My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 558

"So he really came in with great generosity?"

"It's really generous to walk in."

"Just to put a prophecy ball here?"

"Just to put a prophecy ball."

Nelson and Mr. Bogut walked one after the other between the wooden racks where the prophecy **** were placed. Bogut carefully checked the position where Nelson and Grindelwald had just been found. After confirming that there was no trace of fighting, he asked curiously. said, "Grindelwald... is he here for you? Mr. Williams."

"Why do you think so?" Nelson turned his head and asked, "Didn't you just say he was here to put the prophecy ball?"

"I think... tsk," Mr. Boggart carefully confirmed that Nelson's prophecy ball was still there, and after looking at another one with Grindelwald's name that appeared next to it, he trotted. He followed up and said, "There have been rumors in the ministry, they said... Well, I know you're not that kind of person, forget it, I won't talk about it."

"Well, it doesn't matter, it's a habit for me to be talked about," Nelson blinked and said with a smile, "After all, few of my chocolate frog pictures survive, so it's normal for them to scold me."

"I'm not scolding you," Boggart wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting and whispering as he trotted behind Nelson, making his voice choppy, "When Minister Ritchie notified the Department of Mysteries to recruit When I recorded you, many people objected. They said that you have lived in Numengard for a long time, and you have already betrayed Britain in your heart. You must have come to the Department of Mysteries this time with a purpose, such as stealing our secrets and so on. ."

"Haha," Nelson's dual feelings of being poked in a laugh and being poked in his heart lingered complexly in Nelson's heart. He scratched his head and asked, "Then what did Minister Richie say?"

"Before he came and made any comments, those who opposed were severely refuted by Ms. Selwyn," Boggart thought of the funny situation that day, and was infected by Nelson's laughter, and couldn't help laughing. "Ms. Selwyn is another colleague of ours in the Department of Mysteries. I don't know if you have met her. When the Hall of Prediction was officially incorporated here, she held a welcome ceremony for me, although Said it felt like she was celebrating her grandson's birthday, she managed the brain hall, that place... um, I advise you not to know about it."

Boggart's face showed the expression of eating filth by mistake, looking at Nelson with pleading eyes, obviously not wanting to start talking about it.

"I should have met her," Nelson nodded. "I met her when I first came to the Department of Mysteries. You can continue talking about the next thing."

"Huh, that's good," said Boggart, who had been pardoned, wiping the sweat from his chin, "puchi" and laughed, "she said, 'What's the matter with the **** in the Department of Mysteries? How stealing? If you are really worried about what important things people are interested in, you'd better go home and hide your old lady and mother-in-law together with the dark magic books in the basement! Let's see the world for those of us who can't see the light?', Haha, although it's embarrassing and shameful to say that, the Department of Mysteries does not seem to have anything good, although it looks very mysterious, but the former Minister When they came to inspect, everyone had questions about their own research progress."

He hunched over, imitating Ms. Selwyn's image so vividly that both Nelson and himself burst out laughing.

"I think it's just that I don't want to say it, and the phased results may not really be summed up," Nelson's mind came to the brain that would be sucked on Ron Weasley in the future. This is what Ms. Wen did. Although she didn't understand what that thing could be used for, she looked very powerful. He tutted, "This Ms. Selwyn... is very pungent."

"I heard that she used to be the director of the memory cancellation office. After retirement, she always came back to point out the current director. The minister at the time, Welfare, couldn't stand her, so he transferred her to an institution that studies ancient magic under Wizengamo. It was filled with old wizards with high qualifications and strong skills like her, but with a quirky temper. It is said that she also wrote a book about the oblivion spell, but unfortunately it was not published. I guess it may be because the content is too hot," Bo Gert gossips with gusto, "After Minister Ritchie took office and Justice Shafiq fell, she was transferred to the darker Department of Mysteries, in short, she refuted those people, and those people Also because she was too old, she was too embarrassed to fight back, so she could only turn her head and scold me..."

"Sorry for causing you trouble," Nelson said apologetically, not expecting that his job search had caused so much trouble, "You can give me a copy of their list, and I'll find someone to give it to their door. Throw the big shit."

"No... No, Minister Rich asked me to take care of you, I should give you a list of them, so as not to be targeted in the future, I don't know who is doing the trick, but some of them were just locked up in Azka yesterday. Ben, you don't have to worry about me," Bogut laughed, "Anyway, you will leave the Department of Mysteries and go to those departments with windows to be promoted. There is no need to do such a thing, and you may have to communicate in the future. ."

Nelson was stunned for a while, looked back at the short man, and said nothing.

"There were people who said that day that you helped Minister Ritchie bring down Justice Shafiq and came to power. They were worried that you had too much power at a young age, and they agreed to let you come here, but the director of the Wizarding Population Office He also said that you are related to Judge Shafik, a collateral bloodline of the Shafiq family, and I am afraid that it will represent part of the will of those ancient families. Mr. Black from the Department of International Affairs said that he is your friend, which means that you are a right Jiaoxiang sees a good man who has to help the old lady cross the road, haha, I believe this, Mr. Williams, you are my son...cough cough cough!"

Mr. Boggart, who was running too fast and talking too much, coughed violently while leaning on the shelf next to him, and Nelson raised his eyebrows when he heard his half-sentence.

"Ahem...the best role model," Mr. Boggart finally finished after taking and drinking the water Nelson handed him, and also made Nelson's eyebrows fall back, "someone said you and Grindelwald has an unresolvable hatred, so he should be transferred directly to the Auror's office and lead the charge when Grindelwald attacks... To be honest, I'd rather what they say is true, so I don't have to be in these I've been so lost in the mess and conflicting information for so long that it's hard for me to equate what they say about you with the boy I saw at the Department of Mysteries construction site, plus I'm really scared of the weight level prophecy, so I have been avoiding you until now."

