My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 180

"Ah... London air."

In the morning, Nelson was sitting on the wooden table in the Broken Cauldron Bar, with a stack of fried eggs and bread slices in front of him, as well as some milk, fruit, and seasonings. The bar owner piled breakfast on this table. Just wipe the cup that he can't finish, and let the diners take it for themselves.

Tom inserted an omelette, sandwiched it with slices of bread, and stuffed a slice of tomato that he didn't know where he got from, made a simple sandwich, pinched a big bite, and asked, "The taste of London. What is that? Does the smell of industrial waste gas smell?"

"Don't you think it smells like a sea?" Nelson said, "I rarely smell it in the United States and continental Europe."

"Oh, what you said may be moldy. The place at the Broken Cauldron Bar is shady, so it smells musty all year round," Tom shrugged and made himself a sandwich again, noting Nelson staring at him. With a weird look, he put the sandwich on the plate and pushed it in Nelson's direction, "What's wrong with you? Are you going to eat it? This is for you."

"No, thank you." Nelson drank the last sip of milk in the glass and declined, "I'm just curious, where did you get this tomato?"

"Wuhen stretch curse," Seeing that Nelson didn't want to eat the sandwich, Tom grabbed it, took a big bite, and said vaguely, "Isn't it what you taught me? This magic works really well. "

Nelson didn't know what to say, he got up from the table, put his hat on the side, and said, "I'll get two shopping bags. You will wait for me here."

"go Go!"

Tom went to fight breakfast without looking up.

"Where shall we go first?"

Passing through the brick wall at the back door of the Broken Cauldron Bar, Nelson stood under the awning at the entrance of Diagon Alley. To this wizard who had been wandering for many years, all the sights in Diagon Alley seemed so strange and strange, he saw Looking at the tallest spire studded with a clock in the distance, he raised his hand somewhat happily, pointed at it and said, "That's Gringotts, right! It seems I haven't forgotten them all."

"Hmm..." Tom followed his fingers, squinted his eyes for a moment, turned his head and said, "I'm sorry to tell you that you misread it. That is the headquarters of the Daily Prophet. Gringotts is here. opposite."

"Probably the direction is right, isn't it?" Nelson shrugged.

"You're right to say that. After all, you are at the east end of Diagon Alley. You point to the west. Everything is in the right direction." Tom ruthlessly pierced Nelson's explanation and frowned. He glanced at the hat on his head, pursed his lips, and then said, "Nal, I wanted to say from a while ago, you have worn this trilby for too long, and there is a dress shop in front of you, do you want me to give it to Do you buy a new one as a gift?"

"No need," Nelson shook his head. "What gifts do you give every year and every season, not to mention the reason why I wear it all the time is a habit. Now I feel uncomfortable when I go out without wearing this hat."

"Okay." Tom nodded, took a deep look at the trilby on Nelson's head, covered his chest, as if grasping something in the shirt, and then let go, without saying much.

"Let's go and sell things with you first, and then take me to the alchemy shop and the herbal shop. I will find the mandela grass and add some materials by the way-I also sent some things to Gringotts," Nelson Lifting his legs out of the awning area, today is a rare sunny day. The harsh sunlight made his eyes tingling accustomed to cloudy days. Nelson took out the sunglasses made by Tom from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose. He looked like an old wealthy landlord from Wales. He turned his head and looked at the brightly colored world behind the sunglasses. He dragged Tom forward. "The entrance to Knockoff Alley is at the end of Diagon Alley, right? Go west. Should I just keep walking?"

"You learn and use it," Tom nodded and followed, "Actually, it should be sold in Diagon Alley, but although the procedures are complete, they are all profiteers and keep the prices low! I sold a Slytherin quill pen before. I have tested the magic inside. It was from that era. It may be a pen that helped him automatically write meeting minutes. It has a very high collection value. Guess Dijiao Alley What did the antique dealer tell me?"

"what?"

