My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Early in the morning, the noise of the alarm clock rang on time, Nelson turned over, folded the pillow and clamped his head as usual, the noise passed into the ear was reduced a little, but soon became louder and harsher, disturbing the perch. Several flying birds on the billboard outside the window.

Nelson was so disturbed that he could no longer sleep in, his brain was full of pain, and he sat up from the bed with a blank expression. The already defined pillow was trying its best to return to its previous state with its poor elasticity, and slowly slipped from his neck. He felt as if someone was beating gongs and drums in front of his ears, and he was about to play some orchestral instruments that could pierce the eardrums.

He slapped the bedside table in the direction of his memory, but when his hand fell, it was empty. He slammed his forearm on the edge of the bed, and the pain made him wake up immediately. Nelson realized that he was no longer Hogwarts. It wasn't the familiar four-poster bed, and there was naturally no cabinet for the alarm clock. He rubbed his forehead and heard the hurried knock on the door mixed with the noise of the alarm clock, as well as Tom's scolding.

"I'll give you five seconds to get dressed, and then I'm going to break in!" Tom shouted angrily. "Thunderbolt—"

"Okay Tom," Nelson almost teleported from the bed to the door, saving the poor wooden door before it exploded, he pulled the door open, a toothbrush still in his mouth, raised his hand, and said hello , "Good morning, are you hungry?"

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After a while, Tom appeared on the sofa in the living room with a pair of heavy dark circles under his eyes and a haggard face. He slowly turned his head to look at Nelson, like a man who had just escaped from Azkaban. The Dementor, looking at Nelson who was eating breakfast by the window with a dinner plate, he said faintly, "What a perverted person to have an appointment at 6:30 in the morning on the first day after graduating from school. Alarm clock."

There was a pile of broken pieces on the coffee table. Parts resembling gongs and drums and a few pointers on the dial could be vaguely seen. Under Nelson's repeated obstruction, Tom still firmly found this one that had just been full. 's alarm clock and broke it into pieces.

"I thought you've been listening to it for seven years, and you're used to it." Nelson said without looking back, his mouth became slurred from chewing on the bread, he turned his back to Tom, and turned his head slightly to avoid Tom. He threw a piece of gong so hard, and even pushed open the window with his elbow to prevent the glass from being shattered by the parts. He turned his head, looked at Tom and asked, "Are you really not going to eat breakfast?"

"Late later," Tom said dazedly, leaning on the sofa to doze off with a bitter face, "wait for you to be gone, I feel sick seeing you now."

"I left the food in the kitchen, remember to heat it up before you eat it," Nelson swallowed the last piece of bread, squeezed the empty glass with grass juice, and filled the glass with clear water with the force of his fingertips. , he took a big gulp, rinsed his mouth, spit into the flower bed outside the window, put down the plate, turned and walked towards the entrance, "Wash the plate for me later, I'll go out."

"Okay, get out of here," Tom was lying flat on the sofa with his legs on the armrests, waving his arms feebly. "What are you going to do? Play the wonderful music of your alarm clock to the people of London?"

Nelson stood in front of the door. Under his gaze, the wooden door turned into a one-person-height dressing mirror. He adjusted his collar and cuffs, put on the leather shoes he polished last night, and tightened his belt. He turned his head and said, "I'm going to the Ministry of Magic to find a job."

"Hope you get a job that doesn't get up too early," Tom yawned heavily. "Good luck... no, bad luck."

"Thank you," Nelson put on his overcoat, grabbed the soft felt hat from the coat rack, buckled it over his head and walked out of the door, "and I hope it's dinner time when you wake up."

When I walked into the garden, the doors and lights were closed behind me. Compared with the decay when I first came back yesterday, the green grass in the small garden at the moment was even more lush and the buds that grew overnight were kissing. In the early morning dew, the sky was bright, and a few alchemy puppets waving small shovels raised their heads from the grass and gave Nelson a clumsy salute.

"Good work," Nelson nodded at them, "remember to be symmetrical."

