My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 451

"Nelson Wiltning Williams," the stern-faced old man lowered his head and stared at the roster in his hand, squinting at Nelson who was standing in front, "the next exam you are going to take for Defence Against the Dark Arts, in At the request of Professor Slughorn, I will ask you to take the NEWTs test, do you understand?"

"I understand, Professor Mellas." Nelson nodded, took out his wand, held it to his chest, and pointed to the sky, "I'm ready."

"Come with me," Professor Mellas turned and shuffled toward the little door at the back of the exam room, in the same old-fashioned tone of his class that was more ghostly than Professor Bings, "don't Damage things, they'll be here for OWLs and NEWTs tomorrow."

"I'll be careful, Professor."

"It couldn't be better," Professor Mellas used magic to unlock the small door, and the dust that hadn't been cleaned for a year poured out, "I wonder if Professor Slughorn told you that when it's over, the room needs to be cleaned up. Clean it up."

"Are you ready for the exam?"

"Are you ready for the test?"

In the dimly lit hall, a majestic female voice echoed between the domes.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

At the bottom of the British Ministry of Magic, in the conference hall of Wizengamore, a gray-haired witch sat in the seat that normally belongs to Judge Shafik, and struggled to read Dumbledore's full name on the parchment. Rich stood respectfully beside her, ignoring Judge Shafik's angry gaze next to Dumbledore, and even winked at Judge Shafik with a mocking smile.

"It's me, ma'am."

Dumbledore bowed slightly, he changed into a luxurious dress, the purple robe revealed a hint of depth and mystery, and the golden lace added a sense of luxury to him. On his head, he wore a brown-gray round dress. It looks like a brimmed hat that has been around for a few years. The family crest in the middle of the phoenix has been scrubbed and polished. Some of the wizards on the sidelines recognized it. It was the favorite hat of the Dumbledore family. , Phoenix Fox is lying on his shoulders, just looking at this look, he is more than a notch stronger than Judge Shafik, who is wearing the usual silver robe beside him.

Shafik was undoubtedly aware of this, and looked at Dumbledore more and more displeased, as if he had already planned in his mind how to deal with this ignorant Hogwarts Headmaster after his re-election.

"According to the rules of Wizengamore's transition, it should be Justice Shafik at this time... No, Mr. Shafik is sitting here for today's inquiry," Seeing Dumbledore's polite response, the witch nodded in satisfaction, He adjusted his glasses and stared at the two people who were like water and fire under the stage with scrutiny eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "But Mr. Shafiq submitted a proposal for the re-election of Wizengamore chief two months ago. This law The article is still in the trial period, and until it is proven unreasonable, it has the same effect as other laws, so Mr. Shafiq can still choose to continue to compete for the position of Chief Wizengamot, the situation has changed, I hope you understandable."

"I understand." Dumbledore took off his hat with one hand and held it to his chest, "I trust the vision and wisdom of everyone in Wizengamore."

"Hmph," Shafiq snorted coldly, glanced around, and said in a low voice, "I hope you can make the right choice."

Compared with Dumbledore, his speech was not likable, but because of Shafik's former Weihe, most people just put their displeasure on their faces and didn't scold them, but Shafik didn't care at all. At this point, he knew that Dumbledore, the junior he once carried, had an old enemy that most of them didn't know about, and this grievance would become his biggest weakness in the competition for positions.

Shafik's vulture-like gaze swept over Dumbledore, who was poised on the side, flew to his former seat, and fixed on Nobby Ritchie's face. This little toy turned against the water on such an important day, trying to resist Own? His intertwined power is what he could imagine for a little mudblood? When you see Dumbledore, you think you can do it too? It's time to use Dumbledore's tragic failure to teach Rich a good lesson about what his Muggle parents didn't teach him about survival.

Shafik nodded with satisfaction. He had already arranged the future fate for everyone present. After Dumbledore left the stage in shame, presumably Rich would be able to quickly put himself in his place, right? One by one is really worrying! He shook his head again and thoughtfully said, "If only I could be as sensible as the back of our Shafiq family."

He has already brazenly regarded Nelson as his junior, and even planned to "change back" to Nelson's surname and let him take over the power of the Shafiq family after he was tired of it.

"Sure enough, only Shafiq, who has been recognized by wisdom, can lead Britain to the right path." He immersed in his own fantasy, he muttered.

