My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 364

"Hey, that's better!"

Grindelwald waved his shovel, and personally sprinkled a shovel of loess on a small hill standing out in the wilderness. The hill lowered his head, overlooking the tents and national flags, dropped the shovel, waved and shouted, "Albus! It's your turn!"

This small mountain bag takes on a rough human shape, like a man leaning on a bicycle looking into the distance.

His voice did not spread too far, and this casual manner was not seen by anyone except Dumbledore. At the foot of the mountain, Dumbledore, who was discussing with representatives from various countries, raised his head and looked towards Grindelwald, who was playing on the top of the mountain, shook his head helplessly.

"Sorry, let's be out of company."

Dumbledore buckled the hat he was holding on his chest and disappeared, leaving a group of powerful wizards in place, staring at each other.

"What's the matter? Grindelwald."

"Should I not call me Gellert at this time?" Grindelwald said with a sad expression. "I obviously didn't do anything. I didn't set Manhattan on fire or gave any speeches. I even gave you free offers. Isn't it delicious after the tent and meals? Albus."

"It's Boston, Gellert," Dumbledore said helplessly. "What is this? Nelson and Tom didn't tell me either."

"Oh, this," Grindelwald sold off, and said with a smile when Dumbledore was about to cause displeasure, "This is a sculpture, and they want to build a statue here to commemorate the innocent victims and to commemorate the United States. A major step towards progress with the wizards of the world."

"Statue?" Dumbledore held his chin, and the hills under his feet gradually overlapped with an old man in the uniform of a postman. He nodded, "It's really memorable, but the progress you said—"

"Have you forgotten? They are quite famous artists in the Muggle world," Grindelwald curled his lips, "but you should be more familiar with their stage names."

"Oh, that's really familiar."

"What did he do?"

"Who knows? But what Professor Dumbledore must have made sense to him," Nobby Ritchie raised his head, looked at the deserted mountain top and the scorching sun, and suggested to the wizards around him, "It's better for us to move. Let's continue to discuss the handling of the Jackson government in the room."

"That's what I meant." Norton II, who was on crutches, nodded and opened the curtain of the tent behind him, with the national flag on the top of the tent. In fact, a similar meeting had just been held a few weeks ago, and he stared at it. Minister Rich said softly, "But how to deal with them is ultimately our own business in the Magic Congress."

"Of course, Sovereignty," Nobby Ritchie nodded with a smile, entered the tent first, and asked as he walked, "Are you also interested in the position of the Speaker?"

"Not at all, I am the emperor ordered by my father... But Mr. Rich, I solemnly remind you that until the domestic political situation is stabilized, please do not contact other wizarding forces that do not represent the Magic Congress of the United States."

Norton II could not see any emotion on his stern face. He raised his head and looked at the two people floating in the air with silver metal plates on the mountainside and carving the statues with manuscripts. They appeared at the conference table in the tent. Next to the main seat.

"Unexpectedly, the Magic Congress of the United States can get us together twice in a short period of time." Norton II just sat down in silence when he heard the pungent ironic words in his ear, it was in Wool The grumpy old man in the Woz Building who sprayed Speaker Jackson with fire. He was the representative of the German Ministry of Magic, August Guderian. "I remember that Grindelwald did this last time."

"Of course, Mr. Guderian, you must be very impressed. After all, the first second he drove Grindelwald out of our prison with singing and dancing, and the next second he had to seek support from us. Why are you doing this?"

"In order for us to help him catch Grindelwald again." The old witch who went with took off her robe and sat on the chair beside Guderian, knocking on the table and said, "Of course, we didn't catch it in the end, so we Now I have to help Jackson wipe his **** in the tent provided by Grindelwald under the supervision of the wizards under the command of Grindelwald. The German Ministry of Magic, which was just like waste back then, couldn't see Grindelwald, and finally let him burn Paris. Same!"

Representatives of various countries have taken no surprises at this scene. Almost every time before the start of an international wizarding conference, these two people always come to this section, which is already a repertoire of wizard politics.