A black car parked on the road outside the garden gate, looking at the fog on the door, it seems that it has been waiting for a long time, the overall preference for a round body does not have much cuteness, but because its too long body And it looks very heavy, even if the sky is already bright, a pair of bulging headlights are still brighter than normal headlights, making passing residents frequently look at them.

Nelson tried to identify the model, but because he didn't know much about cars, he finally gave up and could only comment "it's pretty nice". He couldn't even tell the brand of the car because the logo on the front of the car had been stolen. It was deducted and replaced with a golden M badge - the logo of the Ministry of Magic.

There's even the Ministry of Magic's initials and a short line of it blatantly printed on the rear of the car, and as he approaches the car, the doors open on their own as he approaches, Nelson blinks, and a man in a wizard's robe is standing. The car door was opened for him by the door. This scene looked very strange. He suppressed a smile and sat in the back row. The space inside the car was much larger than that from the outside, just like a Hogwarts Express. Like a compartment, he sits on the soft sofa, he can even straighten his legs, and there is a small table board by his hand, on which is a clean and transparent goblet.

"Mr. Williams, you can take what you want to drink. There is an ice bucket under the table."

"Okay, thank you." Nelson opened the hidden drawer under the table, found a bottle of chilled butterbeer from it, unscrewed the stopper, and poured it into the glass, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, from West City to Magic It's not too far away, and I can Apparate there."

"Minister Rich specially told me to let you feel how you will be treated in the future."

After Nelson was seated, the wizard who opened the door also returned to the driver's seat, turned his head and said to him, "Go directly to the Ministry of Magic? Or do you have a walk in London first."

"Let's go shopping first. I heard that Minister Rich will receive foreign guests today and deal with yesterday's affairs." Nelson looked out the window. From the outside, the black glass seemed to be missing from the opposite direction. Completely caught in his eyes without reservation, he asked curiously, "Does the Ministry of Magic drive to work now?"

"No sir," the wizard driver shook his head, "most people don't know how to drive, this one was given by the Magical Congress of the United States a few years ago to thank Secretary Rich for helping them get through this difficult time, and we have also tried ourselves. Modified Muggle cars, but I don't know why, they are not as comfortable as Americans, but frequently fail, but now many wizards who used to make flying tools such as flying carpets or brooms have begun to study this Muggle invention Now, although it's slower, at least you don't have to worry about falling from the sky, and you don't have to be afraid of the rain."

"Oh." Nelson nodded. The wizard was logical and knowledgeable. He didn't seem to be just a driver, but he didn't ask his name, he just said softly, "You show me the Ministry of Magic in London. New buildings, I hear there are a lot of places open to Muggles now."

The wizard driver nodded, stepped on the accelerator lightly, the car started slowly, and the scenery outside the window quickly reversed, but the butter beer on the small table did not even start to ripple. I have to say that in terms of enjoyment, the wizard has already Too many Muggles ahead, Nelson recalled his pitiful driving experience. Most of the cars of this era were wilder than Knight Buses, and coupled with the pristine road conditions, it was like driving a car. Tanking, or driving a tractor, every ride made his **** fresh in the memory.

Soon, the car drove out of the block where Jonas's house was, and the church and the West City orphanage in the distance flashed past the window. The road was full of pedestrians who got up early to work and blind streamers who never returned home.

"Sir," the wizard driver asked, staring at the rear-view mirror, "do you want to go to the mall first?"

"Follow your route, you can do whatever you want."

"I see." The scene outside the window was receding so fast that it was almost an afterimage, and the wizard driver smiled. "You will be 'Lord' soon. As a member of the Ministry of Magic, of course you must respect your opinion."

After a while, the speed of the car slowed down, the scenery on the road no longer flashed quickly, and Nelson's ears became noisy. Looking around, on both sides of the road, except for people, it was still early in the morning. Parisians than lazy Londoners have surrounded the street.

