My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 443

"I don't know, maybe there is a small spider egg hidden in the spider egg that Hagrid brought back."

Nelson spread his hands and leaned on the cabinet where the **** was placed, looking at the furnishings in the principal's room.

Fox was sleeping soundly, Dumbledore was sitting in his chair and staring at himself with a smile, and he pressed a bell on the side. Hagrid sat opposite him with his head hooked, his face full of chagrin and self-blame, and Tom turned his back. As they stood in front of the bookshelf that Dumbledore used to place clutter, they seemed to be able to see the flowers in the group photo of a family of five.

When he and Tom returned to the castle with Hagrid, Dumbledore was already standing at the gate and preparing to meet the three of them. Even though the night was dark, Dumbledore was still wearing his normal clothes, looking like he had just returned from the outside. The same, and the cold environment after entering the office also confirmed this conjecture. After the fire in the fireplace was lit, the principal's room became slightly warmer.

The fire light painted a series of different lights and shadows on the four people. After hearing Nelson's obvious perfunctory answer, Dumbledore was not angry about it, but the atmosphere in the room quickly became very different in the silence.

"I suspect that the person who gave Hagrid's spider eggs secretly placed another female spider in the school, but the protection of Hogwarts is impeccable," Tom sighed, turned around, and threw a heavier one. Suggestion, "Only students or even professors may bring them in. I suggest that all school personnel take Veritaserum. This is obviously a conspiracy against Hogwarts."

"Tom..." Dumbledore laughed blankly.

Tom's suggestion seems to be for Hogwarts' sake from beginning to end. This is undoubtedly a safe way to eliminate risks, but it is impossible to implement.

“Although taking Veritaserum can only cause obvious sequelae in the case of large doses, no one knows whether small doses of Veritaserum will cause harm to the little wizard. This is in line with Hogwarts' original intention to protect students. Contrary, let alone, this is a potion that is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Take a step back. Even if the Ministry of Magic and the school board agree to this proposal, what will the parents of students think of Professor Dumbledore? ?" Nelson and Tom sang together, "This is a foolish dream."

"Okay, okay," Dumbledore smiled and waved his hands. "You two don't need to perform here. There has not been a day in Hogwarts since the establishment of the school for thousands of years without being surrounded by powerful enemies, but we are in any era. We have persisted under the agitation. For those who dare not show their faces and use magical animals to throw stones and ask directions, we don't have to worry too much. You two, you must have confidence in your alma mater."

"Boom!"

The door of the principal's office was knocked, and then, with an angry face, McGonagall, who was called up just after sleeping, walked in angrily. She just scanned the office and understood what was going on. .

"Nelson, Tom," she said grimly, pointing at the two of them, "it's a chance for me to put you in confinement."

The huge Hagrid was automatically ignored by her.

"Minerva, I'm sorry to disturb you so late," Dumbledore apologized, and pointed to Hagrid. "Can you help me take Hagrid back to the bedroom? I'm afraid he will be in danger this late."

"Okay, Professor." McGonagall pulled Hagrid to his feet without gentleness, and pulled out of the principal's office. Before leaving, he glared at the two again.

"You are in trouble, I sometimes dare not provoke Minerva," Dumbledore said with a smile after the door was closed, "So what else do you want to tell me?"

"With Hagrid's consent, I cast the mind of the gods on him. His idea was easily tampered with. After restoring, I learned that the person who gave Hagrid the spider eggs was called Ivy, and sent another spider. He may have entered Hogwarts too," Nelson changed a serious face and told the original encounter between Hagrid and the man. "He has a deathly hallowed pendant on his body. I don't Make sure if he is from Newmondgard."

"Is it a mark of the Deathly Hallows?" Dumbledore was silent for a moment, opened the drawer, and took out a golden pendant to show Nelson. "Is that so?"

"Same as yours, Professor?"

"This person may not have anything to do with Newmontgard. There are many people who pursue the power of the sacred artifacts who have such accessories," Dumbledore put the pendant back. "I have pursued them before, and no one would have thought of it. The person who ultimately possesses the power of death is not any of us."

"Do you have any impression of this person? Although he has a strange accent, he has an English appearance."

"I haven't heard of it," Dumbledore shook his head. "Probably, as he himself said, he was a traveller who wandered from afar."

Nelson and Tom, who had left the principal's room, walked toward the dormitory. As they walked, Nelson felt something in his pocket.

"Are you looking for paper?"

"No," Nelson shook his head, took out two small silver balls, and after recognizing the markings on them, he put one of them into his ears, "just in case, in case that gives the spider eggs to the sea.

If the qualified person is a saint, things can be much simpler. "

"Is there anyone in Newmondgard who is proficient in magical animals?" Tom shook his head disdainfully.

"What if? They like to collect all kinds of non-mainstream talents," Nelson manipulated the **** on the ball with his magic wand. "Maybe Newt jumped upside down."

"You really dare to think about it," Tom curled his lips, looked sharply at the corner of the dim corridor ahead, and said sharply, "Who is there?"

"Hahaha, finally Master Pippi caught two—"

A translucent ghost's head poked out from the corner of the wall with a weird giggle, but when he saw the faces of the two of them clearly, he instantly interrupted the threat as if he was strangling his throat, and his mouth was squeezed out to make people listen. I don't understand the strange sound.

Nelson put down the ball, smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Lord Pepigui, what did you catch two?"

"Haha," Pippi gave a dry smile, rubbed his hands and escaped into the wall, only showing one head outside, "Master Nelson, why don't you have a good rest in the middle of the night? This makes me very worried."

"Thank you." Nelson smiled and nodded at him, but Pippi, who had already escaped a long time ago, had no time to respond. Only two slightly aberrated green eyes in the corner gave him a glare, and escaped into the darkness with a "meow" Among.

