My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is this the hiding place?" Tom rubbed the back of his head while looking at the bustling street scene around him.

The scenery of the hidden place has a strong French style. With the rice-shaped intersection where they are located as the center, there are magnificent buildings of different shapes but with a special symmetrical beauty on both sides of the eight straight streets. Its job is to concentrate different categories of commodities such as potions, books, magic props, daily sundries, etc., which greatly exerts the agglomeration effect and provides convenience for the wizards living here.

Except for the part of the Latin people in their eyebrows that is very different from the Germans, the French wizards don’t look much different from the British wizards in Diagon Alley. Most of them wear wizard robes that are common all over the world, and occasionally there are a few in strange costumes. Guy, but in the corners of those solemn-looking robes, you can occasionally find some interesting little laces and small decorations, just like the little graffiti dotted on the plaques of hidden wizard shops, highlighting the city. Unique romantic style.

"If there is no accident, we should have reached the hiding place." Nelson nodded, looked up at the spire of the fancy tent with colored balls in front of him, and observed the eight roads around him, "Where do you want to go first? I hope the French Wizards speak English."

"There are a lot of people over there, let's go and have a look!" Tom glanced at the poster at the entrance of the tent in front of him, "Is this a circus? How come there are wizards watching the circus? There is still half an hour until the end, and we just finished shopping and can catch up .”

"Okay." The two walked towards the busiest street in the hidden place. The whole street was filled with smoke, and it seemed to be a street specializing in potions.

"What are they doing with a big fireplace here?" Tom asked Nelson, turning to Nelson as he passed the huge fireplace in the middle of the intersection.

"Be careful!" Nelson suddenly reached out and grabbed Tom, quickly pulled out his wand, and shouted, "Armor protection!"

"It's Grindelwald!"

I saw thick smoke billowing suddenly from the fireplace, and a group of gray-faced wizards pushing and shoving out of it. Nelson's spell was too timely, otherwise Tom should have been lying on the ground at this moment—it was the first one who suffered. Running out, the fat wizard who was squatting on the ground and moaning while covering his bleeding nose, Nelson pulled Tom and sneaked out of the crowd.

"Grindelwald attacked the trial! He wants to kill Dumbledore!"

"Auror, where is Auror!" The panicked crowd was immersed in panic like a flock of sheep that had lost their leader. Grindelwald had brought so much unforgettable pain to France that it seemed that wizards throughout France They all suffer from "Grindelwald phobia", and their legs start to weaken when they hear his name.

"What happened!" Seeing Nelson and Tom running out of the crowd, a wizard in the uniform of the French Ministry of Magic on the side of the road grabbed him and asked anxiously, "I heard Grindelwald, and he Did it show up?"

"Sorry, I don't speak French." So the officer repeated the question in English.

"Grindelwald appeared at the Wizengamot's trial venue." Congratulations, the internationalization of the French magic world seems to be much higher than that of the Muggles, Nelson explained, "I don't know about the others. , when he appeared, I used the Floo network to come here... By the way, sir, we went the wrong way in a panic, how should we go to England from here?"

"What?" The wizard's face was instantly covered with obvious sadness. He didn't answer the following questions, and left the two of them, hurriedly ran to the crowd, waving his wand to maintain order.

"Didn't they say that the French are hospitable?" Tom and Nelson were back on the scheduled path, and he was spreading his hands, attacking the attitude of the man just now with a look of disdain.

"I understand. After all, you can see that his face turned green when he heard Grindelwald's name." Nelson curled his lips and explained, "It is said that Grindelwald made a comeback in Paris more than ten years ago. Cities were razed to the ground."

"Is that so?" Tom walked towards the first shop on the west side of the street, showing a playful smile, "It's incredible that one person can bring such a great fear."

"Thank you." Nelson stepped over the curtain that Tom helped him lift up, walked to the empty shop, and picked up a small top placed on the table, "After all, I was beaten before, and the psychological shadow is more serious. It's normal, besides, Grindelwald's incitement and attack are more dangerous than his magical ability, so people have to be careful."