"It doesn't matter." Listening to Boggart's narration, a trace of amusement flashed in Nelson's eyes, what they said might be true, but the fragmented narration showed a sense of absurd separation, "I have seen more than It's a more bizarre story."

"Just now... Grindelwald came to the Hall of Prophecy accompanied by Minister Ritchie. The Minister told me by the way and asked you to tell me your needs, I'll pass it on to the Ministry, and then he asked the logistics office to make plates for you, listen to Saying that you are here, Grindelwald will disappear immediately, and the minister is worried that he is not good for you, so let me come to you first and let you leave here first."

Boggart bowed his head embarrassedly, and his tone became low.

"But I'm really afraid of his murderous name. Before I can protect you, I can't do it myself. I still need your protection... I really can't imagine how a demon who has killed so many people can come in and out so struttingly. Our Ministry of Magic, my cousin died at the hands of those **** saints, he had a son your age, maybe a little younger, born a fatherless child with a crazy mother , all day long thinking about becoming an Auror after graduation and avenging his father, when I saw his name on the Auror's proposed admission list, my mood was really mixed, this child has inherited his father's courage He Yongwu, unlike my younger brother who only hides in such a place where he can't see the sun, but I am very scared...I am afraid that his mother will lose her only son again after losing her husband."

He shook his head and walked forward dejectedly, not even noticing Nelson, who had crossed the aisle out of the way.

This is the attitude of ordinary people towards Grindelwald. He is not a reformer like Nelson who has never seen the past and can talk and laugh with all kinds of big people, nor is he like Tom who has accumulated his own strength and can use his wand to kill anyone. The powerful person in his eyes is not a lover like Dumbledore who loves the world and can even understand Grindelwald's ambitions. He doesn't have the patience to withdraw from everything like Nelson and even learn magic from his enemies. Not the perverseness of Tom who dared to provoke Grindelwald, nor the patience of Dumbledore to try to influence everything with his "love".

He is just one of the hundreds of millions of living beings in this world. His speciality may only be magic and an excellent memory, which gives him a prophecy to accompany those who may never hear the voice in the Hall of Prediction The **** are working for the rest of their lives, his life is so fragile, he lost his family in the ambition of "big man", and he can't even protect his son.

He just walked with his head buried in it, the emotional outbursts that had been suppressed in the dark underground for years, and missed him as his well-respected cousin as an Auror, but the habit he had developed made him unable to speak loudly and see the edge. The wooden frame was like a silent and deep forest, almost consuming his courage completely. Grindelwald was no longer here, but he could still feel the kind of feeling that came from the depths of his soul when he just faced Grindelwald. coming fear.

"do not be afraid."

At some point, a warm hand was placed on his shoulder. Boggart raised his head blankly and saw Nelson's smiling face beside him. He was about to apologize for his trance when he saw Nelson wave his hand. , the wooden shelf filled with prophecy **** in front of the two of them retreated neatly to the two halves like a royal guard, making way for the two people walking in the narrow aisle to walk side by side. Nelson raised his head, After the wooden frame moved to the sides, the huge Prophecy Hall looked much wider. In the distance, on the short wooden table, dim light was cast from the lamp that had accompanied Boggart for many years, warming the owner's sight.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, isn't Grindelwald alone?" Nelson thought about it. Maybe Mr. Boggart was a character that Richie or someone had placed with him on purpose to make him stand firm. He had even guessed. It didn't matter who the cousin's son Bogut was talking about, and he didn't want to think about it. He just patted Bogut on the shoulder and said softly, "They don't have much to do with me. Arguing? No matter what it is based on, you don't have to be afraid of him, do you?"

"what?"

"If I really belong to Numengard, as the rumors say, then I know Grindelwald so well, and you won't be hurt," Nelson smiled. "If I match another rumor, then If an unavoidable war really breaks out, I will only fall in front of you, and please rest assured, I will not fall... Let me tell you a secret, I just had a duel with Grindelwald, and the winner is I."

"Really...really?" Boggart's eyes shook, his eyes full of disbelief.

"This is another rumor that only you know." Nelson raised his index finger to his mouth and gave him a silent gesture. "Didn't you just say that Minister Rich asked me to tell you my needs?"

"Ah... yes."

"It just so happens that ~www.mtlnovel.com~ I need some materials to advance my research," Nelson said seriously, "By the way, some of them need to be obtained from Ilvermorny, you and I come to my office Well, I'll give you the list and the letter together."

"Okay, I'll lock the door and go with you."

"By the way, your nephew, a nephew? A cousin?" Nelson asked. "A sixth-year Hogwarts student? Seventh grade in September? A Gryffindor?"

"How did you guess it?"

Boggart asked in amazement, and began to recall whether he had disclosed any information about his nephew just now. His memory that was too ordinary allowed him to recall every sentence in the conversation with Nelson without any difficulty. After confirming that he did not reveal any key After the information, he was even more surprised and in awe of Nelson's speculation, and said subconsciously, "Is it a prophecy?"

"No, it's just that I happen to know a boy like this." Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Is it Alastor Moody? If you don't want his future job to be so dangerous, I can help you persuade him."

"It's him..." Boggart responded in a daze, "I do...but... ah, I think I should respect his choice, after all, I have no position to make decisions for him, and my cousin sister-in-law , she was once an Auror, and only wakes up when she hears Alastor's ideals."

"Yeah." Nelson nodded, "Can you ask him if he lacks an internship? If you have nothing to do during the holidays, come and help me. If you have something to do... that's okay, you can come and help me later."

"Uh... ah?"

"He'll agree," Nelson said. "The man who happened to teach him to fight also needs a final addition."

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