My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hi, Nelson," Nobby Ritchie got ahead of the driver when the car stopped, opened the rear door, supported Nelson's arm, and helped him out of the car, "Long time no see Now, let me think about it, the last time we met was in Paris."

"Minister Rich," Nelson nodded politely and said, withdrew his hand, "I'm late. I know where the minister's office is, so I'm asking you to wait for me here in person."

"No problem, no problem," Ritchie's smile never stopped, he patted Nelson on the shoulder and led him to the red kiosk in front of the Ministry of Magic building, "I just had nothing to do, The Department of Magical Creatures seems to be quarantining a batch of hippogriffs, and the whole building is smelling bad. You've helped me a lot by giving me a chance to come out and take a breath. You know, our office The place is underground, and the air is not very fresh.”

"It should be more so in the minister's office," Nelson laughed. "It's so full of complicated and important work that it doesn't give you much room to breathe freely."

"It's good that no one is sharing the fresh air with me, and I don't have to breathe the stale air," Richie blinked and made a joke that only Nelson could understand, "How does it feel? It took me a long time to think about the name before I came up with it."

"Refreshing, Minister Rich," Nelson nodded. "It's the first time I've seen Muggles and wizards huddle together to buy things."

“The first few days were even more shocking, almost all of London crowded their heads and wanted to go there and see,” Richie said proudly, “I even had people take pictures and put them on the wall in my office. , you can look at them later when you go to sign."

"signature?"

"Yes, the research of that department is of great importance," Ritchie lowered his voice, put his arms around Nelson's shoulders and walked into the newsstand. After explaining the floor, he continued, "You should know that the functions of the Department of Mysteries are What, to study magic that even wizards don't understand, the Ministry of Magic has to make sure that every word written there can't be brought out, especially, you brought that thing..."

"Has it been delivered?"

"Yes, a group of people with their faces covered with German flags stormed into the old venue of the Paris Expo and snatched the door from the main venue, which was under construction, and I've received no less than fifteen inquiries recently. Letters, they say I ordered them," Ritchie said mysteriously, "I suggest you get someone to do this kind of thing next time and put the British flag on it, so that no one will suspect us - but this It also proves from the side that you are a standard British, after all, disguised as a German to grab something from France, only we can do it."

"Haha..." Nelson said with a dry smile, "I originally wanted to get my own things back. The ownership of it is on record with the International Federation of Wizards. Maybe it's because they are too eager for quick success and a bit rude."

"I have to remind you, Nelson," the elevator was falling rapidly, and the dull and hot air became refreshing as it went deeper into the ground, Richie turned his head, looked at Nelson, and said seriously, "If there is anything to do with England in the future For matters related to the Ministry of Magic, you must seek the help of your own people, and keeping private armed forces will often come true and even cause trouble."

"They're not my personal arm, Minister Ritchie," Nelson shook his head. "They haven't entered the UK since, it's just a group of like-minded friends."

"As long as you're not as aggressive here as before, we'll always be your friends," Richie looked Nelson in the eyes, but he couldn't see anything but his own reflection, "you should see, everything is On the bright side, as far as I am concerned, you should know my origin, I can't prove it, but I can guarantee that my demands are the same as yours."

"I understand, Minister, I have what you need, and you happen to have what I need," Nelson said with a smile, extending his hand to Ritchie. "That's why I chose the Department of Mysteries."

"Alright," Ritchie took Nelson's hand heavily and squeezed it hard, "finding the true meaning of magic is a huge project, enough for you to settle down to the time when all your hard work has fermented results, when you are both Powerful, but also in control of the mind, welcome to be a silent person... By the way, I heard some mysterious rumors, is that really... 'death'?"

"Should I keep silent now?" Nelson raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Ah? Haha," Richie was stunned for a while, then quickly laughed out loud, "Yes, keep it up, in fact, since the re-establishment of the Department of Mysteries, we have not been very clear on how it should be maintained, because the previous The Department of Mysterious Affairs has been very silent, and then we have to rely on you. To be honest, we value your talents more than the energy you have. This is also in the case of several senior and powerful wizard candidates, Wesson The reason Gamor and the Ministry chose you - that floor has been empty for so long, it's just waiting for you."

"Don't you have any information?"

"Maybe there is, but I don't know where it is hidden," Ritchie shook his head and said sincerely, "There is a taboo subject being studied every day, and naturally it will not be so loose. Some of the Wizengamot People think that the Department of Mysteries can't produce results at all. Their idea is to provide you with delicious food and drink, so that you don't have trouble again. They don't like young people like you who are not easy to grasp. In their opinion, you are the greatest The value is that one day, after Grindelwald has accumulated his strength, it will be a counterweight to it... But Professor Dumbledore and I think differently, we believe that you have the ability to change magic, they think you are just a polymorph. Talented young man, but I noticed that you made a device that allows Muggles to use magic, and what I am saying now may be a little out of line, but I think the hand I raised when I voted for you is enough to make my name go down in history."

"You are bold, Minister." Nelson was a little surprised. "I thought you would be interested in something else."

"After taking down Shafiq, my desires also swelled," Richie's eyes were burning with raging fire, and the fingertips holding Nelson's palm were even harder, "I still remember my origin, when I was young In order to stabilize you, they promised huge power and resources, I swear, they will regret it."

"I'm just as bold, Minister Rich." Nelson smiled brightly.

"Bang!"

The elevator stopped abruptly, and Rich stumbled, leaning on the support of shaking hands with Nelson to avoid falling. He raised his head and looked towards the elevator door, where a bald red-haired man was standing there with a blank expression on his face. Looking at the two people in the elevator holding hands and "looking at each other affectionately".

