My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 521

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"Is anyone here?"

The moment they walked out of the alley, the wizard-related features of Nelson and Tom disappeared. They wore shirts and vests that were popular in previous years, just like two small town youths who had just arrived in the big city.

Nelson looked at the empty street, quickly crossed the road, walked to the door of the tailor's shop, and shouted inside.

"Sorry, these days—"

There was a sound of answering from the door, followed by the sound of panting and running, as if the tailor's shop had not opened for the past few days.

Martha ran out of the store with a skirt that reached the ground and took small steps, hurriedly like a deer, her long golden hair was covered by the hood that tailors were used to wearing, and hung around her waist. The tools in the sewing kit collided with each other, making a crisp sound like a wind chime.

She couldn't stand the strong light outside, and she narrowed her eyes as soon as she ran out of the door, but after seeing the two people standing at the door, her eyes widened suddenly, and her eyes widened because of a few days ago. The panic left by the crisis disappeared, leaving only the appointment surrounded by sudden surprises. Those blue eyes seemed to be able to speak, as if they had a thousand words to tell Nelson.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't we?"

"I saw you from a distance last time in Paris," Nelson scratched his head. "It's just that I'm a little busy."

"I saw you too, on the screen, nuclear physicist," Martha said with a smile. "Come in."

Tom raised an eyebrow, stood beside Nelson helplessly, snapped his fingers, woke up the somewhat dazed Martha, and said with a smile, "Hey, am I wearing too dark? How come no one sees it? me."

"I really can't see it," Martha waved her hands vigorously. "I have to make you a bright dress, so that you won't be able to find it if you fall into the crowd."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. Whether it was Masha who had just returned home after graduation, Nelson who was not seeing the end of the dragon, or Tom who would come to the orphanage and shop from time to time, the three seemed to suddenly return to seven years ago. Individuals sit on the eaves to bask in the sun on a hazy day, and another day when they dare not climb a ladder and have to squat in the yard to let them wind.

"Is the injury on your leg better?"

"Nal, can't you really find anything to say?" Tom said while grabbing his shoulders and pushing into the store, "Brother, that was many years ago."

"By the way, just a few days ago, before they came, a Mr. Vampire came to my shop." Martha nodded to Tom while cleaning up the messy workbench, "He seems to be German. , set off the alarm that you were staying."

"Mr. Vampire? Is that the sick guy with the flour on his face with two pairs of dog teeth?" Tom narrowed his eyes. "Is there any such thing? Who is that? Lorca?"

"No, he looks healthy, but he can turn into a bat," Martha shook her head and said, "His name is Ludwig Kant, do you know him?"

Masha continued to bury her head in arranging the cloth. As the pile of cloth like a hill was cleaned up, the golden speculum pressed on the table was exposed, and the small top finally had an open space where it could turn. Nelson and Tom, it was glowing, and it was spinning fast.

"I knew he knew magic when he first came here, hehe," Martha didn't notice the sudden silence in the store, covering her mouth and laughing, "but I told him I judged it based on the clothes, and he still believed it. , I told him he was wearing a suit that was out of season, but I wouldn't be surprised to see a man in a fur coat on the street in the weather in London."

"I know," Nelson said suddenly. "What is he doing with you?"

"He wants to make a set of seasonal clothes," Martha's tone suddenly became cautious. She looked outside the store, and ran back to the workbench lightly. He came down to a small drawer, held Nelson and Tom reluctantly, and said mysteriously, "He left so much gold!"

"Gold?" Tom craned his neck curiously. The light of the gold ingot in Martha's hand was extremely dazzling in the dim shop. Even though Tom was already very rich, he couldn't help but be a little bit overwhelmed when he saw so much gold." Huh... that much?"

"It's hard for you to move." Nelson was also a little surprised.

"Now the clothes are ready, but for this money, I feel that I can't..."

Nelson fell into silence, and after thinking for a while, he finally decided not to tell Martha Ludwig's death.

"I made two sets, a normal two-piece suit, and a three-piece suit for important occasions. I don't know if wizards will wear suits on important occasions, so the second set is still not ready for the vest..."

"Give it to me," Nelson raised his head and extended his hand to Martha, "give me the set that I made, I'll bring it to him, you can keep the money, since he gave it to you."

"Is this really good?" Martha was still a little apprehensive, but she turned around to get her clothes.

"He probably won't need the money anymore, and your craftsmanship is worth so much, so let's do something meaningful," Tom shook his head. "By the way, haven't you been open for a few days?"

"Yeah," Martha folded her hands, put her hands on her chest, lowered her head, and said in a low voice, "After all, anyone would be afraid of something like that, even if your Ministry of Magic officials told me that this place is completely safe. Now, I'm also a little scared, after all, Mr. Auror told me this before... I wanted to go to Diagon Alley today, relax, and see if the wizard has any special fabrics."

"Diagon Alley?" Nelson asked, looking at Martha suspiciously. "Is Diagon Alley open to you now?"

"No," Martha shook her head, "London citizens can only see news about wizards in the newspapers. I also saw your school in the Times newspaper these two days. Schools in London are very different. They have disclosed the place where they can meet wizards and communicate with them. It is the Alexander Building that was built in a few days. Except for some daring businessmen and politicians, no one dares to go there, but some Those who make trouble will be expelled quickly."

"Then how do you get to Diagon Alley?"

"The officer who came here to investigate the situation was a very warm and gentle lady. She gave me a voucher to go to Diagon Alley and told me to come and go freely as compensation for the dark wizard attack," Martha said. , took out a piece of parchment from his chest pocket and handed it to Nelson, "But I still feel at a loss. Would you like to accompany me?"

