My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 131

"is it here?"

Under the hotel building, Tom, who was pacing back and forth in front of an inconspicuous small wooden door, carefully took out a newspaper clipping from his personal pocket. This newspaper clipping was much thinner than a normal newspaper with two deep folds in the shape of a cross. It is divided into four parts by the mark, and the corners are also burred. It can be seen that the owner of the newspaper clipping often takes it out and reads it.

This building occupies a prime location close to the Paris Opera House, and is only two blocks away from the Paris Daily News. Close to the street is a row of bright floor-to-ceiling windows. On the first floor of the hotel is a fine dining restaurant, dressed in uniforms. The waiter held his plate and walked among the customers. The weird thing was that it was a working day morning, and the restaurant was still full of seats.

Tom clutched the newspaper clipping tightly. Even though he had read the above content countless times, Tom opened it again and carefully checked the address on it.

"Upstairs?"

His heart beats violently. Tom hasn't felt this tension for a long time. He attached his right hand to his chest, breathing in the fresh air of Paris in the early morning, calming his nervous mood, and looking down at himself. Dressed appropriately, he bent down and took out a handkerchief to wipe his shoes, fiddled with the bow tie, trimmed the collar of his coat, and drew his hair against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, and then walked towards the door with his head swaggered.

He walked to the door and gently opened the door of the restaurant. Before he tried hard, the waiter standing waiting at the door had already opened the door for him.

"Good morning, sir." The waitress bowed and saluted.

Tom nodded, and a waiter who had been standing on the phone for a long time came to him. The French translation package that Tom bought in a hidden place had not expired, so he picked up the newspaper clippings and asked, "I want to find this Sir, can you take me there?"

"Okay, sir." The waiter glanced at the address, nodded, took Tom to the glass door on the side of the hotel, and explained, "You are going to the hotel upstairs. Sorry, because of this The building is too old, and the front entrance of the hotel is a bit unremarkable. It is difficult for the first time guests to find the entrance... I will take you to the hotel lobby, and then there will be a waiter on that side to meet you."

"Okay, thank you." Tom took off his hat, followed the waiter through the glass door, and walked into the hotel lobby. When he saw the location, he recalled for a moment, and then remembered where the hotel door is. He passed by several times. At the small wooden door, he took out a franc with a small face value and thanked him, "Excuse me."

The waiter smiled and took the tip, led him to the sofa in the lobby, told him to sit down first, and trot to the reception desk by himself.

Tom played with the ashtray on the table boredly, and looked at the glorious lobby outside but inside. He saw a huge oil painting on the wall behind the front desk, even if it was a fake, it was worth a lot of money.

A potbellied Muggle businessman hurriedly walked out of the hotel lobby. While looking at his watch, he held a stack of papers and kept talking. It seemed that there was an urgent business deal, but when he walked to the door, he was just getting ready. When he pushed the door out, he showed a dazed expression, scratching his head and said, "Ah...I forgot that my slippers in the hotel room were not neatly arranged, I should go back and fix them..."

Having said that, he rolled up the documents into a roll, stuffed it in his pocket casually, and walked back to the stairs with a blank face.

"Muggle expulsion curse?" Tom put the ashtray back on the table. He also knew something about this magic. At the moment, he thought solemnly, "If a Muggle expulsion curse is cast on Paris, then this place should have become an empty city. Now... It seems that they only cast this spell on the street. What kind of detailed control ability does this have?"

While no one was around, Tom surreptitiously opened the zipper of the backpack, pulled the box out and put it next to him, and then stuffed the backpack into the box. Even if the box was not cast without the Traceless Stretching Curse, but still stuffed an empty bag in. Easily, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching the surroundings while waiting for someone called by the waiter.

He observed the streets of Paris through the glass door on the side and the glass curtain wall outside the hotel. Above the city's tallest landmark, the Eiffel Tower, a cloud of black gauze wrapped the entire spire like a heavy black mist. But the Muggles seemed to have seen nothing, they should eat, drink, and never thought of going out.

"Sir?" Just as Tom was wandering around the world, a crisp voice rang in his ears. Tom blinked, turned his head, and saw a round-faced girl in professional attire standing beside him.

"Hello, sir, I heard that you are going to find Mr. Tom Riddle?"

"Yes," Tom raised his head, revealing the face that is almost a household name in Paris, and said softly, "I am Tom Riddle who wants to find that..."

He struggled for a while, and said in a smaller voice, "Gellert Grindelwald."

"Ah!" The girl opened her mouth in an o-shape in shock, and hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, start to digest the news in a daze.

"What is it?" Tom looked at her performance, shocked in his heart, "Am I so famous?"

"Mr. Grindelwald!" The girl slowed her mind and said in a loud voice, "I'll take you up here. Can you sign me?"

"okay-"

As soon as Tom stood up, his speech was interrupted by the manager behind the counter. A tall, thin man in a purple suit yelled, "Do your own thing, doorman!"

"Okay! Mr. Gustav!" The girl hurriedly turned to the manager, bowed a ninety degree, and replied nervously, "I'll take this gentleman up here!"

The manager did not speak any more, and went back to the counter to do his business.

"I mean, let me open a room first. I might have to live in Paris for a few days." Tom asked the girl to call a waiter, hand him a stack of money, and hand the suitcase to the waiter , Said, "Help me put the box in the room, and leave the key in the lobby. I will come down to pick it up in a while... Uh, the standard room will do."

After ordering the waiter, the girl led Tom and walked upstairs along the gorgeous spiral staircase at the back of the lobby. She curiously asked, "Mr. Grindelwald, do you have any new works in Paris this time?"

