My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The latest website: "Here... since when did it become like this?"

Sitting in the staff room of the chocolate frog specialty store, Christian looked at the back of the upright chocolate frog taking off its holster, and asked softly, "I remember it wasn't like this before, by the way, I don't know your name yet."

She saw the embroidery of the Ai Bo family crest on the neckline of the young man. In her memory, Hogwarts also seemed to have a girl surnamed Ai Bo, who was as good-looking as this young man. In the blood family, those with branches and leaves like Weasley and Aibo have become a rare anomaly.

"My name is Daniel Abbott." Sure enough, this young man was the wizard of Abbott's house. He grabbed the towel on the back of the chair and wiped his sweat. He took a random chocolate frog from the shelf and threw it to Chris. Tian, ​​said, "Miss, eat a piece of chocolate first, you wait for me here for a while, I'll come to change clothes."

Christian found a chair to sit on, tore open the chocolate frog's packaging, and squeezed it into his mouth before it woke up.

A picture slipped out of the packaging bag and landed on her hand. She looked down and saw a wooden sign in the blank picture. On it was scribbled in ink the sentence "Going out to run errands, I'm not here now", Looking down, a familiar name came into view - Nelson Wilttening Williams.

"I actually... drew Nal," Christian couldn't help laughing bitterly. Although he finally got the chance to "let go", Nelson was still so ubiquitous and everywhere, she suddenly understood how to hide and hide. The origin of Professor Sykes' surprise when she saw Nelson, like skipping class to go to the concert but finding out that the guest at the concert was her class teacher, it was terrible, her mouth slumped, "Chocolate Frogs are suddenly not sweet anymore."

Shaking his head and stuffing Nelson into his pocket, Christian said to the locker room: "When did this place become like this?"

"I can't say it either," Chocolate Frog walked into the locker room with his big head in his arms, and a voice came from inside the locker room, "I also came here with my family after the construction of Xianbian Alley, and read their reports, It seems to have taken only a few days to fix the street and numerous shops."

"Not long ago?"

"It can't be said that Xianbian Alley is the same every day. In the earliest days, even most shops here sold different things than they are now. They were screened and eliminated by the market," Aibo said, "like our Chocolate Frogs. , is a high-quality product that has been tested by the market, I suggest you go back and buy more."

"I will."

"In the beginning, there weren't as many people here as there are today, and even the streets were the result of several expansions at the Ministry of Magic," Abbott continued, "We thought this was just a new idea, after all, the life of wizards and Muggles. There is not much overlap. For example, when you go on a trip and see Matryoshka dolls, you feel very exotic, so you buy a set, but you can't always buy Matryoshka dolls every day... In our impression, Whether Muggle merchandise is for wizards, or wizard merchandise is for Muggles, it's no different from a Russian nesting doll."

"So it flipped our minds a lot, you know? Chocolate Frogs do a lot better business here than in Diagon Alley, so even I myself come here from time to time, my father even let my brother Charlie opened a chocolate factory in London and shifted the focus of his business here."

"That must be a special chocolate factory."

"Of course, if you have the opportunity, you can visit and visit," Aibo, who had changed his clothes, walked out, looked at Christian with chocolate sauce on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "It tastes good, right? Speaking of which, "Miss, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere."

"This kind of conversation is a bit old-fashioned, Mr. Abbott."

"I'm serious, miss, I look familiar to you."

Christian knew that this Mr. Aibo was young, maybe he had just graduated from Hogwarts, and it was normal to be familiar with her, but she was not in a hurry to reveal her identity. Navigating the magical streets as a former Muggle is a lot of fun.

"Maybe it's because...you look like Mary Doro? Of course, I mean when she was young."

"Haha, you are really joking." Christian wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up, "Would you mind telling me about this again?"

"Of course," Abbott led her out of the store and onto the street, "actually, the merchandise is also very interesting. At first, the wizard's stuff was wizard's stuff, and Muggle stuff was Muggle stuff. As I said at the beginning, Everyone doesn't use each other's stuff, but it all made a big difference when you didn't know which genius started selling self-cleaning mops."

"Ok?"

"You may not know that wizards don't need mops. Generally, they need the help of house-elves when cleaning the house. If they don't, it can be done with a cleaning spell, but mops are just needed for Muggles. If there is a mop that can mop the floor by itself - Of course, when it was first developed, it would occasionally hit the back of the user's head, but then the frequency was very low - would you buy it? Miss."

"I will." Christian said, "I know this kind of stuff. My brother gave me a bottle of Coke with unlimited refills the other day."

"You must have been attracted to it, right?"

"yes."

"Let me guess, blue or red?"

"blue."

"Your brother must be a man with good taste," Ai Bo nodded seriously, "this idea is to turn the bevel alley from an early adopter's joke into a place that London citizens will immediately think of when they go shopping. Although the commodities here are expensive, they can free up your hands, are more durable, and are more trendy, and no one will refuse a mop that can mop the floor by itself!"

He couldn't help raising his voice, causing the passers-by who looked at him with neurotic eyes to avoid him.

"It's changing every moment here."

"Every moment... is it changing?"

"Yes," said Abbott, stomping the ground hard with his foot, "can you imagine that? Just less than a week ago, the street became hollow underneath, and in the middle of the night, the Ministry of Magic let a man bigger than a building. The tall iron giant dug a tunnel under the bevel alley, and many customers who come here choose to take the kind of train that runs underground."

"subway?"

"Oh yes, it's called this name." Aibo said excitedly, "There are other means of transportation."

Christian smiled and listened.

