My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 323

"I do not understand."

McGonagall, turned into a cat, sat on a fresh tree stump and looked blankly at Nelson, who was planing the planks with a plane in front of him. The sawdust was flying in the forbidden forest like snowflakes. If it didn't make it like that. People want to sneeze, then this picture is undoubtedly beautiful, the more and more intense resin scent enveloped her, one cat rubbed his nose with paws, and the other casually photographed the angry tree guarding Luo Guo to another tree. superior.

"This is Hogwarts' precious treasure, Minerva, haven't you thought of having a secret path of your own when you were a student? You know, for Hogwarts students, it's a violation of school rules. A life experience as important as owning a magic wand," Nelson lifted up the planed plank, confirmed its flatness with a plumb, turned his head and said to Tom, "Please pass me the hammer."

"No, I don't understand this." McGonagall cleared her throat. She couldn't stand the sawdust all over the sky. She turned back into a human shape and waved her magic wand. A strong wind that rose out of thin air cleared the air. She looked complicated. Holding the neatly arranged pile of tools next to Nelson, he said, "I mean, since you can make these things out of stone, why not just use Transformation to turn this hapless tree into a trapdoor? Did you forget that you are a wizard?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Tom couldn't hold the hammer in his hand because of a hilarious laugh. It slipped from Tom's hand and hit his feet by accident. His face suddenly became red from the pain, but the smile would not be a little bit too small. The pain ceased, and a long grinning laughter sounded like a wolf in the forbidden forest. If there are other students outside the forbidden forest at this moment, then an urban legend that "there are werewolves in Hogwarts" may be born.

After a while, Tom finally laughed enough. He leaned on the tree trunk beside him, bent over, panting heavily, raised his head and saw the strange expressions of Nelson and McGonagall, Tom's eyes suddenly turned red, he His eyes locked the two people back and forth, and even ignored the hammer that was still on his feet.

"Tom, I think you should go see a doctor. Although Miss Joey has worked hard, this hammer is quite heavy," Nelson suggested in a low voice. "I will do the rest, a trapdoor. That's it."

"Tom, what's the matter with you?" Just as Tom focused his gaze on Nelson's face, McGonagall suddenly walked out of the woods. Nelson didn't even notice when she left, so she rubbed her eyes. , Yawned, as if I had just found a place to sleep in the woods, "Are you done? I just fell asleep."

"Are you asleep?" Nelson widened his eyes. "Who was talking to me just now?"

"I didn't hear, Nar, I think you may be too tired." Tom smiled and rubbed his hands, bent over to pick up the hammer on his feet, and limped towards Nelson, "You should rest. NS."

Looking at the hammer in Tom's hand, Nelson nodded heartily, "Indeed, I was so tired that I even had auditory hallucinations... By the way, Tom, please pass me the hammer."

"Tom, please pass me the hammer."

Diagon Alley, in the small alley leading to the Broken Cauldron Bar, the owner Tom stood nervously behind the wall next to the bar with a hammer, and looked at the opposite side of the wall from time to time. He couldn't understand that those who seemed impassioned but would only Why did the wizards who fished in troubled waters dared to attack the well-trained Auror, but the fact is that the alley was in a ball, and they even rushed to the edge of the wall at one time. This is the gateway from the broken cauldron bar to Diagon Alley. , But only a wizard can open it, if this wall is destroyed...

Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, took a breath and shook his head fearfully. He held the hammer that was thrown from the crowd tightly. If the wall is destroyed, Diagon Alley will lead directly to the bustling Muggle streets of London. The Muggle Concealment Curse attached to the wall will also be damaged. Imagine that a Muggle walking on Charing Cross suddenly finds a bar on the street that he has never seen before... He doesn't know how the Ministry of Magic will deal with this matter. He only knew that his life savings would lose his value from now on.

Just when he was in a trance, a witch in a black robe appeared in front of him and stretched out her hand with a smile.