"Hullo! Is anyone there?" called Tom through the curtain at the back of the shop, and whispered, turning his head, "what kind of a man you've been in Nurmengard all these days? Seriously, When I met him today, I feel that he is indeed much better than those mediocre people—but I will help you, and when I practice for another two years, we will kill him together!" He put on an aggrieved expression again. While planning to avenge his good friend, he imagined defeating the devil and becoming famous in the world.

"Let's talk about this later." Nelson put down the small top and picked up another one. "We are still too weak now. After all, we haven't reached our time yet."

"It's almost there." A familiar thick voice suddenly appeared behind the two of them. Nelson turned his head and saw a bald man with a delicate face standing behind him. White shirt and brown-black checkered vest, just changed into a pair of brighter shoes, at this moment he is greeting politely, "Your era will soon come."

"Mr. Daguerre?" Nelson took a step back, stopped Tom behind him, squinted his eyes and looked at the shopkeeper who had sold him a camera in Hogsmeade. He was also a person who had read a lot of novels. This kind of character who is clearly out of reach but always keeps appearing in strange places is extremely vigilant, "Why are you here? Aren't you opening a shop in Hogsmeade?"

"I've been here all the time, I'm French." He chuckled, "I was going to open a branch in England, but wizards in England don't seem to like our products very much. To be honest, we The Daguerre family has always paid attention to product quality and user experience, and every product is genuine and guaranteed in quality and quantity..."

He suddenly realized that such chatter might scare away two potential guests, so he stopped talking, smiled apologetically, and asked, "Mr. Wertning, is that camera useful?"

"Uh... not bad." Nelson was a lot confused about that camera, "It's just, its price..."

"What's the matter?" Daguerre raised his eyebrows, "Our prices have always been fair, but if you feel that you are at a disadvantage, you can still negotiate."

"No." Nelson shook his head, recalling the incredible functions of that camera, and replied, "I mean, the functions of this camera seem to be far more valuable than those two Galleons."

"Hey, as long as you like it, why don't you take a look at other products in our store, they are absolutely worth the money, and they are all the best alchemy products. I dare say that the potions and alchemy products in the whole street are not It will be better than us, and we are cheaper!" Daguerre smiled reassuringly, "The store I opened in Hogsmeade mainly sells some second-hand goods, and those things are collected by me, so in fact I don't know what special functions they have, but it is impossible to make money by opening a store, so you can easily be cheated when you think about it this way."

"Is that so?" Nelson had never seen such a business.

"Yes, so I suggest you buy the products you need at my house." Daguerre strikes while the iron is hot, "Although I make money by opening a store, it is actually a win-win situation with customers. I earn money and customers also earn money."

"Then who lost money?" Tom keenly discovered the problem, and pointed it out in time.

"Sir, you just don't understand business. There is not only zero-sum game in the world, we should pursue win-win cooperation." Daguerre bluffed Tom immediately, although he didn't know what the boss was talking about , but he felt very powerful. When he recovered, he was already standing outside the door with a bag and said goodbye to the enthusiastic Daguerre.

"Is this magic?" When he regained his judgment, he couldn't help feeling a little scared, and looked at Nelson, who was looking up at the sky, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking," Nelson said quietly, pondering deeply, "how does he know that I am Mr. Wertling?"

"Did you tell him when you bought the camera in Hogsmeade?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

"It's possible, but my name was Nelson Williams at that time." Nelson shook his head and put the question behind him. "By the way, are you going back today or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Tom thought for a while, and said, "I can only take the Knight Bus when I go back today, and I may have to sleep outside for a night, anyway, I ran out of a secret road, it doesn't matter when I go back .”

"Okay." Nelson pointed to the hotel on the side of the road, "Let's book two rooms first and put our things down. There are still many places we haven't visited yet."

"By the way, why do you buy mandrakes? Is there a terrorist in Nurmengard who likes to attack people with petrification spells?"

"Look at what you said? Who in Nurmengard is not a terrorist?" Nelson smiled playfully, "How come you are so good at herbal medicine suddenly? The last time I told you about Sprout's deeds stimulated you ?"

"I just learned potions well!" Tom insisted. "I just don't know what mandrakes and hawk moths can be used for."

"This is the potion for learning Animagus." Nelson raised his eyebrows proudly. Although he still couldn't open the notes that Mag gave him, the necessary pretense was still there.