My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Boom-boom-boom!"

Two long and one short bells rang in the factory. The people at work stopped their work and started to clean up their workbenches. The working hours of the Magic Factory are fixed. Jia once said, "There is no need to extend their working hours. Anyway, we are paid on a piece rate, and those who want to make money will always be more efficient." Also, as she said, the efficiency of this factory is extremely high, which is not only Credit to "Jenny".

The talk of the workers soon turned to the Chocolate Frog Factory across the street, where they started their favorite activity of Britons - betting on when they got off work, and the wobbly bells of the Chocolate Frog Factory were already famous around the neighborhood.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rapid bells came from outside, as if they were afraid that they would be laughed at by their counterparts across the street when it was too late, and the Chocolate Frog Factory also hurriedly rang their bells.

"I just don't know if their pictures are produced there, or maybe you can go in and take a look. I heard that the new Williams has been fired for hundreds of Galleons."

"You think too much... Hurry up, the people who pull the goods are still waiting outside."

A silver carriage was parked on the muddy road in front of the factory. A Pegasus from France was snorting in peace, flipping over the small stones under his feet with the hooves of silver-shoes. The groom was sitting in front of the carriage. On the bar, he held a barrel of malt whisky whose aroma could be smelled even across the street, opened it with a scabbard knife, took a sip of it secretly, jumped out of the carriage, and ran to Tianma with the barrel in hand.

"Don't get drunk, little beauty."

Tenma gently rubbed the groom's shoulder with his forehead, and put his mouth into the wine barrel. After a while, the wine barrel had bottomed out, but the aroma became more intense.

Two men in ordinary clothes stood across the street, looking dissatisfied at the brightly lit factory in front of them. One of them lit a match. Burning, his yellowed index finger and nails were full of stains, and he sat on the calculus by the street, listening angrily to the disturbing bell ringing in his ears.

"These Muggles have taken our jobs," he said, taking a swipe at the **** of the cigarette, and the cigarette paper quickly burned to ashes, but because of the poor quality of the tobacco it was mottled and uneven like a scabies patient , The pungent smoke like the ash from the bottom of the pot did not disperse the aroma of the wine on the street, but made the smell of tobacco even more pungent and pungent. The man's deep eye sockets were divided into two sides by a vulture-like hooked nose. Revealing an acerbic temperament, "why are they? I'm now looking forward to those **** rich people buying the flying carpet of the **** little bitch's house that doesn't look down on us, and falling from the sky **** and bloody. Ugly."

A series of attributive statements is enough to show his disgust for this factory. A few months ago, the two were also employees who were fishing for three days and drying nets in Malfoy's flying carpet workshop.

"The old butler of Carlo's family invited me to be the chief alchemist a few days ago. Even if he asks for three hundred Galleons a month, I still dislike that the place in Wales is too desolate," his companion crouched beside the road. With the wand in his hand, he rowed in the mud, and the hem of his robe was dragged in the mud, but he didn't care. After all, when he got home, he could ask his wife who just got off work or an old mother who did a day's housework to wash him. Clean, "If you want to invite someone with a head and a face like us to do things, at least three hundred and five... No, four hundred Galleons!"

"Yeah, John, that stinky boy, he must have seen me report to Mr. Malfoy that his flying carpet was out of material, and hold a grudge, so he didn't want to say a few good things for us," the smoking man's face turned hideous. , the huge hooked nose looks like a volcano about to erupt. Resentment and resentment are blatantly written on the face, which provoked the surrounding workers who just got off work to choose to detour and leave, and dare to talk about this in a far place. Two destitute, wizard-like vagabonds, he slammed the cigarette butts out on the back of his feet, gritted his teeth and said, "This is too small, don't you know how to think about it for your colleagues? A little contradiction, How can you hold grudges for so long?"

He picked up the extinguished cigarette butt, noticed that there were more than half of the cigarette left, and the expression on his face suddenly became painful again. He carefully pinched off the dirty part, lit it again, and stuffed it into his mouth and slammed it hard. The spicy taste With the earthy smell, it made him feel nauseated, but in the end he managed to wrap himself in the inferior smoke.

"That's it, it's just that the villain is successful, so you and I have to smoke this rotten cigarette now." His companion stretched out his hand and said eagerly, "Give me a share."

"Don't you despise this kind of rotten smoke?"

"Give me one, and I'll treat you to a drink."

For the sake of this empty check, the man who smoked finally took out the cigarette case, picked out the most crumpled one, and handed it to him, "It's full, is there any more."

Soon, there was another person wrapped in inferior smoke on the tartar.

"Are you saying that these nobles are stupid, how did they come up with such a bad move as abolishing the secrecy law?" In the smoke, the insight into the evils of the times floated again, "Aren't they worried that the Muggles will stain the opposite corners? alley?"

"They're willing to give stupid, dirty, dodgy Muggle jobs just because they're cheap enough, but how can the wizarding skills be replaced by a bunch of non-magical junk? They only care that cheap workers can get them Make more money, but don't care about the quality of the flying carpet at all! Especially that **** **** Blake, I want to curse her to hell! She is young and has a lot of bad water in her stomach. She is even more miserable than the most miserly person in the world. "

"But I heard that John made several times as much money as before."

"That's because she wants to buy people's hearts and divide us," the man in the smoke said firmly, like a roundworm in Walburga's stomach, "wait, wait until they don't think a wizard needs it At that time, that idiot John will be kicked out too, and she can go to sleep with money full of Muggle-smelling money!"

"I understand, but..." The companion's voice hesitated, "Do we really want to do this today?"

"Damn, are you going to surrender like John's eggless guy? We've lost our jobs, we've got nothing to lose anyway, we're burning this **** factory with nothing more than a bunch of muggle lives, Will Wizengamore sentence us to death? No, on the contrary, some adults who are as sober as us and have long seen these Muggle dislikes will give us medals!"

