My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 83

"I'm so stupid, really." Nelson raised his lacklustre eyes, and continued, "I just know that future reporters will fabricate explosions and fabricate without news; I don't know it is now. I am big I was looking for a hiding place in the middle of the night just to buy a gift for Mr. Andre, who was taking care of me, and I ran into a reporter. He was very obedient. I let him go and he left immediately. I was eating, drinking, and having fun in the hiding place. Going back to Numontgarde, eating croissants on the streets of Paris and listening to the song, I was suddenly promoted by a newsboy. I saw that I was afraid that it was an unscrupulous reporter..." He then whimpered, unable to say a word. ...

"Come on, you are well-known." On the streets of Newmontgard, Andre patted Nelson's back narrowly. At noon, the two finally walked to the tower where Nelson lived temporarily. The library is unique. The atmosphere finally made Nelson calm down. He raised his head and saw the extra things at the door of the black tower, and suddenly there was no mentality.

A beautiful, tall, black-haired woman dressed in a red veil that can wrap her body, her facial features are soft, and her face is compassionate, sitting on a tripod, with a sacrificial plate and a green sprig at her feet. Yuegui, she leaned forward, one hand was tied with a thick chain and hung high and connected to the top of the black tower, the other hand held up a small burning sun, shining under her feet. The shivering wizard in a robe, her long hair fluttered from the hood of the red yarn and fluttered behind her, while the strands of hair near the little sun were scorched.

This is a huge and exquisite statue with the most exquisite carving techniques and the blessing of perpetual magic, adding a touch of humanity to this book-filled tower. The wizards passing by are all talking and laughing. Looking at the sculpture, Nelson couldn't laugh. He looked at the base of the statue. The name on it was actually written by Grindelwald himself-Find Pythia.

"Seriously, I really appreciate your art." Andre smiled and stood in front of the Pythia sculpture. "Pythia is said to be a witch with the gift of prophecy in ancient Greece, and is the oldest known. One of the prophets, and her deeds also coincide with your aspirations, deconstructing theocracy and patriarchy, and preaching human rights and equal rights. It's a coincidence that she and the despicable Helbo are contemporaries. It's also an enemy who has been entangled throughout his life."

　　 "That's not art..." Nelson defended weakly.

　　 "Hahahaha." Andre smiled so that his hair flew up, "Everything that should come will come, let's go, let's go eat."

　　 The two went to the usual restaurant and sat down, and ordered two magic creation world sets. Andre finished eating quickly, watching Nelson mechanically stuff the rice into his mouth one bite at a time.

"By the way, what happened after we left that day?" Nelson swallowed the last bite of the meal and quickly returned to normal, looking at Andre hopefully, "Grindelwald hasn't come back yet? Isn't he? Can't you come back for a while?"

"What else could happen that day? Master Grindelwald just went to scare those people away. He didn't even use any spells. They all threw their helmets and armors, and they were all pissing." Andre snorted disdainfully. Called the waiter for a cup of tears, took a sip, and looked at Nelson, "I think you are usually smart, why do you always have some unrealistic fantasies, if Master Grindelwald has not come back , Who do you think built the sculpture at your door?"

　　 "Oh this..." Nelson smashed his mouth.

"Don't worry, Master Grindelwald admires you very much." Andre glanced at the sculpture outside, sipping the glass of alcoholic beverage called "Ton Tung Tung", and added a sentence at the end, "...with you the art of."

"I didn't!" Nelson fought with common sense, then retracted his head sadly, remembering his abortive run plan, and at the moment he regretted not following White's advice. "Why are you at the French Ministry of Magic? How did you find it? mine?"

"You still lack social experience too much." Andre swallowed the last sip, called the waiter to refill the cup, then leaned back in his chair and pointed, "You and your friend went to France, and he said he wanted to hide Look closely, so it means that he has never been to France."

　　 "Indeed." Nelson nodded.

"Then he should be an Englishman. Now the bus in the UK doesn't run long distances anymore, so when going back from France, if you don't get a Muggle visa and take the boat back, there are only two ways." He held out two fingers. He shook his head, "Look for the Ministry of Magic to borrow the fireplace, or find someone to show his appearance, he must not...can't do such a long-distance Apparition."

　　 There are no wonders in the world, Andre also considered his own words.

　　 "So how are you sure we will appear at the Ministry of Magic at that time?"