"Mrs. Sagan, when the meeting is over, I can help you book a restaurant to discuss your problems in detail," Norton II knocked the bell on the table, interrupting the two people's bickering, and he put his wand against his throat. , With the help of the curse, the hoarse voice spread throughout the venue, "Our top priority now is to reach a consensus on the Salem incident...sorry, the second Salem incident."

There was a burst of kind laughter in the venue.

"I suggest that you cancel this place name in the future to avoid the Third Salem incident," Minister Rich said with a smile, "I think everyone sitting here should have reached a consensus long ago, and we will help the United States solve the problem of Haier. The subsequent impact of the device."

"The Horcrux has been destroyed!"

"But do people who have been harmed by Horcrux sacrifice for nothing?"

Norton II stared at Nobby Rich as if he didn't know him. He knew that this young minister was of Muggle origin, but he had never felt such a high level of consciousness in previous encounters. He understood that Rich just wanted to make use of the topic. , Taking advantage of the turmoil within the Magic Congress of the United States, intervened in the internal affairs of the United States.

"The responsible persons have already paid the price. For this, the wizarding society in the United States has been shut down for three days, and so far, countless vicious incidents have broken out."

"This is where we need our help the most!" Noby Richie said righteously, but Norton II clearly saw that his eyes were already smiling.

"The current situation is very clear. I must have read the three-day newspaper, right? The report describes the incident in more detail than the person's personal experience," Nobby Ritchie snapped. A stack of newspapers was thrown on the table, and said contentedly, “Two young wizards from Britain destroyed the world's most dirty official dark magic den and saved people in distress. With their help, they kept the dark magic. Before bidding farewell, the tormented souls conducted a three-day trial of their persecutors—more than a thousand people, compared to His Majesty Norton, he is also horrified by this number!"

"I deeply regret it, but you don't need to deliberately emphasize the nationality of'British'. Their righteous actions have nothing to do with you," Norton II said with a frown. Memorizing the facts, the problem now is that those sinners have paid the price for their actions. American wizards are fully capable of solving internal problems. We only need to elect a new government and select qualified officials. The disaster will only be It's a throes. We don't need you to ride on the heads of Woolworths Building like Muggle colonists. We're not inviting you to be a baton.”

Except for the wizard representatives of several major countries, the representatives of the other participating countries watched their noses and hearts, and turned a deaf ear to the gradual fierce quarrel. No matter what the final result was, they were just numbers in the number of participants.

"We have a suggestion." An Oriental wizard stood up and proposed, "The dispute is meaningless. It is better to write our respective proposals on paper and vote. Although we have completed the evacuation of overseas Chinese, we cannot let the Americas. The land continues to be so rotten."

"It should have been this way!" Norton II knocked **** his crutches.

"It should have been this way." Nobby Ritchie smiled and took out a pile of parchment that had been prepared and distributed it to everyone.

Norton II was really tired. He was a prince in the name of the emperor, and he spent the whole year as the director of the Department of International Affairs of the Magic Congress of the United States. For a small vacation, I wrote an application to myself, approved it myself, and happily went to Miami to play crocodile—but two days ago, after waking up, the whole world changed.

"Your Majesty, we need you!"

When he returned to the office humming a little tune and just wanted to move his unwilling legs to the desk, the rapid knock on the door and the letters pouring out of the fireplace that almost flooded him dispelled all his good mood.

Half an hour later, Norton II, who raised his head from the pile of newspapers on the table, twitched his mouth, staring at his expectant deputy, and asked weakly, "Where is Speaker Jackson?"

"He is in a coma and is still receiving treatment in the ministry. Many people say that he is pretending to be dead and does not want to take responsibility."

"Where is the deputy speaker?"

"He went to Boston with Speaker Piqueley."

"In other words, Serafina isn't there either?"

"You...you may have missed it, because she is the highest level, so she is the first to be tried."

"What about the Financial Secretary? Where is the Secretary for Law Enforcement? Where is the Secretary for Education?"