He raised his head, wondering how this man had crossed the Auror's line of defense and appeared beside him. He blinked and met a pair of indistinct eyes. Professor Sykes gently waved his wand, and the boss Tom was obedient. Handed the hammer up.

She shook her head, gently inserted the wand back into Boss Tom's pocket, raised the hammer, and pointed at the top of the trash can—every wizard who visited the Broken Cauldron Bar would poke the door open with his wand when entering Diagon Alley—heavy. Knocked it down.

"boom!"

"Wow!"

Professor Sykes was a little amazed at the destructive power of this hammer, and she couldn't help but feel amazed. Even if it was destroying, there were always people who did more professionally than others.

The pure black art style of this hammer made her feel a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while. I think it's a magic shop that pays great attention to quality.

Before the two Aurors standing at the base of the wall could react, they were buried by the broken bricks. Their colleague heard the noise and turned around in surprise, just to see the half of the wall where the broken bricks were still falling. , And boss Tom who is at a loss with a hammer behind the wall.

"Tom! What are you doing!"

The head of the Auror couldn't think that the wall he tried so hard to lead the team to protect was so easily destroyed by the shopkeeper behind him. He was hit on the elbow by a spell shot from behind him, and his wand spun upside down and flew out. He turned his head and his eyes were filled with disbelief. These guys who only dared to squeeze forward with the sign dared to punch the card. It's already outrageous, now you dare to attack the Auror?

He turned his head to see a magic wand in the crowd flashing away.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Seeing their leader being attacked, the Aurors panicked and greeted loudly, "Protect the captain, protect the captain!"

"do not want!"

The Auror Captain ignored his numb body and roared loudly at his men, but his voice was drowned in the Aurors' curses, and no one heard him.

"The Auror is beating! The Auror is beating!"

An angry shout came from the crowd, which in turn aroused the anger of the crowd. Everyone condemned the Auror who was "violent law enforcement" and pressed forward step by step. Following the first round of the Aurors' curse, they hit the front row of the parade. Wizards, their falling to the ground increased the anger of the group even more, and the magic wands were lighted out.

"The hammers made by adults are better than these mediocre wands!" A person wearing a beige coat of almost the same style as Nelson but in a different color, surrounded by a long scarf embroidered with a penguin pattern, and a large suitcase at his feet The young wizard sitting in the cold drink shop diagonally across from the bar, sipped the grass juice with ice in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "As you said, even if you are blind, you just need to give a little bit of correct guidance. Unimaginable power can burst out!"

He took up the glass in his hand and drank the grass juice together with the ice cubes inside, which made the surrounding diners stare. On the one hand, no one has ever drank grass juice with such enjoyment as they have never seen plants before. On the one hand, they don't understand why someone can swallow half a cup of ice without changing their face, chew them carefully in their mouths like French fries, and swallow them wholeheartedly.

"Where is the adult's treasury?"

The young man took out a small treasure book from his arms, looked at the contents inside, raised his head, confirmed the tallest Gringotts in Diagon Alley, and walked quickly toward the fairy bank.

"My lord, I hope my cooperation will satisfy you!" He clenched his fists and waved in the air, as if to cheer himself up, and left the chaotic alley without hesitation, as if everything just happened was the same. He doesn't matter.

Passing the crossroads, he folds the magic wand in his pocket, throws it into a pile of wood in the street stall, lowers the brim of his hat, passes under the sign of a dusty pet shop, then joins the crowd and disappears. NS.

"Captain, are you...are you okay?" The Auror who gave the counterattack order ran to the captain's side and supported him flatly. Instead, he pressed the captain's hemp, and the captain trembled with a grin. But he couldn't read the captain's expression, instead he patted his chest and said, "Captain, the scene is under control!"

