My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 107 "Professional Team"

"Is this Nurmengard?"

Lorian quickly ran to the window and looked at the endless fields. Hundreds of wizard families settled in the outskirts of Nurmengard. Refreshing.

It was morning at this time, and some people who got up late had just raised the smoke from the cooking. The smoke containing the aroma of the food rose in a circle and merged into the thin morning mist above the head, making the Alps in the distance visible.

Of course, there are also hard-working people who have already had breakfast early and went out to work. In the wheat field not far away, a witch who looks like a peasant woman is waving a magic wand. Inside the bag, the mouth of the bag opened and closed, chewing like a big mouth, spitting out some straw and wheat bran every once in a while.

Whether it is for wizards or Muggles, autumn is always the season of harvest.

"Not bad." Lorien raised her hand on her forehead to block the sun rising from the mountains in the distance, looked around curiously, and asked, "Mr. Andre, I see that the castle is surrounded by Open space, can I grow some vegetables here too?"

"Of course." It was Zweig who answered her. "In Nurmengard, anyone can build anything they want on any piece of open land, as long as it is valuable."

"Okay!" Lori Ann waved her hand, hugged the puppy in her arms and dangled in the air, "Dinkas, this is our new home. There are many mages like me here."

Dingkas was shaken a little disgusted, but he drooped his tongue weakly and looked at her dully.

"What? Are you unhappy?"

Seeing that Luo Lian seemed to be holding him in a circle again, Dinkas nodded quickly, and barked twice weakly.

"It seems that Dinkas also likes this place very much." Lori Ann was even happier, and turned to Andre with a bright smile, "Thank you, Mr. Andre."

"You're welcome." Andre coughed twice. The old man was a little ashamed. After all, he didn't do anything. He stretched out his hand to Zweig and said, "You can ask Zweig for help with planting. He is an expert in this field.”

"Mr. Zweig." Nelson, who was helping Newt with makeup, suddenly turned around and asked, "May I ask what the magic is for moving?"

"It's an apparition performed by multiple people." Zweig explained.

"It's amazing to be able to move such a big castle here. I have to say that your efficiency is really high." Nelson first praised, then raised his eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "I have no intention of questioning the professionalism of your team. Sex, but I would like to ask, when you moved this castle, did you bring the foundation?"

"What is the foundation?" Zweig's speech was still so concise.

"Then I feel that the sofa is getting more and more reclined. It shouldn't be a bodily illusion caused by apparition." Nelson slid down from the sofa, grabbed Newt's arm tightly, and looked into Zweig's eyes and said seriously, "If I feel right that the castle is about to fall."

"Crack-"

As if to confirm his words, a lightning-like crack suddenly cracked on the white wall of the living room, and the simple stone bricks were exposed from under the wall. They interlocked like canine teeth. After all, the force could not compete with the gravity. Along the crack, the load-bearing wall slowly split in half like a tree root split by an axe.

"I'm cracked."

Nelson murmured, he tightly grasped Newt's forearm, and a dark sense of urgency came from all directions, and in the next moment, he had appeared in the garden below the castle tower.

The dust in the sky burst out from the cracked holes in all directions of the castle. Nelson rubbed his eyes. Dinkas was transforming into the huge body of a dragon, holding on to the fallen wall of the castle, protecting himself and his master's home.

"What's the matter with you!" Nelson followed the reprimand, and Zweig was standing at the foot of the castle, reprimanding a few wizards in black robes, and wearing a white hard hat. , very much like a supervisor on a construction site, this man who didn’t know what a foundation was a few seconds ago was saying loudly, “Didn’t I teach you that? To move a house, you need to move the foundation together. Do you know what a foundation is? Is it? This house became like this because you didn’t bring the foundation! Are you worthy of being called a professional? Do you know what safety is!”

He folded his arms in his arms, looked sullenly at the construction team of black-robed wizards busy repairing the castle, and snorted coldly, "If this castle collapses, you will be responsible!"