"He took out a snuff bottle from the counter and said it was used by Merlin, and exchanged that snuff bottle for my pen," Tom said angrily, pointing to a dark-looking antique shop by the fire." This is the shop, a two-inch wide emerald, he gave me ten gallons."

"You didn't sell it to him, did you?"

"Of course I didn't. I asked Walburga specifically for the price. She told me that the market price of those things is very high, and if they are sold to some families, they can even sell higher numbers."

"Why don't you sell it directly to him?" Taking advantage of Tom's curse, Nelson had bought two sundaes, handed them one to Tom, and motioned for him to elaborate, "Have some desserts, and see if you speak your words. Dry tongue."

When Nelson walked to the window of the drink shop, a period of memories came to his mind. This was the first stop for him and Tom to enter the wizarding world, so the impression was particularly deep. It was here that they met Brother Black, Deng Blido also gave them the question mark and Tom's Streaked Owl.

I remember that there was a snowy owl in the pet store that I was going to sell to Alphad... Nelson's eyes drifted to the corner of the street following his thoughts, but he was surprised to find that the store that should sell pets had already taken off the plaque. , The door was closed tightly, and it seemed that it hadn't been opened for a long time.

"Of course I can't sell it to her. Think about it, that kind of pure-blooded family has in-depth research on genealogy, and they must be able to easily see who the things I sell belong to." Tom talked freely, noting Nelson's eyes, he added, "Oh, yes, do you remember that when we came to Diagon Alley to buy pets in first grade, we were scolded by a pet shop owner as Mudblood? It's the one you are looking at now. Shop, I've taken down this facade—this is what I told you to show you."

"You are really a real estate wizard." Nelson twitched his nose, and he hadn't opened for a few years. The shop was still filled with the smelly smell of pet shops.

Tom took out a bunch of brass-colored keys, hooked them with his index finger and flicked them around, "I put some inconvenient things here, although it is a waste to use this kind of street corner shop as a warehouse, but... …"

"but what?"

"But who made me rich?" Tom shrugged. "I am not eager for Garon's sex. I even hope that I haven't found the treasures of Slytherin, nor the jewels and antiques. In fact, for me, It's okay to open a safest vault in Gringotts for my usual drinking cups-as long as this consumption makes me feel happy."

"Did you make that shopkeeper?" Nelson asked in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" Tom raised his arm and made a tactical backward movement. "The shopkeeper went to Egypt to smuggle dangerous magical animals more than once. It is reasonable to be caught by the Ministry of Magic for clues, and I what is the relationship."

"That's true," Nelson nodded his head appreciatively, not to mention, Newt had asked him to go to an alchemy shop in New York to rescue a white fur ball before. Although he didn't know him well, he could still watch it. It came out as a rare creature that was smuggled in. It was obvious that the illegal act of smuggling magical animals was still rampant in the wizarding world. He murmured, "It sounds like Andre is still walking with him..."

"Yes, I'm a law-abiding wizard. We will go to the store later. I plan to make this a safe house so that we can do some inconvenient things in the future. I have heard an oriental slang before. It probably means that the highest level of disguise is hiding in the downtown area," Tom continued walking forward and said, "Let's talk about antiques. Let them find out that I'm selling Slytherin. It's not very convenient after all. If Walburga is asked to help, she may be more troublesome than me."

"Are you afraid that Slytherin's thirty-eight generation grandson suddenly jumped out and asked you to return the relics of his ancestors?"

"Am I not a descendant of Slytherin?" Tom waved his hand and explained, "You know, when the relics of a famous wizard appear on the market in large numbers, there is only one possibility."

"His descendants are bankrupt? Are they changing property?"

Tom glared at Nelson. He felt choked by the bread. "This usually means that the treasure of this famous wizard has been found. Generally, at this time, there will be many wizards who have a so-called "cheat book" in the treasure. ','artifacts' and the like generate strong interest. I feel that this group of people is purely idle and doing nothing. They can only read novels every day, so imagination is lacking to such an extent."