This Auror captain is Lewis Ogden, the wizard who followed Nelson all the way to Little Hangleton when Nelson returned to England. He is a rare young man in the Ministry of Magic, with the same abilities, pedigree, and achievements. Fall, but there are always some people who are not good at their brains under their own hands. The wizards of this group of parade have been used as guns at first sight. What if they were hit by the disarming curse? The scene that could have been easily controlled is now interesting. There are twice as many people on the opposite side as the Auror. Even if the Auror can fight three or four at a time, it is completely useless. What's more, how can they dare to deal with so many people?

Seeing his subordinates' proud cheating cheeks, Lewis was itchy with anger, wishing to kick his ass.

He drew his hand back, shook it vigorously, and said with a foul face: "Go to the Ministry of Magic and ask for reinforcements... No! They are required to be reinforced. At least fifteen Aurors must be sent!"

"Captain, you..." The subordinates thoughtfully shared their concerns for the captain. "There may not be enough manpower in the department."

"Then let people from other departments come!" Lewis yelled angrily, "Go in and apply for the deputy director, just say what I said, stay here for fifteen minutes at most, he knows what's going on!"

The subordinate scratched his head and still didn't understand what the captain was making, but he trot obediently into the ruined wall behind him, looking for the deputy director who was staying in the broken cauldron bar.

In the bar, the potbellied deputy director is sitting in front of the bar, sipping the contents of the glass, his hand is filled with empty bottles of whiskey, the whole person is enveloped by alcohol, drunk, and seems to vomit at any time.

"Hiccup!" Seeing the boss Tom who walked in, he laughed and beckoned, "Tom, you are obviously young, why do you look as old as your father?"

"My lord, I...I'm a little scared," the boss Tom said tremblingly, "outside...outside is too...terrible."

"Haha, I'm less courageous than your dad at this point!" The deputy director mocked, "It's better to go home and find your mother and cry!"

"Okay?" There was a flash of desire in the eyes of the boss, Tom, "Big...sir, I really can go home?"

"Do you really want to go back?" The deputy director was stunned and laughed again. "Don't want your bar?"

"I...sir, I'm really scared!" The boss Tom's tone even brought a hint of crying.

"Okay, okay," the deputy director waved his hand and said quite generously, "you leave the key, this kind of scene really can only be handed over to the Auror, when the situation subsides, I will notify you to come. I got the key inside, but by then..."

He showed a wretched smile, burped a foul-smelling wine, raised his hand and twisted his fingers.

"I understand! I understand my lord!" The boss Tom nodded like an amnesty, left the key at the bar, turned and ran to the front door, and even tripped over the chair he was overturned. The deputy minister looked at him in embarrassment. From the back, there was a ridicule full of alcohol.

The moment he ran out of the shop, the short, fat and rickety figure of the owner Tom became tall and slender. A lady with a long bohemian shawl on her shoulders appeared on Charing Cross Road, even though she suddenly appeared on the two roads. Between the buildings, UU reads www.uukanshu. com, but the passing Muggles didn't notice it, so a few passers-by were surprised at her temperament and took two more glances, and then plunged into the busy life of walking in a hurry.

Professor Sykes put on a white hat with mesh and walked on the street in various styles. That way, she was a noble lady who didn't have to worry about her life. She recalled the young face she glimpsed through the brick gap. With a smile, I silently thanked this "comrade" who also fished in troubled waters. Although she didn't know what his purpose was, her purpose of leaving was achieved. Then, she could even directly enter the extremely empty place due to shortage of manpower. The Ministry of Magic swaggered away from the Floo network. Unlike in Diagon Alley, she didn't dare to apparate. She didn't need to apparate at all, and she even decided to go around London for two days before leaving.

A man with a top hat came to face him and saw Professor Sykes's chin unobstructed by the hat and the corners of his slightly raised mouth. He lost his soul, turned his head and continued to walk forward. After a few steps, he banged against the wooden pole with advertisements hanging on the side of the road.

When he turned his head again, trying to find the lady who made him fall in love at first sight, he found that she was long gone, as if she had never been there.

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