My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 205

"Let's go, just in front," Tom looked at the door of the clothing store, and the sign on the top had a few big letters written in gilding—gentleman's clothing store, he approached and said, "Except for some new large-size clothes, I Thinking we still need to buy a set of dress gowns, Professor Slughorn told me some inside information, we might need it."

　　 "What? Does the school organize blind dates?" Nelson shrugged and chuckled. "Or do you think your school uniform and gown don't deserve your prefect badge?"

The moment he heard the words "dress robe", Nelson thought of a famous inter-school event with a long history-the Triwizard Tournament, but he quickly rejected this possibility. Grindelwald's activity has been stagnant for many years, and now that his power is most rampant, the probability of it being held again is even smaller than before.

　　 "Is it possible that Iphamoni is coming to participate?" Nelson couldn't help but think.

"If you really have an urgent need for blind dates," Tom opened the door of the clothing store, gestured "please", and said, "I suggest you go to the Slug Club of Professor Slughorn. Last month, he held a party in Diagon Alley. When I went to dinner, a witch who had been married 12 times and widowed 12 times inherited her inheritance 12 times was always looking for a new marriage partner for herself."

　　 Seeing Nelson's strange expression, he added, "Her mother seems to be the same, which makes her family very rich. If there is no conspiracy, then it may be a powerful curse."

"I don't know if you've ever heard of a word, or it's very peaceful," Nelson said, raising an eyebrow, "marrying her may be dangerous enough to kill, but when you are the thirteenth, two kinds of Bad luck may conflict with each other..."

　　 "In the end, let the thirteenth person die in a miserable state equal to the sum of the first twelve?"

　　 "I mean, it is possible to be safe and to reap happiness."

　　 "Yes, you go try it, don't blame me for not reminding you, her child is already working in the Ministry of Magic." Tom shuddered a little and stepped into the shop.

"Two gentlemen, welcome to the gentleman's clothing store," Nelson followed as he approached the store. A faint smell of fuel filled the store. A smiling man in a tuxedo with a cane walked out from behind a wooden hanger. , "What do you want?"

As soon as he saw the shopkeeper, Nelson's eyes narrowed. He quietly blocked Tom, who was walking towards the display window, and asked the shopkeeper softly, "Mr. Daguerre, you are the only one in the magic world in Europe. Do you do business?"

Tom stopped. He didn't even look at the shopkeeper before. He turned around and found that the shopkeeper of this gentleman's clothing store was the shopkeeper of the alchemy shop that he had seen in secret, even for the wizard. , This kind of thing is too coincidental.

"Oh! Sir, I remember you! Long time no see! Is that camera easy to use? You must think it is worth the money," Daguerre said exaggeratedly, thanks to Nelson not knowing what happened on the Boston Bay cruise , Otherwise, now the small silver ball has filled the entire shop. Seeing Nelson's expression eased slightly, Daguerre explained, “It's a coincidence that you are really my old customer, no matter where I open the shop. Encountering you...but you are too worried. I have shops all over the world, so it's normal for you to meet me in Buenos Aires."

"But why did your store before Hogsmeade disappear after you sold the camera?" Nelson picked up a suit in the closet, rubbed the fabric of the innermost chiffon shirt, raised his head and asked .

"I don't want it either. I have been investigating the location for a long time and it is very suitable for business." Daguerre clapped his hands, and a set of tailor-made tools flew out from the depths of the shop and fell into his hands. "Later, a nobleman wanted to come. There is a candy shop here, you know, these old aristocrats in the UK are not bad for money. I thought that my business here could take off, but he gave too much."

"All right," Tom curled his lips. Except for the eloquence that he bought a large bag of things in secret, he didn't care about Daguerre's anything. To Tom, who was full of self-confidence, whether there was a conspiracy was irrelevant. It's important, it's just a life-saving straw for the weak to seek success. He waved his hand, pointed to the row of robes hanging behind, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, take a few dress robes and take a look."

