My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 523

"Do you know what you just did?"

Nelson took Martha out of the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, and said excitedly to her as he walked, "You have accomplished a challenge that no one has accomplished in 250 years."

"I wish I had never been exposed to this challenge." Martha hiccupped a little, and tiptoed uncontrollably, a hint of blush appeared on her cheeks, and she covered her mouth shyly, feeling her mouth. The bitter taste in the middle, looked at Nelson and Tom next to him, and whispered, "It's just too hard to swallow, better than all the drinks I've ever had - including the spoiled ones."

"It's because it's unpleasant that the bonus is high." Nelson shook his head and said, "I've never dared to try this terrible drink."

“But it's really unique,” ​​Martha recalled the unique taste of Gamp's Aged Social Wine, a complex, almost every taste in the world that, despite its nasty tastes, always provokes a drink from time to time. The heartstrings of the reader, this is something she has never experienced in the past ten years. It seems to her that this glass of wine full of taste can be equated with her imagination of magic. Smashing his lips, he whispered, "Is it called Gump Aged Social Wine?"

"Yes, in the textbooks of the history of magic, this kind of wine can almost represent the era when the "International Statute of Secrecy" was signed, that law made almost all wizards panic, and no one knows what tomorrow will be like, if not Gump, maybe the relationship between wizards and Muggles will become more tense because of the blockade of the Leaky Cauldron," Nelson nodded, and introduced Martha about the history of wizards, "He may have very complicated emotions at the time, so he The wine that was used to commemorate this barrel is so unique... No, why do you ask me this? Could it be that you want another drink?"

"Ah... nothing." Martha tipped the bottle full of Galleons in her arms and shook her head, "I just think the wizards are a little too happy, and they can get so much money just by drinking such a glass of wine. , that Mr. Kant can pull out the gold to make a piece of clothing, but people like me who have no magic, I am afraid they will rush to these opportunities that you can resist."

"Martha..."

"Sorry, I may be a little drunk," Martha looked up, shook her head, and smiled brightly, "I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I know, like us, how do you say it? Muggles , yes... Muggles like us get less, but need to consume less, wizards not only have to study magic, but also fight against the dangers of those who also know magic, so they deserve better resources."

She spoke very candidly, and it was impossible to see that she was forcing an explanation. Nelson looked at his friend with a trace of reluctance in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Tom pressed his shoulder.

He looked back, Tom shook his head, and said to Martha, "The sheep don't know they are grazing until they leave the fence, but they will one day understand that their ancestors once died with their horns. How many hyenas."

"What's this? Sonnets?" asked Martha, smiling. "Are you reading poetry to me, Tom?"

"Nothing?" Tom looked at the neat brick cracks at the back door of the bar and stepped forward. "Soon you will be able to earn the galleons of those wizards who are aesthetically lagging behind."

"Uh...I have a question," Martha whispered, raising her head, looking at the dead end in front of her and the trash cans piled up in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, "Did you bring me here so I could vomit first? ?"

Hearing this question, a playful smile appeared on Nelson's face. He and Tom looked at each other, and the two smiled knowingly. They had a similar question when they faced this wall seven years ago. It was the first door to the wizarding world earlier than platform nine and three-quarters.

"If you're going to vomit..." Tom shrugged, pulled Nelson back, stood still facing the wall, and said with a suppressed smile, "It's better to take advantage of it now, and we can set off after you've vomited. ."

Martha blushed. She realized that her question might be a little stupid, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Nelson saw her embarrassment, smiled and pulled out her wand, and the tip of the wand slid across the cracks of the bricks, making a sharp but not harsh sound. rubbing sound.

"Count three pieces up, and two pieces in the horizontal direction..."

In Nelson's heart, he felt as if he had come to the Leaky Cauldron for the first time. Like an eleven-year-old boy who had just received a letter from an owl, his heart was pounding, and he pressed it gently. Lowered the wand in his hand.