"Ri... Minister Rich, and... Williams," Dorian Weasley stopped walking into the elevator, pressed the close button quickly, and showed an embarrassed smile, "Good morning. what."

"Dorian you—"

"Mr. Weasley," Nelson helped Richie up, released his hand and waved at Dorian, the elevator door slowly closing in front of him, "Good morning."

"Do you know Dorian?" Rich asked curiously as the elevator began to descend. "Is it because of a classmate named Weasley? You should have a classmate named Weasley?"

"I didn't this class," Nelson said while looking at Rich, who kept talking about "weird things", "I had a magical accident in the West City when I was in first grade, and the wizard who came to deal with it was Mr. Weasley. "

"He seems to have worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters before," Ritchie said, nodding, "but now he's in the Muggle Liaison Office, which is funny to say, and that's the chief surname of Wizengamore, Shafik. At the time, old Malfoy did not know where to find evidence of Dorian's sabotage. It seems that there was a meeting in which Shafiq was out on official business and did not come. He took this opportunity to bring him down to the Muggle Liaison Office. Although the rank has been promoted, it is an idle job. Many people say that he is like this in his life. Who would have thought that in a few months, the biggest beneficiary of Shafik's downfall was Dorian, the Muggle Liaison Office. Instead, it has become one of the most popular departments, and how many people have sharpened their heads and want to get in."

"After you have been at the Ministry of Magic for a long time, you will see a lot of interesting things," Ritchie concluded with a stiff stomach, "Many people are keen to discuss whether their colleagues are Squibs, and I think it is more debatable. The question is, do some people in this building have brains."

"Ding-dong-"

"Nobby Ritchie, Minister, minus one, here we go."

The indifferent and stuttering female voice sounded, and Rich and Nelson got out of the elevator and walked towards the minister's office.

...

When Nelson signed his name on the induction agreement, everything on the negative ninth floor would fall into silence. On the contrary, those top-secret information that even the minister himself could not spy on the whole picture unfolded to him without any obstruction. Escorted by the two Aurors, he came to Ollivander's wand shop through the Floo network from the logistics office diagonally opposite the door of the Minister's Office, and took the one that had been personally delivered by Carl, the Director of Law Enforcement, and then inside. The key that Minister Qi had cast was inlaid on his wand. The black walnut wand was already luxurious and special because of the medal of the Knights of the Garter hooped around the handle. In the pattern of the hoop, it looks more like a delicate work of art than a wand that can perform magic to kill people or bring back to life.

When Nelson returned to the ninth basement of the Ministry of Magic with his wand, he saw several wizards with wands waiting in battle, as well as Borox who wanted to punch and kick the Black Gate of the Department of Mysteries.

He raised his head and saw the huge package wrapped in a thick quilt. It stood there quietly and could not be shaken. Even through the package, it was enough to feel a cold silence that people didn't want to approach.

"hiss--"

Nelson took a deep breath, why didn't he send it in the small package he prepared? It was really hard for him to imagine how the penguin group sent it across the ocean? Was it pulled by a ferry?

"You're here, Nelson." Seeing Nelson, Borox walked up as fast as he saw a savior, and said eagerly, "This thing is too heavy and too heavy, and it is not affected by any magic, There's no way we can make it smaller or warp or Apparate in, and if you don't come, we'll just have to think about getting the Ministry to build a fireplace inside and try out the Floo network."

"The Floo network doesn't work either," Nelson shook his head. "In order to ensure that it wouldn't be destroyed or stolen, I cast a protective spell that was enough to make it resistant to any magic."

"Is it that great?"

"Mainly because of its peculiar nature."

"Then can you cancel this protective spell?"

"Any magic, Mr. Black, including mine," Nelson said solemnly. "If you can ask Professor Dumbledore or... Grindelwald, maybe you can try it."

Hearing Grindelwald's name, the surrounding Aurors shivered instinctively.

"Then what should I do?" Boluox shook his head in distress. In order to make up for the bad consequences of his own hands, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's really not good, I can only tear down the door."

"I'll give it a try," Nelson stepped forward, standing in front of the package, turning to the Boloxes and the Aurors, "can you dodge it? I'm going to open it, I'm not sure what to do next. Will it be classified?"

After bluffing away the people crowded in the corridor, Nelson looked at the package standing in front of him. The shock from many years ago reappeared in his heart. No one will forget the black stone door that stands above the ground and its magnificent scene of accepting all the souls of the dead. Looking back, he didn't know if he ate a bear's heart and a leopard's gall and tore off a corner of the veil with what kind of mentality.

He stretched out his wand, and after sensing the key at the handle of the wand~www.readwn.com~ the ordinary black door opened, and the cold air from the Department of Mysteries blew into Nelson's face, making him feel refreshed , the quilts and wraps slowly melted under his hands, revealing the black stone door that devoured a young life in the main venue of the Paris Expo, and the windless and automatic gauze hanging on the door beam - a parody , but seems to have the same power.

Death, the ultimate that all life must face, does not allow anyone's blasphemy, where did Nelson cast a protective spell on it, it simply does not accept any magical provocation, he once considered, perhaps because of Nelson Wei. Ertening Williams had died in that fire eighteen years earlier before death tolerated his rudeness.

He took a deep breath and waved his wand. Under his control, the surrounding walls and the door of the Department of Mysteries slowly expanded in all directions, eventually becoming a high gate hole enough for the stone gate to pass through.

He held his wand and walked forward, the ground undulating like water waves, pushing the stone gate forward together, and soon entered the hall of the Department of Mysteries.

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