"But burning down factories is a lot of money—"

"Anyway, I don't have any money! What can she do with me? If she likes the land of my house, she can take it. I can also ask the two old women in my family to pay off the debt, but it is estimated that it will not be much when they enter the land. A disdainful laughter came from the smoke. "Anyway, we will fly far away at that time. Someone gave us a sum of money, enough for us to escape to Prussia, where the capable people like us should go." "

"Aren't you taking your family with you?"

"Family? It's just a burden. How can I have so much spare money for them to eat and drink?"

"But you haven't told me how to get there."

"Don't worry, when we finish this wave, you follow me, that's right. Don't you believe me?"

The companion did not speak, and the two quickly fell into silence.

Seeing that the trust is about to break, the person who picks it up can't sit still, "Okay, I'll tell you later... I'll give you another one, okay?"

After the bell rang, workers gradually came out of the factory. Although they were tired, they looked very relaxed.

"These **** muggles..."

Staring at those inferior people whose situation is completely opposite to his own, the man in the smoke said indignantly.

"It's just... I really miss the old days when we could just take Muggles home on the street," cruel but light laughter came from the smoke, "I could peel off their skins and make a drum, It's wonderful to think about letting their souls play on the drum face every day..."

"Really? How many years ago is this the old yellow calendar? Cough, damn, what are you smoking? Are newspapers rolling leaves?" A vigorous male voice joined their conversation, two broad palms On their shoulders, "Why haven't I heard that you have such talent?"

"Who?! You ****" The man turned around angrily, and the moment he saw the visitor, he closed his mouth like a little white rabbit, "Mr. Ogden, I... I just read it in the book, You know, some storybooks are just exaggerated."

"Oh? What books? Story books? I heard that the Auror office seized a batch of black magic books in Knockturn Alley last month. There are similar things in it. I think you should probably go back with me to accept it. Investigation, I have reason to suspect that the forty-five recent disappearances in London are related to you," Ogden fled a golden pamphlet from his breast pocket, waved it in front of him, and scattered it. The stench of smoke, "Although we've known each other for a long time, given the new charter...and my selfish desire to show off the new credentials, I have to introduce myself, Bob Ogden, Deputy Chief of the Auror Office. , please come with me."

"Mr. Auror, we didn't do anything, just squat here!"

"Someone has seen the two of you sneaking around here for days."

The two resisted resolutely, but before they could raise their wand, Ogden disarmed them and bound their hands. In order to allow the two good friends to stay a little longer, he also bundled them together intimately.

"I have to say that when I heard about the two old women in your family, I could not help but beat you to death, if it weren't for the issue raised by Dumbledore, requiring every Auror to enforce the law You have to wear a recorder, oh, damn, you've got to record the faces of you two," Ogden continued, unbuttoning the collar of his dragon leather jacket, "If it wasn't for Aurors now not allowing lynching, you There may only be less than three movable fingers left, but it's your wife and your mother, how can you say that?"

"You... how much did you hear?"

"A few days ago, the old butler of Carlo's family offered him a salary of three hundred Galleons a month to invite him to become the chief alchemist. Don't worry, I didn't listen to you. You still have room for sophistry," Ogden smiled. , reached into his pocket, and pulled out a light and transparent piece of cloth. His fingers disappeared behind the cloth, and he could directly see the scene behind. He looked at the other criminal and said with a smile, "The Invisibility Cloak , freshly released, although it is not top-notch, but it is also a good thing that you guys who are stealing chickens and dogs will never see in your life... But you are outrageous enough, the old butler of Carlo's family is afraid that he will only ask you to get three Bagalon's salary, or you used the Confusion Charm on him... No, the Confusion Charm won't make him so stupid, you should have secretly used the fascination agent on him to make him fall in love with you."

He pressed the man's head down, his waist bowed in shame like shrimp, "There is a pool of water on the ground now, look at you, are you worthy?"

"I...Bah!" Looking at himself in the puddle, the man spit out a mouthful of phlegm. He wanted to break the calm puddle, but he never wanted to spit on his shoes. He stepped on the puddle in a rage. A kick was exchanged for a slap from Ogden. He turned his head angrily and cursed angrily, "Didn't you say that lynching is not allowed?"

"What are you talking about?" Ogden escorted the two to the other side of the street, nodded to John who was approaching, and then smiled at Bernard who was beside John, and twisted it. The button on his chest, bowed his head and continued to scold, "Don't spit blood while my button is crooked."

"The lackey...you're the Black's lackey."

"You're right, that's right, that's right," Ogden accepted with a smile, took a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it in his ear, "at least I can still smoke decently and give You reward one, and go to the prison to drill a log and set it on fire."

"Oh, by the way, I can't forget you." He picked up another one and inserted it into the other person's ear, looking at the symmetrical two, and smiled with satisfaction, "About what you just mentioned, someone paid for it. Let you flee to Prussia after destroying Miss Black's factory, and you can organize the language now, and explain it later."

"I explained, this is all his plan, I was coerced!" Ogden's voice had just finished, and the cry had already sounded between the two, the wizard who accused Ogden of being a lackey shouted, " He was the one who called me here and told me I could go to Prussia, and I didn't know anything and didn't even want fire."

"Oh hoo, your friendship fell apart so quickly."

"Are those two wizards?" After walking a distance, Bernard, who heard the cry, couldn't bear his curiosity, turned his head to look at Ogden and the two prisoners, "I see they are wearing wizards. robe, but was being held by a man in a jacket."

"That's Bob Ogden, who used to be the Auror in this area," John explained. "As for those two people, I'm not sure, anyway, I'm not serious, but they look like two dogs."

"You must know them."

"I don't know, how far is the bar?"

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