"What are you talking about? Mr. Shafik." The witch on the stage didn't hear what he said, only Dumbledore on the side heard it, but he didn't laugh out of courtesy.

"Protect my chair." Shafiq raised his head and said to the witch, "I don't want to get a new one later."

The remarks that seemed to end in a certain way made the neutral witch also look unhappy, but she quickly restrained herself, turned to the next page of the parchment, pressed her wand against the emblem on the parchment, and rushed towards the two of them. Said, "Please swear to your wands that what you say in this room is true."

"I swear to magic that every word I say comes from my heart."

Dumbledore and Shafik pulled out their wands almost at the same time and held them up in front of them. Immediately, golden threads like an unbreakable oath shot out of the parchment and turned into a light rain to wrap the two of them. Go, they both had a scale-shaped emblem of Wizengamot abstracted into a "W" on their chests, an ancient magic used to ensure that those who made the law would not be favored, although countless varieties have been passed down over the years. A way to circumvent this limitation, but in the current context, it can achieve maximum fairness and transparency.

"Be careful, Albus," Shafik whispered to Dumbledore. "From now on, the price of lying is something you absolutely don't want to pay."

"Thank you for your reminder." Dumbledore smiled slightly, not caring.

Unlike the Muggles, the wizard's Supreme Council does not have too many cumbersome procedures and rules. Just like every time they conduct a trial, the Wizengamore members in the gallery throw questions, and the people standing in the middle will ask questions. Answer, in such an environment of competition between the two parties, it is not impossible to directly start a debate between the parties or between the voters.

"I approve of Dumbledore," the witch said, when a voice could not wait to come out from the corner of the room, "He is the youth representative selected by us. You must know that almost every youth representative will eventually become Wizengar. The chief of Mount Moore, who was even nominated by Judge Shafiq, we have to trust our own vision."

"But that was after the Chief stepped down," someone quickly objected, "Dumbledore still has a lot of time."

"Yeah, it's great to have a power-hungry old fool sitting on that five-hundred-gallon chair," came a slightly younger voice from another corner, "Wait until we Everyone is dementia, and maybe there will be no more witches and wizards in the UK as criminals because we've lost the sense of right and wrong."

Before the two parties spoke, a fierce quarrel broke out in the auditorium, but Shafik was not satisfied with the scene in front of him. He frowned and looked at the several seats in the auditorium before the examination. Several well-dressed wizards sat upright and seemed to close their eyes, because of their silence, the wizards behind them did not make their own voices.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Shafiq gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't be too greedy."

"What's the matter? Mr. Shafik," Dumbledore asked with concern, "you don't look very good."

"Wait and see." Shafik ignored Dumbledore, and everyone in the spectators didn't notice the brief exchange between the two candidates.

Their quarrel focused on "Is Dumbledore's qualifications enough" and "Is Shafik old and confused". To put forward any constructive arguments, the witch in the chair finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up Shafik's favorite gavel, and tapped it hard.

"Begin the questioning session," she finally ended the boring quarrel, "We have heard Mr. Shafik's proposition many times, but Professor Dumbledore's proposition must not be clear to you."

Gu Another routine question, under Shafik's falcon-like gaze, the wizard sitting beside Old Malfoy finally raised his hand reluctantly.

"Mr. Carlo, what do you want to know?" Dumbledore looked patiently at the old Carlo who stood up slowly.

"As we all know, Professor Dumbledore... You clearly opposed Gellert Grindelwald's idea of ​​wizard supremacy more than ten years ago," Carlo's face turned blue and blue, obviously not wanting to say these words , Old Malfoy on the side finally woke up from the state of closed eyes and rested, staring at the unfortunate next to him with a joke, old Carlo grumbled for a long time, and continued, "But now, Gellert Grind The group of wizards led by Wo has been removed from the list of dark wizarding forces, and his magic factory has launched an all-round close cooperation with the British magic circle. If this matter is obstructed, our economy will be destroyed. Sexual blows... Now I want to know your attitude, given your previous stance and the conflict you had with Grindelwald during your previous trial in Norway."

Carlo's remarks woke up most of the people in the room. Even before this election, they all got promises from Nobby Ritchie and Mr. Black, but Dumbledore's truth is very important. This determines whether they will make money smoothly in the future, so one by one they pricked up their ears and began to listen.

