My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 108 The Slug Club
"What's the matter? Rescue Barry?" Nelson glanced at White and saw that she was chatting passionately with Lori Ann, so he asked Andre in a low voice, "Has he been arrested by Muggles again?"

"..." Andre's facial features curled up like chrysanthemums, "It's not like that, I don't know what he's been doing recently."

"What's that for?" Nelson asked. "I've got to find something serious to do, right? My bones feel like my bones are going to rust every day."

"About this work, you can actually learn from your dear senior Newt." Andre grinned, "You can go to Ilvermorny."

"What? Are you going to be a spy?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "I have to say, I'm excited."

"No..." Andre raised his forehead, "I'm not saying Newt Scamander is a spy, in fact, he won't find anything here, because we don't have any big plans, I said The reason to learn from him is simply because he has a lot of experience in the United States-you are there to learn, or in other words, you only need to go to Ilvermorny.”

"Is there a reason? Why should I just go to Ilvermorny?"

"Because it teaches without discrimination, just like your Hufflepuff at Hogwarts, it is very suitable for a little one like you who suddenly stopped studying due to an accident—"

"Will you put any switch on me? As soon as I get to Ilvermorny, will the bomb you planted there explode?" Nelson ignored the nonsense that Andre said, and asked, "Or That you'll turn into a chipmunk and hide in my trunk? Come out and assassinate their headmaster when I get to Ilvermorny?"

"..." The corners of Andre's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and asked White, "Does the scars on my face look very unfriendly? I feel like Nelson imagined me as that... that— "

"Terrorist." White turned his head to look at Andre's face, nodded after a while and said, "Indeed, a little bit."

"Okay..." Andre picked up the chopsticks and poked the staple food on the plate clumsily, and introduced, "You know Krakow we have been to before, it is the geographical center of Europe, so we plan to Build a 'Wizard Highway' around there, build roads first if you want to get rich, you know, the eternal truth... If you can go to the United States, I don't have to find another person to station, and you are not very Like that place in Krakow? If you stay there, you can also garrison Krakow, and I can give you a higher rank."

"Are you so short of people?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "How many places does one have to guard?"

"The main thing is that this kind of work is relatively idle." Andre pouted, "and there are many more important things in the past few years. There is indeed a shortage of manpower."

"Wizard Highway?" Newt looked up. He keenly sensed the point of the words, and asked casually, "What is that?"

"I believe you are not a spy now, and you are too amateur." Andre glanced at him, shrugged and continued, "This is not something shameful, the Wizarding Highway, as the name suggests, is for Wizards provide facilities for easy travel, similar to the Floo network, but more concentrated and larger-playing agglomeration effect, you may not understand, this is the latest academic term."

"What's the difference between it and the Floo network?" Newt asked shamelessly, "I mean, since the Floo network can already meet travel needs."

"You have to know that the Floo network of each country is controlled by the Ministry of Magic of the country. In this case, cross-border travel can only be done in more complicated ways." Andre explained patiently, " As for apparation, on the one hand, apparation can only go to places you have been to; on the other hand, although everyone at our table can do it, for most wizards, apparation is still a relatively difficult magic. "

"I won't." Nelson said weakly, raising his hand.

"I'll teach you." Newt smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'm sure you'll learn it soon."

"This is the real project to benefit the people," Andre continued to introduce triumphantly, "When you are advocating the threat of our saints every day, only we really think about how to make the life of wizards more convenient."

"I didn't... Your highway sounds really good." Newt opened his mouth to argue, then shook his head with a wry smile, and stopped talking.

"So compared to the Floo Network, this 'Wizard Highway' can also transport large quantities of goods quickly?" Nelson interrupted suddenly.

"Ah, here..." Andre opened his mouth, and he didn't make a sound. After a while, he shook his head and smiled embarrassingly, "Nelson, we are in the same group."

"When am I going?" Nelson was good at changing the subject abruptly after chatting to death.

"It will take a while. When the highway is repaired, it will have to wait until next year. Can it be after the new year?"

"Okay." Nelson put down his chopsticks, looked at the empty plate and nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Then I'll add something to the schedule."

"Well, you can get ready." Andre glanced around the table and found that only the plate in front of him was left with scum because he couldn't skillfully use the tableware. "Is everyone full? Do you have any arrangements later?" ?”

"I'll show Lori-Ann around the area, so don't men come over." White wiped his mouth gracefully, and floated out like a swan holding Lori-Ann's hand.

