My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 87

　　 "I love fine wine, and love my girl even more!"

　　 "Only she can make my heart happy~"

　　 "I am not alone...There is wine in the glass."

　　 "There is still my girl by my side."

　　 "Thinking is free!"

　　 "Should we go up like this?" On the platform of the Berlin railway station, Nelson was standing next to the departing train, his ears echoing from the distant military train, and he asked Andre next to him.

　　 "Of course," Andrei stepped up the folding stairs next to the car, and handed a note to the military police inspecting next to the car, "We have gone through the formal procedures."

"My lord!" Seeing the note, the military police immediately broke free from the lazy attitude. He raised his right foot and leaned heavily to his left foot. The steel plated boots made a crisp "pop", and he raised his right. Arm, fingers moved forward, shouting, "Hurray!"

　　 "Okay, hooray, hooray..." Andre squeezed in from him impatiently, and ordered, "Find us an empty carriage."

"Okay, sir!" The military police started, looked at the people behind Andre, then turned his gaze to Nelson, who was wearing a neat uniform, stepped forward and leaned slightly forward, "Sir, I will help you with salute!" "

　　 "Oh? Huh?" Nelson was taken aback, and confirmed that there was no one around him, only to realize that he was talking about himself, shaking his shoulders flatteredly, and handing him a suitcase full of changed clothes, "Thank you."

　　The military police led the way with the box. Nelson followed Andre and asked in a low voice, "What is your paper? Do you forcefully confuse it?"

　　 "That's a certificate issued by the top officials of the Democratic Party. It's genuine." Andre threw the certificate into Nelson's hands. He held it up and read it impressively: Senior Adviser of Special Operations Forces, Major General Andre.

"..." Nelson carefully stuffed his credentials into Andrei's pocket. This position has reached the peak of Tom's imagination during the orphanage period. In his vision, he could use his special powers to defect to the German government and then join the military system. In the midst of suffering, finally reached the rank of major general and embarked on the pinnacle of life... Nelson looked at the childhood dream of his little friend, and suddenly felt a little disillusioned. "Have you cast a confusing spell on the top?"

"Why do you always think I used the Confusion Charm for someone?" Andrei was amused, and he explained, "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation. The German Muggles are under our influence. These documents are all from us. Identity within the system—to achieve the purpose of world **** with the power of magic, at least that mustache thinks so."

　　 "But I think he is talking about dreams." White followed up and joined the conversation between the two. She sneered, "I feel he is a bit confused about the situation. How can less than 80 million people conquer the world?"

　　 "This can't be blamed on him, after all, magic has given him too much confidence." Andre shrugged, "You must understand that Muggle imagination is always lacking."

　　 "But Germany is not the only wizard in the world..."

"Oh, I can tell you why." Zweig who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly said. Nelson always forgets his existence because of his taciturn. "The person who contacted him was me, and Andre told me that he I am very superstitious that my bloodline has magical powers, so I told him that magic is a super power unique to the noble Aryans, and then..."

　　 "He believed it?"

"Yes, he believed..." Zweig said helplessly. "After we showed him a few small magics, he immediately believed it. I thought it would take a lot of talking. He also creatively added. In one article, ordinary Aryans were unable to perform magic mainly because the Jews among them were interfering, uh... the magic in the air, which caused most people to not have the environment to cast spells."

　　 "But Moustache can't cast spells?"

　　 "No, he will." Andre smiled playfully, "We sent someone to follow him, and whenever he wanted to cast a spell, he would use a silent spell to release him."

"why are you laughing?"

　　 "Sorry, I just think this sounds like a Soviet joke."

"My lord, we are here." The military police in front took the lead through the empty carriages, walked to the door of a luxury carriage in the front section of the train, took out the key from the crew room to open the door of the carriage, and directed at Andresch. A German gift, "This carriage is specially prepared for adults like you. It is absolutely safe. Please rest assured."

Nelson walked in, and a clean and tidy reception room came into view. The soft sofa was covered with white flannel. The ice bucket on the table was filled with bottles of good wine. There was a fire in the fireplace on the opposite side of the coffee table. There is a small pile of good firewood, and the neatly arranged wooden doors at the rear correspond to several bedrooms. The windows are bright and clean, and they look very spacious. It is difficult to help but be puzzled how such a room is packed into a small carriage.

"The needle doesn't poke." Andre whistled, took off his coat and put it on the sofa at the door. Upon seeing this, the military police stuffed Nelson's box into the rack, picked up Andre's clothes and hung them on the coat rack at the door. Go up, it looks like he's going to get a duster to dust him.

