My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 241

After getting off the tram and walking two steps forward, Tom could no longer see the whole picture of the building. Instead, he was replaced by a black door full of vision. Two black smooth door panels that need to be looked up to see the head are carved with a huge death saint. The symbol of the instrument stood quietly in front of a few people like a pyramid.

Compared to the entire building, this door is undoubtedly small, but compared to the people who walk in, this door shows a sense of oppressive giants, even for giants, it is like a palace. It's a spectacle—just a small slit opened in the middle is enough for the tram to drive in easily. The iron door is about two meters thick, showing a kind of cold metal texture, which makes Tom fearless and fearless. There was a sense of awe.

"Hey, there is actually no need to build such a big one, but Nelson said, big is good, so..." Barry shrugged, raised his chin, and said proudly, "There are so many wonders in the world, but 20 meters How tall the door may be, this is the only one."

Tom couldn't help being shocked. He understood Nelson's obsession with big things, but he didn't expect it to be so crazy. For a while, he couldn't even imagine how subversive cognition was hidden behind such a shocking door. thing.

"Look, this is our result," Barry seemed to see Tom's inner thoughts, and led Tom and Nagini through the door with White's support. "This is just the facade, I hope you can enjoy it. The next journey."

As soon as he entered the gate, Tom felt a little breathless and difficult to move forward. Then, there was a neat clasping noise from the surrounding walls, and the sign of the Deathly Hallows that had been divided into two halves lit up faintly. The red light swept over the four of them. In the next second, the sense of oppression disappeared, and Tom was able to easily approach the building.

Even though there was a solid dome above his head, Tom didn't feel like staying indoors at all. The large indoor space made him hardly aware of being surrounded by buildings.

However, on the other hand, the well-occupied space and orderly layout always reminded him that he was in a marvelous building.

The hall in front of it was divided into two halves by two straight crawlers.

On Tom's left hand, countless alchemy dolls of different shapes and sizes are busy between the large and small teleportation arrays. When passing through the teleportation array, everyone can just meet the raw materials sent by the center and be timely. They were picked up on the ground and sent to the huge circular platform connected with the tracks. The half of the field seemed to be dedicated to receiving materials.

After the platform is sorted by the alchemy dolls that are specially responsible for sorting, the materials are labeled and put on the track in an orderly manner. Finally, the track that runs all the time is sent into the black and black corridor in the distance, with bursts of white light. After disappearing.

In stark contrast are the wizards who control them. Tom finally found a few people in wizard robes and wands in the pile of goods and walking dolls. They held a booklet and kept recording on it. What's the matter, it's very leisurely, only the wizard on duty by the sorting disc looks busy, but it is also limited.

"Are these all wise alchemists?" Tom couldn't help asking, "You are too rich."

"How is it possible," Barry replied with a smile, "They are the simplest alchemy products, but your eyes deceive you, such as that—"

Barry pointed to the doll who was carrying a wooden box the size of a container and moving towards the disc, and said, “It may only repeat the action of'pick up the goods and transport them to the designated place and then put them down.' For transportation, it only needs to do this section of work. This "distribution center" is composed of countless such simple dolls, as small as a mop-type to clean the ground, and as large as the two crawlers in front of you. It's much cheaper than you think."

"Cheap... much?"

"When Nelson proposed this plan before, it was strongly opposed by Andre-I don't know if you remember Andre, the old man with scars all over his face, his main job is to make money," Barry Talking freely, "Andre thinks that Nelson's behavior is extravagance and waste, but Lord Grindelwald still rejected all the arguments and supported Nelson's plan.

"How much did it cost in the end?"

"Sorry, it's not very convenient for me to disclose this," Barry opened his hand, "but I can tell you that because these alchemy dolls are very simple in structure, most of them are assembled from the alchemy dolls made in the beginning. Yes, only the core of alchemy has to be done by wizards, but the cost is very low."

"Where is this building?" Tom raised his head and looked around. Only this hall was almost as big as Hogwarts Castle.

