My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"London's most popular wizard rankings are released, and he is the first? ! 》

A newspaper clipping that still smelled of ink was taped to the wall, and Nelson looked at the smelly headline, lost in thought.

"Oh, Nelson, you saw this newspaper too," Professor Rahman winked at him, and with a flick of his wand, the clippings peeled off the wall and flew into Nelson's hands like a butterfly. "Your name is in the newspaper, it's a big happy event! When I was young, a distant uncle was cheated of 100 Galleons because of winning the lottery, and was reported in a corner of the newspaper, proudly boasting to us for several years Woolen cloth!"

Nelson raised an eyebrow, and he didn't think it would be commendable to appear in such a report.

He took a closer look, and in the photo on the newspaper clippings, a man holding a stack of cards was yelling something excitedly, looking at his mouth, it seemed that he stopped at a certain word "Geneva Refund".

"…The author found and interviewed Mr. Aibo, who runs the Chocolate Frog Workshop. He denies the accusations that the card enthusiasts have secretly altered the explosion rate, and claims that the packaging of the Chocolate Frogs is completely random and subject to the Ministry of Magic. Under the joint supervision of the Department of Commerce and relevant departments, if you do not collect your favorite cards, it may be that you have not bought enough chocolate frogs and the sample is not large enough.” This statement is difficult to convince. The results of the 3,000 questionnaires showed that among the new characters that were heavily promoted, the card of Nelson Wilttening Williams only appeared in two, and some readers paid huge sums of money to order a thousand bags of chocolate frogs but did not Harvest even one, a few days ago, in a spontaneous exchange event organized by the collectors of chocolate frog pictures, someone had already bid 1,350 pounds for a Nelson card..."

"You're so disgusting, Nal." Tom leaned next to Nelson and looked at the newspaper clippings and said quietly, "If I had a hobby of collecting cards, I would have found a chance to kill you."

"I think this guy who pays £1,350 is so weird? There are parts and pieces," Professor Rahman thought, leaning on his chin. "Is it possible that this is pocket money he has been saving for a long time? Already being drained by Nelson?"

"What does it have to do with me? I didn't make a dime again." Nelson shrugged and retorted fiercely, "The sample isn't big enough, the luck isn't good enough, isn't it normal?"

"I think it's more likely that he stole money from his parents," Alphard said quietly as he squeezed into the conversation. "I used to steal my family's money to buy two carts of ice cream, and that's about the same number."

"Two carts of ice cream?!" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Alphard recalled painfully, "Since then, I have felt that my left face is bigger than the original, you know how much mental damage such a big slap can cause to a six-year-old child. ?"

"I can't tell," Nelson rubbed the left side of his face seriously, "I feel like you're a perfect match."

"Maybe it's because his face was crooked since he was a child, and the right side of his face is much bigger," Tom said earnestly.

Nelson walked to the wall and looked at the layers of newspaper clippings. The fusion of wizards and Muggles seemed to be a very subtle picture scroll, which slowly unfolded in front of him.

"Ministry of Magic intern is a big hit in London"

"Witcher Artifacts Change Lives"

《Strongly request Chocolate Frogs to release optional card packs! Three hundred people who wrote letters said so. 》

…

"I made something delicious today, and you will definitely be refreshed."

In the West City Orphanage, Martha, who had finished helping, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her apron and invited Myrtle, who was standing beside her, that she was one of the interns sent by the Ministry of Magic to London. She would always come to find Martha for dinner, and the two of them quickly changed from being a friend introduced by Nelson to a familiar friend during this time.

"What's delicious?" Myrtle asked curiously.

"Burger?" Martha said mysteriously. "America's big burger."

After a while, Myrtle felt troubled when she grasped the hamburger, which was much larger than her hand.

"It's really hard for you to run to me every day," Martha said softly, flipping the potatoes on the grill, "and even come to help Mrs. Cole with me."

"I heard from Nelson that you were once attacked by dark wizards," Myrtle said as she picked up a piece of lettuce and chewed slowly, "I think if there were wizards next to you, they wouldn't dare to do so much. ."

"No, Nelson has a lot of protection in my tailor's shop." In Martha's view, Nelson is an omnipotent person. This impression has long been after she was healed by Nelson when she was a child. It was decided, "Have you been in London for so long, is there any problem with your studies? I heard that you are going to take the graduation exam this year."

"I brought the book," said Myrtle. "In fact, I'm going back tomorrow."

"What are you... oh," Martha nodded in a low tone, and then laughed quickly, "Are you going to stay here after graduation?"

"For now, it should be."

"Have you been home these days?" Martha asked curiously, "I heard that it's hard for little wizards to go home."

"My father and mother used to work for the Royal Society of Teachers of Dance, they moved to the Scottish countryside last year, and I had to apply if I wanted to leave London. It was a hassle, but I'll go later, but Nelson gave me two sides of a pair of doubles he made himself. Mask, I can talk to them from time to time, and they put the double-sided mirror in the most conspicuous part of the house..."

"Oh, that's good, but that's not how burgers are eaten." Martha looked at Myrtle's graceful use of a knife and fork. She smiled and grabbed the burger in front of her. She narrowed her eyes contentedly and said, "A little 'Muggle'."

"Let me try…"

"Mrs Cole is very attractive to wizards here." Martha looked at the carriage parked outside the campus and wiped the sweat from her forehead. A young man was carrying things down from the carriage, different from ordinary laborers. , he only needs to gently wave the little wooden stick in his hand, and his little feet will stick out from the wooden box, waving his short legs and jumping off the carriage, lining up to jump over the courtyard wall and enter the courtyard, the wizard himself They don't even need to enter the door, they will stack themselves in order from largest to smallest, and the last one will pull the tarpaulin from the car and put it on the body of the companions - although I have seen similar scenes in the past few months, I don't know how many , Martha was still addicted to this scene as always, she held her breath, watching the young wizard do everything, walked briskly into the courtyard, and whispered to Myrtle, "It's really convenient Woolen cloth."

