My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 536

"Seeing that you are very absorbed, I didn't bother you," Professor Rahman handed Nelson a cup of hot tea with a smile, and sat on the side of the desk, "I asked your two classmates to help me. Picked up, Professor Dumbledore and some of my friends helped me get some first-hand information."

"Professor, what about the other classmates? Didn't they come?"

"They won't come. The book has been finalized, and everyone has achieved satisfactory results."

"But didn't Tom go to get the information?"

"This is another matter. I want to talk to you and talk about your feelings. After all, such a book is a big project."

Professor Rahman poured another cup of tea for himself, stretched his waist, his knuckles made a crackling noise, twisted his neck, and said comfortably, "I've already found a proofreader for us. People, it's really hard to imagine that we can complete such a rich book in one semester's spare time."

"Thanks to everyone's help," Nelson remembered that the classroom was most crowded with almost nowhere to go. "You can give me an O, which is the biggest reward."

"There will be," Professor Rahman waved his hand with a smile, "you can even get a lot of money for the manuscript. As the second author, you should be the youngest wizard to become the author of this kind of textbook, right? "Transformation Today" The youngest gentleman of The Art."

Looking at Professor Rahman's mocking expression, Nelson knew that he had a reason for putting the report in the most prominent position.

"I'm afraid not, Professor," Nelson said. "There's a fellow Slytherin named Miranda Goshak who wrote a textbook that could be called a great one."

"Standard Spells?" Professor Rahman raised his eyebrows, "She really wrote that? Tsk... But ours is not bad."

"You'll be famous for history, Professor."

"In fact, although we may enjoy the glory of writing books, the responsibility and pressure on our shoulders are also great enough. Since this semester, I have missed many good opportunities to make a fortune," Professor Rahman waved his wand , brought a chair for Nelson, and was sitting across from him, he nodded and said, "Although we are hidden in the castle at Hogwarts, we can't go anywhere, but the world treats us The attention is no less than standing in the spotlight, wizards urgently need an opportunity to understand Muggles, and if Muggles write their own, everyone will inevitably worry that there will be more decoration and tendencies in the final product, so this It must be done by us, and I believe that Muggles must be doing similar things, and they must be reluctant to let wizards write this book.”

Professor Rahman changed to a more comfortable position, put down his wand, as if he suddenly remembered something, grabbed the notebook beside him, and sketched on it.

"On Christmas Eve, I poured my journalist friend down and chatted for a long time. He told me that he had the task of collecting as much information on wizards as possible to eliminate panic among the masses. I'm not sure. Whether this task is his drinking sincerity or the lines that have been arranged to impress me, but at the very least, his behavior is consistent with his own words-everything that happens at Hogwarts, No matter how creepy and dangerous, or how tedious and boring, he will always be like a hard-working bee, can't wait to get close."

"I've investigated him, professor, and his motives are indeed impure."

"It can't be said to be impure motives. After all, going to the vegetable market to ask about the price, whether it is new or not, and whether it is poisonous or not are all normal behaviors. We are just introduced by a pair of people. Men and women are the same when they first go on a blind date. After all, it takes a lifetime. Be sure to ask each other if they have any beliefs, hobbies, or chronic illnesses. For Muggles and wizards, the time we will spend together in the future is comparable. I have to grow too much in my life." Professor Rahman rubbed his chin, showing a nostalgic look, "Take me as an example, you should know that my surname, my name, and my appearance are not considered in the UK. It's common, and it can even be said that it is incompatible with this land.”

"Maybe your ancestors came from the east of the Suez Canal?" Nelson asked. "In the stereotype of many British wizards, people there need to pray to God to use magic."

"It's the first time I've heard your statement about positioning the area, is it a bit too euphemistic?" Professor Rahman smiled, "It's even more extreme than what you said. When I was four years old, my family moved to England, then I realized that the differences between people may be bigger than those between people and animals. Even a wizard who prayed to God to use magic understands that it creates gaps and divisions among believers. , which is a sign of what to do with the Lord, but the fact is that my father could not find a job for a long time, the family was very poor, and he could only rely on the ancestral property he brought from his hometown to buy a house in Diagon Alley. A castle with a garden can only send servants out to buy things every day.”

"Is it really hard..." Nelson waved his hand, expelling the castle with a garden from his mind. "I mean, do you really need to pray to God to use magic?"

"How is it possible, I'm joking," Professor Rahman spread his palms and smiled, "I was rather stupid when I was young, and it took me two years to learn English. Only then did I know that my My father couldn't find a job, not because of what London was doing to him, but because Londoners didn't need an Arab to baptize them, and they didn't have the habit of circumcision."

"hiss…"

"I think you got me wrong," Professor Rahman said, interrupting Nelson's thinking with a smile, "I'm not accusing this indifferent London of thinking, but I want to say that if you want to integrate into a certain As a group, mutual understanding is very important, and it is precisely because of this that I am not very skilled in magic that I was able to impress the former Professor Dippet. I am a Muggle teacher here. In fact, what I do Someone has done it for me in the past few months, and the clippings you see are just the tip of London's hands out to wizards. The Ministry of Magic has expanded its recruitment to at least 100 employees this year, including interns. , and send them to the streets of London to be with Muggles."

