My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 361

News from our newspaper (correspondent Penguin) Recently, an appalling and vicious incident occurred in Salem, a small town in the northeastern United States. In an environment where the world is jointly upholding the authority of the International Secrecy Act, the Magic Congress of the United States (hereinafter referred to as MACUSA) ) Openly arrested Muggles and underage wizards to conduct brutal anti-human experiments here.

It is reported that the purpose of the experiment is to study the principles of evil magic items buried underground in Salem, and hope to put relevant technologies into MACUSA's armaments. The evil magic item is related to the despicable Helbo of the black wizard a thousand years ago. Three weeks before the incident broke out, the International Wizarding Federation had just passed the MACUSA proposal to destroy the remaining magic weapons of Helbo. I have to say that this is more than the state of affairs. The skill is also ironic.

Salem here has a close relationship with the establishment of MACUSA. After the famous Salem witch trial broke out in 1692, MACUSA was established under the call of the first speaker, Josiah Jackson, and hoped to unite North American wizards and lead They got out of the predicament after the incident. Today, more than two hundred years later, under the leadership of the great-great-great-grandson of Josiah Jackson, Mr. Millhouse Jackson, the wizards of North America abandoned the creed of their ancestors and opened the Pandora's Box with their own hands.

According to people familiar with the matter, the disclosure of this illegal experiment came from two Hogwarts students who went to the United States to visit friends—Mr. Nelson Wiltning and Mr. Tom Riddle The story of the adventurers of the game is transferred to the fourth edition). They disembarked at Boston Bay and encountered an attack by the American Auror on the way to the former residence of the famous Muggle poet Langfellow in the northeast. After stubbornly resisting the enemy's offensive , They waited for the rescue of the righteous.

In the process of getting here by mistake, two young wizards discovered these evil experiments that dehumanized humanity, and unwittingly uncovered MACUSA and the famous anti-witch organization New Salem Charity (also known as the Second Salem, Relevant content is transferred to the third edition) The obscure connection...

"Snapped!"

A big hand slapped a thick stack of newspapers on the desk fiercely, and the then chairman of the Magic State Council of America, Millhouse Jackson, stared angrily at the chilling congressmen in front of him, and the anger in his eyes was almost gushing out.

In the meeting room on the top floor of the Wizarding Space of the Woolworth Building, Speaker Jackson clutched his unconscious palm because of too much force, and scanned the surrounding members. The surrounding members were all curled up, wishing to hide their heads. Go under the shoulders.

In this magnificent meeting room on weekdays, only less than half of the people are sitting at the moment, and the candles are not lit up. The slightly dim light makes it look like a trading scene in the magic black market.

"Who can tell me what this is!" Speaker Jackson roared, "Didn't Piquili just set out?! Why there is news now! And these top-secret information, whether our people leaked it! "

Speaker Jackson smashed the desk angrily again, and the first edition of the report was lifted by the wind, revealing a large picture of the back of the whole night—a group of American Aurors standing in the wilderness facing a dilapidated hut. , There was an unusually dazzling young wizard in the crowd pointing his wand at the back of the witch who was standing in the forefront. On the opposite side of the crowd, an equally young guy stood in front of the hut, firmly confronting the wizards.

This moving photo is painted with a filter that Speaker Jackson has never seen before. The officials and Aurors are rendered in black tones like a group of dark wizards infected with dragon plague syphilis. The two young men look like It is a righteous person.

"Who can tell me why, as soon as Piqueley got there, a report with photos has already been sent out?" Speaker Jackson continued to roar, "Why! They can cross the layers of the Woolworth Building! The newspaper that killed a thousand knives was thrown on my desk!"

The surrounding congressmen were silent for a while, and put their hands under the table in unison, and in the murmur of murmurs, almost everyone took out a copy of exactly the same newspaper.

""Singing and Singing"? Who is this newspaper subscribed to Congress!"

Jackson's bloodshot eyes patrolled between the faces of the congressman, as if he was about to pick up a raw meal in the next second, "Is there no one? Did it fall from the sky?"

"I know, Lord Speaker," a voice came from the corner, "this is the meeting material that you ordered your secretary to send us before the meeting."