"Yeah, seeing how fascinated you are, the potatoes are almost mushy," Myrtle smiled and pointed to the plate in front of Martha, where the mashed potatoes had already been placed, and an unknown stick was inserted. Where did the coriander come from, it was steaming hot, she stood up, the wizard who rushed away gave a wizard salute, sat back again, and continued to fight Martha's burger, "I know why, because there are a lot of wizards here. With all the new shops set up in London close by, and the large space here, Mrs Cole is a good and trustworthy person, as long as she gives the children something to eat and drink, she will be happy to have the goods here."

"Hey, are you also stationed in London?" The young wizard hurried over and looked at the dry plate in front of the two of them. The pile of mashed potatoes and burgers made him choked. , with a strange expression on his face, turned and ran away, saying, "You guys wait a moment."

"Look, everyone is actually very enthusiastic," Myrtle looked at the wizard running to the pile, cut the hamburger meat, forked a small piece and put it into her mouth, squinting her eyes with satisfaction, ""

"I'm back again," the wizard ran back after a while, holding half a dozen steaming butterbeers in his hands and placing them beside them, "Don't you feel choked up?"

"Thank you, isn't there something to drink here?" Myrtle took the butterbeer generously, which was very different from her appearance in the castle. She reached out to her pocket, raised her head and asked, "How much."

"Forget what I invited you," the wizard opened a bottle himself and drank it "ton ton ton", "it's not worth a lot of money, anyway, it's our family's goods, by the way, you are in the Xicheng orphanage, Is it the Auror posted here? Just graduated last year?"

"I'm a trainee in the Department of Sports at the Ministry of Magic, and it's off-duty time, so I'm here to see friends," explained Myrtle, before the wizard asked, like many others, "you don't look like a **** fan. "I'm in the Funny Product Patent Office, but I haven't had much contact with the office work. I've been doing some wizard-muggle-related things in the Alexander Building."

After working for so long, her youthfulness has long since subsided, and she is already a mature witch.

"Oh!" The wizard suddenly realized, showing a clear expression, "They should have no work for you. How can there be any funny products worthy of patenting recently? It's all fried rice, and there is no content at all."

A few words revealed his Gryffindor identity.

After a few sips, he was invited to eat this pile of dry potatoes.

"Seriously, I didn't expect Butterbeer to sell so well," he said happily, waving the spoon in his hand, "Look, even I'm here to deliver, and that's what I've only delivered in the past few months. Selling it in London and a few big cities, and if it spreads out later, God knows how busy it will be.”

"Does your family sell butter beer?"

"Yes, it was only brewed in the beginning, and it was sold in several bars in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade," said the wizard, nodding. My father told me before that they only like to drink black tea and stout."

"This is the old yellow calendar from many years ago."

"My wife now complains that I come home late every day, and every day she is happily thinking about changing the house to better furniture." Although the wizard was tired, he looked very relaxed and comfortable, "My child is going to be soon. Born, and I'm going to name him Butterbeer."

"He will be discriminated against at school like this." Myrtle pointed out the problem sharply.

"What's the matter? In the future, every time his classmates drink butter beer, they will think of such a friend as a child." He turned to look at Martha and asked curiously, "Are you friends with this wizard lady... etc!"

He jumped up suddenly, causing the two girls to hide to the side.

"Where do I feel I've seen you?" the wizard murmured, looking at Martha's face.

"Sir, your approach is a bit old-fashioned," Myrtle reminded, "Isn't your child about to be born?"

"I've definitely seen you," the wizard said excitedly, clapping his hands vigorously, raising his eyebrows, "you're that person! That woman who drank a whole glass of Gamp's old socializing wine, I was breaking the pot. Bar! Are you a Muggle? No wonder we asked about the photos from the Daily Prophet later, but we couldn't find you."

"So... scary?" Martha asked timidly.

"For those of us who like alcohol... Of course, our family sells butterbeer, but that doesn't stop us from being a family of brewers," said the wizard, shaking his head, "that's us who can drink that stuff. Idol. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"It's amazing." Myrtle said in a stupefied voice after hearing the name, and her gaze at Martha became strange.

At the wizard's repeated request, Martha borrowed the camera from the orphanage and took a picture with him. The three of them sat down at the small table again and continued the conversation just now.

"How do you sell it?" Myrtle asked curiously, pouting at the shelves in the courtyard, "Two xikes are not a small number for Muggles."

"You don't know this. Although the ratio of British pounds to Galleons has always been stable, the price of goods has fluctuated. The exchange rate does not reflect the real purchasing power," the wizard whispered, "A lot of magic in the UK before. The workshops have all been converted into magic factories. It was only allowed to recruit Muggle workers a few months ago. You only came out for an internship this year. You may not know that when we hand over many links that do not require magic to Muggle workers, the cost is higher than before. It is too low, and we can expand production without being constrained by the number of wizards. Now our family brews thousands of barrels of butter beer every quarter on average, which is many times more than before. Our seven-year-old nephew even You have to keep an eye on the cellars, there's a large winery in Scotland now, and the price of butterbeer sold to Muggles is the price of a normal drink. Of course, we still have two xikes for wizards, we don't calculate the exchange rate, after all, fools You can make a little bit of money, you can buy it in pounds later, anyway, it will be a lot cheaper in a short time.”

Myrtle laughed, and a wizard said in front of another wizard that wizards were fools, which was really wizarding.

"I'm going to get a trademark for our Butterbeer, and I've found that Muggles are very concerned about the brand, and this may be an opportunity for our family to expand again."

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