"I want to go to the mountains in the suburbs." Nelson put on his hat, picked up his cane, got up and went to the front desk to pay the bill, leaving Newt and Andre sitting there staring at each other.

"I'll accompany Nelson and explain to him the principle of apparition." Newt picked up the box and left with a stride, leaving Andre sitting at the table, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Old man..."

"Nelson, wait for me." Nelson, who walked out of the store, looked back and saw Newt, who had the same hairstyle and hair color as himself, trotting after him, and stopped.

"Senior Newt."

"I'll accompany you." Newt showed a shy smile and followed Nelson onto the tram.

"Senior Newt, why did you act so aggressive in front of Andre?" There were only the two of them in the empty tram. After a silence, Nelson asked curiously, "I remember the first time I met you and said The sum of the words is not as much as that of the meal just now."

"You really have a talent for chatting, Nelson." Newt was stunned and said, "Everyone has two faces. If I show gentleness or kindness to those saints, they will get worse."

"Is that so..." Nelson thought.

"Isn't it?" Newt asked back. "Isn't your name Nelson Williams? But here, your name is Wertling, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"With the liberty of asking, do you have anything to do with the Wertlings of Beauxbatons?"

"They are my biological parents." Nelson cast his eyes out of the window, shuttling back and forth among the mountains in the suburbs, "We are going to visit them now."

"Feel sorry……"

"It's okay, actually I don't have any impression of them." Nelson looked back, "I'm just curious, why so many people know them? Were they famous back then?"

"Yes, they are very famous." Newt's eyes also blurred, "They are also excellent, they are the best people, I didn't expect them to be buried here."

"Do you know them?"

"I can't call them acquaintances, but I have met them once." Newt thought for a moment, then suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at his temple, asking, "Haven't you met your parents?"

"I think I should have seen it, but I don't have the memory." Nelson raised his head to look at Newt's forehead. Under the traction of his wand, wisps of silver mist flowed from his temple, and he walked out of the box. He took out a small crystal bottle and stuffed the silver mist in like picking up a piece of tulle. The silver mist in the bottle was like gas and liquid, shining with mysterious silver light. Nelson asked, "What is this?" What?"

"This is a memory." Newt plugged the bottle with a cork and handed the bottle to Nelson. "I'm not very good at talking, but I think you must really want to know your parents? I'll copy my memory of them I gave you a copy, and when you have the opportunity to read the memory, you can use it to understand them in my eyes."

"The opportunity to read the memory..." Nelson was thinking, thinking of a broken washbasin in Dumbledore's office, "Can you tell me roughly what kind of people they are?"

"I can't tell," Newt shook his head apologetically, "but after I learned that you were their child, I became even more puzzled about why you appeared here. After Grindelwald escaped from prison that year, They were the ones who fought at the forefront in that war, and that battle was really tragic... The whole Paris couldn't stop burning."

"Did you see that fight?" The trolley ran smoothly, but Nelson's hand was still gripping the handrail.

"Yes, I was looking for Nick Flamel in Paris." Newt showed a look of recollection, "They are really powerful wizards and wizards, two of them can hold Grindelwald, your father's transformed water Surrounding the entire city of Paris, it looks like that magical animal called 'Dragon' in oriental legends, extinguishing more than half of Fiendfire. Your mother is also very powerful, but I can't understand those magics."

Nelson reached out with his other hand and grabbed the armrest on the other side.

"Your mother looked a little weak at that time, but she was still very brave." A trace of admiration appeared on Newt's face. He thought for a while and asked, "She should have just given birth to you at that time, your birthday What time is it?"

"It's the first of January."

"New Year, happy day."

……

"Tom, where did you spend the New Year this year? I remember you spent the New Year with Williams before?"

Hogwarts, Slytherin Tower, Slughorn's office, Slytherin's head, Professor Slughorn, looked at Tom, who was carefully helping him with the potion materials, and asked with concern.

"Yes, Professor." Tom put down the chrysalis in his hand, looked up and replied, "I may go back to the orphanage or stay in the school. I grew up in the orphanage, and the Null family is my family, but he ..."

He lowered his head, his sharp face was hidden in the shadow of his neckline, and his half-length black hair blocked his expression.

"Sorry... Tom." Slughorn stood up, went to the liquor cabinet and picked out a bottle of reserved mead, took out two glasses to fill up, and put one in front of Tom.