The more Tom walked up, the nervousness that calmed down at the door of the restaurant surfaced again. Seeing the girl in front of him, she was thinking of saying something to ease her mood. She didn't expect to speak first, so she answered casually, "Maybe. , Still considering."

Tom was already dead about the stage name related matters. He was not afraid of boiling water. He shrugged, changed a lighter topic, and asked, "Is your manager always so irritable?"

The girl ignored him, which made Tom feel even more embarrassed.

She walked in front of her head for a while, only to find that Tom was talking to herself, turned her head and replied, "No, sir, Mr. Gustav is a very gentle person, but recently encountered some annoying things."

"What's upsetting?" Tom didn't even know what he was talking about. He just asked unconsciously. The closer he got to the top floor, the more fear he got.

"Mr. Gustav's brother became a manager in a prestigious hotel, which made him a little discouraged," said the girl, holding her fist and waving, "but Mr. Gustav is not bad. Although his brother's hotel is good, the place is not as bustling as Paris..."

"That's really great..." Tom didn't hear what the girl was talking about. The two were not on the same channel at all, and his thinking had diverged until he was going to meet him later.

"Hello, Mr. Riddle? No, it's too stiff."

"Coincidentally, my name is Tom Riddle?" Tom shook his head. "No, it sounds like what Alphad or Jonas would say."

"I'm the Gellert Grindelwald you're looking for?" Tom covered his face, "I will be killed by the saints when I walk out of the hotel? Sure?"

"You may be my father?" He stretched out his hands and patted his cheek, which was also rejected.

"Mr. Grindelwald?" The girl noticed that Tom was talking to herself all the time, just as an artist's quirk, but when Tom's condition seemed more serious, she couldn't help but pointed to the apartment in front of her. The dark wooden door asked, "What's wrong with you? Here we are."

"Nothing." Tom regained his senses, pulled his mind back from the universe, and said seriously, "Thank you for bringing me up."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." The girl waved her hand and refused, "Sir, I am a doorman for internships and can't charge tips."

"Not letting the doorman tip is why your manager is inferior to his brother," Tom gave him the money, stood at the door, ready to chat with the girl for a while, and asked, "I have always been curious about why you can do it. Doorman, if I remember correctly, they should all be men."

"That's because of me—"

The girl was about to explain. The dark wooden door opened from the inside, and a tall old man with a white beard came out carrying a water bottle. He lowered his head, glanced at the two people standing at the door, and walked towards the corridor. Go to the deep water room.

"That's because I walked through the back door," the girl blushed and whispered, "but I will prove that women can also do these publicity jobs instead of being a so-and-so wife at home!"

"Uh... I believe you, come on," To tell the truth, Tom thought the girl was already unqualified as a doorman, and she said too much to the customer that shouldn't be said-but out of courtesy, he still encouraged. "I fully support your business. Does your hotel have any service scores? I will give you five points in a while."

"Yes, sir." the girl replied, "but the perfect score is 10..."

Tom felt something stuck in his throat, opened his mouth, and was about to say something. The old man who came out with the pot before stepped back and stood in front of Tom with a hairy look. Staring at Tom's face, he even stretched out his hand to poke Tom in the face.

"Stop it." Tom blocked his restless paws, frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The old man looked around and saw the girl behind Tom. He winked and asked her to leave quickly. At this time, the girl had some doorman qualities and disappeared in the corridor without making a sound.

The old man's empty hands trembled a little, and he asked tentatively, "Are you here to see the master?"

"Who?" Tom hates these riddlers who don't understand the speech the most in his life, especially when the riddler stares at him uncomfortably.

"Master Riddle, Tom Riddle." The old man said the name in front of Tom as if exhausting all his energy. He opened his eyes wider and scanned Tom's face carefully, as if he wanted to find something. .

"Yes, can you just stare at me." Tom suppressed his unhappiness, looked directly at the old man's eyes, opened his hands and asked, "Is there any problem? I heard he was looking for that report. Gellert Grindelwald, so here I am, what's the matter?"

"Nothing...Nothing." A sickly flush came on the old man's pale face covered with age spots, and the valuable water bottle in his hand was thrown on the ground with a "clang", and he rubbed his hand awkwardly on his body. Holding Tom's hand that hadn't had time to retract, he shook his hand very hard, as if afraid that Tom would run away, repeating in his mouth over and over again, "Too alike...too alike, really too alike!"

"Like what?" Tom took some effort before he took his hand from the old man's hand. He held the hat in one hand and backed his back with the other, and took a step back.

"Sorry, sir... I'm Master Riddle's butler." The old man realized his gaffe, bowed to apologize, bent over to open the door for Tom, and said, "You will understand when you go in. Master is in the reception room. Inside."

Tom nodded, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is also the purpose of his coming here. He took a deep breath and walked towards the suite, passing by the housekeeper and making a slight circle from the side.

Passing through a long corridor covered with expensive carpets, Tom saw the whole view of the reception room, and the butler followed Tom in.

What you see is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, the thick flannel curtains are opened, and the gauze curtains are still closed. The morning sun fills the room with warm orange light, and the looming black gauze floats outside the window. Tom looks to both sides Go, a fireplace embedded in the wall was burning, the wood crackled and exploded, and the whole reception room was filled with a scent of pine.

A leather sofa was placed not far from the fireplace, and there was a person sitting on it, only the gray hair above his head was exposed, and a young manservant stood quietly on the side.

On the opposite side of this sofa was an identical sofa. Tom walked to the sofa without saying a word, and the valet stayed in place like a sculpture.

Tom sat on the sofa, put his right leg on his left knee, tilted his head and saw that the man on the opposite sofa looked even older than the housekeeper, and the burning fire couldn't make his pale face stained with red. , He was lying on the sofa and napping in the same posture as Tom.

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