My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's so scary, I didn't expect there are werewolves in the world..."

In the tailor's shop, Martha tucked her knees in one hand and held a cup of steaming cocoa in the other. She sat cross-legged among a pile of fabrics in shock, raising her eyes from time to time and looking out the door nervously.

"That's why we don't dare to disclose the details of the wizarding world to the Muggles," said a female Ministry official with her back to the door, sitting across from her, placing her hand lightly on the back of Martha's. , said softly, "If you suddenly tell everyone that there are magical animals such as werewolves, vampires and even giant dragons in the world, it will definitely cause panic, but you can rest assured that the British control of these beasts is very strict, this time The inconvenience caused to you is to blame for the German wizard who came here with the pursuers, but they have all been caught, you can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Giant...giant? And giant...giant dragon?"

Martha, who had just calmed down a little bit, almost knocked over the hot cocoa in her hands, her little face turned pale in an instant, she tightly grasped the skirt covered by her knees, and the knuckles of her fingers turned white from the force. .

"It's impossible for dragons to come here. Most of the dragons in England are kept in captivity safely," the witch smiled and comforted. "Of course, giants are even more impossible. The last recorded riot of giants was two hundred years ago. I'm afraid they have already degenerated into savages in the deep mountains and forests, don't worry, it is the Ministry of Magic's duty to protect people like you."

Martha didn't understand why there was such a polite and overly polite character among the arrogant wizards. She always felt a little uncomfortable, but she still answered the witch's questions one by one.

The other two wizards who came together were busy at the door. According to the witch, they were setting up the newly developed alarm defense magic, so that when Martha faced the next attack by the dark wizard, they could insist on the support of the Aurors. arrive.

"...That's all I can think of," Masha rubbed her temples and said weakly, "Only the wolf... The werewolf is closer to me, and I can't see the other two clearly."

"This is a dereliction of duty in our work, I hope you can understand, miss," the witch bowed her head and apologized with a whimper. Her attitude was not similar to those of the other arrogant wizards. She looked behind her and saw that there was a magic spell in front of the door. When the colleague was far enough away, he lowered his head and whispered, "If my Auror colleagues really have the ability to deserve their salary, you can't even see the faces of those two prisoners."

"You guys have arrived just in time..." Martha picked up the cup, drank the slightly cooled cocoa in her hands, clenched her hands to feel the residual warmth on the wall of the cup, and said with blurred eyes, "Otherwise you would not see me."

"I can give you a small piece of advice, miss, if you are more concerned about your own safety, you'd better find some more direct ways to contact the wizard," the witch put the pressure on the business even lower, "that Ogden simply It's a cold-blooded butcher who doesn't care about your lives. The case here is reported by Miss Black directly to the Ministry of Magic. It is said that she installed a looking glass here. Do you know her? She really cares about you, one in Asking about you through the fireplace."

Seeing the girl's softening expression in front of her, the witch sitting across from her smiled and refilled him with a cup of hot cocoa. Resisting the disgust in her heart, she looked at the ignorant Martha with eager eyes.

"Walbuga Black? Before... I had a friend who brought her to the store as a guest," Martha thought for a while, then said, "By the way, she still has a long dress left here. , I can't reach her, can you help me bring it to her?"

"Hehe, miss, little people like me can't see her," the witch warmly held the back of Masha's hand. This kind of inexplicable initiative made Masha feel uncomfortable, but seeing her caring about herself like this, Masha didn't To withdraw her hand, the witch continued, "Can you contact her or her family?"

She emphasized the word "family".

"I... I should be able to go to her father?" She said somewhat uncertainly, "She and Na... that friend of mine told me that there was something I could go to her father for help."

"That's great!" The witch raised her voice happily, "If you have such an arrangement, you can come to the Ministry of Magic to find me, and I will take you to Mr. Black myself!"

"Ah... OK, OK."

"Of course, I forgot to introduce myself." The witch tilted her head and showed a sweet smile. She pulled out a pink cloak from her pocket and gently covered it over Masha, as if afraid. She froze in the heat, "I'm Dolores Umbridge from the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic. I've just turned regular. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. I remember that the Ministry of Magic sent a You contacts should have credentials and the address of the Ministry of Magic in your handbook."

"boom!"

"Ow!"

The loud noise and screams from the door made the haggard Martha exclaim again. She almost thought that another werewolf was coming. The two people in the store looked in the direction of the sound, and the sign of the tailor shop fell. The slightly younger wizard was clumsily lifting the sign from the feet of another wizard.

The witch who was chatting with Martha also showed her face. This was a baby-faced woman with blond hair and a sweet smile on her face. She was wearing a Ministry of Magic robe, with a few ribbons tied around her neck. Badge in cat head style.

"Tsk... It's really unfortunate, this girl."

At the door of the store, a wizard who was measuring the street with a tape measure but was hit by an unpredictable disaster saw the scene in the store, tutted lightly, and shook his head.

"Sorry, sir, my hands are shaking," the intern raised his head sweating after finally removing the sign, "it's really unfortunate, who would have thought that a werewolf would appear on the streets of Greater London, oh...Merlin's Trousers, it's really bad luck today."

"You don't understand the situation, Umbridge, the guy who pleases this woman, will be stabbed down with something. She is a greedy, cunning and indifferent woman. Why do you think she turned positive in just one year? That is Because there was an empty spot in the office, as for how it was vacated... tsk, this pink cape was once draped over Foley's shoulders, when he visited Hogwarts, you may have I don't know, this unfortunate old guy was beaten to the end by Shafik within a few months." The wizard stared at the shop with his eyes watching the show, "I don't know what this girl has to care about... Tsk tsk, pink, delicate pink, how old is she now?"

