My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 107

"What's the matter? Rescue Barry?" Nelson took a look at White, and saw that she was chatting with Lorian, so he whispered to Andrea, "Is he caught by Muggles again?"

"..." Andre's facial features curled up like a chrysanthemum, "It's not enough, I don't know what he is doing recently."

"What are you going to do then?" Nelson asked. "You have to find something serious for me to do, right? Staying here every day feels like my bones are going to rust."

"About this job, you can actually learn from your dear Senior Newt." Andre grinned, "You can go to Ifanmoni."

"What? Are you going to be a spy?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "I have to say, I'm getting excited."

"No..." Andre said, "I don't mean that Newt Scamander is a spy. In fact, he won't find anything here, because we didn't have any big plans. I said The reason for learning from him is simply because he has a wealth of experience in the United States-you are studying, or that you only need to go to Ifamuni."

"Is there any reason? Why do I only need to go to Ifamuni?"

"Because it has no class, just like your Hufflepuffs at Hogwarts, it's very suitable for kids like you who suddenly stop studying due to an accident—"

"Will you put any switch on me? As long as I get to Ifamoni, will the bombs you buried there explode?" Nelson ignored the nonsense that Andre was saying, he asked, "Or Say you will become a chipmunk hiding in my box? When I get to Ifamuni, I will run out to assassinate their principal?"

"..." Andre's mouth twitched, turning his head and turning his ears to White and asked, "Does the scars on my face seem so incompatible? I feel like Nelson imagined me like that kind of... "

"Terrorist." White turned his head and looked at Andrei's face, then nodded and said, "Indeed, kind of."

"Okay..." Andrei took the chopsticks awkwardly and awkwardly poked the staple food on the plate, and introduced, "You know the Krakow we have been to before, it is the geographic center of Europe, so we plan to Build a “Witcher Highway” with it as the center. If you want to get rich, build roads, you know, the unchanging truth... If you can go to the United States, I don't need to find someone else to garrison, and you're not quite. Do you like the place in Krakow? If you stay there, you can also be stationed in Krakow. I can give you a higher rank."

"Are you so short of people?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "How many places should one man be stationed?"

"Mainly this kind of work is relatively leisurely." Andre pouted, "and there have been many more important things in the past few years. There is indeed a shortage of manpower."

"Witcher Highway?" Newt raised his head. He keenly felt the point of the words, and pretended to ask casually, "What is that?"

"I believe you are not a spy now, you are too amateur." Andre glanced at him, shrugged and continued, "This is not a shameful thing, Wizard Highway, as the name suggests, just for Wizards provide convenient facilities for travel, similar to the Floo network, but more concentrated and larger in scale-it exerts an agglomeration effect. You may not understand it. This is the latest academic term."

"What's the difference between it and Floo Network?" Newt asked shamelessly, "I mean, since Floo Network can already meet travel needs."

"You have to know that the Floo network of each country is controlled by its own Ministry of Magic. In this case, international travel can only use some more complicated methods." Andre explained patiently, " While Apparition, on the one hand, Apparition can only go to places that have been visited; on the other hand, although everyone at our table can, but for most wizards, Apparition is still a more difficult magic. "

"I won't." Nelson raised his hand and said weakly.

"I teach you." Newt smiled and rubbed his hair. "I believe you will learn it soon."

"This is the real project to benefit the people," Andre continued triumphantly. "When you preach the threat of our saints every day, only we really think about how to make wizards' lives more convenient."

"I didn't... Your highway does sound pretty good." Newt opened his mouth and argued, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, and stopped talking.

"So compared to the Floo Network, this'Witcher Highway' can also transport bulk goods quickly?" Nelson interrupted suddenly.

"Ah..." Andre opened his mouth, sluggishly making no sound. After a while, he shook his head and smiled awkwardly, "Nelson, we are all in the same group."

"When shall I go?" After chatting to the dead, he changed the subject abruptly, which is Nelson's masterpiece.

"After some time, when the highway is repaired, we have to wait until next year. Can it be after the new year?"

"Yes." Nelson put down his chopsticks, looked at the empty plate and nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Then I will add an extra to the agenda."

"Well, you can prepare." Andre glanced around the table and found that only the plate in front of him was scumbed on the table because of his inability to use utensils proficiently. "Is everyone full? Are there any arrangements for later? ?"

"I'll take Luo Li Ann around, so gentlemen don't get in." White wiped his mouth gracefully, and floated out like a swan, taking Luo Li Ann's hand.

