My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Are there very few people here?"

Nelson looked at the empty street and sighed, "Is it always so little, or has it become so little after you came?"

"It used to be very little," Borgin Bock stopped in front of an old shop on the street, with a stooped salutary dummy in the dusty window, scattered with some German fashionable ten years ago. Accessories and rags, the bright and bright dried flowers have long since become dull and shattered when touched. This seems to be a ready-to-wear store that has been closed more than ten years ago. Borgin Bock raised his hand and placed his palm in it. Sticking to the creaking wooden door, he turned his head and said, "Don't the Germans like to fight in the past? People who don't want to go to war have moved out of their capital, and what's left behind can carry that thing? Guns? Yes, all the men who could carry a gun were caught by that crazy Muggle and sent to death, and when we came, there was no one here."

"Looks like it too," Nelson nodded. "Look at this clothing store. It hasn't opened for about ten years. I know the Muggles in Germany have always been bad."

"Have you studied this too?" Borgin Bock happily fiddled with the wooden door. The metal decoration on the door was sharp and hard. He took a breath and pressed his palm **** the pattern. After a while, his face turned pale. When he got up, he looked at Nelson and said with a smile, "But this time you've missed the mark."

"Oh?"

"Until I bought this shop with the money I could only buy a toilet in London, it was still open, it was even the busiest shop on the street, selling fabrics, hardware, kerosene, etc. consumables or something."

The metal pattern on the wooden door stretched out, clasping his fingers like a vampire's teeth, the skin oozing blood everywhere it could be touched, the wooden door made a terrible swallowing sound, and Borgin Bock also showed an expression of unbearable pain.

In order to distract his attention and relieve the pain, he fought hard and continued, "Men all went to war, and even some women and children who could carry guns went to war and died inexplicably. In such a big city, apart from eating, drinking and prostituting Muggle officials who gamble, there are not many people left who can make a few big sons, and in a famine year, these poor widows are too expensive to buy a piece of cloth to make clothes for the whole family, not to mention..."

The blood loss blinded Borgin Bock and he almost fell. He thought Karkaroff would come to help him, but Nelson just stood there watching, and it took a lot of effort for him to recover. He waved his hand and continued: "What's more, who can see those beautiful clothes? I used to have a niece, probably hundreds of years ago, she dressed up every day to show her sweetheart, and then her father buried the boy. Now, that girl never wears pretty clothes again, I can probably understand, when I was young, the girl next door was sick for a few days, and during that time I went out in pajamas... I don't know if Muggles will have **** Talk about love, but that's probably how it works."

The door sucked enough blood, and let out a satisfied sigh. The sound of hinges came from behind the door. The wooden door seemed to be much heavier than an iron block of the same size. A deep tunnel of pungent perfume.

"Tsk, that's what it smells like," Borgin Burke took out a bottle of crimson liquid and drank it quickly, pointed his nose to the tunnel, fanned a few times, and said intoxicatedly, "It's delicious, every time I smell it, Reminds me of the beautiful face of Henry II's wife..."

"Is it the perfume that Henry II gave to the Queen?" Nelson sniffed, raised his eyebrows, like an eager antique collector, "Is that the cursed magic perfume that Glass took fifteen years to make? ?"

"You really know the goods!" Bo Jin Bock bent down, stretched out his hand to the tunnel, and said in a deep voice, "Welcome, you are the first guest to set foot in the treasure house."

"Okay," Nelson said unabashedly as he walked over to Moody, tucked him a pocket watch, patted him on the shoulder, "you wait outside, and if I don't come back in an hour, you'll take this The shop and its foundation were all blasted to the sky."

"Don't worry, it won't take so long for something worthy of your attention," Borgin Bock walked into the tunnel to lead the way, and a familiar voice came from the slowly closing door, "I will remind you of the time, just hope Don't linger."