"For a wizard, how much money can it cost to build a house?" Barry smiled. "It's nothing more than some sand and a few meals. In fact, in the entire distribution center, the highest cost is the one you just walked in. A door."

Tom smiled, thinking of the sound of cheat gears on the wall when he entered the door, and didn't take Barry's words seriously.

Following in Barry's footsteps, the group continued to go deep into the center. Along the way, passing wizards bowed and saluted Barry. Tom couldn't help but take a high look at the sick young man in front of him. Soon, they left. Arrived on the right hand side of the hall.

The arrangement of this half is much more regular than the other half, and the alchemy dolls responsible for packaging and transportation are basically the same size and format. At the end of the conveyor belt, pieces of roughly packaged goods constantly appear in white light and pass through the conveyor belt. Send to the sorting disc on the right.

Tens of thousands of goods were quickly packaged and transported at a faster speed to the teleportation array on the side, where they would be quickly transported to all parts of the world through the magic teleportation array connected to the Krakow hub.

Tom, who lived in London as a child, witnessed the earliest and largest industrialization process in the world, but even for him, the efficiency here is beyond imagination. He saw a box full of sight glasses being removed from the end of the conveyor belt. After being shipped out, it took less than five minutes to complete the packaging on the disc. Finally, the on-duty wizard used a large steel stamp to press a triangular Deathly Hallows brand on the packing box, and was soon sent aside. In the teleportation array.

"Which box is it?"

"Oh? Looking glass? I ask," Barry called to the patrolling wizard, and replied after a little understanding, "That is the product of the Griffin Alchemy Factory this month. It is a large order from South America. Griffin, I remember, his alchemy factory... said it was a factory, but it was actually a small family workshop. It is something we need to slowly ban in the future."

Tom, who was mixed in Diagon Alley and Knock Down Alley, became more shocked. A large box of looking glasses was almost equivalent to the throughput of a large-scale alchemy shop in the UK for a year, enough to assemble a small country's Ministry of Magic.

And this is only the object that needs to be banned in Newmontgard.

"So Nelson is very capable," Barry snatched up the cleaning doll on the side and played with it. "Although this piece was called the hope of Newmontgard by Lord Grindelwald, it was just like Diagon Alley or Diagon Alley. The large magic street in the hidden place is almost the same. Although there are many alchemists like Griffin, they are not famous. After the integration, he can order parts and components for manufacturing sight glasses from other major manufacturers. But there is no technical content, as long as the movement of the alchemy doll is set up, so that he and his son can spend their time on the core of producing the sight glass, so we say--"

Barry shrugged, half proud and half reverent, "Nelson is right. In many cases, ideas are more important than Garon."

"Does he do this every day in Newmontgard?"

Tom suddenly felt that he didn't even fully understand Nelson. Everyone had different perspectives and opinions on the same thing. For example, Tom, he saw countless gold in the sight of Griffin Alchemy Factory. The endless war potential of Kanon and Numongaard.

What shocked Tom the most was that this system allowed any wizard who might have been mediocre in the original magical society to take on several times the work of the wizard in Diagon Alley. Today he only saw the looking glass, but Who knows what else Numongard will produce? He can see a steady stream of commodities flowing from here to all over the world through the center of Krakow, but who knows what Jin Jialong did in exchange for these expensive commodities besides buying materials? ,

Big is beautiful, more is good-Tom finally understands the meaning of the words Nelson often talks about, and finally understands the source of the various silver **** in Nelson's pocket.

He simply thought about it, if he were Grindelwald, in such a situation, he would definitely leave the best things to Newmontgard, if everyone had the kind of arms that Nelson had on...Tom Suck Baba, it's hard to imagine a scene where the wine and rice bags of the Ministry of Magic would one day fight against such a team.

"Didn't I tell you? He is mainly responsible for watching the gates in Krakow. These are just some of his suggestions and ideas," Barry exclaimed. "Zweig was right, and Nelson's work attitude is really not very good. , If he can devote himself to the magic industry here, it shouldn't be like this here."

