My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 459

"What's new around here lately?"

The next morning, Nelson sat in the restaurant downstairs and asked with a smile to the waiter who had finished ordering.

"Are you here to visit the Expo, sir?"

"That's right," Nelson nodded, "but there are still a few days before the exhibition starts, so I was thinking about walking around Paris, but there are so many beautiful things here that I am confused."

"You are so fluent in French, have you been here before?" the waiter asked curiously, inserting the menu into his apron.

"I've been here for a while, and I've been to all the famous places."

"So, sir, tonight there is a play of Notre Dame de Paris at the Grand Théâtre de Paris, you can go and see it," said the waiter, tilting his head, thinking for a moment, "you may have heard of a famous sculpture next to the theatre. , you can go take a look after a while."

"Oh? Looking for Pitia, right?" Tom, who came down the stairs and arrived late, walked into the restaurant and sat opposite Nelson, ignoring Nelson's expression of resistance, and asked curiously, "Why? Hot."

"It's because of the popularity, sir," the waiter shook his head, with a hint of fear in his eyes, "since you know this work, I won't introduce it too much, it's been very weird recently, sir, there are a lot of weirdos in strange clothes. Haunted in that alley, they may be fans of Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald, the thinking and behavior of this kind of performance artist is beyond the understanding of most of us..."

"Can you talk about it?" Tom was interested.

"Last week, children from several nearby stores went to play in the alley when they saw a lot of people there, but they disappeared mysteriously. They didn't return home until yesterday, and the people in those stores were going crazy. I even called the police, but the police only care about serving the unruly tourists from outside... I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend you," the waiter looked at Tom nervously, and he nodded. After he didn't care, he continued, "They don't even remember what happened in the week they disappeared, they just said weird things like they were crazy."

"What nonsense?"

"..." The waiter lowered his head, glanced at the surroundings with the corner of his eyes, lowered his voice, and said in a trembling voice, "They said they were taken away by witchcraft, and they said that the statue was alive, the statue There is a world full of witchcraft behind it... The priest of Notre Dame Church went to exorcise them, but it didn't work."

He couldn't help shaking, as if the lost children had made some shocking remarks in addition to these words, Tom and Nelson looked at each other and nodded.

The waiter didn't notice the slightly strange reaction of the two, and sincerely persuaded: "Gentlemen, it must be the magic trick used by the weird people who gathered there, there are even gypsies there, I heard them Will use a hallucinogenic drug to abduct children, they may just be thrown out by good luck, people with status like you, it is best not to set foot in dangerous places, it is not too late to visit until the World Expo starts for a while."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded with a smile, handing him a large bill, "could you please help us buy two front row tickets? I'm quite interested in Notre Dame's play, and the rest It's your tip."

"To your room with this gentleman?"

"Send it to me together." Nelson waved, the waiter bowed slightly, turned and left.

"Looks like some guys are restless," Tom raised his eyebrows and said after he left a certain distance, "I thought Second Salem was back with this trick of kidnapping children."

"Maybe they just saw a wizard entering the hidden place with the help of a sculpture, and maybe they did it by mistake," Nelson looked out the window, the direction of the Grand Theater was tightly blocked by the buildings along the street, although this fashion is In the early morning, the streets were already crowded with pedestrians, but the French had fewer faces, and they were all tourists who saw nothing new. "It stands to reason that at such a time when wizards gather, the French Ministry of Magic should send someone to cast Muggle expulsion. The curse is right, it's much cheaper than having the memory cancellation office squat over there."

"Maybe the French just don't believe in evil." Tom shrugged. "Should we go over there?"

"I have to go to the wizarding fair grounds, and I'll pass there," Nelson took a well-printed fair brochure from his pocket and tapped its cover, the pages, with the wand in his cuff. The content of the room seemed to have been smudged by water, and it was re-condensed into words that only wizards could see. He quickly flipped through the first few pages, raised his head, and said suspiciously, "The booklet says that all places where wizards frequent. , they all cast the Muggle Repel Charm, and it is impossible to forget the important place of the hidden entrance alone."

"Maybe it's just the French who are carrying forward their traditions," Tom shrugged. The waiter who passed the dishes was already approaching them with a tray. Out of respect for secrecy laws, he changed the subject, "You just ordered what?"

"I ordered a snail sashimi for you," Nelson said reluctantly before Tom's eyebrows flew, spreading his hands, "If you can get up a little earlier, you'll know what to eat in the morning."

"Why do you have to get up early during the holidays?" Tom asked confidently. "Since someone can go to bed late, why can't that person be me?"

"I'll give you some snail sashimi tomorrow."

"Sorry, sir, our restaurant doesn't do this kind of food."

Seeing Nelson's helpless expression, Tom happily took the plate that was handed over.

After having a full meal, the two left the restaurant downstairs of the hotel and wandered in the direction of the Grand Theater.

"Is there any way I can get a French dessert menu and have the house-elves at school accidentally pick it up and get interested in it?"

"You can go straight to the Hufflepuff kitchen downstairs and tell them what you want."

"There would be no surprises then, would it?"

"Speaking of surprises—"

"boom!"

Before Nelson could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an oncoming surprise. A short guy who didn't look in front of him came running from the front and bumped into his waist.

From time to time, the visitor turned his head and looked back, as if someone was chasing him. He thought that he could escape by diving into the crowd, but who would have thought that Nelson, who was hit by the strong, stood still, but he was the one who was jumping because of the bullet. The momentum of Hui was thrown back, and he sat on the cold ground. He lowered the brim of his hat to cover his face, and quickly got up from the ground without looking at Nelson. He squeezed past him and accelerated. ran away.