"That's the case, so are everyone looking for the ancient magic and magic items passed down from Slytherin?" Nelson nodded seriously and suggested, "You can bury something all over the UK and let them find it. , And finally fight for a copy of Slytherin's own diary. I can give this event a name, it's called the Holy Grail War."

As the conversation between the two of them became more and more inconsistent, they slowly reached the end of Diagon Alley. Tom stopped, pointed to a dirty wall in front of him and said, "We are here."

"How many bricks are you knocking?" Nelson drew his wand excitedly.

"What's the first brick?" Tom raised his leg and walked straight across the wall. Nelson shrugged and followed.

"Young man, I think you may have been attacked by a vampire recently. I have amulets that specifically restrain vampires. I only sell five Kalong..." Just after walking through the door, an old-fashioned witch grabbed Nelson's sleeve and started to sell it. Own counterfeit and shoddy products.

Nelson always felt that her voice was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while, so he had to speed up, follow Tom in front of him, walk through the crowd, and shake her off.

Walking to a relatively empty intersection, Nelson looked at the environment of Knockdown Alley. Compared with the fairytale-like Diagon Alley, this place is more like what the wizarding world should have. The terrain of Knockoff Alley is like spider webs. Between the main roads extending in all directions, there are densely arranged dark alleys, and special businesses that are exclusive to these alleys are happening all the time. Some rushing, seemingly suspicious wizards treat themselves The packages are tight and solid, hidden in hidden corners. In this kind of place, the most noticeable are the clean and tidy, bare-faced wizards.

Although it is close to Diagon Alley, Knock Down Alley as a whole is filled with a gloomy atmosphere, which makes people involuntarily wrap up their clothes. The architecture here is even more indifferent. The wanton backlog of space above the street makes the entire block Looking very dim, Nelson came in from the bright Diagon Alley, and was not used to the light here. He was about to take off his sunglasses and put on another disguise. Tom's hand interrupted his movement.

"Put down the mask, it's not convenient to show your face in this kind of place."

Hearing this, Nelson spread the sunglasses on his face. Despite the strange shape, this black mask unexpectedly matched the temperament of Knock Down Alley.

"Why this place is so dark, do they not know that they can also do those pickling businesses under the sun."

"Be careful, everyone is dead in this kind of place, and Aurors don't bother to investigate." Tom warned. "Recently those useless antiques are almost sold out, but some people have noticed me, so you must be careful."

"It's okay," Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder, relieved. "These wizards can only be regarded as bugs. The scenes I have seen are much more exaggerated than this place."

Nelson lowered his voice, and he could see that he still respected the dark wizard in Knockoff Alley.

"And it's easy to get lost in this place. It's hard to find the way. Don't get lost."

"It's okay~www.mtlnovel.com~ You take this." Nelson stuffed a small ball into Tom's pocket, "Let's go, let's sell your things, this place is weirdly cold, we'd better speed up The battle is decided quickly."

"The shop where I often sell is right in front. It's run by the people of the Bock family. It's still a bit credible," Tom led the way and put a hand in his arms. "Today only sells some gems and a bookshelf. It doesn't take much time, but I always feel that they are watching."

"It doesn't matter, they also have a blog in our hands." Nelson laughed "hehe" and asked, "Is the bookshelf you mentioned the one that we broke?"

"It was broken by you."

Turning the corner, Tom turned up a few inconspicuous steps. At the top of the steps was a more inconspicuous small door. Tom pushed the door in and shouted roughly, "Bock, I'll bring things here." Up."

"Mr. Chamberlain! You are here!" A smiling little man ran out from inside and greeted him loudly. His smile froze when he saw Nelson entering the door afterwards, "This gentleman..."

"Let me take a look, don't worry about me," Nelson turned around, touched off an inconspicuous broken wooden sign hanging on the door, picked up a red eyeball on the shelf with a handkerchief, and examined it carefully. My name is Karkaroff." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort. Chapter 180 Knockdown Alley Green Reading-Hogwarts and My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network.. .,If there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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