My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Berlin, in a luxuriously decorated banquet hall, a fat man is biting the **** net row on the plate with his teeth. He throws the knife and fork aside, and a pair of cloudy dark green eyes stares at his feet with hatred. On the sparsely-traveled street, his eyes quickly turned to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church not far away, and he stretched out his black tongue and licked his lips, a trace of hunger and greed in his eyes.

"Three of my people died last week, and you have to give me an account today."

"Explain?" At the corner of the long table, a tall black man put down his knife and fork slowly, raised his head and glanced at the fat man, raised his chin and said, "We gave you an explanation last week, and there is one more day before the full moon. Week, is your brain running out of time so quickly?"

"Liberne..." The fat man gritted his teeth, thick black bristles drilled out of his pores, his face showed the features of a wolf or a canine, and his **** teeth gave off the stench of carrion. The sharp fingernails pierced deep into the net in his hand, bleeding his face, "You humiliated fellow who was hanged and beaten by a British wizard, do you believe what you say? What is being resisted by Muggles? Muggles? When will Muggles defeat my wolves?"

"As long as you are stupid enough, orangutans can tear you and your wolf cubs to pieces," Paris, who pretended to be Libourne, swallowed hard steak and sneered, "Maybe this is why orangutans can become natural enemies of wolves. Well, because you are stupid enough."

"You—" The fat werewolf slammed the table top, his fat palms turned into wolf claws, and the green glowing wolf eyes became bloodthirsty.

"Okay, stop arguing, we are here for dinner today, not for you to provoke the rogue gang," an ordinary-looking old man raised his head at the head of the long table and said sullenly, although it seemed that this It only took a second for the werewolf to tear his throat, but when he opened his mouth, everyone on the long table put down their cutlery and listened to him carefully, perhaps because of his strength, wealth, or power, or perhaps because of his strength. I was just afraid of the dark blue eyes that were madly turning in their sockets, "I used a flashback spell to recreate the scene of the three werewolves dying. Although they were injured by the spell, they were still alive before they died. Magic was used against Muggles, so they died at the hands of Muggles, which is a definitive fact."

"Do you believe it yourself?" The werewolf suppressed his anger and used his last sense of reason to keep himself from making a fool of himself, "On the rogue gang's territory, my children were killed by magic, you don't say that this is the work of the rogue gang wizards. Forget it, and still say it was made by Muggles? How do Muggles use magic? Pray like their **** gods?

"Don't question my judgment."

"But--"

"I have some news," said a new voice from the end of the long table. "There seems to be a way in the world that Muggles can use magic."

"My people have been attacked by Muggles," the discussion added to more and more people, "this kind of... magic? Let's call it magic, it was there at the Paris Fair, it's just Nummunga Germany blocked the news, and according to some rumors, this kind of magic appeared even earlier."

"Earlier?"

"I will let people follow up to investigate this matter. If this statement is true, it has touched our roots, and we must find the source and kill it," the old wizard at the head of the table stopped the discussion and said, " This time, I’m mainly for two things, the first one, our stable supply of potions has been determined to stop supplying indefinitely.”

"Damn..."

"Oh, gosh...what's next?"

"Without venom dispensing, how can I control those restless guys?"

"I must kill that bitch!"

"You don't need to kill it," the old wizard at the head of the table interrupted their initial complaints again, "I have reliable news that predates the British Ministry of Magic, she is dead, and in this regard, we have the same interests and must find A new source of supply, and before that, we need to find an alternative... The second thing, we've got a traitor."

"..."

The banquet hall fell into silence for a moment, suspicious eyes collided on the table, and only the melodious music played by the monkey-crowned musicians floated out of the window and echoed on the street inlaid with gold and silver outside the window.

At the end of the street, next to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, in an alley, a murder between dark wizards is taking place.

On the opposite side of the alley, there are almost two completely different worlds.

...

"Miss, is this your first time to Xibian Alley?"