　　 "Good." Daguerre squeezed his eyes at Nelson, leaned slightly, turned and ran to the depths of the shop.

　　 "What a coincidence, it's incredible." Nelson said, "He doesn't want to abduct Hogwarts students, right?"

"You are a little sensitive, Gnar, we are not Christian, and there are not so many criminals in the world who abduct and sell children," Tom raised his lips and smiled. "He better have some conspiracy. If this is the case, then this The store must be his disguise, so the goods he sells will be very...good and cheap."

　　 "That's true." Nelson nodded, "Speaking of which, he doesn't poke the clothes in this shop."

　　 "Buy more, lest you have to measure the size later and be tortured."

　　 "Hey, brother, long time no see."

　　 As soon as Nelson approached the door of Dumbledore's office, a full voice stopped him.

　　 "Albus is not here, the dean of Ravenclaw is inside."

　　 Nelson looked at the door, a pair of imposing armor was raising his arm and greeted himself.

　　 "Hello, long time no see," Nelson stepped forward, helped the armor to straighten the visor, and swept away the spider webs on its head, and said, "I'm here to find Professor Sykes."

"Well, I thought you came to me," the armor made a depressed voice like an Autobot, and even had a few rust stains on his body, "I heard Albus say that you have been back for a long time. I don't know how to come and see me... But I'm just a pair of armor, one can only stand at the root of the wall—"

　　 "Alright," Nelson interrupted the armor quickly. He patted its helmet and said, "The last time I came to Dumbledore's office, I passed by the door and called you and you ignored me."

　　 "Oh? Haha, embarrassed..." The armor scratched his head and said, "I might be asleep."

　　 "Does the armor still need to sleep?" Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

　　 "Sure enough... I'm just a pair of armor, an old armor that I can't nap anyone sleeping, in this world--"

　　 "Are you going to get married? How do you feel weird," Nelson knocked on the skull of the armor suspiciously, and looked around. "I don't know the magic armor still needs sleep."

"Well, I've actually been sleeping all the time. Gryffindor told me that year." Armor cleared his throat and sent out a recording. "As a lonely armour, you can only kill time by constant sleep. When you wake up, it means that the knight in your destiny needs your protection."

　　 "How do you feel disgusting..." Nelson whispered to himself. He scratched his chin and asked, "Have you found your knight?"

　　 "No, in recent years, I woke up more and more frequently. I thought it was my knight who came, but then I discovered an important truth."

"what?"

　　 "It seems that my sleep quality is getting worse."

　　 "Okay," Nelson shrugged. "Are you going to take a nap? You're strangely sleepy."

　　 "What you said... Ah, it's a bit," the visor opened and closed, and the good brother yawned and said, "You go in, I'll squint."

　　 After that, he closed his upper armour, there was no more sound, and the door of Dumbledore's office opened.

　　 "Please come in." Professor Sykes's voice came out, some distance apart, some of them didn't really hear him.

　　 Nelson had to push the door open and walk in.

　　 "Nelson, long time no see." Professor Sykes sat in Dumbledore's seat, and raised his chin at Nelson who came in by pushing the door. "Sit down, please. Would you like something to drink?"

　　 "No, professor," Nelson said, moving the stool to the desk, "I just drank something."

　　 "Well," Professor Sykes nodded and watched Nelson sit down, picked up a stack of papers, and said, "It seems that the teaching of Ivmanni's spell class is not bad, and your learning progress is still ahead."

　　 "Thank you for the compliment," Nelson lowered his head and said, "The two schools have their own advantages, but my study is actually with the help of tutorial books."

　　 "Are there any tutoring books that can tutor the best student of the year?" Professor Sykes put his arm on the table, propped his chin, and asked with interest.

"You are absurd," Professor Sykes's deliberate intimacy made Nelson a little uncomfortable. He replied, "It is a graduate of Hogwarts, the book of spells compiled by Miranda Gosak himself. It is of great help to basic learning."