Shafik nodded with satisfaction. Although the process was a bit scary, he finally succeeded in seeing the map. This is Dumbledore's most fatal weakness, and he who had been with Nelson long ago would be this group of unfamiliar dogs. s Choice.

He turned arrogantly, facing the gallery, ready to meet the choice of most people.

"I am very supportive of your partnership with The Magic Factory, which in my opinion has undoubtedly brought better, better quality and cheaper goods to the UK. According to my survey, the standard of living of wizarding families in the UK has risen in the last three months. There has been a lot of improvement over the years." Dumbledore fluently delivered a long list of his speeches, which sounded like they had been made up a long time ago, but the emblem on his chest continued to prove that all this was It's what he thought in his mind, "I specifically asked the creator of the magic factory to understand that this move can completely change the structure of the British wizarding society and give us a brighter future."

Shafiq's beard quivered triumphantly, "Look at it—"

Suddenly, he found Dumbledore's answer that was completely different from what he had imagined. He turned around and stared at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"You're lying!" Shafik shouted angrily, raised his finger to Dumbledore's face, and accused angrily, "You're cheating!"

"Mr. Shafik, you said it yourself," Dumbledore spread his hands and smiled slightly, "From the very beginning, the price of lying is something you absolutely don't want to bear."

"Shafiq, I have something to ask you."

Old Malfoy stood up from the tall red high-back chair and looked down at Shafiq, whose pupils were shaking. He secretly rejoiced. This should have been done by Mr. Black, but he could not get it because of the marginalization of the Black family. The seat of Wizengamore, so this beautiful job that can make a lot of money at the touch of a word falls on old Malfoy.

"What do you want to say, Malfoy." Shafik's tone was terribly indifferent.

"Who to scare? I'm going to scare you?" Old Malfoy belied Shafik with disdain and said loudly, "Although Grindelwald has been removed from the list of dangerous dark wizards, he is still in the dark. Seventeen years ago, he was still the dark wizard who harmed the world."

"Really? So what?"

"I'm more concerned about your attitude towards the dark wizard. In my opinion, those who approach the dark wizard when he is in power are dangerous to the whole world."

"Aren't you a dark wizard?"

"This is an unfounded accusation." Old Malfoy didn't care, "I have received some interesting information. Seventeen years ago, you cooperated with Grindelwald, who was still a dangerous dark wizard, to cut off the French Ministry of Magic that was being invaded. support, which ultimately led to the defeat and even death of dozens of Aurors around the world and most of the rebels in France."

Shafiq didn't speak, just stared silently at the wizards around him who stretched out their fangs. He finally understood that the so-called victory was just a trap that pulled him deeper.

In the face of his defeated dog-like attitude, the wizards on stage showed no sympathy. Under the guidance of old Malfoy, more and more crimes were thrown out - from collusion with dark wizards to corruption, from selling The officials are so powerful that they frame Liangcai, and ironically, Shafiq sold them the officials of most of them.

As the old accounts of all kinds of old sesame and rotten millet were turned out, Shafik knew that his situation was over, and even the ending would be even more dangerous, and most of the onlookers, including Dumbledore, were horrified by the detailed information and the huge amount.

"Judge Dumbledore, congratulations." The witch stood up and gave Dumbledore the seat behind her, "This is your seat."

"I wouldn't dare sit on a five hundred Galleon chair." Dumbledore smiled.

"I'll tell you a secret," Nobby Ritchie, who had been silent for a while, raised his head with a brighter smile, "It's actual cost is only twenty-five Galleons. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"That's really... making money." Dumbledore blew his beard.

"What else do you have to say to your ex?"

Richie cocked his chin at Shafik, who was beside him with a gray look. He had never been happier than he was today, even the day he became Minister of Magic.

"Thank you for the convenience your design of the Hogwarts Express and the Knights Bus brings to wizards in England."

Dumbledore put his hat back on, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Shafik, who was in a state of despair, with deep contempt in his eyes, "You may have to wait here for a while, your trial... It's better to choose a day. Hit the sun."

"How did you do it? Clean that garbage room in ten minutes!"

At the entrance of Hogwarts' secret passage, Tom shouted, his face full of disbelief.

"There are enough mayflies, Tom, they can do too many things," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "even if you asked me to collect evidence of a person's crime, I can even know what he liked to sleep with when he was a child, from Looking down from the sky, everything in the shadows will be invisible."

"I suggest you become a house elf in the future," Tom shrugged. "What shall we eat?"

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