha, do you know what you're talking about? Miss!" The man laughed, but his laughter was filled with grief that couldn't be hidden, "Prussia, especially East Prussia, is a piece of cake for Muggles. Hot potato, the victors in the east and west wanted to use this as their buffer, even our country was cut in half because of the defeat, of course, this is a Muggle thing, but Prussia in the middle , This land, which is no more important to Germany, has become a wasteland that no one cares about, as if the people living on it are all savages. The previous Muggle government was cut into pieces because of the defeat There are only a few war criminals, how can they restore the mountains and rivers in such a short period of time? There are not even a few men left, ironically speaking, men are the most precious commodity there.”

"Commodities?" Martha's mouth widened in surprise, and the movements in her hands stopped.

"Oh, sorry, the wording is wrong, where is the commodity, it is clearly the prey, and the commodity at least needs to be paid for." The man pouted and said, "The Ruhr area where I used to live is very rich. After graduating from school some time ago, I got a job in Prussia, policing the Ministry of Magic, and when I was young, I was carried away thinking that they valued my talents for a newbie to manage a large number of Aurors, and I found out later, They had already given up there, and the people who were arranged to go there were all nasty **** who wanted to resign voluntarily. God knows how I annoyed them. Maybe it was because I lost face in Germany. To be honest, even my opponents I think I've done a good job."

Listening to the man's complaint, Martha was a little confused. She was about to ask something, but the man continued to speak.

"After I got there, I realized that I was fighting alone. Fortunately, those dens of snakes and rats didn't dare to do their disgusting things under the sun. As long as I didn't care about their rat dens, I would be happy to relax," the man helped Holding his chest, he seemed to have some bad memories, "I've been there for a while, and I really can't stand the rusty pain. I'd rather go back to my hometown to **** coal in the grayscale, rather than slowly rot there, but I was just the day before I considered my resignation, something like that happened in Paris, and after a week my reply didn't arrive, and while I was waiting on pins and needles, my deputy, a wicked fifty-four year old , took me under control while I was sleeping, and gave it to the head of the street. I didn't know that they even divided the site during the night I slept. Maybe the dark wizard's brain circuit is It's that simple."

"Then how did you..."

"My grandfather pretended to be sick and let me run out. I didn't want to leave him, but...he told me not to leave the people there," the man said angrily, beating his head, "they didn't dare to do anything to him, I must find help here as soon as possible, at least before it is confirmed that I am incapable of dealing with it... Dumbledore, Nobby Ritchie."

The man babbled for a long time, then raised his head suddenly: "Sorry, I said something strange."

"It's okay, sir." Hearing the urgency, Martha couldn't help but quicken her movements.

"And Williams, damn, he's just a student, but I really can't find anyone I know." The man muttered, and Martha, who heard him, was stunned, but quickly recovered her vigilance. calm.

"What's up?"

"Oh, Williams is a very common surname in the UK, and the owner of a doughnut shop down our street has the last name Williams."

"Haha, how is that possible?" The measurement of the figure was over, the man relaxed and said with a smile, ""

"You can pick up your clothes after a week, and there may be some ill-fitting at that time. I will make corrections as soon as possible." Martha copied the recorded data on the notebook and smeared lightly on the paper with charcoal. After a while , a simple sketch appeared on the paper, exactly the same as the man's figure, but this picture looked unclothed, which made the man look a little shy, Martha raised her head and said, "You only need to pay a part of the deposit. Yes, about fifty pounds."

"I'll pay the full amount," the man felt in his pocket, took out a large piece of things wrapped in oiled paper, thought about it, and piled it on the workbench, "Forget it, I don't know if there are any I'll give it to you, do you have any pounds? Just find some change for me."

"Leave your autograph here." Martha pushed forward the notebook and pen in her hand, and then opened the oil-paper package. The extravagant golden light almost blinded her, so she hurriedly wrapped the oil-paper package and pushed Going back, "That's too much."

But the man at this time had already signed his name, turned around and walked towards the door. He grabbed a summer hat with a wide brim and buckled it on his head, hiding half of his face.

"The rest of the money is for this hat."

Martha looked down at the signature on the paper—Ludwig Kant, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com She chased after her with a heavy oiled paper bag, Ludwig lowered her head, held the brim of her hat, and confirmed After there was no one on the street, he walked out quickly. The moment he walked into the sun, he jumped up and turned into a small bat that kept flapping his wings in mid-air, looking at this magical scene that belongs only to magic. , Martha couldn't help but stare blankly.

"Suck... vampires, can vampires bask in the sun?"

After a long while, she shook her head and walked towards the workbench with the oil paper bag in her hand, and carefully hid it. In the next second, a heavy gasping sound came to her ear, and the sunlight at the door was blocked. .

"is it here?"

"Hey, yes, my baby smells him."

"Damn bastard," a heavy gasp sounded from Martha's ears, accompanied by a stench that seemed like she hadn't brushed her teeth in hundreds of years, "Who's your baby?"

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