My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 55

　　 "Vampire?" Tom asked in a low voice in confusion, "Are there vampires in London?"

　　 "I thought the last time I met that vampire in Diagon Alley, you know how to distinguish them." Nelson turned his head and said softly, "Pay attention to its eyes and neck—"

"Mr. Wizard, please don't use me as a teaching aid-it seems that you have not learned enough. Vampires have hearing far beyond wizards. You must remember them clearly." Troca opened the trap door of the bar. Come out, loosen the top two buttons of the shirt, move the neck and shoulders, "We are not magical creatures. Vampires are just being hurt so they become some special people. Although we don't have the right to hold the magic wand, so are we. Peers."

　　 "We are not here to discuss human rights issues with you." Tom stepped forward impatiently and stopped in front of Nelson. "Or are you going to stand up for him?"

　　 "No, no, no." Troca waved his hand and said to Nelson, "Mr. Wizard, since you know vampires, you should also know how we reproduce? So is it really good for you to kick in like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiters and bartenders who had been scattered around the tavern gathered around him. They grinned mockingly at the two isolated and helpless, with their grinning teeth intertwined and dark red pupils. Exudes a compelling cold light.

　　 "I still have to say," Offensive and defensive turned upside down, Troca's expression was also lazy, he curled his lips, "So kids shouldn't come to this place."

"We didn't kick the door." Nelson frowned, as if this was a very important thing. He looked at the big beard who was drinking bad wine at the round table deep in the tavern and said softly, "Although the vampire was not stripped like a werewolf. It belongs to the classification of dangerous magical animals, but a peaceful life is always hard to come by, especially in a Muggle metropolis like London. Are you sure you want to make your head for such a scumbag?"

"Scum?" Troca also has his own principles, "I don't know where he offended you. I don't want to judge your personal affairs, but as a tavern owner, you can't let your customers be in your own territory. Being attacked, it seems that you are also a sensible person, and you should be able to understand the difficulty of those of us who go abroad to ask for life.

"do not understand."

　　 Nelson reached out and touched his arms, and the vampires on the opposite side became nervous, and it seemed that the battle seemed to be on the verge of—

I saw that Nelson took out a Garon and bounced it. The gold coin that was spinning continuously in the air occasionally reflected the burning candlelight on the bar counter at a certain angle, making people who caught sight of it dazzled unceasingly. This is called it. The perfect parabola moves the eyes of everyone around. It seems to have been spinning in the sky for a long time, and it reluctantly falls into Troka's freshly cleaned wine glass on the bar counter. The metal and glass keep colliding with each other, making it squeaky and crisp. sound.

"Two cups of lemonade, no need to look for it." Nelson said. The gold coins in the cup finally lost power and lay flat at the bottom of the glass. He turned and walked towards the deepest part of the tavern. Tom walked aside and turned his head towards Tello. Ka said, "Now we are also guests, so please don't be nosy."

Troca froze in place. He didn't understand how to solve this situation. In his long life, he had never seen such a person who didn't follow the routine. He didn't understand why these two young people dared to do this. Walk in, even if they are wizards-after all, none of the drunks sitting in the tavern look like good people.

　　 "Troca? What shall we do?" the young bartender on the side asked, "Should you drive them out? Or..."

"What are you thinking about, they should be Hogwarts students, although they don't know why they are in London now." Troca pondered for a long time and said, "Go get two glasses of lemonade, clean it up, wait a minute. Give it to them."

　　 He lowered his head to look at the floor, stepped on his feet again, and said to himself, "It's time to repair the shop recently. Why does it feel that the floor is loose and crunching all the time."

At this time Nelson and Tom had passed through the noisy crowd in the tavern, and walked to the table of the innermost seat. The drunks along the way looked sideways and were surprised at their arrival. The two clean young men looked like This drunken tavern was out of place, but they quickly turned around and immersed themselves in the muddy liquid and bragging on the wine table. For the citizens of this kind of country that is caught in the involution and is on the verge of stagflation, it is better to care about others than to drink more. cup.

Nelson and Tom sat down opposite the bearded fat man drinking, the old chair creaked, Tom folded his legs against the back of the chair, raised the legs of the stool, and the supporting stool legs rubbed against the dusty wooden floor. There was an unpleasant crunch.

"There's someone here." The bearded fat man raised his head and stared at Tom. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have been drunk. His eyes were fierce, and he sipped a mouthful of blackened yellow teeth. , That shiny bald head looked sweaty, and there seemed to be some small animals hiding in his beard, and I didn't know how long it had been without taking care of it.

"I didn't see it." Tom raised his eyebrows frivolously. His right hand had reached the sleeve of his left arm. He seemed to be ready to attack the drunk in front of him at any time. The sweetness of revenge is dedicated to his best friends, allowing him to taste the fruits of this tragedy with his own mouth. He hopes that the cry of the drunk under the cold torture can satisfy Nelson and let go of the sorrow and pain that haunts his eyes.