"I made the decision?" Jackson pointed to himself, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted with anger. After a while, he calmed down and asked with his forehead, "Where is Pierce? He is not a representative of New England. Why didn't you come to the meeting?"

"Speaker Piquiley said he wanted to understand the situation and took Pierce away."

"You can take a closer look. He is in this photo, and it's hard to notice him lying on the ground."

There was a long silence in the meeting room, until the sudden opening of the door caused time to start flowing again.

"Your Excellency, the British Ministry of Magic has sent a letter asking why we have not carried out the removal of Horcruxes."

A reckless wizard broke in and said breathlessly. After he spoke, several people broke into the meeting room, and the meeting room became noisy.

"I found it, Lord Speaker, the two people in the photo are indeed Hogwarts school students. The blond-haired one was once the head of Numongard in Poland. We suspect that he may be a relative of Grindelwald. This incident should have been planned by Newmontgard."

"Sir, the legislators from those states are jammed downstairs, trying to break into the conference room."

"Sir, the most wanted criminal Daguerre rescued Tina Gold...Scamander from the temporary prison."

"Sir, the members who did not attend the meeting also received the newspaper."

"Sir Speaker..."

"Damn, that's enough!" Jackson waved his hands angrily, and the door of the conference room slammed shut, shutting out the noisy sounds.

"Damn, what kind of newspaper is this?"

Jackson sat down in his luxurious chair, but now he felt that this moderately hard chair was damnably awkward, but he didn't care so much anymore and flipped the newspaper to the last one. Page, the various heart-wrenching reports in the middle made his head even more painful. Finally, on the last page, a piece of silver metal inlaid between the paper appeared in front of him. It was about the size of a business card and was engraved in the middle. The symbol he most reluctant to face—the mark of the Deathly Hallows and the logo of Grindelwald. At the bottom of the symbol, there is a line engraved with a line of words sent to him in beautifully small letters: "A trial version for Lord Speaker, please subscribe for follow-up Place your hand above the nameplate."

"Newmontgard..."

Jackson leaned weakly on the back of the man's chair, stretched out his hand, and covered the metal sheet in front of him.

At the moment he stretched out his hand, the newspaper suddenly turned on its own, and letters flew out of the report, forming paragraphs of words that looked like advertisements but were actually threatening in the sky above the meeting room:

[Singing the opposite, produced by Newmont Gade, bringing you the truth of peace. 】

[With the support of the production and transmission technology of Newmont Gade, we promise that the original appearance of the incident after the scalping will be presented to your desk within half an hour after the occurrence, so that you can know the world without leaving your house. 】

[This newspaper does not use Owl Post to protect the tidiness of the windowsill in your study. 】

[We guarantee: delivery all over the world at the same time! 】

"Around the world?"

Speaker Jackson looked at the heavy plumb advertising message above his head, knocking on the table weakly, and the clerk on the side handed out a colorful cigarette, which was placed above the no-smoking sign.

"Speaker, if the initiator of the practice is an emerging force like Newmontgard, this should be a threat," a member of the Diet blindly analyzed. "They may need our support from the international community, so they have made this move."

"Shut up." Jackson stretched out his wand, but the tip of the flame couldn't correct the cigarette butt. He wanted to spit it to the ground in one bite, but the cigarette holder was stuck by the saliva on his lips. He lowered his head. Shen Sheng said, "You don't know Grindelwald at all, he can really do this kind of thing."

"boom!"

The door was blasted open from the outside, and several stinky wizards broke in together. It seemed that the visitor was not good. Jackson looked at the visitor. It was the familiar face of the International Joint Conference of Wizards that he had had a meeting with a few weeks ago. Participants, in addition to this, there is also Albus Dumbledore, a youth representative from Wiesengamao in the United Kingdom.

"It seems that Mr. Jackson is very leisurely. There is still time to smoke." An old man who seemed to be very grumpy waved his wand, and a fireball with a large washbasin flew towards Jackson's face, "Why? Don't order it?"

"Millhouse, you really lost the face of your ancestors. We wouldn't have imagined what would happen if it weren't for the two young men passing by," an elderly witch said slowly. "You What do you want to do? Control the second Salem, study the Horcrux, if you can't beat Grindelwald, are you going to join him?"

