My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 74

"Hi, where are we?" Stepping out of the fireplace, Nelson grabbed Zweig's outstretched arm and stepped out of the ashes. Several black-robed wizards hurried up to clean up his body. Hui, "Why is it so cold at noon?"

　　 Nelson clasped his hands together, rubbing hard, and the heat exhaled from his mouth condensed into a white mist, which quickly dissipated in the air. He looked around, there was no imaginary snowy scenery around them. They were in a lush green virgin coniferous forest. The lush trees grew tenaciously together, putting the heavy snow on top of their heads. The scene at the moment is a bit funny. There is a gorgeous fireplace burning in the dense virgin forest, which seems to have been moved directly from a large mansion.

The official approval of Dumbledore was set in the evening, so at noon on September 16, the group set off early. Because the German Floo network had been cut off, they had to travel to Bulgaria and arrived here via the Floo network there. , But the desolate and primitive scene here makes people wonder if they are in the wrong place.

　　 "Let me see what the newspaper says." Zweig was wearing a slim suit. He laboriously took out a stack of newspapers from his small pocket and looked through it, and it seemed that his pocket had been cast with a Traceless Stretching Curse.

"It may be Northern Europe, or it may be Siberia." Barry bent down and took up a smear of dirt on the ground to check it out. White was drinking the black-robed man who was leaning up against him, and he kindly dusted him off. Twisting his neck, avoiding White's movements, spread his hands and said helplessly, "I don't know too well, but I remember there should be more pine trees in these places."

"This is Siberia." Andrei, who had just stepped out of the fireplace, was breathing the cold and pure air in the forest, and even the scars on his face softened. "The smell of political prisoners and potatoes, I'm so I'm too familiar."

　　 "Don't look like you have experienced many things," White sneered, but she didn't expect her education level to be pretty good. "The Muggles here have only been purged in 1930, and you were blowing cold winds in the United States at that time."

"I just imagined that every place we go, we must have an immersive sense of substitution." Andrei's expression instantly collapsed, and he continued to quibble, "Besides, I am really familiar with Siberia, I am young. when……"

　　 "The Bulgarian newspaper said to go west when coming out of the fireplace." Zweig interrupted the old Andrei's imagination.

"Guide the north." Nelson put his wand in his palm. It slowly floated and rotated, and finally pointed in one direction and stopped moving. Nelson led the crowd to the west, and quickly walked to a cliff with sparse vegetation and no trees. The shelter, the biting cold wind mixed with salty ice ballast hit everyone, and everyone wrapped their robes tightly.

　　 They looked around the cliff. From time to time, wizards came out from different places in the forest alone or in groups. They looked at each other. From time to time, wizards shouted in Bulgarian, seeming to ask for directions.

　　 "We are in Norway." Under the cliff is another denser forest that grows better. He looked at the zigzag and broken coastline in the distance, and said conclusively, "As far as I know, the west of the Soviet Union is not the sea."

　　 "It's not important, and I actually know Norway very well. I think I was in Norway back then—"

"Look over there." Andre's old man's imagination was interrupted mercilessly by Barry. He raised his hand to the center of the forest under the cliff, where a large clearing was artificially cleared, a huge, magnificent green. The Colosseum-like building was located in it, and several huge torches were burning on the top of the tall Roman columns. He slapped his lips and exclaimed, “It's really Albus Dumbledore, the trial of him It actually made such a big battle."

　　 "I'll go ahead and explore the way." After that, he didn't wait for the reaction of the people around him, a flash disappeared in place, and the apparition moved away.

　　 "He is always so frivolous, otherwise he won't be caught as a mental illness by Muggles." Andre looked at the direction of the huge building, and continued to tell what he had seen and heard in Norway.

In a short while, he had already talked about the story that he had provided inspiration for Ibsen who was creating "House of Dolls". After a while, Nelson thought that Shakespeare's plays would become his ghostwriting works, just as he said that he was in When encountering and rescuing an explorer named Amundsen in Antarctica, a frozen owl broke the conversation.

It fell from the sky and fell into Nelson's arms. The little thing was shivering from the cold. Nelson strenuously pulled away its frozen feathers and pulled out a rolled sheepskin from the letter tube on his feet. Paper, on the back it says: Nelson Williams Received.

　　 Untie the knot, the ice ball keeps falling down, and there is only one sentence written on it: I am waiting for you at the east door.

　　 Nelson asked the black-robed man standing next to him and asked for some jerky to feed him. When he fully recovered, Barry also appeared in front of everyone.