"It's okay, Professor." Tom raised his head and smiled at him again, raising his eyebrows at the wine glass in front of him.

"Drink, kid." Slughorn patted him on the shoulder and took a gulp from his glass. "I think you need it. It's okay. This wine is very tasty and very low in alcohol."

"Thank you, Professor." Tom raised his glass and took a sip. The smell of alcohol hit his head, and he blinked hard.

"I understand you, son. When I was young, I had friends like your Mr. Williams." Slughorn filled another glass for himself, raised his eyebrows at Tom, and raised his glass to clink with him. , "The days to come will be long, and we will meet again."

"Yes, Professor." Tom nodded. He could see that Slughorn didn't seem to care much about Gnar, a Slytherin student. He followed the professor's words, "I often write to him. Just can't see it."

"You're right to think so." Slughorn nodded, picked up a box of chrysalis on the table, and said appreciatively, "You've handled them well, Tom, and you've helped me a lot this year." , I think your confinement can end early, what do you think?"

Because the impact of the night tour incident in the first grade was extremely bad, Tom, who took responsibility for it, was punished and sentenced to two years of confinement. The most important thing is to deal with the medicinal materials needed for potions for Slughorn. During the one-year confinement, he has learned a lot of knowledge from it, and it has also made Slughorn's appreciation for him even stronger.

"No need, professor, this will embarrass you." Tom shook his head, biting his thin lips, looking like a nice gentleman who made himself wronged for others, "and help you be so powerful and I have learned a lot from the work of a knowledgeable wizard, and this kind of opportunity is rare for others to come by in a lifetime."

"Hahahaha~" Hearing Tom's flattery, Slughorn let out a barbell-like laugh, "Then you must not be polite, just ask if you want to know, you are too shy Shy, Tom."

"I've never been polite, Professor, I've learned too much knowledge from you, but your knowledge is too broad, so you always feel that I haven't asked anything." Tom chuckled lightly, which made Slugher En was even happier. He picked up the chrysalis he had just handled and asked, "By the way, Professor, is this the chrysalis of the hawkmoth?"

"Yes, you still know it?"

"That's right, professor. After all, my teacher is a world-renowned master of potions, so I have read a lot of books about potions." Because of the mead, Tom's cheeks were flushed, and he was shy. He smiled, and asked impolitely as if he was drunk, "Professor, is this thing precious? Can I take one back for collection? I think it is very beautiful."

"Very well, Tom, discovering the beauty of potions is an important step towards a higher level of potion science." Slughorn had received too many surprises today, and he waved his hand, "Take whatever you like, take it away if you like it, yes Now, do you know what potion it is made of?"

"I don't know, professor." Tom picked up the most well-proportioned and plump chrysalis, and carefully put it in his pocket. He looked bleary-eyed. He said too many compliments that didn't match his usual image due to alcohol tonight, as if It’s like telling the truth after drinking, but the red light in his eyes proves that he is more calm and sober than ever, “I have only heard its name, but the introduction to its use in books is always vague , I think only the top potion masters will understand the use of this rare material."

"Hahaha, it's normal that you don't know, and this is not your course content, but my private collection." Slughorn patted his stomach, making it tremble like jelly, and explained, "Currently In other words, the chrysalis of the ghost moth has only one use in potion science, and that is to concoct a potion that assists Animagus in his cultivation."

"You are really amazing!" Tom looked at him with admiration, and complimented, "I didn't expect you to know such profound knowledge..."

"I know a lot more." Slughorn puffed out his stomach proudly, "You can learn a lot of unimaginable profound magic and potions by following me, which is different from the simple teaching in school. I can Train you into a true elite."

"Really?" Tom asked excitedly, "Can I really learn from a wizard like you?"

"That's right, Tom." Slughorn looked at the excited student in front of him, and said with relief, "I have a way of knowing people, as long as they are people I value, they will always have great achievements, and you are Now my favorite student."

"Really...Professor?" Tom looked less confident, he looked at Slughorn with a half-confused, half-longing look, and his voice lowered, "Do you think I can do it? "

"Okay, Tom, I don't think people miss it," Slughorn nodded earnestly, "You said you have no place to go during the New Year, why don't you go to the party with me, this is a party that I was optimistic about before." A club of students, who, and future you, are the best of the best."

"Thank you, Professor." Tom's expression became more and more excited.

"This club has an interesting name, and I would like to invite you to join it." Slughorn invited, stroking his stomach. "It has a cute name, the Slug Club."

　Go home!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)