"It gives me a familiar feeling." Tom, who witnessed the whole process, stood by and raised his eyebrows, "I guess you should have a wallet in your pocket that doesn't belong to you."

"You guessed wrong," Nelson shook his head. "He didn't have a single word in his pocket, but this little thief does remind me of Christian."

"He really stole it?"

"Nice trick," Nelson turned his head and looked back. The thief who hit him had disappeared into the crowd. He looked at Tom again and asked, "Wizard?"

"Muggle," Tom shook his head, "maybe like you said, pure tricks are good, the law and order here is really bad, is this the city center?"

"That's right." Nelson shrugged noncommittally.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd in front of him was brutally separated by a group of people, the head of which was the man in a suit from the "Napoleon" entourage that Nelson saw yesterday.

He pulled away from the crowd, ignoring the disgusted expressions of the people around him, and made way for the wizard behind him.

It was the "Napoleon" who slowly walked out of the crowd. He seemed to have listened to Nelson's advice and changed into a fairly normal attire. Although the combination of pajama pants and a long trench coat was still funny, it seemed to change from a The transvestite turned into a recovering man with some minor mental illnesses left, and the large gem-gold necklace like a dog leash around his neck further set off his extraordinary temperament.

He noticed Nelson and Tom in front of him at a glance, and realized that it was the wizard who attacked his clothes yesterday, so he said unceremoniously in his native French: "You guys, did you see the thief just now?"

The way he spoke was very similar to the language magic that Nelson had purchased at the beginning. The two ignored the impolite guy and just chatted to themselves.

"Why didn't you stop him when you saw him?" Seeing their reaction, the sorcerer realized that they should have met just now, "That's a thief! In my domain, you ruthless fellows are Beheaded!"

"Is this an idiot who ran out of that antique treasure again?" Tom sneered at Nelson, keeping his voice so low that he could just be heard by the wizard, "Sounds like a little leader?"

"you-"

"There are still some wizard kings in Latin America, Australia and Africa. Judging from his appearance, he should be from Australia," Nelson glanced at the wizard and said coldly, "If you continue to chase now, maybe you can catch it. He, but if you're still messing around here... it looks like you're still a king? I don't mind being taught here that a weak country has no diplomacy."

Just as the wizard was about to shout, he was stopped by a man in a suit who was accompanying him. He put the earth king behind him and cast a pleading look at Nelson, apparently recognizing who was in front of him, and Nelson raised his chin at him. , nodded lightly, and avoided the furious Tuwang, without even looking at him.

"That's right, if you did it just now, it would violate the secrecy law." After walking through the block, Tom suddenly remembered, smashed his palm, and said regretfully, "We should find a place where no one is around, and we can ask for it later. ransom-"

"Can't you think of something a little less eccentric?" Nelson looked around and walked across the street to the entrance to the hidden place, which, as the waiter at the restaurant said, was full of fancy clothes. It made the Muggles among them seem a little abnormal. These Muggles happened to confirm another thing - there is no Muggle exorcism here. Nelson saw several people in the crowd wearing casual clothes and wearing French magic. The wizard with the badge should be the Auror and the amnestics stationed here. "It's also making money, and that person's methods are much higher than yours."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked. "Which one?"

"It's the most normal person. He's a liar. I'm afraid he's not here to visit the Expo this time. I'm afraid he's here to make a profit," Nelson laughed, "I'm afraid that the local king is in trouble, you see him Is there a pendant around the neck? It was made with magic spells, very clever transfiguration, and this Expo really attracted a lot of interesting people."

"But how do you know it's a liar?"

"Of course it's because..." Nelson thought for a while, but couldn't make up a good reason, so he had to hand Tom the booklet he was reading in the morning, "This booklet records some famous and dangerous people, of course, they are just Carrying some crimes like fraud, theft, or some other crime that the wizarding law does not punish, the French Ministry of Magic is powerless to control these guys, so they have to print them out to make tourists watch their wallets, of course, like some foolishly jumping on them Guys, it's only a matter of time before you get scammed."

"They're pretty sweet."

Tom raised his head and looked forward. Behind the Grand Theatre, a building he had never seen was reflecting colorful light in the sun.

It was a narrow and tall building that looked like a water tower. Its narrowness was only derived from its relative height. Compared with the surrounding buildings, it was equally large and mighty. The whole body was made of steel painted with white, blue and red paint. It is built, and the structure of the building is exposed without reservation. The standard of these steels is not uniform, and some have obvious shapes of gun barrels, gun mounts or rails. In the introduction of the brochure, tourists can know that, The main building of the Expo was disassembled and assembled from the weapons captured by France during the war, and the masonry structure for tourists to visit is protected by these gun mounts.

The area between the building and the Grand Theater is an open space where various simple exhibition areas and trails are built. This used to be the barracks cleared by the German garrison. At this time, it was just used to hold a grand event. One end of the street was blocked. Vehicles with building materials and exhibits were busy in and out, and Nelson even saw a lot of eye-catching machinery. For example, the highly completed assembly line components are no different from the future development trend. For example, a small car with both comfort, its beautiful appearance and those iron bumps running on the street form a sharp contrast.

Nelson knew that at this moment, the streets of the hidden place were also in full swing, and he stepped towards the sculpture of Pitia, heading for the long-awaited hidden place.

"Want to play at my place?" A hoarse whisper came from his ear. A rickety old witch was holding an apple, seducing the Muggle children playing around like in a fairy tale. Nelson did not Don't worry, because he noticed that the Aurors stationed here have approached her from all directions.

Wizards dressed in unique costumes from all over the world mixed with Muggles who strayed into each other. The Muggles and wizards gathered together are having a conversation between the **** and the horse's mouth... Such a special scene may never have appeared in this world.

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