"That girl you read in the papers, Myrtle Warren, she wrote me a few questions about Muggles and even mentioned you, you know? A Muggle-born, The girl who had been staying in London until she was eleven years old, this time when she went back outside the holidays, she felt at a loss as to what to do. Just seven years was enough for her to break away from her former ethnicity, not to mention the hundreds of years of secrecy. What about the law? Nelson, I know you're a Muggle-born child, can you tell me how much a live chicken in London is now?"

Nelson was stunned by his question. He always felt that Professor Rahman was arguing. After all, most Muggles in London probably didn't know how much a live chicken cost. Just as he was about to refute, Professor Rahman continued, "She was a very popular wizard lady in London, and even had many admirers. I remember she took my class before, when she wanted to hide her head in the hole in the desk."

"Haha, Myrtle is like that."

"She has done a lot of things, assisting the Aurors in setting up the magical protection of London's West End, treating some of the citizens who are incapable of Muggle means, going to school regularly every week for some magical activities, answering questions about science, and so on," Rach said. Professor Mann turned over a page of the manuscript and showed it to Nelson, "These things are not something that can be done in a single room, and it is necessary that Muggles and the Ministry of Magic work together to promote it. After compiling this book, I looked at it. The world, finding the UK to be almost at peace, pulls together as if something like this was brewing long ago."

"Maybe that's what everyone wants, Professor."

"I think so too." Professor Rahman blinked and took out half of the ticket stub from his arms and put it on the table. "This is a very popular movie in the 6th arrondissement of Paris, maybe you will be interested."

Nelson looked down, and in the sky of Auschwitz, a silver falcon was flying high.

"I've been ordering a magazine called The Quibbler. I used to just finish reading it and press the bottom of the box. It wasn't until last week that I found out that the content of the last page was constantly changing," Professor Rahman said. Looking at Nelson, who was looking down at the ticket stubs, he was silent for a moment before he said, "I only knew that long before Grindelwald made trouble in Paris, there were such a group of people who were planning for something more long-term, The Ministry of Magic's propaganda may only be regarded as a kind of childish parody. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Muggle-wizard exchanges have been on this scale a long time ago. Later I saw an even more startling news, this book The founder of the magazine actually hid it from me for half a year."

"It's me." Being stared at by Professor Rahman, Nelson finally raised his head and admitted generously, "But I haven't bothered them for nearly a year."

"It just proves they're on the right track, it's a wise decision, Nelson, innovations like this one tend to fall apart quickly after they lose the flag bearer, but since they don't fall apart, it proves that you bring They are not thinking, but direction... I am very happy, Nelson, that you are willing to tell me about this," Professor Rahman blinked, "although Professor Dumbledore told me last month, He also asked us to take care of us, but it was still shocking to hear the confession from your mouth. I felt that I was a person who couldn't keep up with the heat. When you were doing big things in Paris, I was a teacher. Listening to people singing all day in a bar on the streets of Paris, when I came out with a crepe, the sky changed color."

"What is Professor Dumbledore telling us to watch out for?" After admitting it, Nelson was also blunt and asked directly, "Is he worried about what I'll do?"

"Oh, little things, it doesn't matter to you, you know, these books are going to be read by all wizards and even some Muggles in the UK in the future," Professor Rahman said, "Since you are the founder of The Quibbler, Then it should be understood that the power of words is sometimes much stronger than that of a magic wand, so the content contained in this encyclopedia will become a sought after thing that is more precious than gold. In the past few months, there have been countless People lured or coerced, and used various means to contact me at Hogwarts, wanting to add some insignificant content."

"If you say that, you must have not promised them."

"Of course, after all, no one really dared to come to Hogwarts and kill me. As for Galleon, I remember I mentioned it just now," Professor Rahman made a unique Arab "hum" sound, " I shouldn't be too short."

Nelson thought again of the castle with gardens where he lived when he was in need.

"Can you tell me who I am?" Nelson asked earnestly.

"Are you going to take revenge?" Professor Rahman waved his hand, "their tricks have failed, forget it, I don't want to convey such unfavorable content to the students, let alone, if you settle accounts one by one , I am afraid that the people who are waiting in line to be shot will go to Hogsmeade from here, I have a special classroom to store the letters of these admirers."

"You really...don't have any leisure time."

"What are your plans after graduation? Although I really want to persuade you to continue your academic career, you have talent in this area, but I don't think you will be willing to sit in the stack of manuscript papers and ignore things outside the window." Rahman The professor clapped his hands, "Professor Dumbledore told me that he wanted me to persuade you to calm down, but that was already the beginning of the semester, and now I see his expectations for you. You're going to be the one to turn this book into a new chapter in the real world, right?"

"Yes, Professor, I will."

"It's this kind of look, please keep it up." Professor Rahman nodded earnestly, put his hand on Nelson's shoulder in a strange gesture, and said something in his mouth, as if performing some kind of distant ritual, "I and I Professor Binns talked, your eyes have been immersed in history for too long, the precipitation is enough, it is time to look at the world, the information I asked Riddle and Blake to get is a gift from me. A summary of the changes in wizarding and muggle relations in all countries and regions around the world from last June to the present, I will be watching you here, Nelson, in the next revision of this book, I want to leave you in the text, Leave the name of the era I live in, believe me, no one is willing to be a recorder, it's not that I haven't thought about carrying private goods, but it's not in the book.”

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The classroom door rang.

"You can ask them directly, good night," Professor Rahman saw off with a smile. "I wish you good grades in the NEWTs exam. This may be our last class at Hogwarts."

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