My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 509

"Oh?"

At the dinner table, Nelson, who was holding a slice of bread and stuffing two elbows, suddenly froze. His raised elbow stopped Tom's outstretched fork. With a "pop", the fork fell into the mushroom soup in front of the two of them. inside.

"What's wrong?" Tom glanced at the plate covered with the splattered soup in disgust, wiped the plate with a napkin, turned his head and asked, "Have you had any recurrence of an old disease that I don't know about? ?"

"No, no," Nelson shook his head, picked up the sandwiched "roujiamo", dipped it in the soup, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered, "You have a new guest there."

"Where am I? Where am I?" Tom asked suspiciously, having even forgotten that he had bought a shop in Diagon Alley.

"It's Diagon Alley, that pet shop," Nelson reminded patiently, "and someone else went in."

"Uh... It's not going to be the same as last time, is it? Why don't we go out of school tonight to see what's going on?"

"Don't worry, I put a piece of black bread there. Since what happened last time, I'm very professional now."

"Professional? A piece of brown bread??" Tom raised his voice, and when he noticed that everyone around him was looking at him, he lowered his voice, pressed Nelson's arm and asked in a low voice, "Where are you feeding the chickens??? "

"It's good to have some," Nelson pouted. "I've enchanted that piece of black bread. As long as he eats one bite, another bite will come out. You don't care about the food of the trespassers, right?"

"I'm afraid he'll die," Tom threatened. "If someone dies in my real estate, do you know how bad the discount will be?"

"Can't die," Nelson said, spreading his hands and shrugging, "he can't die if he wants to."

"Oh," Tom had no doubt about him, "so shall we find a chance to visit London this weekend?"

"Let me think about it...well, wait for next week," Nelson shook his head. "I promised Adele that I would go to the Quidditch pitch this weekend to watch her participate in the Hufflepuff Quidditch selection."

"She still likes this?" Tom raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised expression, "Damn, the birthday present I prepared for her is a pink fennec fox..."

"That's right, where did you buy it? Or did you go to North Africa to catch it?"

"...plush doll." Tom added the last word after being stiff for a moment.

Silent, Tom stared at the crumbs at the corner of Nelson's mouth, as if he had discovered some mystery of the universe.

"What did you give Christian for her birthday last year?"

"A set of "Advanced Potions" and "Advanced Practical Potions" that I have personally marked the key points, just so she can use them this semester."

"I know why she has such a bad relationship with you." Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder and said sympathetically.

"I'll go with you on the weekend," Tom asked, rubbing his chin for the first time, having doubts about his charisma. "Did you buy Adele a broom? If not, I'll buy her one. , just buy the most expensive one, how about the Minerva? Write now to place an order, and it will definitely arrive before Friday."

"Have you ever considered a question, Tom, what if she is not selected? Is there any difference between the broom you escaped from and the broom you gave me?"

Tom's expression became more complicated, and after a while, Nelson asked suspiciously, "You don't really want to give me a broom, do you?"

"Shouldn't a person who lacks talent in flying, but is full of love, be encouraged with a good broom?"

"Thank you so much. You'd better pack your pink fennex plush doll in the bag. If she doesn't choose, you can take this out."

"Name."

"Winston—"

"Name!"

In the dimly lit interrogation room, a red spell hit the wizard sitting on the interrogation chair, but this innocuous spell only shook his body, and did not penetrate the tough carapace. Injuring his body, but Ogden's anger has been fully conveyed, the beetle-shaped wizard pouted, the jaws on his cheeks collided with each other, and said in a loud voice, "Tillo Krell."

Gu Yan "You better pray that you didn't lie to me just now."

Ogden glared at the wizard curled up in the interrogation chair, his back covered with rounded carapace prevented him from sitting as securely as other criminals, and had to use more chains to tie him, even if He was already a prisoner now, but the kind of happiness he exuded from the inside out made Ogden extremely confused. He touched his chin and looked at this strange-looking man again. Wu, turned around, pushed open the iron door behind him, and walked out.

After the iron door was slammed shut again, the interrogation room fell into dim silence again.

The wizard, who called himself Krel, stretched his limbs comfortably. Two slender worm limbs covered with bristles pierced the armpits of the robe, and nimbly got into the gap between the handcuffs and the shackles, tightening them slightly. The shackles of the man were stretched a little, and then they were quietly retracted, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Prisoner, hehe," he put the shell on his back against the back of the chair, raised his feet, and began to calculate how much Galleons he should spend to redeem his life. "It's better than losing your life."

He watched helplessly as the out of breath werewolf was lifted up by the members of the Law Enforcement Team who arrived later and packed into a box like a dead dog. He couldn't help but once again sighed at the cruelty of the only escaped companion, even as a dark wizard. , He also felt that the coldness was a bit too much.

"Damn, aren't we just here to catch a little Auror? It's not a secret mission, why does he have to do this?" There was an indignant hatred on his face, but his expression soon became strange. "He's not really on a secret mission, is he?"

Every word of the wizard was recorded by the wizard stationed on the other half of the wall. He muttered to himself for a while, and finally, the iron door of the interrogation room was pushed open again.

Ogden walked in with a stack of parchment paper, and threw them heavily on the small table in front of the wizard as soon as he entered, his attitude became even worse.

"A lot of evil deeds, Thilo Krell!" Ogden snapped, "Your name was on the first statistical list sent by the International Federation of Wizards last month, and it looks like I caught it. A big fish."

Krell didn't answer, tacitly acknowledging Ogden's accusation.