Christian, who was wearing a black dress, walked down the path near Diagonal Lane with her head down. She had just come out of a short-cut alley. She walked fast. This was a habit she developed many years ago when she was still a thief. She liked to hit her target of the day with her shoulder first. During the process of apologizing, the hand holding her shoulder could easily reach into the other party. pocket, and use your fingers to pull out the bulging wallet.

"boom!"

A rough little boy ran over from Christian's side with his head buried. The two people who didn't look at the road bumped into each other. Their bodies turned sideways in the same posture, slid past each other, and disappeared. among the crowd.

She saw a similar machine on the street - a glass box full of dolls, just need to put in a steel peg, you can use the rocker outside the box to control the iron claws inside, there is a chance to pick up the favorite toy.

At first, she was attracted by the doll in this claw machine. For a girl who lacked this kind of toy in her childhood, it did have great attraction, but when she saw the trajectory of the iron claw clearly, the scene with the The unbearable memories of pickpocketing for a living came to mind as if a whip swung behind her, driving her away from her destination.

The surroundings were quiet. She seldom visited London in recent years, and for a while she forgot how to get to her destination - an alley where she had lived since she could remember, a dirty, narrow, and illegal An alley filled with crooks, robbers and pickpockets, an alley that was swept up countless times by the police and even the military, but could always be rebuilt soon after, an alley full of thieves, robbers and pickpockets. The dirtiest and ugliest **** in the city, an alley that even the City Hall of London acquiesced to exist for the sake of cost and security, an alley in the shadows adjacent to the most prosperous district in London - and her equally young companion There, he was crippled by broken limbs, and then thrown to the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen on the financial street across the wall.

It was an alley that she hadn't returned to since she left, an alley that she couldn't find any more, as if it had never appeared in the rapturous city of London.

The surroundings were quiet, her memory drove her feet to come here, but the situation in front of her was very different.

"Am I going wrong..."

Christian shook her head. She raised her leg and looked at the soft calfskin boots under her feet. Did she not find her destination because these boots did not fit in the alley?

The surroundings were quiet, and Christian couldn't even hear his heavy breathing after a long walk.

"Miss, is this your first time to Xibian Alley?"

After hearing the shouting in front of her, Christian suddenly stopped under her feet and raised her head. The sound of the surrounding world suddenly returned, and her eardrums trembled violently with a sound so rich that it was difficult to receive all— - shouts, footsteps, laughter, haggling, children's cries, the roar of car engines, horses' hooves, music... The sound of a huge amount of information instantly made her impression of the one that was silent except for silence. The alley was torn down, and a prosperous street market was built rumbling on the ruins.

"Miss?" In front of Christian, a young man with a chocolate-colored frog hood stretched out his hand tucked in the flipper hood and waved in front of her, "Are you okay? Look He looks bad."

"Sorry... I seem to be going the wrong way." Christian shook his head and bowed his head habitually to apologize. The startled young man jumped aside like a frog and avoided her bow, "I'm sorry. , I must have gone the wrong way."

"You don't have to be so nervous, ma'am," the young man took off the chocolate frog's hood, revealing a lively smile, his short twine-like tan hair knotted on top of his head, dark freckles evenly Sprinkling it on his face, which was deep due to his long outdoor work, his upturned garlic nose was full of sweat. Looking at Christian who kept apologizing, he panicked and threw his headgear on the ground. , waved his hand to soothe her, "It's my fault, miss, I shouldn't disturb your thinking... Where are you going? I'm familiar with this area, maybe I can take you there."

I don't know how long it took for Christian to wake up from the fluctuation of the collapsed impression. She raised her head, quickly calmed down her emotions and etiquette, and took out a yellowed sheet from the beaded bag hanging on her arm. of paper.

The young man narrowed his eyes and looked at the piece of paper in Christian's hand. After a while, he showed a knowing smile.

It was a newspaper clipping, a report about a police operation against a child abduction gang seven years ago. In the faded photo, it could be seen that it was a dilapidated alley. A group of arrogant policemen were holding batons, majestic and majestic. Lingling escorted the wretched criminals one by one.

