My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Fritz Harriman?"

Nelson raised his chin and looked down at Harriman, who was bent down deeply. His waist and legs were at a 90-degree angle, not a little bit, not a little bit less, like a doll controlled by a precise clockwork. Lifting up hard, staring at Nelson's face, his eyes swept over him, and when he saw the ring on his middle finger, Harriman looked humbly to the ground as if he had confirmed his identity.

Under the gaze of the four people on the street, he maintained this movement without even trembling.

The former murderer was dressed in a simple black robe, leaving only traces of exaggerated makeup on his face that were difficult to wash away, which made his eyes appear a pale pink as if he had been beaten. , the prominent cheekbones showed a ruthless sharpness, and the smell of blood on his body was even heavier, so heavy that even if he changed into new clothes, even if he didn't take a wand, the keen Moody could feel the strong sin in him. odor.

"This is?" He waved his wand and threw the wizard who was hanging upside down against the wall. Iron ropes stretched out from the cracks in the bricks and tied him there firmly. After doing all this, Mu Dee leaned closer to Nelson and stood between him and Harriman, raised his wand and asked softly without turning his head, "Dark wizard?"

"fine."

Nelson put the cane on Moody's shoulder, Moody stepped aside, and moved out of Nelson's place, but the wand was still clenched in his hand, and his vigilant eyes did not slacken. In Berlin, he had seen it so far. most dangerous person.

Harriman still maintained his doll-like bow, as if Nelson could stand here until he died as long as he didn't speak.

"I'm in good spirits today," Nelson's mouth raised slightly. "It's much better than when I saw you before."

"Mr. Lieburn told me that there is a distinguished guest at the door today." Harriman lowered his head and said humbly, without the slightest wave in his cloudy eyes, "Hello, Mr. Karkaroff, the rogue gang is ready for you. A welcome dinner, and a treasure trove that will surely interest you."

……

"Treasure house?"

Borgin Bock stood in front of the door, raising his stiff arms and slowly lowering them. Everything Harriman said gave him a solid impression of Igor Karkaroff, an antique dealer and collector of black magic. Knowing how many rare things the gang of rogues backed by Numengaard had collected in Prussia, the person who can be treated with such caution by Riborn must have a huge amount of wealth in his heart, in addition to his extraordinary power. With care, he slowly walked towards Nelson's back.

Borgin Bock, who has lived longer than most, carefully considers Nelson. Nelson's clothes, accents, habits of movement, etc. are intertwined in his mind, and combined with those pitiful information, gradually become plump , and even involved some trivial information that seems to be unrelated but has no following-

A German named Igor Karkaroff suddenly appeared in the werewolf's black prison and fished out his nephew who was imprisoned there. It seems that he has been trained by professional Aurors and is loyal to his uncle;

He has a very luxurious carriage, even more than his own car;

He first appeared in the old Gaunt house in Hangleton, where he falsified Morfin Gaunt's memory so that until now he didn't know what he had taken from the Gaunt house. ;

The second time was in Knockturn Alley, walking with his frequent guest Chamberlain, and after the failure of the black to eat the black, the stronghold of Knockturn Alley was severely damaged;

Chamberlain sold many collections with Salazar Slytherin's personal seal, perhaps related to the Gaunt family, the only descendant of Slytherin, and his fellow antique dealer Karkaroff showed no interest in those antiques. Interest, which proves that his vision is definitely not in simple antiques, but those containing magic;

After some of the antiques lost in that battle still appeared on the market, he should be active in the UK for a long time, or have a regular partner - that Chamberlain;

He has the ability to purify the undead, and his mana is so powerful that two people can defeat his entourage and the corpse. When performing large-scale magic, he needs to insert his wand into the soil, accompanied by incomprehensible singing, which is very different from the popular magic habits of British wizards;

The image of a mysterious, rich, and powerful wizard slowly took shape in his mind, and this Igor Karkaroff could hardly find detailed information in the world. The so-called Karkaroff The family also asked three questions about his existence - this is a powerful wizard who claims to be a faction, he is isolated from the world, his position is unknown, and he is a help that can be won!

Finally, he was very interested in his own eyes!

Thinking of this, Borgin Bock suddenly felt a stinging pain in the magic eye. He covered his eyes, relieved a little, took a deep breath, and walked towards Karkaroff.

He believes that as long as the price is right, no one who has ever had a grudge will refuse to be his friend. If he does, then the price is not enough.

Thinking of this, he squeezed out a smile, but the next moment, Moody turned his head with his back to him.

……

"Lord Riburn assures you that the treasure trove contains enough to empty your wallet." Harriman still did not change his posture, and bent over to introduce seriously.

"Haha," Nelson rubbed his palms and laughed, "I'm afraid no one can empty my wallet unless you move the whole street where I just ate and sell it to me."

"Liberne?" Borgin Burke suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two. At this moment, he was being held by Moody's wand to his throat, raised his hands high, put on a harmless posture, and smiled. Said, "Mr. Karkaroff, there is so much sand in Berlin that you didn't even see me just now."

"Who are you?" Nelson turned his head, just as Borgin Burke said, he made an expression that he didn't see him at all, and said suspiciously, "Are you also a rogue of the Rogue Gang?"

"Haha, you're joking," Borgin Bock's eyes showed a hint of sullenness, he bowed slightly, suppressed his anger, and said with a smile, "Have you forgotten? Let me help you recall, England, Knockturn Alley ."

"I remember," Nelson rubbed his chin, clapped his hands vigorously, and said happily, "Are you the one selling dragon eggs? I liked the fireball last time, do you have anything else?"