"I don't understand, why you, a dark wizard who has been making illegal potions in Austria all the year round, came to London to hold an innocent Muggle tailor? If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out alive today. This is the door," Ogden added, seeing the expression of indifference on Krell's face, "a dark wizard like you who is wanted around the world will not be protected by any laws in the country where you are located. , that is to say, even if I kill you now, no one will complain for you, so you'd better explain all your problems one by one now, and make it clear about your ugly ghost. what's going on."

Ogden flipped open the parchment in his hand and pushed one of the pages in front of Krell. There was a photo on the parchment, and a man with a serious expression was talking to the camera, although it wasn't that much. Handsome, but at least not as unpersonal as he is now.

"You can record it directly, sir," Krell said skillfully, "I have experience, so you don't have to ask one by one."

"Oh, it's really glorious."

Ogden saw his proficiency only belonged to an old hand, smiled disdainfully, took out a clean parchment and placed it in front of him, waved his wand, and a quill flew out from under the table, hovering above the parchment .

"My name is Thilo Krell, I graduated from Durmstrang twenty-three years ago, and I was born in Hamburg, Germany. I look like this because of my symbiosis with my gold beetle, which is a kind of Durmstrang. The magic of Trant." Krell said at a speed that a quill pen could just keep up with, and the gap between the breaths was just enough for it to dip into ink, "I first did it in a little-known potions shop in Germany. I was an apprentice for three years. Later, because I wanted to go it alone, but was not allowed, I accidentally killed the owner of the shop and also my potion master. Of course, please believe that this is not my intention, otherwise the German Ministry of Magic will not put me Release it."

Ogden nodded, Krell's description was completely consistent with the record of his first arrest, but he knew these dark wizards full of lies too well, he knew that this must be a premeditated crime, but he He didn't say much, and continued to listen to the record quietly.

"After I finished the investigation, I couldn't find a serious job. They all thought that I was a murderer who would kill the host's family. No one wanted to hire me, so I went to Austria and joined the team there. The rascals."

"Rogue Gang?" Ogden sneered, "What a stupid name."

"This gang mainly sells valuable but priceless gadgets. I have a good level of potions, so I stayed there, and usually made some relaxing things and sold them to Germany. The eventful German Aurors have been caught a few times, and the people of Numengard have been driving out other wizards from Austria until the Prussian region was at war five or six years ago, and the German Ministry of Magic had little time to control it, and we were all mixed up Go in, continue our business locally, and find an opportunity to join a peripheral organization of the Saints," Krell said to himself, regardless of Ogden's sarcasm that he was climbing high branches, "I said we are the peripheral organization of the Saints. It is not groundless, we obtained a formula from Numengard a few years ago, which is a green potion that can directly mobilize emotions, and the effect is much better than our previous product."

Listening to Krell's unrepentant recounting of his criminal experience, Ogden's face flashed a sullen look, but he did not have a seizure, because the second half of Krell's words were very important, and it seemed that he met him not long ago. A case file that has been passed.

"After getting this secret recipe, the rogue gang has become more popular locally, and the biggest opportunity for us to grow up was two months ago," Krel, who was stabbed in the back, has no scruples about the so-called secret. He poured out a lot of content that was not on the dossier, "Although our business covers many Muggle friends, these are not visible, but two months ago, inexplicably, the secrecy law was repealed, and we The surrounding area either has no Muggles like Numengard, or uses laws to protect Muggles like other countries, but Prussia is basically a no-care zone, you may not know the situation there, even Muggles are But shooting wizards in the street, have you seen their guns? 'Pop' - 'Bang' and people die."

"You will explain the situation in Germany in detail later, and someone will record it," Ogden was shocked, even the British Ministry of Magic knew very little about the situation there, "Tell me about the werewolf with you first. Who is it? Also, what is your purpose in coming to England."

"There are two people who came to the UK with me this time. Our task is to capture the Auror Ludwig Kant of the German Ministry of Magic. He always wants to subvert the Prussian situation where everyone makes money, so he has become a lot of people. A thorn in the eye, but his grandfather has always been in the hands of the rogue gang, so it's honest, but three days ago the old man suddenly went crazy, attacked the wizard who brought him food, and broke into the street, wait until we subdue him , that little Auror Kant has already run away," Krell twisted his neck, "Just when I was free, I brought the two of them to chase."

"Why are you free? Aren't you in charge of making potions?"

"The leader of the rogue gang changed a few years ago. He found me and wanted me to train a few apprentices to expand the business. It just happened recently... Damn!" Krell seemed to suddenly understand something, and he raised his voice. At first, his jet-black compound eyes met Ogden's smiling eyes, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

"I think you were so calm before because you always thought your boss would come to get you. Hehe, it seems that you are not as important as you think," Ogden folded his arms and smiled, "I'll just say one. There's no reason for the wizard in charge of pharmaceuticals to be exposed on a wanted list in your disgusting business, Mr. Krell, now you can choose your words carefully and think about whether there is anything you missed."

"Among the three people we came this time, that stupid werewolf was a thug, he came from the east, and later joined us, his hobby was cannibalism, and he only picked one family, ate the youngest among them, and then bit You can check the rest of the injured, his name is Roman Warrenski," Krell said in a deep voice, "As for the other person, he has already run away, but he won't run for too long."

"Who is that?"

"His name is Fritz Hallmann," Krell gritted his teeth and said word by word, "find someone to read me Legilimency, I'm afraid that the language is not detailed enough to let you really understand. he."

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