With a "click", the bricks sank, and every brick on the wall rhythmically danced. They folded to the sides to give way, separated like two waiters who bowed and saluted, and the hustle and bustle of the market instantly drowned Martha. , she widened her eyes and opened her mouth into a circular shape, a noisy, fantastic, fairy tale-like downtown scene suddenly opened in front of her eyes like a picture scroll, the air from the other side of the wall passed over, Bigump Chen The taste of the annual social drink is 10,000 times more complicated, which makes her almost lost. These costumes are very different from the wizards in London who have lived by her side for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Let's go." Nelson smiled at Martha and raised his eyebrows, "Tom, I mean that Tom at the bar has already welcomed you for me."

Martha took a deep breath. She always felt that walking in was something that required a sense of ceremony, so she straightened her back and tried her best to recall the meager etiquette class she took as a child.

"What are you doing here?" A drunken man covered his mouth and rushed out, whitening the three people who were blocking the wall with his drunken eyes. He ran to the trash can and grabbed the lid, vaguely speaking. Qing Di muttered, "Go ahead a little bit, don't get in the way."

Martha was startled by him, and jumped two steps forward in panic, and was supported by Nelson. She raised her head and found that she was already standing on the street of Diagon Alley. The sense of ritual that had finally brewed disappeared without a trace. , turned his head and looked back, only to see Tom walking out slowly, the brick wall quickly closing behind him, and the drinkers who rushed out of the Leaky Cauldron Bar with their mouths covered.

"They saw that you took the one hundred Galleons, and you have to try it if you don't believe in it," Tom shrugged, a trace of teasing flashed across his face, "You deserve it, they all vomited?"

"what…"

The brick wall closed tightly again, and at the last moment, Martha could see the admiration cast by the vomiting fellows.

"Actually, I bought a little Gump old social wine for research. You know, I'm not very good at drinking, I'm just a little curious about why it's so bad," Tom said, walking up to Nelson, "I always feel that the average Wine can't reach this legendary unpleasant taste at all, so I specially tested it, and sure enough, compared to wine, I prefer to call it a fermented potion."

Gu Wa: "Potion?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, which touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

"Do you know the euphoria? Some top wines have some added to it. This Gump Aged Social Wine works on a similar principle, but it is made from a mixture of many potions that can stimulate emotions. That is to say, if When you take a sip, you will recall the aftermath of everything you have experienced in your life, even if you have long forgotten what it was, the emotional fluctuations will still surface again," Tom looked more sunny in his own field, He said brightly, "Most wizards are not drunk because of taste or alcohol, but because of themselves. This is a magical wine."

"Is that so?" Nelson asked after a moment's thought. "Then why Martha—"

"Good question," Tom slammed his right fist into his left palm, making a crisp "pop", "because she has no magic, no magic, so she can't be recalled by the magic in the wine, I don't know much about magic Shi, but I think, maybe the owner of the Leaky Cauldron didn't think about letting the wizard make this windfall, maybe he took this one hundred gallons as the Leaky Cauldron and went back to 250 years ago. The melon and the wizard drink in celebration, the mediocre Tom will tell every customer the story of Gamp saving the Leaky Cauldron, but he may ignore the sadness of his ancestors seeing half the customers in the bar, until today , even if the brewer's long-cherished wish is fulfilled, he may not be able to hear the news from his younger generation."

Hearing Tom's words, Nelson fell into silence. Perhaps this is the story of every ordinary person hidden between the lines of the past that has been taken by the history books. A monsoon that can't blow London is blowing overhead. Over the old roof of the Leaky Cauldron, under the turning of the eaves, let out a contented sigh.

Nelson turned his head in surprise. The deep and shallow nicks on the closed brick wall seemed to be smiling at him.

"what's wrong?"

Martha came back to her senses and suddenly realized that she was in a busy city. She hurriedly wanted to stuff the glass bottle full of Galleons into the small bag she was carrying. This bottle of gold coins has attracted the attention of many passers-by. But most of their focus is not on Galleon, but on the bottle that has been placed in the most conspicuous position of the Leaky Cauldron all year round.

