My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 534

"John, do you want a drink after get off work?"

A brisk shout rang out in a castle-like factory on the outskirts of London, out of place with the surrounding factories with smoky chimneys.

Like Jack, the most common name on the sea, in the British Isles, as long as you walk on a street with more people and shout "John!" The boy turned his head.

But this John was not as common as his name was, and as the only wizard in the factory, he had the privilege of resting on top of the spinning machine while the others worked diligently, only from his wand gripping hand Looking at it, this job is not easy. He looks around the factory from time to time, and uses a magic spell to keep the spinning wheel running.

There are square windows on the tall gray walls, and a few bright chandeliers hang on the curved roof, illuminating the huge workshop brightly. A huge yarn wheel like a waterwheel stands in the center of the workshop. The people around them are extremely small, and countless threads of different materials are connected to the hands of workers from all directions. After they are sorted, these rough threads are collected on the huge yarn wheel like a stream flowing into a big river. The threads of the material are woven together—the hard leather ropes tanned with dragon tendons and leather are woven into a frame, and the sturdy and soft linen is filled into the empty frame. It fell from the spinning wheel like a roll of paper, was rolled together by several capable workers, and then carried into the guillotine on the side, where it was cut into carpet-sized squares.

In fact, what is produced in this factory is carpet, but the kind that can fly.

The raging flames scorched the section of the carpet, and the severed dragon tendon skins were coupled together as if alive, and the final hemming work was carried out. The freshly baked carpets were neatly piled up. John sitting on the top of the spinning wheel He grabbed a handful of bright yellow dust from the small basket beside him, and threw it down. He skillfully waved his wand, and the scattered dust was evenly sprinkled on the pile of carpets under the control of magic. Suddenly, it was hidden between the patterns. The silver lines lit up, outlining the frame used to fill the runes, and under the effect of the Floating Charm, they flew to John one by one, and after being reviewed, they fell neatly back to their original positions.

John nodded with satisfaction, and stamped the bottom row of the table beside him. Such a seal had almost covered an entire page. He couldn't help but sigh. At this time last year, he was just the Malfoy family's textile workshop. An ordinary employee in the school, from selecting the wire, to the weaving, to the final magic, needs to be completed by each wizard, and it takes him three whole days to make such a flying carpet, although the flying carpet in front of him is still It's just a semi-finished product without magic power, but the efficiency has exceeded the original unknown amount.

At the moment when the poke dropped, the flying carpet had been loaded onto the flatbed truck and was about to be transported to the other corner of the factory, where many ingenious embroiderers were ready to paint the finalized pictures on it. John remembered the one he had made. Zhang's flying carpet with the theme of "Emperor Caesar at the Battle of Zela" was ruthlessly appraised by Old Malfoy as "Napoleon 5384 Waterloo", and he couldn't help covering his face.

Those embroiderers have a higher piece rate than him, but their work can be said to be the most valuable in this factory. After embroidering the patterns, these semi-finished flying carpets will be sent to Diagon Alley. Another factory in the alchemist is given the ability to fly, and this link is the most restrictive shortcoming of production capacity, but John heard a message that Miss Black has signed a contract with the magic factory in Numengard. , in March, they will obtain the technology of replicating alchemists' movements by alchemy dolls. At that time, an alchemist can process at least three flying carpets at the same time. , I don't believe it, and I am more distracted by the Numengard Magic Factory. It is said that such a production method has been adopted there as early as four years ago.

The workers in the factory just looked up. They have seen too many such efficient and fantastic scenes, and they have long since become accustomed to it from the initial shock.

After the batch of flying carpets were sent away, John took a moment to relax. He patted the big guy under his butt, tossed the heavy pocket full of Garen, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

The giant spinning wheel was the real source of change for the factory, and John, terrified of the risk of losing his job, was in a devastated afternoon after receiving the news that old Malfoy had transferred his flying carpet workshop to Mr. Bollocks Black. Seeing the three carriages parked in front of the factory building, he was the last wizard who was still in a state of anxiety. Walburga took the wizards of the Black family to the factory building, and after swept away everything here with a whirlwind , only to notice that there is the last "clutter" left in the clean workshop.

"What is your name?"

"John."

"Someone will teach you what to do later."

This was the brief and only conversation between the two, and before John could even see what Miss Black looked like, he was overwhelmed by the small silver **** that fell from the carriage and poured into the factory building. In "Ball Tide", he watched When the small silver **** broke into two halves, deformed and reorganized without the control of the wizard, some became sliding rods, some became bearings, and soon, a huge waterwheel rose from the ground, bigger than the one that accommodated it. The building was even grander, and Walburga's entourage told him that the waterwheel was called a spinning wheel, a tool that Muggles used to spin.

"Do Muggles... all use something this big?" John asked blankly.

"Of course not, it's much smaller than this, and the family is in a row." The wizard who has studied this deeply and is about to be in charge of the alchemy workshop flaunted his newly acquired knowledge, "I'll give you a manual later. , if you don't understand anything, just ask me directly, there will be about 100 Muggle workers here starting next week,"

"Muggle...workers?"

"Yes, insider information," the wizard blinked, "the Ministry of Magic is ready to issue a notification before next Saturday at the latest, but our recruitment started a month ago, work hard, this factory will be I'll leave it to you, Miss Black has settled your parents and family, and if you do well, you'll be on your way."

"I..." John didn't feel that his family was under control, he had never been so important, he just asked worriedly, "Can I do it?"

"Are you a Squib?"

"no."

