My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 352

"Huh, it's really cold."

Tom walked down the gangway slowly, took his hands out of his pockets, held them to his mouth, exhaled a breath of heat, and rubbed them lightly.

Behind him, a ship intern in a sailor suit was carrying the box with difficulty and moving down step by step. Tom turned his head, glanced at the intern, and stretched out his hand.

"Give me the box and don't get in the way of people behind."

"Sir, sorry, your box is too heavy," the intern's sailor cap leaned to one side and said intermittently, exhaling a white gas from his mouth, and tremblingly handed the box over. It was very cold today. But he was flushed with heat, "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just—"

"Okay, okay, we know." Nelson patted the intern on the shoulder, took the box from his hand, and carried it easily, "Sir, please borrow it."

"Oh, alright."

The intern leaned against the railing of the gangway and watched stunnedly as Nelson walked briskly with two boxes he could barely lift.

"You should let him learn to support himself."

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, took his box from his hand, and the two walked side by side to the port office building.

"Isn't this in a hurry?" Nelson shrugged, "not to mention that it is really difficult for ordinary people to carry it."

"That's true."

Tom put a lot of things in the box. His preparations for the first trip across the ocean were a bit too rich. In Nelson's words, "You can even live in the box."

Although it is still far from winter, Boston by the sea feels the moisture brought by the monsoon early. It may be better to be closer to the interior, but this does not prevent Tom from fastening his buttons early.

He was wearing a coat of the same style as Nelson, except that the color was black. The two silver-breasted buttons were neatly arranged from the stand-up collar to the hem of the coat. The white skin was paler by the coat, which made He is almost composed of black and white, and against the backdrop of the city of Boston with many factories, it appears to be a black and white photograph that fits the era.

Young people grow up very quickly. Compared with the moment when the Triwizard Tournament started, Tom has changed a lot. His young body has become strong, his head held high, and he exudes a convincing confidence. The silver necklace hung quietly on his chest, dazzling more than the sun blocked by clouds.

The heavy coat hung on his body, but he appeared to be thinner and thinner. The sharply carved jaw and eyes that were too deep to look straight attracted countless eyes around. Locals and passengers who had just disembarked were all speculating. What does this young man who is so prominent in the crowd come for?

"Is this Boston?" Tom curled his lips, seeming to be disappointed by the sights here. "It's really uncreative. It looks just as ugly with the same name."

"This place is also called New England. When the United States was a British colony, this was the place where the prisoners and missionaries first landed."

Nelson put the suitcase in his hand on the ground, supported the brim of the trilby, and took out a rough-printed map of Boston in his pocket, but only he and Tom could see that several red dots were flashing on the map.

The soft blond hair squeezed out from under the brim of the hat and dangled casually. Unlike Tom's meticulously combed haircut, Nelson seemed to be a very easy-going person. He stared at the map in his hand and drew on it casually. A few lines.

Nelson is more resistant to freezing than Tom. His brown coat is open, revealing the round neck sweater over the shirt. A large squiggly N adds a touch of vitality to the original dress. The hat is very old. It's the same as the mud-stained leather boots on the soles of his feet, but the owner of the trilby cherishes them very much. Despite the burrs, it is still clean.

Tom glanced at the hat on Nelson's head and suggested, "I'll buy you a new one."

"No," Nelson shook his head. "Dumbledore promised to teach me some practical magic next semester."

"What? The spell to make the hat brand new?" Tom joked and looked closer together.

"You guessed it," Nelson nodded. "According to him, there is another kind of spell. As long as you cast it on the mop and basin once, you won't have to mop the floor by yourself for fifteen years."

"I suggest that he apply for a patent, and he will surely sell it for a lot of money." Tom calculated wisely, "Those who live alone must like this charm, such as my uncle."

If the conversation between them were heard by anyone present, they would think it was a madman's madness, and there would even be some superstitious people reporting to the church, but no one dared to approach them, even those who rushed to the docks. The local snakes or the little gangsters who make a living as a guide do not dare to approach.

"Indeed." Nelson thought of the wooden house like a pig's nest, showing an expression of approval, "Let's take a taxi to the city center. It is said that someone will pick us up there."

"Are they from the Magical Congress of America?" Tom asked curiously.

"I don't know, who knows what kind of help Professor Binns will look for," Nelson thought for a while, and said, "To be reasonable, I don't really expect a few ghosts as old as him to help. That way we would be distracted. Let the Muggles who witnessed don't be scared to death—oh, yes, in the United States, Muggles are called Muggles."

"It doesn't sound like a good word." Tom frowned. "Especially this Mochi, it sounds even worse."

"I don't really understand why a group of wizards who were almost wiped out by Muggle infectious diseases are so confident. However, there may not be too many native wizards in the Magic Congress of the United States. It's a very small part."

After all, Nelson picked up the suitcase and walked to the opposite direction of the sea. Tom followed, and in the distance behind him, the intern who had crawled the stairs for a long time was staring at them dumbfounded.

"Did you say that we will meet Principal Dippet?" Tom asked. "Didn't he always aspire to those in Second Salem here?"

"Who knows? He hasn't had any serious news for a long time, and there are only some rumours. Why did he go to slay the dragon today and fall under Grindelwald's skirt tomorrow? I really can't understand it, let's not talk about Green. Will Dewo wear a skirt? Do the reporters really think he needs to use **** to recruit an outgoing old principal?"

"I don't think it's weird what those people are talking about." Tom shrugged. "By the way, do you have any reliable information about the Horcruxes here?"

