My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 215

"Mr. Wiltening, do you really think our family is one of the best in Britain?"

Bollock suddenly approached Nelson and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it?" Nelson stared into Bollock's eyes. The two were so close to each other that he could even see the extremely strong in the dark eyes that were exactly the same as Alphad and Walburga. The emotion called "ambition", these eyes will belong to many people in the future, belong to Regulus, belong to Sirius, belong to Bellatrix Lestrange, but it seems that only this kind of ambition is the most suitable These eyes.

Bollock looked deeply at his son and daughter, and slowly said, "You seem to think that our family has a lot of money and has a very hard relationship with the Ministry of Magic——"

"Isn't this not beautiful enough?" Nelson interrupted him, shaking the glass, letting the liquor climb up the wall and then slowly fall, and said, "I have studied the pure-blood family in England. From ancient times to the present, the Holy Two Eighteen families are in charge of almost all power. No matter the regime changes, no matter what the times change, no matter who is sitting in the position of Minister of Magic, you can sit steadily on the dry shore and on the throne. Dangerous, there will be Muggle-born wizards to fight. When encountering difficult things, there will be gold and silver treasures to open the way for themselves. Isn't this power?"

"You don't seem to know the national conditions of the United Kingdom. Sometimes the Minister of Magic is not as beautiful as it looks." Bollock smiled bitterly. "Take the current Minister of Magic, the Muggle boy in Hufflepuff, for example. Admit that he has some abilities and vision, but he is no different from Wisengamo's puppet."

"The chief of Wisengamo, Judge Shafik, is also a member of your 28th Thoroughbred Family." Nelson shook his head and retorted.

"Yes, the man who controls the Minister of Magic is extremely powerful, but you have not seen what happened to us for thousands of years."

"Please speak." Nelson made an earful gesture.

"Wizards, no matter how powerful or great a wizard, is no different from a mouse in the corner." Borox shook his head, "How much do you think our house is worth?"

"Should be expensive?" Nelson looked around and looked at Grimmauld Place where there were scattered pedestrians outside the window, and said, "I don't know the real estate market very well."

"Once, it was a priceless treasure. At that time, there was a road leading to Diagon Alley. There were several manor houses of wizard families scattered around, and even this house had a manor that was many times larger than Grimmauld Place. At that time, no one did not envy the Black family for having such a beautiful and expensive house."

"Well, it's really beautiful." Nelson looked at the furnishings in the room, except for the dark ones, and it was difficult to connect it to the messy and messy house in the Order of the Phoenix.

"But all this soon changed." Bollocks clenched his fists and waved twice above his head. "The Muggle city is developing rapidly, and London is constantly expanding outward. Soon, our The manor is wrapped in the new city. What do you think is a wizard who knows magic for Muggles?"

"A wizard? What else? A wizard? A mutant? Or—"

"It's a god." Tom suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Seeing Nelson and Bollocks both looking at him, he waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I just didn't care..."

"That's right, Mr. Gunter," Bollocks glanced at Tom approvingly. "I know the elders in your family. With all due respect, they are not outstanding people. I didn't expect the Gunter family to have Offspring like you."

Before Tom could respond, he turned his head, looked at Nelson, and said, "Whether from the perspective of wisdom, history or strength, the wizard in Muggle's eyes is the **** in the eyes of mortals, but have you ever seen hiding in Tibet and being chased by mortals? What about the running gods? Is such a **** still a god?"

"Isn't this a requirement of the Wizarding Secrecy Act?"

"Secrecy law... Ah, yes, secrecy law," Bollock grinned, poured himself a full glass of wine, swallowed it in one gulp, and said with an unhealthy flush on his face, shook his head, "I'm little When I first heard of the Confidentiality Law, I thought it was a great law."

"When I was young," Nelson asked, repeating what Bollock said, "what about now?"

"right now?"

Bollocks thought for a while and said, "I still think it is a great law. This is the deepest compassion that wizards have for the world. If there were only wizards, the world would definitely fall into silence very quickly. The Muggles were rescued from the black wizards' extinction and torture, and gave them a safe place to shelter. It is no different from the "Fantastic Animal Protection Act" that Newt Scamander advocates every day. We need Muggles, just as we need magical animals! But why should we be afraid of the race we protect? What happened? Let our compassion for Muggles gradually become fear, and become forbearance, so much so that hundreds of years later Finally, Lord Grindelwald stepped forward to awaken the overkill magic world? Under the endless'protection' of these fools, Muggles even have the ability to challenge wizards. Do we need their weapons? Even last week. There was also an iron pillar filled with explosives that hit the protective cover of our house."

Nelson fell silent, and he didn't know how to refute Borox.

In the eyes of Bollocks, the wizards who uphold the secrecy law are undoubtedly some overkill extremes, like those extreme environmentalists that Nelson had seen long ago. They would rather starve all over the place than shut down all factories. , I would rather return to the era of rumao drinking blood, would rather call the civilization created by mankind for thousands of years as the cancer of the earth, would rather ignore those development methods that can also protect the environment, and always adhere to my own view of one-third of the land, thus falling into Meaningless struggle.

"I understand." Seeing Nelson fell into silence, Bollock said with a self-confident voice, relieved, "You were raised by Muggles, so it's normal for your way of thinking not to change for a while. Wait a few years. You will understand the gap."

"Wait," Nelson interrupted aloud, and the blind student finally found Huadian, "but Muggles and wizards are both humans."

"How could it be?" Brolocks shrugged with a smile, "How can there be such a big difference in the same species? Can a little chicken be called a phoenix?"

"So what is a wizard from Muggle?" Nelson asked rhetorically.