"You should know that this is a magical street, miss," said the enthusiastic Abbott enthusiastically after seeing Christian nodding, "the wizards have a group of buses that imitate your Muggle cars. It's been in operation a hundred years ago, just stick out your wand on the side of the road like I do—"

He stood on the calculus, stretched out the wand he just took out of his pocket, and held it straight forward. The next second, the Knight Bus swayed in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't want to take the car, I'm just showing others," Abbott stuck out his tongue at Christian while standing in the swearing exhaust of the Knight Bus, "Just like this, stick out your wand, and the Knight Bus will will come to you."

Watching the story of "The Wolf is Coming", Christian covered his mouth and laughed, and Aibo scratched his head and laughed, "Although the car is a Muggle invention, you seem to be The British government hopes that the Ministry of Magic can help them improve the living standards of London citizens and the British, so with the cooperation of both parties, the Knights of Buses appeared."

"Are those vehicles as tall as castles?" Just as the two were talking, a bus with four long legs strode over their heads, "It looks completely different from the knight bus just now. ."

"It's the newest model, the Cavaliers are old-fashioned, and dogs don't—"

Ai Bo's words were interrupted again by the exhaust gas, and the conductor's scolding came from the thick smoke, "You have to pay as long as you call a car, I forgot just now, I didn't expect to hear your kid saying bad things when I came back, What's your name? The Knight Bus won't welcome you anymore!"

"Bah, it sounds like who wants to sit," Ai Bo honestly took out the money, and said stubbornly, "If that rickety car didn't have a choice, who would sit?"

In the scolding of the two, the knight bus sputtered and staggered away.

"Okay, let's move on to the bus," Able continued, holding his ash-stained exploding head, "the Muggle government paid for it, the Ministry of Magic paid for it, and they found an inventor with an unnamed department. Nelson Williams, who designed this car on the blueprints of the Knight Bus, can go from London to Manchester at a hundred miles an hour in just two hours."

"Nelson..."

"Yes, although I don't know what he was crowned as an inventor because of what he invented, but obviously in the design of the Knights, he is a well-deserved inventor. The original Knight Bus was the Shafiq family. It was designed, but in the past few years, people in this family have hardly seen it, maybe it has declined, and the wizard's sketches are generally more abstract. He can understand and build a more powerful car. In my heart, it is comparable to the top Pastry chefs are on a par." Able looked approvingly, "I went to Manchester five days ago to find friends to play Quidditch, and it felt like it wasn't much slower than my Floo network."

The two were walking on the bustling streets. In the shop windows by the side of the road, the products that Christian had seen but had not seen completely were dazzling. Compared with not long ago, the shops here were generally replaced by two. For houses with even higher floors, the variety of commodities is also more abundant.

"In general, the city is getting more magical and more convenient every day. One day I went out without a wand, and I didn't even feel the slightest inconvenience," Aibo exclaimed, "The wizard's life It's boring, Muggle life is hard, and the world would have been very different if we had just been communicating with each other in the early years."

It didn't take long for the two of them to walk to the middle of the diagonal alley. In the middle of the road, a crumbling-looking dilapidated house was standing there quietly, covered by a clean and bright glass cover. Behind the roof and the door made of a piece of old iron, Christian only felt that his heart skipped a beat, and the experience of the first ten years of his life surfaced like a tide.

The notorious liar, the old man who always likes to slap his unshaven face when he's drunk, the hero who protects her "Son of the Devil" under the smuggler's stick, the one who had a good meal with her. Next time, the prodigal son who went to the big restaurant to spend all at once after cheating the money, the father who gave her a tabloid hat on her birthday and then collapsed in the rainy alley and never came back, as if he was sitting In the hut, I sighed while looking at the pot with clear soup and little water, and looked out the window from time to time, waiting for her "little liar" to come home.

"The liar's daughter has to be a liar. For example, my dad is a tenor, but I chose to be a liar."

"You told me yesterday that he is a pilot who is good at a difficult maneuver called Valkyrie dive."

"Really? I must have misremembered, he is actually a cabinet minister..."

Christian was immersed in memories, and when she came to her senses, an anxious Abbott was about to carry her to St Mungo's.

"What's the matter with you, miss?" Aibo asked nervously, "Isn't it poisoning from eating chocolate frogs?"

"How could it be?" Christian smiled. A propagandist who had been standing behind Aibo, wearing a penguin holster, didn't know it was the store's propagandist who came over with a bunch of balloons and picked one of them. Gave it to her, and quickly turned and left.

"Inexplicable guy," Aibo scratched his head, staring at the backs of people coming and going in confusion, "you really startled me, miss, if you eat chocolate frogs and eat something wrong, my father will be killed. I."

"I just saw this house and I was a little fascinated."

"Oh, that's good," Aibo breathed a sigh of relief, "by the way, there was a picture in that chocolate frog you just had, did you see who it was?"

"Nelson, Nelson Williams."

"..."

Ai Bo's eyes stared like a cow~www.readwn.com~ He was more like the person who was poisoned.

After a long delay, he finally forgot what Christian said just now, took a breath, and said, "I really envy the owner of this house. I don't know how long it takes to open a shop here to make so much money."

"Has this house always been here?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time," Abbot recalled. "It's probably the only thing from the past that's left on Slant Lane... You don't know the owner of this house, do you? God, you just got Nelson Wayne Altyn Williams! You don't know the owner of this house yet, do you?"

This sentence attracted more eyes than the chocolate frog holster before. Almost the entire street stopped and stared at Christian in front of him.

"The only thing from the past that remains?"

She took a deep look at the hut and shook her head, "I don't know."

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