My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 103

"Are you the chief who was sent here to inspect?" The visitor opened the door curtain and walked in. Military boots made dull footsteps on the ground. Nelson raised his head and looked at the German officer directly opposite.

He looked rough, and the SS uniform was loosely wrapped around him. The officer had a standard Aryan face with strong hair. His face was thin and his eye sockets were sunken, but his cheekbones and chin were unusually prominent, even with fluffy cheeks. Hu's concealment also showed that his facial features were extremely sharp. He yawned with thick dark circles, and a cloud of white mist came out of his mouth.

"Hurray!" He opened the door curtain and walked in, lazily raising his right hand in salute, "You can count it."

"Hurray." Nelson also raised his arm, saying hello.

He walked to the command table, pulled out a chair under Nelson, sat on it with Erlang's legs tilted, and took out an iron cigarette case from his pocket, poured out two crumpled cigarettes from it, and grabbed it. Throw one in his mouth, pick up a box of matches on the table and light it.

The officer shook the burning match, threw it to the ground, and took a bite of the smoke. Then he looked at Nelson through the smoke that filled the barracks and asked vaguely, "This sir, I still You have to check your documents, the little guy underneath is less knowledgeable after all..."

"Smack—" Nelson threw his ID card in front of him and nodded, "I understand."

"Oh~ Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff" took Nelson's certificate, raised it to the front and glanced at it, showing a knowing smile, winking his eyebrows as he handed it back, "I didn't expect you to be so young...after the head of state came to power. There is such a way as it is, and it has a lot of energy."

"I'm not young anymore," Nelson was originally tall, and his voice was deeper, and he looked like a middle school student with a late development. He put the certificate back into his pocket and said, "The head of state is called the selection of talents. Ask the source."

"Hahahaha, I understand." The officer stood up, stretched out his right hand to Nelson, "Introduce myself, my name is Franz, Lieutenant Colonel of the Armed Combat Enforcement Force in Krakow, currently Auschwitz The person in charge of this construction site."

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel." Nelson shook his hand and nodded.

"Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff, when will the people above come down?" As soon as I sat down, Lieutenant Colonel Franz couldn't wait to ask, "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Stay here, your buttocks will get rusty."

"What? Don't you want to stay here?"

"Don't you think?... Oh, yes, you guys may like this kind of comfortable station." Lieutenant Colonel Franz waved his hand. "But the low-level military officers like me are different. They need to be in Meritorious service on the frontal battlefield."

"Do you know? Since I came to Poland, where did I go wrong? Every time my troops were pulled out to a new place, the Polish troops would be defeated the day before I arrived. When I arrived, I found out that it was drinking the bath water of the person in front of me." He twisted his face, his hairy face resembling a malnourished gorilla, "Which way? I must give me a chance to be loyal to the head of state, I I would rather be hit by a stray bullet on the battlefield and lie down in Hohenlin Qing for a lifetime than I want to build a house here until retirement."

"When did the lieutenant colonel be considered a grassroots officer?" Nelson curled his lips. "Besides, isn't it good to be alive?"

"Alive? It depends on how you live." He began to complain again, "Isn't the lieutenant colonel just a grass-roots officer? To be honest, it's okay for an officer like you to come from the capital. If it's the local secret police, When I came up, I asked me for money. I just came here to make money for him. It's better to kill me with a knife... Good guys, those guys still know that they let me tell me on credit, "This is the rule", and don't ask me for it. Money, their leaders will also ask them for...what a genius."

Nelson was amused, and his tight face softened a little. Lieutenant Colonel Franz climbed along the pole, "You... are you not a secret police? To be honest, I had already given this month's tribute before I was called. Ready."

Nelson stretched out his hand.

"Uh... what are you?" Lieutenant Colonel Franz's smile froze, and he couldn't help but touch his hand in his arms.

"What are you doing? Get a gun?" Nelson said with a smile, "After all, this is the rule. If you don't ask for money, my leader will ask me for it."

"No, it's not a gun... it's a money." Lieutenant Colonel Franz said dejectedly.

"No, just kidding." Nelson shook his head. He felt that the officer in front of him didn't seem to have been poisoned too deeply. He didn't have the fanatical war thinking of the soldier he just saw. "My chiefs don't like this. Some money, let's get down to business, I'm here because there are some situations that require me to understand."

"Okay, sir." Franz's middle-level corrector sat in a distressed position, ready to face Nelson's next questioning.

"Have you found anything unusual in the hills to the north recently?"

"No, sir, we didn't even go there." Lieutenant Colonel Franz reported. "When we first arrived in Auschwitz, we tried to build fortifications in the hills between it and Krakow to the north, but The engineers sent always came back in a muddle-headed manner. The chief of Krakow felt that there must be some magnetic field or supernatural object in the mountain that was obstructing the way to the mountain, so we were forbidden to explore it and applied to the capital for support."

"Yes." Nelson nodded. "We are here to solve this."

"Oh!" Lieutenant Colonel Franz slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, "I remember, you are from the special operations force, please allow me to speak -"

"If there is no accident, you will be able to go into the mountains and build your fortifications in a few days." Nelson interrupted his questioning, "Don't ask anything else."

"Understood, sir."

"How is the ideological education of your team?" Nelson's second question stunned him. "On the way here, I chatted with one of your non-commissioned officers on guard, and I found that they seemed very fanatical. "

"Uh... sir, we have been strictly following the regulations sent from the capital to ideological education for the soldiers below. Is their mind shaken? Whose soldier is, I must deal with it strictly when I look back!"

"No, I mean, the effect of ideological education is very good." Nelson shook his head, "I was moved by their loyalty to the Führer."