"I want to go to the mountain in the suburbs." Nelson put on his hat, picked up his cane, got up and walked to the front desk to pay the bill, leaving Newt and Andre sitting in place, staring at them.

"I'll accompany Nelson and explain to him the principle of apparition by the way." Newt picked up the box and left with a stride, leaving Andre sitting at the table, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Widowed old man..."

"Nelson, wait for me." Nelson walked out of the store and looked back and saw Newt, who had the same hair and color as himself, trot after him and stopped.

"Senior Newt."

"I'll be with you." Newt gave a shy smile and followed Nelson onto the tram.

"Senior Newt, why are you so aggressive in front of Andre?" There were only two of them in the empty tram. After a period of silence, Nelson asked curiously, "I remember meeting you for the first time. It doesn't add up to that much time to talk about the meal just now."

"You really have a talent for chatting, Nelson." Newt said in a daze, "Everyone has two faces. If I be gentle or friendly to those saints, they will get worse."

"Is that so..." Nelson thought.

"Isn't it?" Newt asked rhetorically. "Aren't you called Nelson Williams? But here, your name is Wiltening, isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"I take the liberty to ask, do you have anything to do with the Wiltenings of Boothbat?"

"They are my biological parents." Nelson cast his gaze out of the window, traveling back and forth among the mountains in the suburbs. "We are going to visit them now."

"Sorry……"

"It's okay. Actually, I don't have any impression of them." Nelson looked back. "I'm just curious, why do so many people know them? Were they famous back then?"

"Yes, they are very famous." Newt's gaze was also blurred. "They are also very good. They are the best people. I didn't expect them to be buried here."

"Do you know them?"

"I don't know each other, but I have a relationship with them." Newt thought for a moment, then suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at his temple, while asking, "Have you never met your parents?"

"I think I must have seen it, but I have no memory." Nelson raised his head and looked at Newt's forehead. Under the lead of his wand, wisps of silver mist flowed out of his temple and he got out of the box. He took out a small crystal bottle and stuffed the silver mist in like a piece of tulle. The silver mist in the bottle was like gas and liquid, shining with mysterious silver light. Nelson asked, "This is what?"

"This is a memory." Newt plugged the bottle with a cork and handed the bottle to Nelson. "I am not very good at talking, but I think you must really want to know your parents, right? I copy my memory of them. I have given you a copy. When you encounter the opportunity to read your memory, you can use it to get to know them in my eyes."

"A chance to read memories..." Nelson thought, thinking of a broken washbasin in Dumbledore's office, "Can you tell me roughly what kind of people they are?"

"I can't tell," Newt shook his head apologetically. "But after learning that you are their child, I became even more puzzled about why you were here. After Grindelwald escaped from prison. They were the people who fought at the forefront of the war in Beijing. That battle was really tragic... The whole Paris couldn't stop burning."

"Did you see the battle?" The tram ran smoothly, but Nelson's hand still gripped the handrail tightly.

"Yes, I was looking for Nick LeMay in Paris at the time." Newt showed a look of memory. "They are really very powerful wizards and wizards. Two of them can hold Grindelwald, your father's deformed water. Surrounding the entire city of Paris, it looks like that kind of magical animal called'dragon' in Eastern legends. It extinguishes more than half of the fierce fire. Your mother is also very good, but I don't understand the magic."

Nelson stretched out his other hand and took the handrail on the other side.

"Your mother looked weak at the time, but she was still very brave." A trace of admiration appeared on Newt's face. He thought about it and asked, "She should have just given birth to you at that time, your birthday. When is it?"

"It's January 1st."

"New Year, a good day."

"Tom, where did you go this New Year? I remember you spent the previous New Year with Williams, right?"

Hogwarts, Slytherin Tower, in Slughorn's office, Slytherin Dean Professor Slughorn gazed at Tom, who was seriously helping him with potion materials, and asked with concern.

"Yes, Professor." Tom put down the pupa in his hand, raised his head and replied, "I might go back to the orphanage or stay in school. I grew up in the orphanage. The Gnar family is my family, but he ..."

He lowered his head, his sharp face was hidden in the shadow of his neckline, and his expression was blocked by his half-length black hair.

"Sorry... Tom." Slughorn stood up, went to the wine cabinet and picked out a bottle of mead, took out two more glasses and filled them, and put one in front of Tom.

"It's okay, Professor." Tom raised his head and smiled at him again, raising his eyebrows while looking at the wine glass in front of him.