Moody found a roadside bench and sat down. He wanted to close his eyes for a while. In his opinion, Nelson didn't need his vigilance at all, but he opened the pocket watch and checked the time.

Moody only felt a huge force coming from his hand, and the pocket watch seemed to break free from his palm. He clenched his fists quickly, but the next second, a pair of silver elytra stretched out from between his fingers, and Moody felt that his feet were empty. Pulled by the pocket watch, he took off together with the bench under his buttocks and flew over Berlin. He felt a cold touch on his body. He lowered his head, and the scattered pedestrians did not notice the sky. in this flying chair.

Moody didn't know where the watch would take him, but the tension and happiness in the face of danger had made his blood flow faster, his forehead hot, and alive again.

…

"Hey, are you here again?"

How deserted the streets of Berlin are, how prosperous the hypotenuse is, and when the summer vacation comes, there are countless children here, little wizards or Muggle children, and their parents holding them.

Christian, who wore a black dress as if attending a funeral, stood on the side of the road in the middle of Slant Lane, staring at the glass-covered house, submerged in the coming and going of families.

A familiar voice disturbed her thoughts. She turned her head, and Aibo from the Chocolate Frog Shop stood behind her and asked happily, "Have you come to play in Diagonal Lane? Did you fall in love with this place?"

"Well," Christian bowed his head politely and said hello, "I'll come and hang out."

"You're having fun today, ma'am," Abbott said excitedly, dragging Christian aside mysteriously, "haven't you always been curious about the Aurors and the Ministry? Today Minister of Magic Nobby Lee I'm going to speak with the Mayor of London on Diagonal Lane and announce some new policies that will help development."

"Really?" Christian whispered, looking surprised. "Minister of Magic?"

"Yes," Ai Bo raised his eyebrows, "there will definitely be a lot of Aurors coming to protect them, you can watch as much as you like!"

"Aurors...but isn't the point of the Minister of Magic?"

"Tsk, you haven't seen it anyway, aren't you more interested in Aurors?" Aibo said, "I gave you a few copies of the Daily Prophet today, and on average, there are four faces of Minister Rich every three issues. I'm tired of seeing it."

"When is it?"

"About an hour and a half later." Aibo said cheerfully, "I didn't expect that I came to Xianbianxiang twice this month, and I bumped into you each time, miss, I'll go to the store later, we'll have a seat. Customers are invited to try some new products.”

After introducing the new products in high spirits, Ai Bo, who began to suggest that Christian buy some bright clothes, noticed that her face showed an embarrassed expression, and his voice gradually became quieter, and asked, "Are you going to do something later?"

"Well," Christian nodded and said, "I'm going to pick him up at King's Cross Station. The bus will arrive in an hour. I'm thinking of buying some dessert here for him."

"He?" Ai Bo's face changed, and his words became eloquent.

Christian noticed his strange color, smiled and tucked the strand of hair hanging from his forehead behind his ear, and shook his head: "It's my brother."

"Oh!" The smile on Aibo's face came back, he patted his head and said, "How can you pick up someone by yourself? I'll take you there! It just so happened that my family just bought a Muggle car that can carry luggage. ."

Christian wanted to refuse, but at Aibo's invitation, she still walked into the Chocolate Frog store.

"Seriously, I strongly recommend that you buy some brightly colored clothes, it will make you look more beautiful, miss."

"I just prefer black..."

"Trust me, miss, to be honest, I'm a painter, and I'm very sensitive to color."

"It's harder for me to believe you..."

…

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what do you do, miss?"

Leaning on the mottled hood, the little car that looked like it had just been beaten up by a Transformer was brand new forty-five minutes ago, and he asked with his hands in his pockets, "Your brother is a Soldiers? Why are you back at this time?"

"I am a student."

"College students? Muggles should be called that, right?" Aibo raised his eyebrows, "I guess you studied art or literature, you can tell that kind of temperament at a glance."