　　 Looking at Nelson, who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, he was very patient now. He was willing to have a good chat with this dead man and play a game of cat and mouse with him.

　　 "May I ask what your name is?" Tom nodded politely and asked. It seemed that he was here to make friends or a reporter to interview, but the craziness in his eyes could not be hidden.

"I don't know." The bearded lips squirmed slightly, and the drunk had difficulty looking at Tom. He didn't know if it was because of heart palpitations or sleepiness. He picked up the dirty wine glass and swallowed the rest of the liquor. Agitated, then put down the wine glass, rubbed his arm against the alcohol-stained beard, continued to stare at Tom, and shouted roughly, "Kid, stay away from me."

"I don't know." Tom took out a piece of paper and wrote and painted on it by hand, repeating the drunk man's speech word by word. This man's English is not authentic and does not sound like a local. Tom is satisfied with the location. After nodding, he knew that his magic had not found the wrong target.

　　 "What are you writing?" The drunk man rubbed his drunk eyes and snorted, squirting alcohol.

　　 "Your last words." Tom took the paper and examined it for a while, then crumpled it up and threw it aside. "Sorry, I just didn't realize that no one cares about your scumbag last words."

"What are you talking about? Are you here to find the fault?!" The drunkard stood up, but he seemed to be tripped by something. He sat down on the chair softly and seemed to realize that he was too drunk. I was already weakened and tough, so I clenched my fist and slammed the table, staring bloodshot eyes. While swearing and swearing, he warned, "I hope you are not here to find fault, while I am in a good mood. Roll as far as you can."

"It's a coincidence, I'm here to find the fault." Tom is well versed in the principle of "If you want to make people crazy, you must break the defense", he slightly got up and stretched his arms to touch the drunkard's greasy big bald head, and chuckled softly. , "It is not yet a turn for a subjugated slave to make irresponsible remarks to me."

"What are you talking about?!" The drunk was pressed by Tom and lay down on the table, his face covered with alcohol. He hadn't gotten up yet, but the people watching the excitement around the table couldn't bear it anymore. They looked like The drunkies are together, maybe fellow villagers. At this moment, one by one stood up and blamed Tom, "Boy, how dare you say such things?!", "Hurry up and apologize while we are still not angry!" Civilized greetings, besides, all kinds of curses that Tom didn't understand sounded one after another, and the whole pub was noisy for a time, and the drunks at the door also stood up and watched the excitement.

"Oh, I thought that Polish men were all on the battlefield. I didn't expect London to have your nest." Tom made a sudden realization. The old **** was sitting on the ground and suddenly pointed at their feet. , Yelled anxiously, "Look, what are your legs wrapped around?"

Troca, who came over with two glasses of lemonade, realized that today's tavern floor is always rustling, not because it is in disrepair, but because the hollow under the wooden floor is covered with dense snakes~www.mtlnovel.com~they At this moment, one after another crawled out of the holes on the ground and surrounding walls of the tavern, spitting out letters and climbing up the pants of the people around them. The colorful snakes twisted and twisted, poisonous, non-toxic, big and small. Only, gray color... Countless snakes crowded in the small tavern, greeted the group of drunks friendly, the drunks froze in place and enjoyed a free sobering service.

Troca was holding the tray and stepped on the ground with relatively few snakes and approached the table. After some twists and turns, he put down the tray, and for the first time, he looked squarely at the black-haired boy who looked like a little literate before. He put the two cups in The lemon juice in the crystal glass was placed in front of the two of them, and they begged in a low voice, "Mr. Wizard, there are people who are wronged, you should let them go first, so as to make room for you to do business."

　　 "Oh?" Tom raised his head and looked at the shopkeeper who was very knowledgeable about current affairs. He turned and whispered to Nelson, "Nell, what do you say? They may be all accomplices."

"Let them go." Nelson raised his head, without a trace of emotion on his face. As soon as his voice fell, Tom turned his head and stood up, making a face, making a forward pounce, watching the group of pushing and shoving. The drunk who ran to the door couldn't help laughing.

　　 "Mr. Wizard, good magic." Troka complimented and asked worriedly, "But the secrecy law..."

"They are just a group of drunkards whose brains are burned by alcohol. It is normal to have hallucinations." Nelson said blankly. For a while, the three of them forgot to sit on the opposite side because their legs and feet were completely entangled by Nagini. Action, the fat bearded man who has completely sobered up at this moment, his face is pale, sweating, and his whole body is trembling. He even made a huge noise with the table and chairs. It was not until Nelson turned his head to look at him that he stopped his instinctive movement.

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