　　 "Well, it actually happened. I was going to step on it." Seeing that he couldn't make it up, Andre shrugged, "By the way, let's talk about business."

　　 "Step on it? What are you doing?" Nelson warned, "Doing business? Are you still doing business with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Hey, how do you say it? The famous Muggle Marx once said that when the profit reaches 300%, they dare to risk hanging! What is so bad about doing business with the saints?" Ann Drei took the drink from the waiter and said, "Besides, I'm not a heinous dark wizard. I only sell some alchemy products occasionally. Otherwise, what do you think the infrastructure of Newmontgard depends on?"

　　 "Disrespect, disrespect." Nelson didn't expect Andre to be a **** figure. Seeing the bright streets all around, he couldn't help taking a high look at the inconspicuous old man.

"What do you think?" Andre seemed to find that Nelson's thinking had spread far away. "You don't think I earned this? I'm not John Rockefeller, so if you have the skill, it's better to let me rob Gringotts came happily."

　　 "That's right." Nelson nodded. "Why do you know so much about Muggles? I'm from Muggle and I don't know as many Muggle celebrities as you."

　　 "I just live longer." Andre's old face put on another look that looked like a red face, "And haven't I told you? Before I became a saint, I was a professor of literature at Heidelberg University."

　　 "Haha, I didn't see it."

"I really didn't see it," Nelson tried to connect the scarred face in front of him with a well-dressed professor, but he failed in the end. He couldn't help but use honorifics, "I didn't expect you to Have such knowledge."

"What is knowledge? Although I have a literary theory, I have never published any works." Old Andre blushed, and bowed his head in sorrow. "Although I have coached for decades, I have never taught a future student. Become a student of a true writer."

　　 "Then why did you become...you will become a saint in the end?" Nelson was a little curious about his story.

　　 "You should stop saying "you"." Andre's shoulders trembled. "It sounds weird...but this is another very long story. I'll tell you when I have a chance."

"Ok."

　　 "Go back and pack your luggage." Andre got up and walked to the door. Nelson quickly followed, "After watching Dumbledore's trial, we should also do something serious."

　　 "Where are we going?" Nelson asked, "I'll be better prepared."

"We are going to Poland." Andrei opened the door of the hotel and said, "You better be careful. There are a lot of Muggle guerrillas there now. Don't be destroyed by Muggle stray bullets. That's true. The name goes down in history."

　　 "Are they all going?"

　　 "White and Zweig will go with us, Barry has other things to accomplish."

　　 "Is he going to find the Deathly Hallows again?" Nelson thought of the tragedy when he first met Barry.

　　 "That's right." Andre paused, groaned for a moment, and said, "Maybe you have to go to Muggle to rescue him later."

　　 "..." The two suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence of trying to squeeze a smile.

"I'll take you here." Andrei was standing under the statue of Pythia in front of the library~www.mtlnovel.com~, pointing to the chain that fastened Pythia's wrist," Zweig told Master Grindelwald, you can't Apparate, so he casts a magic similar to a door key on this chain. Is there anything important on you? The kind that you won't lose if you lose yourself. thing."

　　 "I think about it..." Nelson thought for a moment, and took out the stick that Jonas had left him from his pocket.

　　 "..." Andre's pupils vibrated, "I have never seen anyone use the Non-mark Stretching Curse so much, don't you think it is heavy?"

　　 While slurping his belly, he took Nelson's cane, tapped the little sun in Pitya's hand with it, and muttered a word, and after a while, he handed back the slightly hot cane.

　　 "No matter where you are in the future, as long as you hold it and say 'Pitya', you will come back here-if you poke the little sun downstairs with it, you can go directly back to the room."

　　 "Thank you." Nelson took the stick and was about to poke the little sun.

　　 "Wait." Seeing him turning around, Andre squeezed a grinning smile, "Don't you want to know what judgment Wesengama gave Dumbledore?"

　　 "What did Wisengamak finally sentence to Dumbledore?"

"Maintain the original verdict." Andre smiled brighter. "But in view of his record of repelling Lord Grindelwald and protecting the safety of Wisengamo members and wizards from all over the world, he will atone for his merits, listen. Said that he would be awarded a second-level Merlin Knights badge again next week."

　　 "..." The amber on the top of Nelson's cane violently poked the little sun in Pitya's hand, muttering, "It's boring."

　　 "This is," Andre grinned loudly as he watched Nelson's disappearance. "This is for the greater good."

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