My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 159

"Name?"

Even in the quagmire of war, many government departments still did not shut down. In the lobby of the British Customs, a middle-aged lady with a deep legal pattern was staring suspiciously at Nelson, who was going through customs formalities.

"Nelson Wiltning Williams." Nelson took off his trilby and held it in his arms, allowing the officials to examine his face.

"Occupation?" She carefully compared the photo to Nelson himself, nodded, took out a seal and pressed it to the lower part of the top sheet of paper in front of the stack of documents.

"I'm an intern reporter for the Paris Daily." Nelson took out a piece of paper from her arms and shook it in front of the customs officer's eyes. Her eyes were in a trance for a moment, and she blinked vigorously and nodded seriously. As recorded on the above, he asked, "Has France hired such a young reporter now?"

"Madam, are there eleven or twelve-year-old child laborers everywhere in the British factories? Besides, it's messy and messed up. It's not easy to find staff," Nelson explained, in order to prove the authenticity of his profession. , He took out a camera from the bag behind him, and took it to the customs officials to take a photo. "After all, in this age, not many people are willing to be war reporters."

"That's true," the official nodded again, and was in a daze again affectionately, "My daughter is as old as you, and is now a nurse in London."

"She is really a brave girl," Nelson praised heartily, and then complimented: "Madam, you are also a great mother."

"It's all for Britain, isn't it?" The customs officer smiled contentedly, and continued to ask, "How did you get back? It's not that difficult to run from the mainland."

"Madam, we journalists have a certain network. After all, we have to leave a way for ourselves to do this kind of work," Nelson explained, raising an eyebrow, "My guardian is a German, and I have been skilled since I was a child. I have mastered German, besides this, our family also has a certain relationship there... So I came back with this construction team."

"Oh! I see!" Seeing that Nelson was about to fall into the chattering questioning, the man in the suit behind him put his hand in his pocket, and the customs officer said suddenly, "Go home! Your family and friends may be able to wait. I'm in a hurry, but we must be careful."

"Thank you, ma'am." Nelson smiled and saluted, picked up a trilby hat on his head, turned and walked out of the office with the camera, a few serious-faced men in suits lined up on both sides and walked out with him.

"My lord, you don't need to talk too much with these Muggles," a man in a suit squeezed forward as soon as he walked out the door, "just leave these things to the people below us."

"How can you think that? What are you going to do? Give her a confusing spell?" A faint of disgust flashed in Nelson's eyes, but he quickly turned his head and looked at the depressed street before him, and said, "Muggle's. The brain can't bear the damage of the curse, she may become a fool for this."

"My lord, you are so kind." Listening to the voice, the man in the suit is the stupid saint on the boat.

"This is not kindness. You must know that what the saints do are not unscrupulous fanatics," Nelson said, turning his face away, too lazy to look at him. "To get others to accept the new order, you must first abide by it The old order, do you understand? Mike, if all of you go through customs and are solved by an obfuscation curse, then wait until the saints establish their own customs, do you have to give each official a defensive obfuscation curse? helmet?"

"What you said is." The dull Mike was about to say something. Another man in a suit stepped forward, lowered his head and said, "We can't trample on order at will. This is a truth."

This second man in a suit was the winking saint on the ship. He turned his head and spoke to Mike, "Listen to what your lord says, don't be scornful!"

"Hmph, Okafor is much smarter." Nelson pouted and didn't say much. If it wasn't because Mike was the most proficient in building magic, Nelson even had the intention to transfer him to the South Pole to study magic penguins.

He took two steps forward, breathing in the smog familiar to the British Empire, exhaling briskly, and silently saying in his heart: "I'm back!"

A group of men in suits surrounded Nelson in an arc, and these strange guys attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Are you going to repair it?" Nelson turned his head and asked happily, "Then you go!"

"My lord, we have to follow you, Master Zweig ordered to protect your safety."

Okafor kicked Mike with his heels. He lowered his head and walked up reluctantly. After three years of getting along, he deeply realized the moodiness of this son who loves to find fault. Seeing Nelson's emotions now Very good, no one wants to come up with bad luck-after all, the number of people in the previous team was twice as many as now, and those colleagues who were investigating magic penguins in Antarctica were a lesson for them.

"You? Protect me?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you busy repairing buildings? I saw you unloading toilets on the dock before."

"My lord, those British officials dare not let us do this kind of important link," Okafor explained. "We are just going to settle the balance. They are going to do the transfer and protection magic of the building themselves."

"Then let's count the balance," Nelson curled his lips and looked at a group of men in suits with strong underworld temperament behind him. "You people like you are following me. I'm afraid I will be attacked every half an hour. "

After that, he raised his arm and waved at this "professional team", and disappeared in the same place in the next second.

"Uh..." Okafor stood on the spot and waved his hand, looking at the empty ground in front of him, and shook his head helplessly. Thanks to their arc, Nelson's disappearance was not noticed by any passerby, only an owl stood. He twisted his neck on the pillar on the roof of the customs building, but kept his eyes fixed on the group of people under his feet.

"Okay, let's go to the British Ministry of Magic," Mike waved his hand irritably. "Do you think you can find him? Let's go to Master Zweig."

Nelson found a secluded path at random, took out his wand and held it in front of him, while covering his mouth and nose with a hand, this smog smelling of sulfur always made him feel like he was being buried in volcanic ash.

After only a few seconds, a three-story purple bus suddenly appeared in front of him. Nelson rubbed his eyes. He thought that the Cavaliers bus had a different paint. It turned out that a layer was dropped on the body. Thick gray.

Compared with the last trip, the Cavaliers bus is a bit older. There is a crack across the left headlight on the front of the car. It was wrapped up with a huge piece of gauze. Nelson didn't understand why the car should be repaired with gauze. Could the headlights be infected? ? He shrugged and walked into the open car door.

