My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"His eyes..."

Moody brandished his whip and slapped on the column in front of the carriage, perfectly blending into the groom's identity.

"What's wrong?" Nelson asked in the carriage, along with the rustling of the nib rubbing against the parchment. Hearing that Nelson was working, Moody tugged on the reins to slow the carriage down a bit.

"I'm a little concerned," Moody said after thinking for a moment, "that eye gives me a very bad feeling."

"How to say?"

"It's like a... living animal."

Moody lowered his head, and the feeling of palpitations reappeared when he looked at Borgin Bock, as if the magic eye that seemed to be able to see through everything was peeping through countless walls where he couldn't see it. As he looked at him, his body couldn't help jerking, and the whip slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. In an instant, the wheel was rolled into the axle, and debris scattered all over the ground.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there would be that strange blue in his line of sight, that dreaded blue that seemed familiar.

"By the way, I still don't know where this place is? What are we going to do?"

Moody's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and before he could answer the question, he had already planted his head on the column of the carriage, feeling sleepy like a tide.

The carriage moved steadily on the streets of Berlin, passing a pair of prying and malicious eyes. Gradually, the eyes from passersby became more and more sparse, but the dense sense of surveillance seemed to have entered a spider's lair by mistake. It became dense and even seemed to be substantial. The movements of the two horses were no different from the beginning. They ignored the obstruction of this stagnation, broke through those malicious eyes and rushed towards the center of the city, the horses hooves swept the dirt road, rolled Raised dust.

In the eyes of passers-by, there is another strange person in the city - a carriage more luxurious than Borgin Burke's car galloping recklessly on the road, and the relief sculptures of different styles seem to be here Telling the story of the sun god's hunting, a young man with a round face is leaning on the coachman's seat and sleeping soundly, as if he is experiencing a nightmare, his eyelids are beating violently, fine sweat slips from his forehead, and his wet hair is tightly Adhering to the scalp, a drop of water dripped from the carriage, just like the crumb trail left by the brothers and sisters abandoned by their parents in the fairy tale, but the water droplets are also the same as being caught by crows and birds. Like walking crumbs, it was quickly absorbed by the dry ground, leaving only two deep ruts that were slowly being buried by the new dust.

And the passengers in that gorgeous carriage did not open the curtains from time to time to show off their wealth and authority, as Borgin Bock did, but closed the windows tightly, not revealing the slightest bit of what was inside. They even felt that there were no passengers in the carriage. , and the deep rut was only because it was laden with loads of goods, but before greed arose in their hearts, the carriage roared past their eyes with an inviolable aura.

People looked at the direction of the carriage, whether it was a flamboyant wizard or a cautious Muggle, there were strange expressions in their eyes, some were fearful, some were jealous.

As more and more wizards and fewer Muggles, the destination of the carriage is getting closer and closer. Behind a group of war-torn buildings, a church with a collapsed roof gradually appears in the field of vision. Moody's breathing gradually changed from tense to even, and the sound of writing from the carriage also stopped in the faint snoring.

Nelson opened a corner of the curtain and stared at Berlin, a city once prosperous because of the frenzy of war. The ruins were no different from the London before reconstruction, and even more dilapidated. The streets full of bomb craters were littered with rancid garbage. The walls that have lost their original colors are filled with malicious drawings, and children's graffiti-like text can be seen everywhere are small advertisements all over the city, but unlike any city in the world, these small advertisements bring life and dignity. Clearly marked prices, trading things that should not belong to the writer.

The disgust in Nelson's eyes flashed for a moment, and the ground the carriage passed by rose and fell like breathing for a moment and then returned to calm. He looked down at the missing page book on his knees, and excerpted a line of text onto the parchment floating in front of him.

"Report on the Injuries of Our Aurors in Action Against Gellert Grindelwald and His Henchmen"

On the last page of the book, a bright red question mark blocked the two black and white photos, and a line of text was revealed: Cannibalism? Imperius?

He closed the yellowed book in his hand, sealed it and a few pieces of parchment that still smelled of ink, and put it in his pocket.

"Here is the famous Prussia, the place where most Aurors in the world are afraid."

Nelson finally began to answer Moody's question before he fell asleep. He raised his hand, and the cart-pulling horse raised its front hooves high, its slender mane and tail fluttered, gleaming metallic in the sun like a metal. Two living sculptures.

Not far in front of the carriage, Borgin Burke's car was parked on the side of the road. The people in the carriage and the horses pulling the carriage had disappeared. Only the carriage with gold and silver gleamed.

The speed of the carriage woke Moody from his sleep. He only remembered that he seemed to have had a terrible nightmare that he didn't want to recall, and then experienced a happy journey, but when he opened his eyes, he still saw Berlin. On the street, the memory is slowly splicing together the recent experience, and Nelson's voice came from behind him in pieces.

"Some public affairs, and some personal feuds."

Moody rubbed his eyes and forcefully expelled the blue in his sight. He felt as if something had hit his shoulder. He looked down and saw Nelson's cane was pressing on his shoulder. The huge black gems began, and his clothes were rapidly morphing into Nelson's styles.

"what?"

"I also discovered by the way that this trip seems to be a small favor for you."

"what?"

"Help me out, dear nephew."

The ignorant Moody took a deep breath of the air that was not fresh, and wiped it on his face. He still remembered his responsibilities. He took out a step from the hidden compartment under the seat and placed it on the door of the carriage. Before he bent down and opened the car door, Nelson's shiny leather shoes stepped out.

"boom!"