"Sir, this is the commercial street of Slant Lane, Muggles like to call it the 'Magic World'." The wizard driver introduced, "The wizard goods that have passed the censorship are circulated here, among which there are some Muggle products, a At first, there were only some special products such as beverages and food. Although the types of commodities were scarce, the Muggles' enthusiasm for them became stronger and stronger. The wizards in London also liked to come here to consume. It’s butterbeer, which sells the equivalent of a month’s worth of Leaky Cauldron pubs a day, the most popular among wizards is the unlimited refill Muggle soda, and I have a nephew who loves a weird green drink.”

Nelson listened to his introduction and looked to the side of the road. This was perhaps the strangest street in the world. One side of the road looked orderly, with English-style buildings of very uniform style and size lined up neatly. There are also common commodities neatly displayed in the window - including clothing, food, housing and transportation, which is no different from the commercial street seen in other places, but just opposite them, the style of the building has become strange - there is a look at it. It's like a matchbox built with building blocks in a dilapidated house, a hut as plump as a mushroom, an iron box like a shipping container, a soft rubber house with the eaves lifted by balloons...

It would not be surprising to see these buildings in any wizarding settlement, but seeing them in the center of London is very inconsistent, not to mention that they are crowded together, and the styles on both sides of the street are extremely fragmented.

"Is it possible to attract so many people with just drinks and snacks?" Nelson asked.

"Of course not, sir, Minister Ritchie has issued more than 40 license orders in the nearly one year since the opening of the Slant Lane Commercial Street. In order to encourage wizards to understand Muggles, they are not allowed to use magic to improve Muggle products. It can be directly commercialized without even a license, it just needs to ensure practicality and safety," the wizard driver stopped the car in the most crowded section, on the one hand, he wanted to show Nelson the pomp, The long queue has stretched to the road, and vehicles have even become impassable, he continued as if reciting, "According to the statistics of the Department of Commerce and the Muggle Liaison Office, magic daily necessities, magic furniture and magic luxury goods have become London The new wave of Muggles."

The Ministry of Magic's car was parked in the middle of the road, and people in line noticed this bus, which was rarely seen on weekdays, and began to talk about it. The last time this car appeared here, it was carrying Nobby Ritchie himself. In the side lane commercial street, the Muggles did not express any malice towards the wizard, but instead moved to both sides of the road because they blocked the traffic.

The wizard driver rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, and signaled that he was just stopping here for a while. Soon, the road was blocked again, and those in line cast curious glances at the car, guessing who was sitting inside. people.

"Do magic daily necessities and magic furniture refer to things like brooms and massage sofas that can clean the house by themselves?"

"That's right, sir, the best seller is the Woods brand magic cookware set," said the wizard driver, "this thing has been on the market for two months, and tens of thousands of sets have been ordered, and the daily order has increased. Undiminished, according to the report of the Muggle Liaison Office, women in many families have been able to go out to work because of the appearance of magical daily necessities~www.readwn.com~ Magic factories employ many such Muggle employees. After all, there is magic, and the production process It doesn't take much physical work."

"Well..." Nelson nodded, "I understand that, but what is a magical luxury?"

"Something like glowing trinkets, singing clocks, and even some magical creatures that have been restrained by harmless magic, are very popular among Muggles, and these are the most lucrative items, the Ministry of Magic's new hemp Most of the melon trade commodity tax comes from such luxury goods." The wizard driver continued to introduce, "However, although the total price is high, the sales volume is much lower than other practical commodities. You know, the consumption power is a big one. Constraints."

"When wizarding merchandise is used by Muggles as a luxury item to show off, it's enough of a sign of approval."

"That's what Minister Richie meant too," the wizard driver nodded. "Do you know what the people in line outside are buying?"

"How would I know?"

"It's Chocolate Frog, Mr. Williams," the wizard driver smiled. "Chocolate Frog is the latest top seller. Muggles are very interested in the information revealed in the Chocolate Frog picture. When you open the door, the chocolate frogs on the shelves will be sold out, and other products will be sold out, sir, your chocolate frog pictures are hard to come by in the second-hand market."

"I don't have any..."

"Sir, a little further ahead is the area where wizards like to shop," the wizard driver pressed a small button next to the gear knob, and the car flew lightly, flying forward over the heads of the crowd blocking the road Go, "You should be interested, what wizards prefer."

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