"I only know that it is in Salem. I have to say that Helbo chose to bury the Horcruxes in some ways. They are all places with some historical background." Nelson clamped the map under his arm and took it from another pocket. He took out a letter and handed it to Tom, saying, "I'm angry when it comes to this. Look, this is the intelligence capabilities of our Ministry of Magic officials."

"What's the matter?" Tom opened the letterhead curiously and read softly, "Dear Mr. Nelson Wiltning Williams..."

"More than two-thirds of the space are greeted me, expressing my respect for my protection of Hogwarts' moving deeds, and welcoming me to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation," Nelson pointed to a small piece of the letter. "This is all the information, Salem, tourist city, no wizard contact point."

"Ah... do they have only one sentence in such an important place?" Tom asked with a complicated expression, "Is the second Salem's ability to hide so good?"

"No, Tom, they are just arrogant, even if the second Salem silently almost screwed off their children's heads, they would only say a tourist city—many seemingly huge forces have died. Arrogant. Andre used to come here to rescue Barry, and even had a face-to-face with Principal Dipeter. Even if he was about to be killed by Principal Dipeter, he could collect more useful information than this by just a glance. Much more information." Nelson said, "Do you remember the alchemy shop owner we met in the dark? It was the guy who sold me the camera in Hogsmeade."

"Remember, even though he was buying and selling, I also bought a lot of things that I couldn't use, but they were really good and cheap." Tom nodded, "Is there any problem?"

"He is the high-level cadre of Second Salem, or the former high-level cadre who was arrested," Nelson looked around and whispered, "He has a kind of clone of Karaktakus Bock. Ability, which is why we meet him all over the world. Andre suspects that he is the person in charge or the real implementer of the Second Salem's plan to kidnap wizard children, and I think that his special ability may It has a close relationship with Helbo."

"Oh?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "Bojin Bock's fellow? Interesting, but Salem himself has been confirmed dead, what else can be found in the second Salem?"

"It's very difficult. According to the information currently available, Salem has emptied their family for that attack. At present, they may have only a few traitor wizards who have not received orthodox training. , And the guy who doesn't know the depth, he is similar to Borgin Bock at best, but because of the death of Helbo, the masterless magic in his Horcrux may be used by Daguerre who has a connection with him, to solve his possibility "Thanks for the dues," Nelson said. "All we have to do is make them unable to get the flowers."

"It's a pity, I'm not very disgusted with Second Salem. Their demands are normal, but they are too weak," Tom said pityingly. "I wanted to go shopping there... By the way, that camera doesn't What's the problem?"

"I'm also a little uncertain, but after dismantling it, I found that it seems to be much older than his age," Nelson shook his head. "But I still feel a little worried, so I gave it to Penguin, you know, that's A person who can study magical penguins can produce flowers. I think that with his temperament, he must be able to figure out something interesting."

"Well," Tom shook his fist, "I really don't understand, what the Magic Congress does? Why can't they even solve a second Salem, which is almost all Muggles, and Dippet Principal, they are just like Sagan and Kant in the Triwizard Tournament, they really have no effect at all."

"Beware that Principal Dippet heard scolding you on the chocolate frog picture."

"What's that? Does Principal Dippet have a picture? How do you know?"

"Coincidentally, when I received an invitation, I might become a character in the next round of chocolate frog paintings," Nelson twisted his shoulders and said desperately. I think it's quite interesting, after all, I'm on "Transfiguration Today"—"

"Why don't I know?" Tom glared at Nelson, shocked, "No, I must get one."

"This is the opportunity, Tom." Nelson laughed. "Training with a strong enemy can still gain fame. Isn't this much better than regional militants?"

"I think you are insinuating," Tom Bai gave Nelson a glance, "but you are right."

He immediately became full of fighting spirit, wishing to have a fight with Helbo's Horcrux on the spot.

"Let's go, let's take a ride and go to the bar marked with an asterisk on the map, where there are people who can help us."

The two of them have already walked to the road outside the pier. There are many "drivers" waiting to solicit passengers. The "taxi" here are mostly horse-drawn carriages and rickshaws. In this era when the auto industry is still incomplete, you can see Various means of transportation were walking side by side on the road, and most of the crowds had black and yellow faces. Nelson couldn't bear to shook his head. In this young country that has not yet learned to whitewash the peace, the inferiority of human nature will always be affected. Infinitely zoomed in, and naked on the table.

"Two gentlemen."

A groom with a dirty face and not looking good came up, rubbed his hands and asked, "Are you going to take a ride?"

"We charter a car."

Nelson nodded, handed out a banknote, and explained the location. Tom and him got in the carriage. After a while, along with the bumps peculiar to the dirt road, they started to head towards their destination.

Nelson secretly enchanted the cushions to prevent them from being so sick.

"Speaking of it, this is the first time we travel abroad together." Tom looked at the thick smoke billowing from the factory outside the window and exclaimed, "It's not easy."

"Czech Republic, UU reading www.uukanshu.com France, Albania." Nelson said with his eyes closed.

"Does that count?" Tom curled his lips. "It's a lot more pleasant this time."

The bumpy journey was slow and rapid. In less than an hour, the carriage came to a halt slowly with the shouts of the coachman.

"Gentlemen, here we are."

The coachman knocked on the door, but there was no response inside. He had to open the door. Nelson and Tom were gone. Only a change was placed on the seat. The coachman shook his head in a daze and picked up the money.

At this time, Nelson and Tom were standing a block away, frowning at the sign of the bar.

"I knew that when I saw the word bar, I had a bad feeling," Nelson said with a toothache. "Are all bars in the world run by vampires?"

"Unbelievable."

Tom took the first step and pushed open the wooden door. The door of this remote bar was so beautiful that it opened as if it was closed. He shouted inside and asked, "Is the boss there?"

Chapter end