"Put it here." Nelson took out a small silver ball, opened the lid and shook it in his hand. A complete sandworm tooth fell out of the small silver ball. He took the one from Martha's hand. The bottle, stuffed it in, and threw the ball into Martha's bag, picked up the sandworm tooth on the ground that was longer than a wand, and held it in his hand like a dagger, "Let's go and see the ready-to-wear first. Shop? I think you won't be able to eat ice cream any time soon."

"Um."

Nelson turned his head, still staring at Martha's bag with some malicious eyes. He glanced coldly at those sneaky figures, and locked a familiar face among them. The first unlucky guy in the basement of the shop seems to have resumed his old business after he was "released from prison". Nelson waved the sandworm tooth in his hand lightly and said with his mouth: "Look again and you will all become toads! "

"Some of these fabrics are very ordinary, not even as good as those woven by the oldest looms decades ago, but some are very...very..." In the ready-to-wear store, Martha held a piece of satin like a starry sky and sighed, she thought about it for a long time Didn't come up with an appropriate adjective, and finally said, "...very magical."

This was already the third clothing store they had visited. On the way, Tom left for an excuse and went to the shop that he had bought.

"It's very magical," introduced Nelson across a shelf, "some of them are drawn from precious magical plants or magical animals, so they have special textures and functions, wait, I'll find you a price list of goods, Here's a flyer handed out by the Malfoy family who attended the Wizarding Fair in June, so you can check it out."

Nelson bowed his head and began to rummage in his abyss-like pocket.

"Yeah, you are here!"

A striking fan backed away from the door of the ready-to-wear store and walked in quickly. Nelson looked up from behind the shelf and saw a young woman with cat head hangings all over her body. Looking at these exaggerated accessories, he Inexplicably had a strange idea - she and Mag, who also likes cat heads, must not be able to chat.

"Why didn't you call me when you came to play at Diagon Alley?" She approached Martha half-complaining and half-intimately, and said in a sweet tone and voice, "By the way, when are you going to deliver Miss Black's dress? ?"

Nelson hurriedly lowered his head again, he felt goosebumps all over him, and if he continued to look at it, he might have suffocated to death.

"Miss Umbridge," Martha put down the cloth in her hand and greeted nervously, "I'll come to Diagon Alley to relax, and I'll call you when I go in a few days."

"Oh," Umbridge raised her hand in a delicate gesture, which wasn't actually a violation of her with a baby face, but Nelson always remembered the one used by the Weasley brothers. The high-ranking investigator who chased the fireworks everywhere was uncomfortable. He felt that he understood why Umbridge would become like that in the future. Maybe it was because she tasted the sweetness of cuteness when she was young, so that when she was old Unable to change the pretentious habit, Umbridge hugged Martha's arm affectionately, "Don't worry, don't worry, by the way, what if you came to Diagon Alley without Galleon? Do you have any favorite fabric? I can Here's a roll for you."

"No... no need," Martha cast a pleasing look at Nelson across the shelf, "I came with a friend, and he'll pay for me."

"That's right, Miss Umbridge," Nelson straightened his expression and walked out from behind the shelf, nodding to Umbridge, "I brought Martha with me, thank you for taking care of her and helping her. UU Read the book www.uukanshu.com”

Looking at Nelson's familiar face, Umbridge searched hard in her mind for who this person was. Soon, she felt her heartbeat slow a beat. As a Ministry of Magic official famous for his camp drilling, she was not like Those colleagues who only know how to work, of course know who Nelson is, Umbridge only feels a huge sense of happiness falling from the sky, almost knocking her to the ground, overwhelmed, and this is very rare on weekdays. The young man who shows his face is not just a student. It is said that he has a great relationship with Gellert Grindelwald, and also has a deep friendship with the Black family, who is in the limelight in the ministry. Overheard Malfoy Sr. to Minister Nobby Ritchie during a meeting here that Williams spared their lives...

These fragmented and bluffing messages created a powerful image in Umbridge's mind that Nelson could not have imagined. Her expression soon became dignified, and her sweet smile disappeared.

"Ah! Williams, I know you, the best student of Slytherin!"

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