"Does he still need to do anything?" Tom commented, "With him built a framework, isn't it easy to leave specific things to any mediocrity?"

"You certainly don't like to say this to Zweig," Barry winked at Tom and continued walking inside. "Let's go, I've seen the gate, and it's time to see the scenery inside."

Seeing that White cast a bubble curse on Barry and himself, Tom also set one on himself and Nagini. As he got closer to the back door, he increasingly looked forward to the so-called "magic industry" after the hub. What kind of look, what scale of industry needs this level of logistics to maintain, he vaguely felt that in this unknown corner, the saints of Newmontgard were secretly subverting the entire magical world.

"It turns out that this is the case. Dementors can be born from humans."

Krakow, the center, in a room with exactly the same furnishings as the top of the black tower. Grindelwald was sitting behind a pile of letters, shaking his wine glass in his spare time, savoring what Nelson had just told him. At the end of the conversation, Grindelwald had already memorized half a page of notes on the back of a letter in front of him.

Compared to the information about Haierbo mentioned before, the Dementor's matter did not seem so shocking.

"Yes, I thought Helbo used pure emotions when he created the Dementors."

Nelson sat opposite him, with the sofa with a fabric sofa cover under his buttocks, which made him think that he might have been pulled into the black tower by the door key. He took out the camera that he had carried with him all the year round from his pocket. Pressing the finger on the shutter, a wisp of silver mist slowly diffused from the finger into the film. After a while, a photo of Bruce's last moment was spit out from the camera. Nelson handed the photo to Grindelwald and said: " It now appears that the raw material of every dementor may be a soul."

"Nice magic." Grindelwald looked at the camera Nelson was retracting his pocket, raised his eyebrows, took the photo and said, "In this way, there is a new explanation for the proliferation of Dementors."

"Do you think it was because of the Dementor's kiss?"

"Tell me?"

Grindelwald leaned on the table with interest, looking at Nelson with one hand on his face, and fanning with the photo in the other.

"If the dementors really need human souls as raw materials to be born," Nelson said, "then the whereabouts of the souls lost by the people they kissed can also be explained. In addition, because the dementors got the British The Ministry of Magic is tightly controlled, so they don't have too many opportunities to devour souls, so the number of races hasn't increased year after year."

After that, he took out another document bag from his pocket, "This is the registration form of the number of dementors I asked for after I got the Order of the Guardian Order from Wiesengamo, as well as other information found in historical documents. It can be seen that after each disturbance, the number of Dementors will be rapidly replenished or even increased, and the increase in the peaceful era is just related to the security situation and crime rate of that era~www.mtlnovel.com~ These two values ​​also determine the number of prisoners in Azkaban." Grindelwald suddenly realized, clapped his hands vigorously, and looked at Nelson with admiration, "You can get such a convincing conclusion from these data."

"So I hope Newmondgard can provide me with some support," Nelson made his own request. "I need to figure out the connection between the dementor and the patron saint and other emotional magic to solve some of my problems. , I want to try to find Helbo's body with the Dementor."

"Speaking of it, you actually solved the blood curse of that blood curse orc." Grindelwald did not answer Nelson's request, but talked about something else. Although Nelson didn't tell about Nagini, it was more Grindelwald had already received relevant reports when he entered Newmontgard.

"Yes, in fact, these things are also related to each other."

"Very well, do you have any clues now?"

"There is already some intelligence."

"Very good, very good," Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction and asked, "What help do you need."

"I need a dementor, a dementor old enough," Nelson stood up and looked at Grindelwald with piercing eyes. "A dementor older than a thousand years old."

"Dementor, old, isn't it?" Grindelwald pondered for a moment, and replied, "Azkaban should have it, that's fine."

"Thank you." Nelson nodded, preparing to leave.

Grindelwald stood up to see off the guests.

"By the way, while still young," he shouted to Nelson, who was about to walk to the door, and blinked with a smile, "Be prepared to face something exciting at all times."

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