Borgin Burke froze. He didn't know whether the other party was humiliating him or he really couldn't remember.

"We've had bad moments between us," he finally smiled and reached out to Nelson, "you may not care about my offenses, but I paid a small price for my ignorant behavior, you and you My friend Mr. Chamberlain came to Knockturn Alley to sell some antiques, but some of the servants who served me were greedy, but I have to be responsible for the people who served me, so..."

He shrugged and smiled embarrassingly, "I tried to use you to establish my prestige and convince my servants, you should remember the latter, a fire bigger than Gellert Grindelwald, **** - Knockturn Alley was bombed to the sky."

"Oh~ I remember," Nelson raised his finger at Borgin Bock, and said in Karkaroff's signature stunned tone, "you are the owner of that Borgin Bock black magic shop, you punished Fully released?"

"No," said Borgin Burke frankly, "but you should understand that there is always a way for people like me to get away with guilt."

"So you came here?" Nelson nodded and tapped Moody's shoulder with a cane. Moody let go of his grip on Borgin Bock's collar, snorted, and stepped back behind Nelson. Nelson said helplessly, "My nephew is a little rude, I hope you can forgive him."

"I only hope that you can forgive my previous offense," Borgin Bock twisted his sore neck, lowered his hand that had been held high for a while, and asked, "I wonder what you are here for?"

"Don't you know what I do?" Nelson asked rhetorically, "for some interesting antiques, of course."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Karkaroff," Bogin Bock waved, "I certainly know what you like. In fact, I also have some treasures in my warehouse!"

"I'm afraid you don't know very well. After all, you attacked me before we started talking about business the last time we met," Nelson said with a regretful expression, "I'm not an antique dealer."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Karkaroff," Borgin Burke lowered his voice, glanced at Harriman, and whispered in Nelson's ear, "those things, full of age, history, and... magic."

"I'm here with a present," Nelson's eyes lit up as Borgin Burke thought, "I hear you've been in trouble lately, and by coincidence, I know someone who's seen Merry Sarah Sykes' last friend."

"You are really a shrewd businessman." Borgin Burke realized how uncomfortable and comfortable it was to be caught on the pain point. He approached Nelson and gave his price.

"It's just that I have an appointment with the rogue gang..."

"Cough, you go back, Harriman," Borgin Bock said to Harriman, straightening his back, "my warehouse is closer, and when Mr. Karkaroff finishes watching, I will send him to the rogue helped."

……

"That Fritz Harriman..." Moody absently waved the new whip Nelson had given him, turned his head and asked, "Is he really yours? I thought about it for a while and finally remembered who he was. "

"Who is it?" Nelson asked with a smile, lifting the curtain of the carriage.

"Before I came to you, I went to the Auror's office to tell me the reason for not being able to practice. There I read the latest International Wizards Confederation's wanted list. He was a dark wizard who had done many evil deeds decades ago. fled after a Muggle attack in London not long ago," Moody whispered, "and the rogue gang he was in was also implicated in the poison that used to be infested in the Highland Hero Village."

"Do you remember the spell I taught you yesterday?"

"Snatch... Imperius Curse?"

"What if I told you that this Harriman didn't use any unforgivable black magic when he was at his peak decades ago?"

"Impossible!" Moody's retort became louder. In order to avoid suspicion from the carriage leading the way, he lowered his voice and said, "His crimes are almost innumerable, and he has an extremely strong aura of black magic."

"Most of his atrocities were Muggles, Moody," Nelson shook his head. "I probably know what he's done better than he himself. When he was at his worst, he would only abuse the weak. A low-level villain has no chance to get in touch with such advanced things as black magic. His research on black magic actually started from the rogue gang. Do you think he was a dark wizard in the first half of his life?"

"Yes, it is."

"Very well, you've come up with a more reasonable standard, then I'll ask you again, is it a dark wizard who uses the Imperius Curse on him?"

"No!" Moody's answer was much quicker this time, but his tone soon became low, "I still don't think we should collude with an organization like the Rogue Gang, and we shouldn't be in order to defeat the Borgin Bock Union. That Liburn, even if it's for righteous reasons."

"I don't know about Riburn, and I don't have a so-called treasure house sightseeing plan," Nelson said patiently, "I was just looking for the warden to inform him about it. I used the warden and Fritz to inform him about it. Harriman's reaction faked the image of a wealthy outsider, and deliberately chose Igor Karkaroff, who had clashed with Borgin Bock, as the identity of my trip. Burn's confidant~www.readwn.com~ usually hardly shows up in front of people. His attitude can represent Liburn's attitude to a certain extent, but Bogin Burke, who had a conflict with Liburn not long ago, could not find this and His conflict of interest was verified, and finally, I happened to know what their biggest trouble was recently. Under the four-fold hint of the enemy's attention, my own fear, the hope of solving the trouble, and my gorgeous coat, Borkin Burke naturally I will set a tall and important image in my mind, and this target will become our most reliable witness in the infiltration plan."

Hearing Nelson's simple and wild plan, Moody's eyes widened.

"Now I can tell you what your internship at the Department of Mysteries this holiday is about," said Nelson, playing with a cane, whistling, and smiling, "we will be a member of the Prussian dignitaries, at the heart of which Its own disintegration, and its alliance with the outside world, Nobby Ritchie, and me, can't just let this sore grow and give birth to what we just destroyed, your job is to use no magic do it all under the premise.”

"For... why?"

"Aurors aren't fighting, Moody, and you'll thank me for saving your magic when you face Borgin Burke," Nelson patted his head. "Drive well, I can't. Too fond of my nephew."

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