"Are you a dummy?"

"no."

"That's fine." The wizard patted his arm, nodded and said, "Miss Black really likes your 'Emperor Caesar at the Battle of Zera' themed flying carpet, and we all think you have the ability. "

"Isn't that flying carpet... rebuilt? Because it's too ugly."

"What are you talking about? Miss Black spent one hundred and twenty Galleons to buy it for her friend. I'm afraid you were deceived by old Malfoy, but don't worry, in the Black family, this kind of thing doesn't happen. situation, we just want you to do better," the wizard smiled, "this spinning wheel is her friend's gift in return, and then you will know how wonderful it is! I will give you sixty Galleons later. , after all, the bonds of this workshop are also under our control."

The loud horns of the workers who moved the flying carpets called John back to reality. His expression was a little dazed. After a few months, he had become accustomed to this kind of work and life that he never dared to think about before.

He patted the spinning wheel that changed his fate under his **** again, and called out "Jenny" affectionately.

Jenny was the name of his younger sister, who died young, and spending time with "Jenny" every day was like having family with him. Coincidentally, his Muggle colleagues told him that the most popular spinning machine ever used by Muggles was called "Jenny". "Jenny Machine".

"Aren't you married? My sister is very curious about you, the sorcerer," the man who invited him raised his head and said, "You've seen her, remember? She doesn't look like me at all, with thick hair and good looks. , also literate, and can shoot birds flying in the sky with one shot... By the way, if you marry a wizard, will the probability of your child becoming a wizard will be much higher?"

"Bernard," John on the top of the spinning wheel blushed and changed the subject in a panic, "you have to put on a mask and a hood so that your hair doesn't fall into the fabric, and today you have dragon tendon skins. , you have to be careful."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bernard, who issued the invitation, raised his head, rolled out a big white eye, and took with him a big shiny bald head that emerged from under the spinning wheel, "Do you think I have any hair that can fall out? go in?"

"..." John choked, "You're right, but please be more serious."

"Okay, by the way, I think the craft of this tanning rope can be improved. Since the strength of dragon skin is so high, can you try some more radical methods from time to time?"

"We can chat after get off work."

John said seriously, he didn't think much of Muggles at first, but after seeing the power of "Jenny", the last bit of conceit in his heart has long disappeared, and the workers in the factory are almost all unemployed textile veterans for different reasons. , their advice has helped the factory so much.

"So I invite you to have a drink, go? It's always you who invites us to drink the wizard's wine, you should also try the Londoner's wine, and you can go to our house for dinner after drinking, my wife heard that I have A friend is coming and baked a super big pie," Bernard said expectantly, "My son is interested in wizard stories, maybe you can help me see if he has the potential to become a wizard. "

"I heard that there are vampires in bars in London, especially for the kidneys." John, a young man who didn't know where he heard the rumors, licked his lips and said, "I'm still young, I don't want to One less kidney to live... why don't we go directly to your house, what kind of pie? Apple pie?"

"What are you doing with the waist? There is no blood in the waist, only..." Bernard shrugged his shoulders, showing a "you know" expression, and said, "Speaking of which, I used to go to a bar a few years ago, and its owner was very special. Lorca is said to be a vampire, but I think it should be a... er, how to say? Literary embellishment, like we often say the boss is Grandet, that doesn't mean she's called Eugenie Grandet Taiwan, still a fat and mean man."

"Miss Black doesn't like people talking about him behind his back." John raised his eyebrows, "Troka..."

"What's the matter? Do you know him?"

"I don't know," John shook his head. "I'm just curious. You said this was the bar you used to go to a few years ago, but don't you go now?"

"Yes," Bernard nodded and said, "I went to sea for a while a few years ago. After I came back, I heard that people died in that bar. The police said that they were drinking too much, but it looked like they were killed by People are tortured to death, so that when I go there again, there is always a smell of blood in my nose. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"But it could also be because the boss is really a vampire."

Bernard talks endlessly, but his hands are always fiddling with it.

"Yo! What is this? How hard is it?" Bernard picked out an impurity from the dragon's tendon in front of him, wiped it with his sleeve, and looked at the bright, clean and bright enough to reflect his face in surprise. Mirror, broke it with his fingers, and exclaimed, "Why is it so hard!"

"What?" John hung his head from the top of the spinning wheel, looked at the hard piece in Bernard's hand, and scolded casually, "These guys who supply are too careless, if this stuff accidentally gets mixed into the fabric But what? How can I explain to Miss Black that customers who buy magic carpets can put a dragon scale under their buttocks that is cold in winter and hot in summer."

"Dragon... dragon scale?" Bernard exclaimed, "Is it really a dragon scale?"

He held the dragon scale with trembling hands, and the legendary stories he heard in his childhood echoed in his ears again - the armor forged with dragon scales was matched with the hero who resisted the demon king, and he pulled out the dragon scale guarded by the banshee in the lake. The sword in the stone...

"What are you thinking about?" John smiled at his unpredictable expression, "You don't think this thing would be any good, do you? It's a piece of junk, you see, there's a corner missing. Woolen cloth."

"Yes... Is it?" Bernard lowered his voice a little, as if he was afraid that if he raised his voice, the dragon scale would be snatched away by the workers who came to hear the news, he asked in a low voice, "If you don't want it, Can this dragon scale—"

"Take it," John said lightly, pulling back his blushing head from hanging upside down, "be quick, bro, there are fifteen magic carpets before get off work, and I'm in a hurry to eat pie. Woolen cloth."

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