Now it was Bollock's turn to be silent. He pondered for a moment, and then said, "These... leave it to the scholars, it doesn't matter. In fact, what I want to say is..."

He didn't seem to know what he was trying to say, and he got stuck here for a while.

"What is it?" Nelson asked, following his words.

"What really moved me was Lord Grindelwald's claims. I heard of his claims a long time ago, but I have always suffered from not having the opportunity to bathe in his truth-Muggles should be ruled by more talented and powerful wizards. , Management, and domestication, and more capable people should ascend to a higher position and obtain more resources. I hope this can answer your confusion."

"That's it," Nelson nodded. "His words really easily resonate with wizards."

"As a proud disciple of Lord Grindelwald," Bollocks "our family also attaches great importance to you, which is why I always let my two incompetent children invite you two to be guests at home."

After all, he smiled and nodded at Tom, "When I was studying at Hogwarts, although there were very good students, they were not perfect, and there were too many people behind them. , And you two are different. As far as I know, someone like you who can leave others far away is Albus Dumbledore."

"Is Dumbledore so good?" Tom was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, he is a bit worse than Mr. Gunter," Bollock blinked and said, "Aside from my children, as a senior of Slytherin, I would like to see it myself. , What did the best Slytherin look like in hundreds of years."

"My name is Riddle," Tom's ears became ruddy and he lowered his head and said stiffly, "Tom Riddle."

"Well, Mr. Riddle." Bollock raised his eyebrows and filled Tom's empty glass with drinks.

"You said it," Nelson shook his head. "We are still a lot worse than Professor Dumbledore."

"After all, he is so old." Bollock shrugged, ignoring that Dumbledore was in his prime of life, and that he might even die earlier than him in the future. It seemed that he didn't want to see Dumble. Lido, "After living for so many years, there will always be some unique skills."

Nelson smiled and shook his head. Upon seeing this, Bollock pressed the small bell on his hand again, and several servants stepped forward and lifted the lid on the food.

What greeted the eyes was a very rich dinner. All kinds of dishes and meats that Nelson couldn't call his name filled the table. Nelson noticed that the food in front of him adopted a French approach, and Tom's even There was also a plate of bright red tomatoes, which made Nelson look at Bollocks high, and became more and more curious about how the family led by this kind of person had not settled so quickly.

When the scent of food filled the entire restaurant, the few people on the table had changed to lighter topics. They were talking about Slytherin, talking about Hogwarts, and talking about the possibility of being in Hogwarts next year. During the Triwizard Tournament, a burst of laughter echoed in the restaurant as the cup was pushed and changed.

At the dinner table, Borox, who has a profound knowledge of heraldry, gave Nelson and Tom a detailed introduction to the 28 pure-blooded British companies, and highlighted the Gunter family of Hangleton.

"Back then, the Gunter family lived near Grimmauld Place. The wizard family here moved away to our two families. Unfortunately, Marvolo Gunter sold the house," Borox sighed and shook his head, looking at Tom. At a glance, "I had a fight with one of your elders when I was a kid."

"Mofin?"

"Moffin Gunter?" Bollock frowned. "It seems to be called by this name, he is yours..."

"Uncle, he is my mother's younger brother."

"That's what he is right," Brolocks sighed. "Really, I am very envious of the Gunter family. Such a family can cultivate descendants like you. It is simply the ancestors who have manifested. Oh, yes. , The ancestor of the Gunter family is Lord Slytherin, his manifestation can indeed create such a miracle."

"They haven't trained me. I'm not familiar with the Gunter family." Tom pursed his mouth and replied.

"Ah, is that so? I'm sorry," Bollock smacked his lips. "Then they are so lucky."

"Speaking of training," Nelson said suddenly, satiated, "For Grindelwald, as long as he is a wizard, he is treated equally. If he is really successful, then there may be no more family training and Resources are such a thing."

"Is that so? Then I need to think about it." Borox frowned and quickly realized the seriousness of the problem. He once again looked at his children deeply, staring at the glass without saying a word, after a long while , He looked at Nelson and asked seriously, "Mr. Wiltening, do you think the same as Master Grindelwald?"

"No two people have exactly the same thoughts," Nelson spread his hands, and said an answer that was worthless. "Even the most determined saint may not agree with every word of Grindelwald, I It's not Grindelwald, how could it be the same as his thoughts?"

"I mean...for our families~www.mtlnovel.com~Brocks considered the words and once again turned his attention to the two children, "For example, the Black family, what do you think? As far as I know, the ideas of the people we contacted should be somewhat different from yours. This is one of the reasons why I want to find you. I hope to be able to get in touch with Lord Grindelwald more directly and save those... …Annoying intermediate steps. "

Bollock seemed to see something and kept probing.

"Me? Alphad and Walburga are my good friends," Nelson pointed to his nose, and shook his head with a smile. "I'm very curious, who told you that I am a proud student of Grindelwald. To be honest, I think neither Grindelwald nor I have said this."

"I understand that there are always some people who like to chew their tongues, but I swear that none of us will take the initiative to inquire about this," said Bollocks with a serious face, "I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Don't worry," Nelson picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth gently, and said, "Tom and I may be going to Albania in some time. We will transfer from Krakow in the middle. Maybe we can take you to Newmont. Gad, are you interested?"

"When?" Borlocs had a very rich expression. He didn't seem to have thought that Nelson would initiate such an invitation. He rubbed his hands with some excitement and said, "I think I should prepare."

"We are going to..." Nelson said, stopping the conversation. He looked at Tom and asked, "Didn't you say you want to do something in London?"

"It's the same when you come back, anytime." Tom raised his head and said to Bollocks, "We will leave tomorrow."

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