"What? Didn't Miss Umbridge graduate two years ago?"

"If you have dealt with her, you should understand that her mind is much deeper than many old fritters in their 50s and 60s. I dare to guarantee that as long as the chief of Wizengamore is not Dumbledore's uprightness She's going to be at least the deputy minister soon."

"Really...?" The young intern scratched his head, "I also feel that she is a nice person, very enthusiastic in the office, and willing to help me a little."

"That's really rare," the wizard shook his head with a smile. Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong in the intern's tone, and a belated pain came from the foot that was hit by the sign, and he turned his head sharply. With a twisted expression, he asked, "Joan, what's your last name?"

"Selwyn, what's the matter, sir?"

Gu Ju </span> "That's all right, Umbridge is indeed a good and enthusiastic girl." The wizard took a breath and jumped to the shade.

"Look, these guys are clumsy," Umbridge turned her head and gave Martha her signature smile again, handing a small card she had just written to Martha's hand and winking. Blinking his eyes, he said, "This is the address of Diagon Alley. If you are interested in wizard clothes and fabrics, you can visit there."

"It's too much trouble for you," Martha quickly declined. "It's not Diagon Alley—"

"This is my compensation for the Ministry of Magic, it's just a little early, Muggle tourists can apply to visit Diagon Alley by March at the latest," Umbridge said with a smile, "They never Muggle feelings will be taken into consideration, miss, and I'm sure that a kind and lovely person like you will not cause any trouble, and I'd really like to trust you as much as you trust me."

Although Umbridge's smile made Martha feel a little uncomfortable, her candor made Martha feel a little better. Seeing the loose expression on Martha's face, Umbridge smiled even more. Brilliant.

…

On a rare sunny day, the entrance of the Quidditch stadium was crowded with people, but there were few in the audience. A group of young wizards wearing golden brown protective gear were bringing the Hufflepuff Quidditch team from the warehouse. The old brooms, lined up to wait for the assessment of the team members, each of them had a worried expression on their faces, and the next test they were about to face was even more impressive than the one they faced in the first grade. Nervous—after all, after the sorting ceremony, at least no professor would hand out fifty pounds in cash to some hapless man for a cab home.

Compared with the packed seats on the match day, the empty stands were particularly deserted. Only a few people who accompanied them sat sparsely in the stands. The most striking of them were the two green men on the Slytherin stand. The robe is too coquettish, it looks like two buds have emerged from a flower pot.

The captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team narrowed his eyes, covered his eyes with his hands, and looked up at the two people standing in the Slytherin stand.

"Tom Riddle, I know, is a master at riding a broom. He's not here to inquire about our Hufflepuff Quidditch team, right? Damn it, did Slytherin start preparing for the Academy Cup so early?"

"Captain, Riddle doesn't seem to be a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team," a player reminded. "He doesn't like Quidditch."

"What about that person? Who is that? Williams? Why is he on the Quidditch pitch? Is he Slytherin's secret weapon this year? Does anyone know him? What position does he play?"

Seven questions in a row made the team dizzy, and after a while, the last Hufflepuff prefect raised his hand weakly: "My first-year flying lesson was with Nelson, he Even the broom can't be grasped firmly, it shouldn't be like you said, as for the position... it should be the audience... right?"

"I feel like they're talking about me."

In the auditorium, Nelson swept over the Hufflepuff players gathered on the court, holding a glass bottle with a sticker in his hand and a straw in his mouth, said vaguely.

"Haha," Tom rolled Nelson's eyes, "are they thinking of recruiting you into the Hufflepuff Quidditch team? What a genius idea of ​​amputating your limbs."

"I can be a coach. I have countless advanced tactics and skills in my mind, which are enough to subvert the sport," Nelson tapped on his temple, took another sip with a straw in his mouth, and a fine foam burst from his mouth. Voice, "No, what do you mean? What is self-cutting limbs? Isn't the word self-cutting a hand?"

"Four times."

Tom ignored Nelson's angrily scolding, and watched the assessment on the court intently. After waiting for a while, he saw the little figure of Adele holding a broom taller than her. He waved his hand vigorously at the Slytherin stand and stepped up.

Tom couldn't stand this repetitive and boring test. After watching it for a while, he reached out and grabbed the hat from Nelson's head, put it on his face lightly, yawned, narrowed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a dream, he was awakened by Nelson's babbling voice.

"Don't be discouraged, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Adele, although the fruit of success is very sweet, failure is actually the main theme of life, we will..."

"What's the matter?" Tom yawned and took off his hat, and saw a small figure holding a broom standing in front of them.

"Uh... Her technical movements are a little flawed, a little bit," Nelson said with a "a little bit" gesture, "I think next year will be much better, it must be fine."

"Did you choose? Adele?" Tom turned his head and asked Adele without listening to Nelson's explanation.

"Well." The little girl nodded lightly.

"You don't—hmm?" Nelson asked in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask me..."

"Looks like I'm wrong," Nelson said happily.

"Don't blindly analyze," Tom curled his lips, blew his dust, and put his hat on Nelson's head, "This is not a performance, but a selection of newcomers, they will only see how fast you are flying, and your skills can be practiced. , talent is not enough."

Tom stretched out his hand, dug into Nelson's pocket, found a small silver ball that was painted red, put it in Adele's hood, and touched her head with a smile: "Congratulations."

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