Looking at the artificial handwriting on the parchment, Nelson remembered a certain exam font. He looked at the address of the Leaky Cauldron written on it, and after confirming it was correct, returned the parchment to Martha.

"That's right," Nelson said with satisfaction, nodding. "It looks like there are still warmhearted people at the Ministry of Magic."

"She is indeed very enthusiastic, and she said that she will lead me when I go to deliver clothes to Miss Black!" Martha said with a smile, "I used to think that wizards, witches, and magicians are like wolves like tigers. , but it was you who knew you at first... how about you?"

Tom, who was playing with handkerchiefs, snorted before she brought Tom with him, and continued, "That Mr. Kant looks like a good man. When I was trapped in the Expo Garden in Paris, I asked for help in a magazine. There will soon be many kind wizards to help. The three bad guys made me a little scared, but Miss Umbridge told me with her actions that there are still many good people in the world, whether they are wizards or us who can't do magic. "

"Ah... who?!"

Nelson suddenly raised his voice, and the somewhat broken tone made the three people in the store look at him in confusion.

"Miss Umbridge, her name is Dolores Umbridge," Martha realized, "you should know her, right? She seems to have just graduated from your school and is now a full-time trainee at the Ministry of Magic. Woolen cloth."

"Oh, that fanboy," Tom curled his lips and poked Nelson with his elbow, "what are you making a fuss about? I thought Martha said the lady was called Dumbledore."

"Umbridge..." Nelson suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in time and space. He shook his head and said, "It's nothing, but her pink bow is so impressive."

"It's really puzzling that she can have such an attitude towards Martha," Tom whispered close to Nelson's ear, "I don't have much contact with her, but I know she's a very purposeful person. There are things in Sha that she values, either the bag of gold nuggets left by Kant, or Walburga, I personally prefer Walburga, after all, I have seen her clinging to power, but I don't think there is any need to worry about her doing anything out of the ordinary."

"Yes, after all, she praised the handsome Abraxas who just entered the school in front of everyone in the Slytherin lounge."

"Haha, you've heard this joke too."

"What are you talking about?" Martha asked curiously.

"It's nothing, some shady gossip," Tom shrugged and drew his wand from his sleeve, "let's help you clean up, and if you hurry up, you'll be able to catch the famous afternoon ice cream set at Diagon Alley. , it just so happens that we have something to do to go to Diagon Alley."

Under his actions, the fabrics piled up in the store found their companions according to their material, size and color, rolled them up and stuffed them into the tall cabinet against the wall, while Nelson put away the Martha set for the road. A suit made by Devig, put it into a small ball and stuff it into a pocket.

Martha looked at Tom's packing wand and Nelson's invisible pockets, with an expression of envy that she had never shown when she met those powerful wizards.

Nelson noticed her expression and asked softly, "Do you want that too?"

"Me?" Martha pointed to herself, shaking her head like a rattle. "No no no, I'm not a wizard."

"Who knows?" Tom had tucked the last thick turquoise velvet cloth into the low cabinet under the workbench, stepped on the cabinet door to make it fit properly, turned his head and smiled at Nelson. "You said so, Nahr?"

After a while, the lock of the tailor's shop fell, and Martha came out with Tom Nelson wearing a wide-brimmed hat. The breeze blew up the skirt, and the three young men soon became the attention of the gradually bustling street. view.

"Seriously, you don't look like a man in normal clothes," Tom couldn't help but say. "London finally sees the sun again. Is it reasonable for you to wear a hat?"

"I've been in the United States before, it's too sunny there, it's a habit," Martha said, tilting her head, while measuring Nelson's figure with the small ruler she carried, which made his walking stiff. Sha said while measuring, "I remember seeing your windbreaker a few years ago. Can it change size with your body?"

"Magic," Nelson explained succinctly.

"Magic is so annoying, tailors are going to lose their jobs," Martha put on an annoyed expression, then laughed quickly, "You've grown a lot taller, I remember we were the same height before, and then Tom suddenly became Abandoned us, and now you have abandoned me too."

"He may not have noticed this kind of thing himself. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Tom pouted and looked at Nelson with his eyes slanted, finding that he could barely see the top of Nelson's head, nodded with satisfaction, and said ,"not bad."

The three walked quickly through the street, and they had a very different temperament from the pedestrians on the road. Soon, they came to Charing Cross Street. Perhaps because of the influence of the Leaky Cauldron, this street has not been affected by too many wars. It spread and became the most prosperous neighborhood after the war. They soon came to the door of the Leaky Cauldron. Martha looked at Nelson, who had led her to the second-hand bookstore and antique store, in confusion. Just as she was about to ask a question, she heard Nelson's voice.

"Think of the address you saw on the parchment."

Martha looked at the second-hand bookstore at 48 Charing Cross Street in front of her. Although she felt absurd, she used "magic" to convince herself. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the address. When she opened her eyes again, the The second-hand bookstore was like a bouncing melon. The windows with the same eyes glared at her, leaned down, and jumped to the side with force, creating a new area between the two buildings. , and soon, the old gatehouse squeezed out, followed by the clamor of the clamor and the cries of wine glasses colliding.

Martha rubbed her eyes. Although she had seen magic, the scene was still shocking.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron, Miss," Tom said with a smile, stretching his arms, leaning sideways in a formal and classical salute, bending his knees slightly, "you may be the first to arrive here by yourself in hundreds of years. Not a wizard."

Martha sighed, even though it was clearly a bar that could no longer be broken, she had an illusion similar to "this is one small step for me".

Nelson took her by the fingertips and led her to the door, smiled and nodded at her, "Go in."

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