"Let's go quickly, not to mention that there are quite a few people here today." He looked at Nelson who was flying the little owl. He strode up and took Nelson's arm. "You can't Apparate yet." "

　　 "Yes." Nelson broke away quietly, grabbing Zweig's arm, "Mr. Zweig, take me there, to the east door."

　　 Zweig nodded, and when he heard this, White turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Nelson, and motioned, "Are you ready to slip away?"

　　 Nelson shook his head, and after a suffocation and dark oppression, he appeared on the east side of the Colosseum.

Standing on the edge of a cliff in the distance and looking down, he couldn't see the magnificence of this building at all. He stood at the foot of a huge Roman column. He looked up and couldn't see the top, only the flame at the top was blowing in the cold wind. Under the disturbance, black smoke wafted everywhere.

　　 "Nelson, did you have an appointment?" Zweig asked in a low voice, looking at the growing crowd around him.

　　 "Yes, I will look for you when the trial is over." Nelson had already seen a black-haired figure wearing a plaid coat of the same style and different color not far away.

"Okay," Zweig hesitated for a while, took the golden pendant with the Deathly Hallows logo from his neck, and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket, "You take this, we will find your location later. There are a lot of people here, and it's very complicated, you must be careful." After speaking, the figure was blurred and disappeared in place.

"It's heavy." Nelson stuck out his tongue, straightened the collar of his coat, and sneaked behind Tom sneakily, ready to startle him. Just as he stretched out his criminal black hand, Tom suddenly turned his head and said with a smile. "You don't think this trick can scare me."

　　 In the virgin forest of Norway, in front of the courthouse in Wiesengamo, in the freezing cold wind, the hands of the two were tightly clasped together.

　　 "Let's go in first." Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder. "A lot of people have already arrived. It is said that the audience for this public trial is bigger than the last Quidditch World Cup. You may not be able to get a spot later."

The two entered through the east gate and turned to the south-facing stands. The pale sun shone on him, and Nelson felt the cold on his body dissipate a little. It was still early to leave the courtyard, but the people on the upper two-stage auditorium Empty seats are sparsely sparse, and there are not many left.

The interior of the Colosseum is similar to the structure of a modern stadium. There are thousands of seats in the third-level auditorium. The most central prototype is slowly separated from the middle, revealing the bottom as if the Palace of Westminster meeting The structure of the hall-a circle of uniformly colored red dragon leather high-back seats spiral down, the floor is solemn black, the whole structure is pit-shaped, and there is a black raised upward in the center and bottom of the pit. On the high platform, there is a stone speech table in the center. It will be the focus of all eyes in the venue today. It can not help but reminiscent of a politician full of ideals who impassionedly stated his ambitions and the country in Congress. hope.

Those red dragon leather high-back chairs were reserved for the members of Wisengamao, but the number was far more than fifty. It seems that because of the serious matter, they also invited the legal institutions of other countries. There are very few people on the first-order stands at the moment, and this is reserved for juries from all over the world.

　　 "It is indeed Dumbledore." Nelson exclaimed, "You can get this kind of treatment in one trial."

"What's wrong with this? You will have it too." Tom seemed to realize that what he said was unlucky~www.mtlnovel.com~ and stuck out his tongue in embarrassment. "I mean, after all, he is here for trial. He is a man. sinner."

　　 "That's not known yet." Nelson shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the most central stage.

　　 "Don't you make a prediction?" Tom asked curiously, "How about predicting an Azkaban for eighty years?"

　　 "How can this kind of thing be predicted, unless I control the operation of the Wesengama black box." Nelson rolled his eyes, "Besides, I really can't predict."

"No, you will," Tom said confidently. "Do you remember that you told Alphard on the train,'You will bring your talent to the Quidditch arena'? As you might expect, he succeeded. Up."

　　 "Is he selected by the Slytherin team?"

　　 "No, he was chosen by the school to do Quidditch commentary."

　　 The two people chatted happily, sharing the new things that happened in the last few days. Many wizards saw business opportunities from the people waiting in the stands, pushing carts to sell snacks and drinks.

　　 "By the way, I found a clue about Slytherin's secret treasure in the school history."

"what?"

　　 "It's a room—"

　　 Tom's words were interrupted by the movement in the center of the venue.

　　 An old wizard in a silver robe walked up to the high platform, pointed his throat with a magic wand, and then made a deafening noise.

　　 "Quiet."

　　 The chaotic venue instantly became quiet.

　　 Albus Dumbledore calmly walked along the special passage to the trial stand. Behind him was two rows of heavily armed Aurors. He walked to the lecture table and stood still, and looked deeply into the direction of the southern stand.

　　 Nelson also looked at him, and their eyes met in the air.

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