The repair work of the wizards opened Nelson's eyes. He watched those black-robed wizards riding brooms and constantly cast spells on the castle in the air. floating on both sides of the castle, several other wizards shuttled back and forth up and down the biggest crack, filling the crack with a white, foam-like colloid, and after a while it dried and became the same as the castle wall material.

"Is it really good to build a house like this?" Nelson opened his mouth wide, looking in the direction of the castle and muttering to himself.

"I have to say that although I don't agree with the thoughts of the saints of Nurmengard, their professional ability in construction is still amazing." Newt on the side sighed, "To be honest, before I The team of wizards who came to repair our house are not as professional as them at all."

"Are you serious?" Nelson squinted at him, trying his best to find a joking expression on Newt's face, but he was quickly disappointed and said with lingering fear, "It turns out that wizards are so well-trained. house."

"Haven't you seen it? Oh! Forgot that you were Muggle-born." Newt turned his head, gave Nelson a strange look, and then said, "I've learned a lot, isn't it much better than Muggle engineering?"

"One thing to say, indeed." Nelson nodded against his will, staring at the construction site intently. No matter how outrageous the construction method is, a man's instinct to stop and watch the construction site will not change.

It was a false alarm, and it took less than 10 minutes for the castle to be repaired. Nelson looked at the castle with a bitter face—it was still a castle without a foundation, and the castle was covered with X-shaped patches , because of the filling of the cracks, the castle is much fatter than before, and the originally thin and tall Gothic building has become top-heavy and looks a little chunky.

Nelson dared not go in again, and he suggested that a group of people go to the restaurant he often went to eat.

"I treat you," he said swearingly, "Anyway, Grindelwald will be accounted for."

After arriving in Nurmengard, except for the time Grindelwald took him to the cemetery on the suburban mountain, Nelson hadn't gone out and turned around. On the way to the Black Tower Library this time, he had a good look at it. The charm of this particular wizarding city.

The wizards on the street speak different languages ​​and do all kinds of businesses. Men, women, young and old, yellow, white, black and red, wizards from all over the world gather here for different reasons, and most of them have no experience in the wizarding world. The kind of ambition to rule the world circulated, they just yearn for the world described by Grindelwald where wizards live freely.

"I didn't expect there to be so many ordinary people in Nurmengard." Unlike Lori Ann, who had been looking around curiously along the way, Newt was also watching the corners of Nurmengard's streets and alleys, but his eyes kept changing. Jumping back and forth between ordinary faces.

"Newt, in your eyes, what kind of place should Nurmengard be?" Hearing Newt's exclamation, Andre asked curiously, his words were not so explosive.

"I have dealt with many of you, and I have seen your reward orders, which is why I was so nervous when I first met you." Newt said, "In my impression, the saints are all It’s some dark wizards with high skills or high positions, they are often the recognized elite, and I think Grindelwald’s theory can easily attract the kind of self-proclaimed elite, otherworldly guys.”

"Aren't you a recognized elite?" Andre pouted, and said, "But the world cannot run on the elite alone, and what is an elite, a guy who is good at dueling, or good at calculating? So are farmers who are good at farming considered elites? Are knowledgeable scholars considered elites? Are construction teams under Zweig considered elites? They are not good at duels, and they have no power.”

"This..." Newt was at a loss for words.

"I think it's a good thing that you can come to Nurmengard for a while. The outside world has too much prejudice against us. What we have never thought is to let the so-called elite occupy high positions and rule others from above, but let every wizard To perform their own duties in their own field, so that every wizard can become an out-and-out elite in the cause they are willing to dedicate their lives to."

"Is that so?" Newt's expression was a little dazed.

"You still need to see these things for yourself, Mr. Scamander." White reminded in a low voice, "Andre is a demagogic elite, which is why Grindelwald put him next to me."

"Miss White, you—" Newt regained his composure, took a deep look at White, and stopped talking.

Nelson did not pay attention to the conversation between them. His thoughts drifted away when Andre said, "Is the construction team under Zweig considered an elite?" He was a little worried about his residence. Did they build it? I guess it will be difficult to sleep tonight...