The clerk on the side tried his best to stop the flying fireball, but how hot **** could he bear? The fireball dodges obstacles like a large golden snitch and exploded at a distance of one meter from Jackson's face. , Singed the eyebrows, beard and hair on his face into coke, but he did light up the salivay cigarette.

"President Jackson, we received a newspaper." The old man who threw the fireball threw the newspaper that everyone in the room had read to the ground, and said with a weird smile, "You really are in front of wizards all over the world. It's beautiful."

Jackson is like a schoolboy trying to pretend to be dead and avoiding random checks of homework, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Mr. Jackson," Dumbledore asked seriously, walking out of the crowd, "Is everything true in the report?"

"Ah? Really?" Jackson's brain was filled with a crisis he had never encountered this time, and his thinking ability was greatly restricted. Hearing Dumbledore's question at this moment, he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. Exclaimed, "Grindelwald! All this is a conspiracy of Grindelwald! He wants to subvert the wizarding world in the United States, you must stop him! Albus, you must stop him!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door that had just closed opened again with a bang. McGonagall rushed in and found Dumbledore at the front of the crowd. He leaned on his knees and said breathlessly, "I just went there. Seeing Tom and Nelson, they are okay, but they are a little bit weak..."

"That's good..." Dumbledore nodded, "Minerva, don't worry, speak slowly."

"But the situation there is worse than what is written in the report. There are traces of black magic everywhere, and even Grindelwald himself is there to rescue the wounded... Since the leak of Helbo's Horcrux, they have captured them in total. Four hundred and seventy-five Muggles and thirty-seven little wizards, plus the original more than 800 people in the Second Salem resident, most of them are Muggles, and a total of 1,000 people participated in the experiment. !"

"A thousand people?" Dumbledore frowned. "Did they save a thousand people?"

"No... Albus, most of it was burned to ashes and buried all in a small house there," McGonagall panted, his mood swings bigger than his breath." According to Nelson, there were only fifty people left in the end. He saved forty-five people. Before I left, only thirty-two of these 45 people survived!"

"hiss…"

All eyes condensed on Jackson's face.

His mind was running fast, almost bursting into smoke. Suddenly, an idea came out—"Yes, they have no evidence, as long as I destroy the materials in advance and push the matter to—"

"boom!"

The door rang again, and the antique wooden door finally couldn't bear the repeated torture of today. Even the door frame fell from the wall. An Auror rushed in, crying, and shouted, "Sir, Tina and the wanted person. The guilty raided the secret office, and Newt Scamander was blocked. Can't we get in... Ah, who are you?"

"boom!"

How can the door be opened again after it is dropped? Just as everyone was wondering, Speaker Jackson had fallen limply on his desk.

"I am very interested in your proposal to'pay the price'."

At the second Salem station, Nelson, who received another report on the parchment, ripped the parchment to pieces in angrily, but after turning to face Piqueley, he changed to Binbin in just one second. A polite smile.

"But I have a more reasonable proposal."

"We will definitely let you, Neumongaard, and Mr. Grindelwald to the satisfaction." Piqueley wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with joy, "Just say it."

"Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com since you said that you will be responsible for your conclusive mistakes, then naturally I can't fall behind."

Nelson broke his fingers and said slowly: "Four hundred and seventy-five, thirty-seven, plus eight hundred and forty-eight, how many are...how many?"

"One thousand three hundred and sixty people, there are one thousand three hundred and sixty people who died because of the greed of the Magic Congress of the United States."

Tom said in a deep voice behind Piqueley, and now he can't wait to stab the wand into the head of the old witch.

"It's an amazing number, a 2.5% survival rate, Tom, I don't think I have seen so many people in my life," Nelson said with a big smile on his face, "I am not very good at pricing life. , But one life and one life can indeed be equated."

"You—" Piquili secretly said badly.

"Hush, let me finish." Nelson raised his index finger and pressed his lips, Tom also forced Piqueley to shut up with his magic wand, "I will also be responsible for my'conclusive...mistakes', the injured Auror here, I will all take the responsibility. If you want to lose money or catch me, I am willing to catch me, but you have to pay the same sincere price for the innocent victims here. I just don't know that there are 1,360 wizards in the Magic Congress of the United States. ?"

Chapter end