"You're right, miss," said the young man with a smile, bending over and picking up the hood he had just thrown away from the ground, patting the dust on the frog's eyes, "I was here when Diagonal Lane was first built. After seeing the store, you really asked the right person when you asked me."

"Hmm... ah?" Christian showed a blank expression. It has been a while since the trip to Ilvermorny. Although the mental head has recovered, it will take a long time for the trauma to the mind and body to be completely healed. Recovery, today is the seventh day that she can go to the ground. After her repeated pleas, Nelson agreed to let her come out to relax. She clutched the newspaper clipping in her hand and asked suspiciously, "I...did I go wrong? ?"

"Of course, miss, you're not wrong." The young man put back his hood and said again what he said at the beginning, "This is your first time in Diagonal Lane, isn't it? Why don't you go to our Chocolate Frog Monopoly? Sit down, let me introduce you to the situation here?"

"How do you know it's my first time here?"

"You're wearing too much, miss." The young man fixed his headgear and turned into a two-meter-tall chocolate frog walking upright again, "I'm not saying that your clothes are not good, you're beautiful, you just came here diagonally. Side lane guests always have a more or less magical character the second time they come."

"Characteristics of magic?"

"Oh, such as a can of butterbeer with unlimited refills for automatic ice making, shopping bags from the wizard's clothing store, transportation cards for the Knights' public transportation, a portable magic gramophone, etc., some novel and useful gadgets."

Only then did Christian notice that this funny big frog with advertisements on it walked on the street without attracting the attention of other passers-by. There were even children who tried to jump up and attack him, licking his chocolate-colored frog head. , and the pedestrians on the street, as he said, the boundary between wizards and Muggles is indistinguishable only from the appearance, which made her suspect that she had reached a wider Diagon Alley, and the five-story bus was parked on the side of the road. , It looks like the center of gravity is unstable and swaying. When passing through a crowded road, these towering buses that seem to move castles will pop out their wheels, stretch out four slender legs like mosquitoes, and carefully move from the crowd. Head over.

"Come with me, miss, and I'll take you to get a guide."

"thanks."

Christian reached for the beaded bag, wanting to take a tip from her purse to give the eager young man, but when her hand touched the wallet, the touch of the slit opened by the knife made her feel instantly. Sober, she turned her head and looked at the bustling crowd behind her. The child who had just bumped into her had long since disappeared. Christian laughed dumbly. She never thought that when she revisited the old place, she would be able to relive the story of the past. take on a very different role.

She stretched out her hand a little embarrassedly, "I..."

"Miss, I actually wanted to remind you just now," the two-meter-tall upright Chocolate Frog spread out his hands and smiled helplessly, "It's just that you were so engrossed in thinking just now that I didn't find an opportunity to remind you."

"Actually I'm a witch—"

"I invite you~www.readwn.com~ It's just my turn to take a break. From your appearance, you are not the one who lacks money. You must visit our Chocolate Frog store in the future," Upright Chocolate Frog didn't hear Klee Steen's words, he led the road in front and walked to his store, "It was exactly the same as the alley in the newspaper clipping earlier. The London government wanted to find a cheap street for demolition and repair the bevel alley. Get it here, it used to be a paradise for blind strays and criminals, and there is almost no land to pay for."

Christian didn't say much, looked at the wallet with a slit, smiled, shook his head, and followed.

"We hired the best construction team in the world, the Zweig construction team that built the Alexander Building," said the young man proudly, "and turned that dirty alley into this in two weeks, but strangely enough, There is actually a house with real property rights there, and the officials of the Ministry of Magic used magic to confirm that it has an heir, so the protection magic based on the contract has never been fully laid."

"Oh, by the way," said the Upright Chocolate Frog, turning his head when he reached the door, "there's a three-hundred-gallon prize in Diagonal Lane - find this Mr. Richard Jewell or him. heir."

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