"Drink, boy." Slughorn patted him on the shoulder, took his glass and drank it, "I think you need it, it's okay, this wine is easy to drink and has a low degree."

"Thank you, Professor." Tom raised his glass and took a sip. The smell of alcohol hit his head and he blinked vigorously.

"I understand you, boy. When I was young, I had friends like your Mr. Williams." Slughorn filled himself with another glass, raised his eyebrows at Tom, raised his glass and touched him. , "It's still long in the days to come, I'll see each other again."

"Yes, Professor." Tom nodded. He could see that Slughorn didn't seem to care about the Slytherin student as Gnar. He followed the professor's words and said, "I often write to him this year. I just can't see it."

"You can think so." Slughorn nodded, picked up a box of pupae on the table, and said admiringly, "You handled them very well, Tom, you have helped me a lot this year. , I think your confinement can end early, what do you think?"

Because the impact of the night travel incident in the first grade was extremely bad, Tom, who took responsibility for his responsibility, was punished for two years in confinement, but he did not rely on the dean's liking to evade punishment, but took the initiative to take over everyone's unwillingness to do it. The thing-the medicinal materials needed for Slughorn to deal with the potions class. During the year of confinement, he learned a lot of knowledge from this, and Slughorn's appreciation for him became even stronger.

"No, Professor, this will make you embarrassed." Tom shook his head. He bit his thin lip, looking like a good gentleman who made himself wronged for others, "And he helped you so powerfully. I have learned a lot when an erudite wizard does things. This kind of opportunity is a rare opportunity for others in their lifetime."

"Hahahaha~" Hearing Tom's unobtrusive compliment, Slughorn was relaxed and laughed like a barbell. "Then you are very welcome, just ask if you want to know, you are too shy. Shy, Tom."

"I've never been polite, Professor, I have learned too much knowledge from you, but your knowledge is too broad, so I always feel that I haven't asked anything." Tom chuckled lightly, which made Slugho. En happier, he picked up the pupa he had just processed and asked, "By the way, Professor, is this the pupa of the ghost face moth?"

"Yes, you still know it?"

"Yes, Professor, after all, my teacher is a world-famous potion master. I also read a lot of books about potions." Because of the mead, Tom's cheeks were flushed, and he was shy. He smiled and asked impolitely as if he was drunk, "Professor, is this thing precious? Can I take one back and store it? I think it's very beautiful."

"Very well, Tom, discovering the beauty of potions is an important step towards a higher level of potions." Slughorn received too many surprises today, and he waved his hand. "Take whatever you like, take it as you like, yes. Now, do you know what potion it is for?"

"I don't know, Professor." Tom picked up one of the most symmetrical and full pupa and carefully put it in his pocket. He looked drunk. He said too many compliments because of alcohol tonight, as if He speaks truthfully after drinking, but the flashing red light in his eyes confirms that he is more calm and sober than ever, "I have only heard of its name, but the introduction of its use in books is always vague. , I think only the top potion masters will understand the use of this rare material."

"Hahaha, you don't know it's normal. This is not your course content, but my private collection." Slughorn patted his stomach, making it tremble like jelly, and explained, "For now It is said that the pupa of the ghost face hawkmoth has only one purpose in potions, and that is to formulate a potion to assist Animagus's practice."

"You are so amazing!" Tom looked at him admiringly and complimented, "I didn't expect you to even know this kind of advanced knowledge..."

"I know a lot~www.mtlnovel.com~ Slughorn proudly stiffened his belly. "You can follow me to learn a lot of profound magic and potions that you can't imagine, and simple teaching in school. But it's different, I can train you into a true elite. "

"Really?" Tom asked excitedly, "Can I really learn from a wizard like you?"

"Yes, Tom." Slughorn said gratifyingly, looking at the energetic student in front of him, "I have a way of knowing people. As long as I value people, there will always be great achievements, and you are The student I admire most now."

"Really...Professor?" Tom looked less confident on the contrary. He looked at Slughorn with a half confused and half yearning look, and his voice became quieter, "Do you think I can?" "

"Yes, Tom, I have never missed anyone," Slughorn nodded earnestly, "You said you have nowhere to go in the New Year. Why don't you go to a party with me? This is something I looked forward to. The club formed by the students, they, and you in the future, are all elites among the elite."

"Thank you, professor." Tom's expression became more and more excited.

"This club has an interesting name, I want to invite you to participate." Slughorn invited, stroking his stomach, "It has a cute name, it's called the Slug Club." Jumping to Hogwarts My classmate is Voldemort Chapter 107 Slug Club Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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