"Miranda Gosak..." Professor Sykes narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember her, a very talented witch, but disappeared after graduation. Did you go to write a book? This is nothing. Simple work... Do you have her book in your hand? Can you show it to me?"

　　 "Sorry, professor, the elder sister said you can't circulate it at will," Nelson opened his hand and said, "I can't do it without her consent--"

　　 "I understand," Professor Sykes nodded, "Can you tell me the name of her book? If it is published, I will buy one."

　　 "Standard...spell?" Professor Sykes shook his head playfully, "It's amazing... By the way, Nelson, in order to reward your learning achievements, I am going to give you a prize."

"what?"

　　Professor Sykes took out a slender crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a lavender unknown liquid. Just looking at the crystal clear crystal bottle, you can see that this bottle of liquid is very valuable.

"A potion that can make your ears and eyes clear, it is of great help to the little wizard who overuses the brain." Professor Sykes smiled stiffly, but made her statute lines deeper and her expression more serious. Said, "Nelson, this is just a little bit of my help to you, don't worry, I have confirmed with Professor Dumbledore that it is not harmful to you."

"Thank you, professor," Nelson stretched out his hands, and finally asked the crystal bottle, observing the lavender liquid in the bottle, "but professor, the antidote to the venom of the Curly Winged Devil is really not going to be taken twice. Are there any side effects?"

　　 "You're welcome, this is you—" Professor Sykes, who was talking impolitely, suddenly froze. She stared into Nelson's eyes and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Professor, it is true that I have drunk the antidote of Curly Wing Devil's venom. Although the color is different, the texture of the liquid is very similar to the shape of the bubbles." Nelson scratched his head and asked, "After all, the antidote is made of more raw materials. Most of it comes from the Curly Winged Demon itself. I wonder if there will be any side effects if I drink it twice."

"You..." Professor Sykes stared at Nelson for a long time, closed his eyes, shook his head, stretched out his hand, took the crystal bottle in Nelson's hand back to his hand, sighed, and said, "It looks like you know it all. "

　　 "Yes, I know it all."

　　 "How much do you know." Professor Sykes was like a serious riddler at the moment.

　　 "Since you were called to the office at the Ravenclaw Tower that day."

Professor Sykes sighed again, leaning on the back of the chair, holding the crystal bottle, the bubbles in it burst quickly, and a white smoke rose from her palm and was caught in her pocket. Soon, only the crystal bottle remained. I got down the purple liquid with swirls~www.mtlnovel.com~Well, I'm sorry for my sister's affairs. Due to my negligence, she hid the XXXXX magical animal on your body, which caused you Bad effect. "

Professor Sykes lowered her head and said earnestly. She pushed the crystal bottle in front of Nelson, "I removed the venom of the Curly Wing Devil. The remaining potion is really helpful to your ingenuity and eyes. Take it. Right, I will compensate you."

Nelson walked out of the office with some sincere compensation. A small piece of iron suddenly hit his head. He bent down and picked up the piece of iron on the ground. It turned out to be the scales on the armor. Nelson turned his head and looked at the armor. But it seems to sleep deeply.

　　 was about to go back and put the scales back in place, but Nelson suddenly felt some scratches on his fingertips.

　　 He put the scales in his pocket quietly, speeded up his pace, and left the door of Dumbledore's office.

　　 After walking through two corridors and turning a few corners, Nelson took out the scale armor from his pocket and placed it carefully in his hand, observing the skewed characters engraved on it.

　　 "Good brother, be a little heartier. The eagle-headed horse-winged beast kid asked the patron saint to tell Albus the Curly Winged Demon, and Albus also told her about it."

Nelson touched his chin. It turned out that Professor Sykes had long known that she had drunk the antidote, but she seemed to want to pretend that she had heard of it for the first time. Looking in the direction, another scratch was felt in the palm of his hand.

　　 Nelson helped it turn over, and it said in bold handwriting: "It hurts to pull a piece off, please help me get a piece of gold."

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