A group of people walked through the streets and alleys with their own thoughts, until Nelson saw the spire of the Black Tower Library appearing on the top of the building ahead.

"Here we are." Through an alley full of strange shops, everyone saw a tall tower that was only slightly inferior to Grindelwald's residence. Nelson led them to the restaurant while introducing the surrounding environment, "The place where I live is easy to find. It's on top of that tower—that black tower is Nurmengard's public library, and it's the second most conspicuous building here."

"Mr. Wertning, hello." As soon as he entered the door, the waiter of the restaurant greeted him, "What would you like to eat?"

"I can't tell you're quite famous, even the people in the hotel know you." Newt sighed, "But aren't you Williams? What Weildening?"

"I just come here to eat often, and it's a bill. They have to remember me." Nelson turned back to respond, and then turned back to the waiter and asked, "We have, uh, one, two, three, four... six people here , is there any recommended set meal? Drinks are ordered separately."

"Nelson is a big celebrity here..." White covered his mouth and laughed, "There is also a statue dedicated to him in Nurmengard, because of his astonishing accomplishments in art—"

"Sister, I beg you." Nelson covered his face and interrupted White's tiger-wolf speech, "Let's see what to eat first."

"Mr. Wiltoning," the waiter brought a menu from the front desk and introduced, "I suggest you choose our newly launched 'Career Has Not Succeeded' package these days, which can be combined with the 'Saints still need to work hard' 'Drink set, which happens to have two non-alcoholic beverages, this set is the latest Chinese food we introduced, I don't know if you know Chinese food...it will definitely bring you a new dining experience, and about these two sets The name also has a very inspiring allusion..."

"Can you?" Nelson turned to the crowd and asked, "Chopsticks are used in Chinese food. Do you know how?"

"I can, I will." White nodded first, "I can use all types of tableware."

"Me too," Newt said. "I went to China to observe fireballs. I ate Shandong cuisine for more than a month. It's good except a little salty."

"What about you? Mr. Andre?" Newt raised his eyebrows at Andre, "You don't know how to use chopsticks, do you?"

"What are you talking about?" Andre's old face full of scars was flushed, even his neck looked a little red, he cast his eyes on Lori Ann, with a hint of hope in his eyes, and said, "I will definitely use it, but this It's up to Miss Lori Ann, she's the real guest, and we have to consider—"

"I know how to use chopsticks. I have used chopsticks since I was a child." Luo Lian said firmly without waiting for him to finish, "Don't worry about me."

"Andre, then I'll order." Nelson's eyes lingered on Andre's struggling face for a long time, and seeing him close his eyes as if appointed, he said to the waiter, "Then come here Two set meals, please find us a seat first."

"Okay, please come with me."

"Nelson, let's continue talking about the topic that we haven't finished before, lest I forget it later." As soon as he sat down at the table, Andre opened up the conversation box and said to Nelson, "Master Grindelwald means, I'm afraid you'll be bored here alone, and he doesn't have much time to teach you recently, so let me take you to find something to do, by the way, so that you don't fall behind in the practice of magic. I don't worry about magic, but find something to do Let’s do it, mainly because the wizard side really hasn’t made any big moves recently,...do you have any ideas?”

"So is there any normal thing for me to do?" Nelson asked, "I feel that the previous trip to Krakow was quite good, and I have to have a little bit of magic. I really can't do it here. Forget working in a restaurant."

"Actually, you can go again in a few months." Andre said mysteriously, "The application received by the German Muggle government to build a concentration camp in Auschwitz, south of Krakow, has been approved. It’s busy during this period, if you are interested, you can go there to stay for a while at this time next year, there are some magical things that need to be done.”

"whats the matter?"

"Magic thing."

"Okay." Nelson didn't really want to talk to the Riddler, so he skipped the topic and asked, "So what happened recently?"

"There is just one thing." It can be seen that Andre has been preparing for this sentence for a long time. "This matter is not big or small, but it is most appropriate for you to do it."

(End of this chapter)