"Go to Hangleton."

After getting in the car, Nelson looked around at will and found that the young conductor was missing. Only the driver's hoarse voice came from the front: "Just put the money in the coin box, and there is a board next to it that writes the price. Remember ticket."

"Where's Ern? The wizard who was the conductor before, Ern Plan?" Nelson took a Gallon from his pocket and threw it into the cash box. "Give me another cup of hot cocoa and prepare a hot towel. , I will wipe my face when I get off the car."

"There is no conductor in this car. If you want to pick it up by yourself at the restaurant on the second floor, you can put the money in it." The driver's voice was hoarse and tired. He turned around, looked at Nelson at the door, and asked. "What do you find me for?"

Nelson looked at the driver in the front of the car intently and found that it was the former conductor who was sitting in the cab. He was wearing a pair of glasses taped up with tape, his beard and hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and he was wearing a dirty one. The dragon leather jacket, with drooping eyelids, could not see the previous anger.

"Oh? Are you really a driver?" Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes," Erne lowered his head slightly, staring at Nelson from the top of his glasses, and after a while he stretched his brows, "It's you? The gentleman who'predicted' me becoming a driver before?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded. "Is the prediction accurate?"

"Very accurate," Erne shook his head with a wry smile, "I would rather your predictions be less accurate."

"What's wrong? What about the previous driver?" Nelson asked curiously, stepping one foot up the stairs.

"I was hit by those lunatics in Newmondgard and retired." Earne snorted and turned his head. He didn't seem to want to continue the topic anymore. His hoarse voice came from the front, "Sir, you Hurry up and find a place to sit by yourself. I am driving a bit in a hurry, please be careful."

Nelson nodded, walked up to the third floor, and sat down next to the window in the third-to-last row. Looking at the scenery outside the window as if with a gray filter, he was lost in thought.

"What happened?"

Earne is indeed a new driver. He does not seem to be proficient in the steering wheel. The Cavaliers bus ran across the street and drove on the sidewalk for a while, but the lampposts, post boxes and buildings facing the street on the side of the street when the car came Always avoiding just right, making the driving become unpredictable, but this kind of violent braking, violent accelerator and violent steering made Nelson sitting in the car nauseous, and after a while, he was groggy and entered. Dreamland.

"Hangerton, Hangerton is here."

I don't know how long Ern's hoarse voice sounded in the carriage. Nelson woke up from his dream and felt dry and dry. He rubbed his eyes, took out a water glass from his pocket, and unscrewed the lid to drink. water.

He lifted his limp feet and walked downstairs, sitting on the horse stud next to the car door and waiting. Seeing a wizard who wrapped himself tightly was also waiting to get out of the car, Nelson nodded and hit After greeting, he stayed in place and looked out the window without saying a word.

After experiencing a sudden brake that was enough to throw him 20 or 30 meters away from the armrest, the car door slowly opened in front of Nelson. Outside the door was a dusty path. He jumped off the car, I stamped my numb feet on the dirt road and looked at the strange and familiar village in front of me.

"Come to Hangleton to find someone?"

The wizard who was waiting to get out of the car with him jumped down behind him, the car closed the door, the engine roared, and the catapult started and disappeared in place, arousing even greater smoke and dust in the sky.

"Ahem," Nelson replied, covering his nose, coughing and disappearing, standing out of the dust, "Yes, do you live here?"

"Yes, I live here." The visitor walked out of the smoke and opened the high collar, revealing a long young face. Nelson silently compared the length of him and Newt's senior, standing five meters Looking at him from a distance.

"Hello, lucky meeting." Nelson said hello.

"Phantom shifting is very skilled!" The wizard raised his eyebrows, and said familiarly, "Are you coming here to find someone? The wizards who live here are all mischievous."

"Don't you live here too?" Nelson asked rhetorically.

"Hahaha!" The wizard smiled, and when the smoke cleared, he walked on the dirt road and walked in the direction of Hangleton, "Of course I am in the middle of the world, and no one who lives here is not in the middle of the world! Although I have gone out, I never deny that I come from a place where it is indiscriminate."

"You don't look like an underdog," Nelson said, waiting for the wizard to take a few steps forward before he stepped onto the roadbed and walked in the same direction.

"Of course not, because I haven't been back in a long time." The wizard shrugged and asked, "Go to Big Hangleton or Little Hangleton?"

"Little Hangleton~www.mtlnovel.com~ Oh? Go find the Riddles there?" The wizard turned his head and asked in surprise, "I heard that there was a witch in their house a few years ago. "

"Can't I go find a Muggle?" Nelson asked impatiently. "For example, I'm just a Muggle. Come and talk to a certain Muggle for business."

"How can a Muggle apparate." The wizard didn't seem to hear the sense of distance in Nelson's tone, but said cheerfully, "Will you go back together later? Then the Knight Bus doesn't have to run again." ."

Nelson stood at a fork in the road, one clean and spacious, and the other bumpy. He walked down the clean road and shrugged. "Let's talk about it if you meet."

"Okay," the wizard nodded and walked in the direction of Great Hangleton.

When the wizard disappeared in the woods around the corner, Nelson raised his head and looked at the luxurious manor on the hill in the distance. He silently matched it in his heart and walked in the direction of the manor.

On the telephone pole at the entrance of the village, most of the missing persons notice was torn off, and the rest was also blackened with ink. Nelson exhaled, adjusted his collar and cuffs, and flicked a feather from his shoulder, he stared He squinted his eyes with the slowly falling feathers and looked at the hill opposite Riddle's house. My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 159 I'm back! Green Reading-My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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