"That's good--"

"I mean, don't you think they are too fanatical?" Nelson frowned. "Familiarly want to harm innocent people in other countries. Don't you think this mentality is...very bad?"

"Hahahahaha, sir, you..." Lieutenant Colonel Franz showed a suddenly realized expression, "So you are doing a thought test, don't worry, my thoughts will always follow the head of state, walking in the right place! "

"Um... well." Nelson shook his head disappointedly, and said reluctantly, "Congratulations, you passed the thought test, your performance is indeed blameless."

"The thinking of our combat troops is the most determined!" Lieutenant Colonel Franz grinned proudly, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Of course, I didn't say that an officer in the capital like you is not firm..."

"I know, that's right," Nelson asked, looking at the officer who was racking his brains thinking of excuses, "Do you know what the fortifications you are building will be used for in the future?"

"I know..." Lieutenant Colonel Franz showed a confused expression, seeming to be surprised that Nelson asked such a question, "Isn't it a research facility?"

"Do you know what to study?"

"Research on firearms, study poison gas, study **** people efficiently." Lieutenant Colonel Franz said without changing his face, and corrected, "Oh no, study how to efficiently clear the obstacles in front of our great cause."

"hiss--"

"By the way, I heard that the country is applying to establish a transfer station and prison for detaining and transferring prisoners and prisoners around Krakow, because the railway here is indeed very convenient, and it also helps to easily obtain experimental materials... They said, Lieutenant Colonel Franz scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "They gave this facility a new name, called...what is it called, oh! I remember! Concentration camp, it's called concentration camp!"

"Sir, do you know when the officials assigned to manage the concentration camps will arrive?" He asked, "We have heard the news a long time ago, but there is still no sign."

"Um... it may be a while. You plan to spend the New Year here." Nelson nodded and stood up. "I have learned what I want to know, so I will leave first. Thank you for your cooperation. Don't give it away."

"Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff, don't you want to know about the construction of the fortifications?"

"No, there have been professional surveying and mapping. If you are passive, the Military Law Department will come to you." Not only did Nelson take out the trilby he wears every day, buckle it on his head, and walk towards the door. Go, "If the problem is serious, the state secret police will come."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff." Lieutenant Colonel Franz chased it out, with one hand in his arms and the other stopping Nelson, "This is a little bit of heart..."

He took out the hand from his arms, together with a heavy money bag.

"No, there is no place to spend money." Nelson held his hand and said solemnly, "Now there are too many eyes in the world looking at us, especially here, so you must do things here. Pay attention to influence, international influence, understand? I don't want other people in the world to say that the Aryans are a brutal nation."

"But we—"

"This is just my personal suggestion," Nelson wrapped his coat tightly and whispered, "Although we are Aryans, they are far more people than us, do you understand? There are too many eyes staring here."

"Okay, don't give it away, I will go back by myself." Nelson did not stay, and walked into the cold wind at the turn of Auschwitz in autumn and winter. When he walked out of the camp, the sky was already dark.

"Interesting guy." At the door of the command barracks, Lieutenant Colonel Franz opened the curtain and walked in, sitting in the upper position like Nelson did before, raising his legs on the table, and humming. While holding his finger, walk around the hole on the table in a circle.

"Oh," outside the barracks, Nelson sighed and whispered a spell, "Pitya—"

"I want to cast him a life-killing curse directly. It's great to live in fantasy novels. I can do whatever I want," Nelson shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes. "I really didn't expect this at this time. Wizards can't do anything better than Muggles..."

When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in Luo Li'an's castle, in his room.

Hogsmeade.

It's snowing, and the first snow of this year came very early. Tom wore a scarf embroidered with t in the "nt" combination, which made him feel a little warmer.

He was walking through the alleys of the village when he was suddenly stopped by a small figure.

Tom widened his squinted eyes disturbed by the wind and snow, and fixed his eyes to see that Christian was opening his arms and blocking him in front of him.

The little girl was wearing the newsboy hat that Tom gave her, and there was a Slytherin emblem on it, and a teacup was hanging on her nose, and she stared at herself in full vigor.

"Chris..." Tom scowled and said coldly, "Why are you here? First-year students are not allowed to enter Hogsmeade, and Mrs. Cole will definitely not sign you."

Christian's face bulged, and the teacup hung on her nose and shook it ~www.mtlnovel.com~ It looks so funny, her eyes are getting more and more unfriendly, "I'm going to write to Aunt Bella and tell her ——"

"Okay, Chris, what is this? Why is this teacup hanging on your face?" Tom reached out his hand, trying to remove the teacup from Christian's face. As soon as his hand reached out, he was caught Bitten severely, "Oh-what is this?"

"Relax." He hurriedly drew out his wand, pointed at the teacup, and then shook his arm vigorously, slamming the teacup to the ground, rubbing his red fingers, and asked, "What are you doing? Good fellow, so It hurts, how did you hang on your face for so long."

"I bought this at the Joko Joke Store. I originally wanted to give it to you as a gift." Christian's nose was red, and he was a little bit pitiful as he wanted to cry but couldn't cry. "Unexpectedly, I took a closer look. It bit me and couldn't take it off—"

"Hahaha..." Tom turned around, covered his face, shrugged his shoulders and laughed silently.

"You're still laughing! Tom!" Christian yelled angrily, "Why didn't you take me! I clearly saw you brought a lot of Slytherin first-year students out in secret."

"Chris, you are a Gryffindor." Tom looked at her helplessly, "And your hat should be changed, I will make you a Gryffindor." Jumping to Hogwarts My classmate is Voldemort Chapter 103 Inspection Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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