My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 31

　　 "hiss—"

　　 "It smells so bad."

　　 Nelson and Tom stood in front of the huge pit created by the battle between two giant snakes, leaning forward and peering in. The deep pit connects with the sewers extending in all directions in London. There is a foul-smelling sewage flowing in the drainage channel of the underground fortifications, and there are some splashes of water on the walls on both sides.

　　 "It looks like he has walked away from here." Tom covered his nose and mouth with his hands, and said urnly.

　　 "Do you want to chase?" Nelson took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it to his face. After thinking about it, he took out a piece of paper, tapped it with a magic wand, and handed Tom a white cotton mask.

　　 "Thank you," Tom hurriedly took the mask and put it on his face, "It smells so..."

"Actually, it's not impossible to have to chase, but I don't think it is necessary." Nelson took two steps back and left the side of the pit. Important issues."

"what?"

　　 "What should I do with this pit?"

　　 The two silently looked at the ground that seemed to have been forced to plow through artillery after the battle, and the big pit in front of them that was hard to jump even if they were approaching.

　　 "Gnar."

"Ok?"

　　 "I remember that the Ministry of Magic has a department called the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, right? This kind of thing should be within their jurisdiction?"

　　 "Yes, they are mainly responsible for dealing with major accidents and disasters caused by magic. Normally, the magic accident elimination team will rush to the scene of the accident within an hour after the accident."

"I understand."

Tom leaned down and looked at the deep hole under his feet carefully. He stretched out his hand and waved to the side. A long red and black patterned snake crawled along Nelson's feet onto his hand, ignoring that he was frightened and almost fell. When Nelson went to the pit, Tom held the head of the snake to his mouth and muttered it in a snake tongue, and then threw it aside. After a while, large and small snakes crawled up in the darkness on both sides of the street, one after another, "puff and puff. "The ground, like a dumpling, jumped into the smelly ditch.

"What did you say to it?" Nelson kept a golden rooster in an independent posture, avoiding the slimy, slippery long creatures under his feet, and asked curiously, "Let them perform diving? Look at the grass snake entering the water. There is not even splash. If I were a referee, I would definitely give it 10 points."

"We can't let that guy go, even if it jumps into the stinking ditch." Tom stood up, patted Nelson on the shoulder, and held him, who was so sharp that he almost fell, and said, "Magic accident ruled out. Will the group repair the road?"

　　 "Yes, they are good at this. This kind of small scene only takes one second by one person."

　　 "Then why do they send a group?" Tom and Nelson walked to the side of the street with their legs, naturally like two people going out for a walk in the middle of the night.

　　 "I don't know, but if you go so slowly, they might send another team of Aurors over."

　　 "Here comes!" Tom bent over to tighten his shoelaces, and trot to follow.

Turning the corner, the two slowed down and walked slowly in a circle towards home. Just after they turned two blocks, a few figures in black robes appeared out of thin air on the street where the fighting took place. , The staff of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters arrived.

"Man? That snake is a person?" Nelson felt a little confused. He sat on a dumped mailbox on the side of the road three hundred meters away from his home, looking up at Tom walking around, "It is absolutely impossible to be a person. "

　　 "Yes! He is really a man, he told me personally!"

"Wouldn't the snake lie to you to gain sympathy? If I were a Jew, I would get up and shout in German thirty times every day,'I am a noble and pure Aryan, long live the great Germany!'-it clearly is. A snake." Nelson stared into Tom's eyes, feeling that the child had been fooled. "It may be a smarter snake, but if you think about it, its fighting style and food are the same as ordinary snakes! Think about you. Spot-headed turtle dove."

　　 "It's the bar-headed owl..." Tom retorted weakly, "It used to be a person, but now it has become a snake."

"Is he an Animagus, an Animagus who failed to transform? So he can't change back?" Nelson would think of the case he saw in the book. As an extremely sophisticated magic, A little mistake may lead to some unimaginable and unacceptable consequences. In fact, in every book related to Transfiguration, the content of the first chapter is not an introduction or a summary. , But a case of **** deformation failure-to warn those who are foolish in reading.

The damage caused by transformation errors is also among the best among all spells, even mentioned in myths and legends, including but not limited to all kinds of tauren, kobold and other poor people who have changed in half, if not The help of the great wizard with profound knowledge in transfiguration can only be sent to St. Mungo's Magical Trauma Hospital for treatment, and St. Mungo's treatment methods for patients who have made mistakes in Transfiguration are often the simplest and rude. Feed some delicious food on the bed every day, and then pray that the mana of the patient is not deep, and the deformation cannot achieve the effect of permanent setting...