"You are in trouble." Tom gave Nelson a sympathetic look. "Should I cast a curse on the bedroom door? But I think that might not be useful to it."

"The one that should come will come." At the moment when he saw the question mark, Nelson had already developed instinctive fear, the long-healed scar on his face was aching, but he still pretended to be calm and continued to play with the ball, "Okay. Now, let me ask who it is."

The small ball stuffed in his ears gave out a faint silver light, and Andre's voice soon came out.

"Damn...Who? Do you know what time it is? If there is no business, just wait to go to the Antarctic to feed the penguins!"

Andre's angry and feeble voice came from the small ball. He cursed and asked Nelson where he came from. After Nelson created this kind of magical props that could use the central global communication, almost everyone at the top of Newmontgard One hand was allotted, which also made those anti-human signs and gestures completely withdrawn from the stage of history.

It's just that these little **** don't have advanced caller ID function, so the person being called doesn't know where the message is coming from.

"Andre," Nelson said in a low voice in the corridor, "If I remember correctly, the route to the South Pole is here. Don't plagiarize other people's ideas easily."

"Oh? Nelson?! Wait!" There was the sound of clothes rubbing from the ball, and Andre seemed to be getting up from the bed, and even the sound of the lighting curse was heard, "Damn, where's my lamp?"

"You don't have to get up, Andre," Nelson said, "I just want to ask you something simple."

"I've gotten up anyway," Andre murmured after putting on his clothes, lighting up the lamp, "you don't care about the old man... I heard that Dumbledore has been persecuting you, and I thought you were coming back. Nothing else, Zweig really misses you."

"It's not a day or two if he wants to beat me," Nelson pouted. "In the United States some time ago, if I hadn't run fast, he might have been surrounded by him and hung from the lighthouse in Boston Harbor."

"this is a good idea."

"What? Hang the lighthouse?"

"Yes, you are really a living king," Andre exclaimed, "I've seen the saints who spend money and can't do things a long time ago. It's not pleasing to my eyes... Okay, let's talk about business, you have to ask. What? Be considerate and considerate of my old man. I haven't slept well for a week."

"Well," Nelson looked around, lowered his voice again, and asked, "Have you sent someone to England?"

"Isn't there you in England?" Andre asked, "That crazy guy always imagines that he is a penguin holding a meeting with an ice cube. He didn't bring a large group of people from Krakow to come to you. Already? Having said that, I must repeat again that this kind of large-scale personnel transfer must be advanced..."

Nelson gently took the ball out of his ears, took it a little further, and shook his head with a wry smile at Tom who was watching the show. He estimated the time, waited for about thirty seconds, and stuffed the ball back.

"…Do you understand it?"

"I see, next time," Nelson said in a serious tone as if he had just been obedient. "So there are no other wizards of Newmontgard in Britain besides the Penguins?"

"Yes, if that kid Barry is okay, maybe he will go there and harass Master Grindelwald's aunt, but you know, he has a problem walking now, I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy."

I don't know since when, Andre became like a real old man, just like the elders in the family, chattering and talking, and sometimes he started to care about Zhou when he said it was business.

The people surrounding, those trivial words made Nelson's nose sore. A few years ago, he was a trendy old man who likes to explore. He suddenly became like this after hearing the death of his favorite student.

"Can you apply for early graduation with Dumbledore? I am really short of manpower here, especially after you ran away, everything in the magic factory has to be stared at me, let me be an old man to learn this trendy Things are too difficult to be human. What's even more sad is that I may be the person who understands it best here."

"You're still old, Andre," Nelson said with a chuckle, "I suggest you retire in place."

"How is it possible? There are still many things left to be done." Andre sighed, his tone becoming frustrated, "Really, find time to come back. I think Barry may not be able to get through me, Grindelwald. The adults said that the torture of the Second Salem made Barry's situation worse. He also told us not to worry. He will be fine. But how can this make people not worry? Even Master Grindelwald started to use this A botched lie is here to comfort others...Let's find Diepert to send him off at that time."

"Andre...Principal Dippet," Nelson swallowed, shook his head, and said, "He's dead."

"what?!"

"He took Isabel's medicine and wanted to make a desperate move to catch Adele—the little girl who survived the Second Salem, but was stopped by me." Nelson brought the ball closer, pressing his lips." But his collapse can't be stopped...Don't tell Barry about this, maybe what Grindelwald said is true. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Even you started to comfort me?"

Even through the small ball, Nelson could feel the depression of the opposite Andre. He could even imagine this grim-faced old man slipping from the chair. Grindelwald did not teach too much after taking in Barry and White. In their free time, these two saints who are closest to Grindelwald are almost brought up by Andre, just like Nelson's a few years ago.

"This is no comfort, Andre," Nelson said earnestly. "I found a way to save the Silent. I have another Silent friend to cooperate with me. Barry is not the end, it just happened that I was looking for something to do with him. , I'll go to Newmondgard to find him in a while."

"Really? Barry is always talking about you," Andre wanted to trust Nelson, but this kind of statement was too ridiculous. He cheered up and said happily, "When you come, I will take you well. Walking around, Newmontgard can be considered a big change this year!"

"Okay." Nelson closed the ball's communication with a smile, and silently stuffed it into his pocket.

"Nall, don't worry," Tom patted him on the shoulder. "You have done it in the future, haven't you?"

"Perhaps," Nelson shook his head, his gaze became firm, "Even if it is to make a successful future conclusive, I should be fully prepared so that I can't let my future be overwhelmed."

After that, he took out another small ball, pressed the button and ordered: "Check for a person named Ivey, don't just check in the wizard."

Putting down the ball and looking at Tom, Nelson showed strong enthusiasm: "I'm going to start experimenting."

Chapter end