"Uh..." Christian thought for a while, not knowing how to answer him, shook his head, and continued, "My brother is looking for a job, and I'm going for an interview today."

"I hope he can be hired. Of course, I am personally willing to help you cast a Confusion Charm on his supervisor. After Christian's expression became more and more strange, Aibo changed his words again, "Actually, our family is quite short of people right now, you know, we are expanding our business, maybe you can ask your brother to help, I think he It should be a person with outstanding ability and erudition to have a sister like you."

"Uh...he...yes," Christian said, baffled by Abbott's strange remarks, shaking her head, "he went to interview for a teaching position, which was his dream."

"Scholarly family!" Aibo was awe-inspiring, and sent Christian a chocolate frog by the way.

There was a faint whistle sound from the empty station, but no passengers came out. After a while, a young black-haired man in a robe came out with a suitcase. Bo changed his face.

"Tom Riddle..."

Tom didn't seem to notice anyone on the road, or didn't even think that someone would pick him up at the station gate at this point. He looked around and didn't see Christian and Abe in the back of the car. After confirming that there were no idlers , he stroked his hair, put his hand to the neckline again, and loosened the tie.

At the same time as he made the action, the robe on his body quickly deformed and became a set of regular clothes that can be seen everywhere in London.

Tom walked out of the station and walked along the sidewalk in the direction of the West City. When he passed the alley where many stories happened, he took two steel shovels from his pocket and threw them in front of the beggar.

"Why is he here..."

Just when Aibo was curious about Tom's whereabouts, Christian suddenly jumped out, waved at Tom's back, and shouted.

"Tom!"

"Ok?"

Tom and Abbott made suspicious noises almost simultaneously.

Except for the first two years, Tom has never been home alone or with Nelson. He didn't enjoy the feeling of being picked up. He stopped, turned around, and looked at Christian a little embarrassedly, but soon He smiled and walked towards her.

After noticing the car and Aibo next to Christian, his expression quickly changed again.

"Didn't you just let Gnar send one to Germany..."

He shook his head, looked at Aibo, and walked towards Christian.

After chatting for a while, Aibo looked at Christian and asked suspiciously, "You... your brother is Tom Riddle?"

"yes."

"Are you a witch?"

"yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?" It was swallowed as soon as it reached his mouth. He thought about it, and he had always thought that the other party was a Muggle. He didn't even give her a chance to refute. He showed an embarrassed smile and looked at To the bad-looking Tom.

"Have you finished asking?"

"Ok."

"Are you... the painter who painted me?"

"I can't be called a painter," Aibo rubbed his hands, obviously a little older than Tom, but he was even more nervous, "Uh, I still owe some heat."

…

The atmosphere in the car was a little embarrassing, and there was curiosity in the silence, but none of the three said a word. Compared with when he came, Ai Bo's arrogance was gone. He held the steering wheel and meditated on his back just last night. The driving formula below.

The silent car drove slowly through the street, and people expressed their full curiosity about the bruised accident car. As they passed Diagonal Lane, Nobby Ritchie's amplified voice drifted slowly.

"...the result of the handshake is mutual progress...I am honored..."

Tom leaned against the rear window to listen to Rich's speech, occasionally glancing at the two in front of him.

"...we replace...efficiency by means of non-magical means..."

"Oh, it feels like something is going to happen."

Tom said casually, and took his wand out of his pocket.

"...eliminated, abandoned by the times...protect cherished magical animals and resources...substitute materials for mass production..."

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Alertness burst in Tom's eyes. He raised his head suddenly, leaned forward, and pressed Christian on the co-pilot. After hesitating for a second, he pressed Aibo's face on the steering wheel.

"what are you doing?"

Before Aibo's voice could reach Tom's ears, it was drowned out by the aftermath of the explosion in the direction of Diagonal Alley. When he recovered, Tom had disappeared with the box, and the commotion of Diagonal Alley poured into his ears.

"You can't do that, Richie!"

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