"No, it shouldn't." Tom was about to speak, and Nelson retorted his words. "If it's Transfiguration, he should keep the habits of humans. It shouldn't really be like a snake. This snake is obviously from the inside. Besides, it looks like a snake from the body to the soul."

　　 "Gnar, it's not necessarily a transfiguration..."

"What would it be?" Nelson thought with a serious expression. "Although I still insist that it is a snake, I have to say that your topic has aroused my curiosity-I think it can help me deepen my understanding of transfiguration. Understand, if I can do better transformation, Minerva will not taunt me so intensely after school starts..."

　　 "Okay." Tom shrugged helplessly. "Are you going back to look up the book?"

　　 "No, let's go to the pit." Nelson stood up from the post box, and a letter with yellowed and crisp paper slipped out of the deformed post box with peeling green paint. "We said on the road."

　　 "Sorry." He picked up the letter again, looked at the address and postmark on it, "It's outrageous, sent it from World War I to World War II." Then he stuffed it into the intact postbox across the street.

　　 "What? Are you crazy?" Tom was full of disbelief. "I heard that some criminals will go to the scene of the crime to look back again in order to find psychological satisfaction after the crime..."

　　 "What do you think?" Nelson gave him a blank look. "I'm not you, so I went to fight with my wand. This afternoon, I even went through the White Paper of the Ministry of Magic."

　　Tom: "Do you still have this kind of book?"

"It will be issued by the Ministry of Magic. It will be placed on the counter of the Broken Cauldron Bar at the entrance of Diagon Alley. It is free to use." Nelson walked back to the mailbox where he was sitting before, and then said, "If there is a magical disaster or a magical secondary disaster, They have the right to learn about the situation from the wizards registered to live around, and the local wizards also have the obligation to cooperate. I don't think West Side has a third wizard besides us... Maybe Christian will be next year, but they will definitely come to us for information. ."

"and so…"

"So we might as well take the initiative and find out about the situation with them, so that we don't have to go to a defense lawyer to go to Wiesengamao to fight for us." Nelson shook his fingers and reached out to Tom, "Give me your wand. ."

　　 Tom handed him the wand with a look on his face. Nelson took the wand and stuffed it and his own fir-tree wand into the broken postbox under his feet.

"Don't worry." Seeing Tom's worried look, Nelson reached into the collar of the trench coat and took out another wand from his inner pocket—his own wand, black walnut, dragon's heartstring, fourteen Inches, slender and straight.

　　 "No, didn't you bring your own wand?" Nelson looked at a hell-looking Tom with a look of surprise, "Don't you give me the wand and let me take two spares?"

　　 Tom shook his head with the look of the person in front of him, and said, "I used to think you were a gentleman, Gnar."

　　 "Isn't it?" Nelson shrugged, and pointed to Nicklaus' house not far away with his hand, "Tom's wand is flying!"

　　 "pop—" This is the sound of glass cracking.

　　 "I just got rid of the habit of opening windows at will..."

"Sir, there are two young people here, saying that they are nearby residents!" On the street where snakes were caught, a thin black man in a wizard robe reported to a fat man with a red nose in a suit standing in the middle of the road, pointing his finger at In the direction where Nelson and Tom were standing on the street, the two looked curious, looking at the wizards of the accident elimination team who were casting spells in the middle of the road.

"Oh, cough cough, cough cough cough..." The fat man was a little young and bald, and the few brown hairs on his right ear stubbornly combed to the left, covering the Mediterranean sea above his head like the emperor's new clothes, and dressed as Muggles. There are different appearances, but it is rare to see Muggles who put a summer suit jacket directly on a silk shirt on a cold day-maybe this is why he can't stop coughing, "Call them over."

　　 "Are you Hogwarts students?" Looking at the immature faces of the two in front of him, the fat man recalled his time as a student when he had a beautiful hair, "Does my family live near here?"

"Yes, sir." Tom answered obediently, and he reached out and pointed back, "My name is Tom Riddle, and his name is Nelson Williams. We are first-year Slytherin students and live in the law over there. Descendants block, number 189, Nicklaus's house."

　　 "It's okay, it doesn't need to be so detailed..." The fat man shuddered and called a subordinate to remove the wizard robe from him.

　　 "What's the matter, sir?" Nelson stared at the busy wizards in the middle of the road with concern, and asked curiously, "We are playing wizard chess and suddenly heard something happening here. What happened? Is it serious?"

Chapter end