The hard heels collided with the wooden steps, and the crisp sound echoed on this sparsely-shaped street. The man with the goatee raised his chin and walked to the street with the help of Moody. He patted The nephew's hand proudly glanced at the rested street with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, the street was completely quiet, and the eyes hidden behind the window or the street corner all stopped on the man.

He raised his head, took off the thick furry hat on top of his head, looked upwards with fox-like slender eyes, and a figure was disappearing from behind the window he was looking at.

……

"This guy……"

Borgin Pokhara closed the curtains and covered his restless demon eyes. The piercing pain made his face twist. He remembered this face. After many years, the man who made a mess of Knockturn Alley reappeared. Now, just like the last time he suddenly disappeared without a trace, he followed like a dream, dragging him from stability to fear every moment.

He still remembered the big fight in Knockturn Alley, the fire that burned his servants to ashes, the crack in the sky - this guy named Igor Karkaroff and that ridiculous Together with Chamberlain, he almost burned up the foundation he had accumulated for hundreds of years. He could not forget the ridiculous appearance of those followers who were vulnerable when facing Karkaroff. Fear of being attacked by dementors, he would visit his dreams almost every once in a while, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

"Mr. Burke, do you know that person?"

Borgin Burke pressed the magic eye hard. Only this method could barely relieve his pain. After breathing for a while, he took the glass of water handed by the inquirer, sat back in the first seat of the banquet hall, and overturned the front of him. The candlestick, which has not been cleaned up, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I know him, and the visitor is not good."

"Have you dealt with him?"

"Well," said Borgin Bock through gritted teeth, gulping down his glass, "this is an antique dealer who has only appeared twice in England, and took one from the Gaunts many years ago. An important item that we still don't know what it was, and another time he brought an Auror in Knockturn Alley and nearly got me in big trouble."

"Almost cause big trouble?" The inquirer breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Bogin Bock's explanation. Since it was almost, it meant no trouble, and he didn't have to worry about his alliance with Bogin Bock because of this An accident happened to an outsider. He filled Borgin Bork with water and asked, "Do you know how many ways he has?"

"This person's purpose should be some ancient magical object," the pain eased, and Borgin Burke's voice was much more relaxed. Of course, he couldn't tell his hard-to-find ally that he was almost taken over by Nelson. He avoided the situation and said lightly, "The Gaunt family is the only known blood descendant of Salazar Slytherin. I thought Igor Karkaroff was just a pseudonym for this person and would never see him again, but now it seems that , he just doesn't move very often."

"Is he an enemy? Mr. Burke."

"Did he bring a helper?" Borgin Burke murmured, "I hope it's not Chamberlain..."

……

"What are we doing now?"

Moody has been standing under the scorching sun for several minutes. He helped Nelson with an umbrella. The idea that Nelson was deliberately exercising became stronger.

"Wait someone." Nelson handed Moody a flyer that flew from nowhere, "Look at this."

"What's this?" Moody took the flyer, struggling to identify the German text on it, but at least he could read the Arabic numerals without any trouble, "A price list for the ranch? Horses, rats, turkeys, hounds. The price looks a lot cheaper than the UK, but I didn't expect the most expensive thing here to be a dog."

"Of course it's cheaper than England, where life is the least valuable thing."

"Why can't I understand it?"

"Listen, the horse is an untamed Muggle, the white rat is a Muggle who is healthy and can be used for magic experiments, the turkey is a wizard child just caught, the hound... I remember it should be enslaved by magic, An adult sorcerer who can act at will."

"?"

Moody's face was covered with question marks, and he felt that Nelson was fooling himself with nonsense.

"Do you remember that someone attacked our house during dinner last night?"

"I remember." Moody nodded vigorously. Although the dishes were rich, he was more impressed by each special at that meal. "They were blown to the sky, and then—"

"Then there were Aurors near our house who were responsible for picking up those expelled attackers, but unfortunately, nothing could come out of their mouths. The unbreakable oath is almost the most irreversible contract in the world." Nelson took a deep breath and said, "This is also the reason why Nobby Ritchie entrusted me to investigate here, the official intelligence is controlled, and it is inextricably linked with Borgin Bork above our heads, and even the minister They are kept in the dark, and those who diligently attack our house every day are their 'hounds'."

"Hound..."

"You may have heard that the Hogwarts Express was attacked not long ago when sending graduates home," Nelson said slowly, squinting, staring at the dark alley ahead, "From Hogwarts a few years ago Melissa Sykes, who defected, has leaked so much information that many interested people know that they can get real wealth from me, and those 'hounds' who are not afraid of death, for them , just an inexpensive attempt~www.readwn.com~Professor Sykes?!" Moody's vigilant gaze followed Nelson to the alley ahead.

"Yes, no one thought she would become like this," Nelson nodded, and there was a sound of someone coming downstairs from the building beside him, "I found her whereabouts a few days ago, and I wanted to catch her, But she'd rather burn everything... Fortunately, I found something useful, some important resources enough to make us part of Prussia soon, I have been preparing for a long time, and after you came to report, everything was just right and complete, so After all, you're the most important thing, Moody."

"But besides driving—"

Moody's ears moved, and before he could finish speaking, he crouched down suddenly, his wand pointed to the bottom of the carriage, and a wizard in an invisible animal skin was roughly pulled out by magic and hung in the air.

The door of the building next to him was pushed open from both sides, and with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, Borgin Bock greeted him with open arms.

"Oh! Karkaroff, my friend!"

Nelson walked in his direction, and just as Borgin Burke was about to embrace him, the two passed, Borgin Burke's smile froze, and he turned his head in exasperation, the rogue killer whistling, He gave him a defiant smile.

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