Norton II reported the names of various officials like the name of a dish. In an emergency, they were all people who could replace the post of Speaker.

"They are... all in a coma, Your Majesty, they are saying everywhere now that the courts of the dead have seized their souls! Before the atonement, theirs—"

"It's OK, it's getting more and more mysterious," Norton II waved his hand and asked with a sullen face, "Where are the Twelve Trees? I remember that the principal and speaker of Ifamuni during the war should be of the same level. right."

"Professor Twelve Trees closed the school. Just half an hour ago, he said that he didn't want the children to be involved in such disgusting things."

"Father is here," Norton II asked, covering his chest, "Who is the highest-ranking official right now? I mean, who is left of the official who has not been dragged to trial?"

"you."

"Father is on..."

Norton II anxiously rubbed the fake strips in his pockets that had been repeatedly rolled into **** and repeatedly flattened, his eyes focused on the empty parchment in front of him, as if he was admiring some classic paintings.

"Jingle Bell…"

The wind chime at the door of the tent rang, the curtain was lifted, and Grindelwald led the two in. Most of the wizard representatives were sitting in jeopardy, welcoming Grindelwald with a smile.

Norton II silently remembered the faces of these people and their countries, and asked, "Mr. Grindelwald, what is it for?"

"I also have a proposal." Grindelwald did not approach the conference table, he made way for the two behind him, and said softly, "How can this kind of meeting lack the protagonist? This is Adele. A little witch who was abducted by the Second Salem and survived hard but stubbornly, this is—"

"I'm just an insignificant maji, my profession is a teacher," a middle-aged man in a gray suit stepped forward and said, "Unexpectedly, the wizard my grandmother said in the bedtime story actually exists. , I wonder if I have the right to speak out on behalf of the survivors?"

When Adele appeared, the wizards did not react, but after the men introduced themselves, some of them instantly became difficult to look. Grindelwald looked at the wonderful expressions of these people and sneered. , Patted the man on the shoulder, "Speak with confidence, your savior is still outside."

With a sound of dingling percussion, pieces of rubble fell from the hills, and the rough but powerful sculptures were slowly breaking free from the **** of soil and stones.

Tom looked at the one-sided face before him and said, "Gnar, is it really over?"

"As long as there are differences, the oppression will never stop."

"Really?" Tom twisted his neck in confusion, and asked, "How long will the wizards be in a coma?"

"Until they have atonement for their sins," Nelson put the manuscript to his waist and took up the hammer and chisel. "I don't know, but some people may not be able to atone for their sins before the end of their lives."

"Ugh…"

Tom let out a long sigh, the sun hanging down on the face of the statue, revealing the rosy luster of a living person, his memory went back to three days ago.

"We know that he is alone and alone, and that you are intricately intertwined." The dead souls blocked Nelson behind and issued powerful threats to those lucky, unrestrained, and cunning sinners. "We will wait here and wait for you to come back again. ."

They protected those who tried to protect them.

The murder is nothing but a nod, but the threat after death is really terrible, Tom murmured, "Death is the fairest thing for anyone."

Nelson seemed to know what Tom was thinking. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com turned his head and said, "I have sent them away. Because of my appearance, Helbo's Horcruxes will cause disasters, and I will not waste them dead. Time later."

"But those wizards..."

Tom saw the ring on Nelson's **** and didn't ask any more.

As the sun sets, the two dropped their chisels almost at the same time, and the last rubble fell to the ground. In the darkness, the old man's face showed a pair of gleaming, hopeful eyes.

At the same time, the teacher held Adele's shoulders, sat opposite Norton II, faced everyone, and made their voices plausibly.

"We require the Magic Congress of the United States to disclose their existence to people who do not master magic to a limited extent, and to fully integrate into the real society of this land."

"We demand that magicians and non-magic people have the same rights."

"We ask the Magic Congress of the United States to stop all magic experiments with similar objects and actively accept our supervision."

"We ask..."

Chapter end