　　 "Okay, okay, you can do it yourself." Andre looked a little bit overwhelmed, and sent the military police away. He took out his wand and pointed at his coat, "The whirlwind swept away."

"Although Muggles seem very inefficient in life, it has to be said that it is even more enjoyable for people to perform this inefficient service." White nestled on the small sofa closest to the fireplace, looking ages. Jinghao, completely different from the crazy look when I first saw it.

　　 "My thoughts broke the shackles and split the wall in half. Thoughts are free..."

　　 The singing on the platform rang again. This time the voice was louder. The soldiers got closer, and it seemed that they would also take this train.

　　 "What song is this?" Nelson also lay down on a small sofa like White.

"This song is called "Thoughts Are Free"," Andrei said lazily. "This is a widely circulated German folk song. It was written by Hoffman von Faresleben about a hundred years ago. Organized and included in the "Silesia Folk Songs" and widely circulated, the entire song is repeating Cicero's sentence:'Our thoughts are free'."

　　 "You look like a university professor." White nestled on the sofa and smiled.

"When I was teaching at Heidelberg University, in addition to literature and communication, I occasionally taught folk culture and classical philosophy. After all, there is no distinction between literature, history and philosophy." Andrei walked to the coffee table and took it from the ice bucket. A bottle of red wine, which seemed very expensive, was knocked on the bottleneck with a magic wand, and the cork flew out with a "swish" and planted into the fire. A strong aroma of fruit and wood suddenly filled the entire compartment, and he poured half a glass. , Took a sip, feeling the unique tannin flavor permeating his mouth, showing an old-age nostalgic expression of youth, squinting his eyes and smacking his mouth and said, "I also visited Farrsleben when I was young. He is a poor and respectable poet. This song is almost a memory of a generation in Germany. I used to...I used to talk about it in class."

"Give me a glass, thank you." White lifted his chin, and the two goblets flew slowly in front of Andre. He poured two glasses, and they floated to White and Zweig respectively, and White took the glass. He tasted it, and stuck his tongue out, "Wow, it's awful...Nelson, you should drink juice. I'll ask him to bring a bottle of juice when the flight attendant comes."

　　 "No, thank you." Nelson asked, playing with the pillow on the sofa, "It sounds like this song is about freedom, why is it sung by them?"

　　He pointed to the soldiers passing by outside the carriage. They were all dusty and tired, but they were forbidden and disciplined.

　　 "Why can't they be sung by them?" Andre asked, "People always have the right to sing something."

　　 "But whether it's the identity of the soldiers or their political beliefs, it has nothing to do with freedom, right?"

"No, it's still on the side-the songs they sing are on the side of freedom." Andre smiled holding the cup, his throat giggled like a bellows, "This is a German joke, is it better than yours." Where are the Soviet jokes more interesting and vivid?"

　　 "I don't agree with this, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, let me talk about one more, one day a teacher ran into a former student on the streets of Moscow..."

　　 "Woo..."

Under the bombardment of Nelson's repeated jokes, the train shivered slightly, and then spewed out of steam. The train started slowly. This train was bound for Poland. Almost all the soldiers and officials who went to the station were boarded. They might be called officers uniformly. More appropriately, both sides of the platform were full of their family members who came to see them off. Most of them were solemn and fanatical, and were deeply proud of their son or husband being able to participate in the glorious cause of occupying a neighboring country.

Nelson got up and walked to the window to observe the crowd. He saw a single old woman standing on the platform. She should have come to see off his son. Although the old clothes she was wearing had been washed white, she was holding it on her arms. A flower basket full of petals continuously throws petals on the roof of the car-flowers in this season are not cheap.

　　 "They're crazy, aren't they?" Andre moved behind him, jokingly, "Is it fun and hard to understand?"

　　 "There are some." Nelson nodded. He thought of Jonas. Maybe he had seen such a scene before making such a decision.

"I didn't understand it when I was young. After all, it was a war. A war is always deadly. Muggle wars are not like us. There are too many magics that can be used without blood. Muggle wars are filled with life. "Yes." Andre said softly, "This is still going to Poland. This wave of recruits only needs to do some simple work to clean up the battlefield. If you see the team going on the expedition when you see it, then you will feel shocked. Compared with that kind of scene. How can such a small scene be called fanatical? This country is yearning for war from top to bottom. This kind of cause belongs only to lunatics-this is the real German joke."

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