My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 129 Attacking the Ministry of Magic

"This is indeed not my own wand," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "You can even tell that."

"Can you show me?" Professor Twelve Trees held out his hand to Nelson.

"Here you are," Nelson put his left hand in his pocket, and handed the wand in his right hand to Professor Twelve Trees. "This is a wand inherited from one of my former classmates."

"Let me see... Hey, Nelson, pay attention to the maintenance of the wand." Professor Twelve Trees carefully brought the wand close to his eyes, then took it away in disgust, wiped it with the magic spell, and continued, "Fir Wood, ten and one-third inches, very hard, hard to bend, suitable for polymorphing... the core of the staff is, well, the heartstring of the dragon, the third child of the Ollivander family, it should be their product."

"That's right," Nelson nodded, "This is indeed Ollivander's work."

"This hemming is a bit wild. It's not like Garrick's technique, it's more like his father's, but it's different." Professor Twelve Trees held the wand in his hand and made it float slowly while spinning. After careful observation, he commented, "This should be the work of his great-grandfather or grandfather. This rough and efficient wand-making technique is most suitable for the large demand for wands in the wizarding world during the goblin rebellion in the [-]th century."

"A mass-produced wand?" Nelson asked, "but I don't think it's any worse than the new wand I bought in Diagon Alley. It's not as rough as the usual mass-produced products."

"No no," Professor Twelve Trees shook his head and corrected, "Although mass-produced things are not necessarily shoddy... but mass-produced wands must be shoddy. To use a new Muggle term in recent years, it means poor quality control. , but when there are enough products with poor quality control, there will definitely be high-quality products.”

"This wand seems to be in good condition, and it should have been passed down as a fine product for a long time." Professor Twelve Trees handed the wand back to Nelson, talking eloquently, "Don't you wonder why there are so few ancient wands? Except those A fabled wand, maybe the only one you've ever seen?"

"That's right, that's right." Nelson nodded, "I really rarely see this kind of wand that has been passed down for a hundred years or more."

"That's because everything else has been damaged." Professor Twelve Trees said, "And the reason why you think it works well is because the dragon heartstring has a characteristic, it is easy to succumb to a powerful user, especially at the beginning The owner is long gone. On the other hand, wands made of fir wood are one of the most suitable wands for transfiguration, and it just fits your strengths... Did you buy a wand yourself in the first place? What kind of material is it? ?”

"It's this one, Professor." Nelson took out his left hand in his pocket, and pulled out a clean and slender black wand.

"Oh? Let me see..." Professor Twelve Trees narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Nelson's wand in the air. This wand that Nelson hadn't used for a long time struggled vigorously under his grasp.

"Black walnut?" Seeing that the wand was resisting him, Professor Twelve Trees loosened his grip and let the wand fall back into Nelson's hand. He shook his head with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and said, "The wand of black walnut is very In particular, I suggest you use your wand more often."

"why?"

"Didn't Garrick tell you?" said Professor Twelve Trees, "In his theory, black walnut is one of the woods most valued and understood by the owner. Why don't you use your wand? You know, that It must be the best for you."

"Professor, I seldom use this wand." Nelson explained, "Because I'm away all year round, it's inevitable that I will cast magic, and I'm afraid of disturbing traces."

"Zongsi?" Professor Twelve Trees was stunned, and then he took out his wand and waved it casually, and said, "I didn't expect this, after all, when I was studying, there was no such thing as Zongsi. ...you don't have to worry about it now."

"Really? Thank you," Nelson held up his wand and asked curiously, "Professor, you know so much about wands, can you make them?"

"Yes," Professor Twelve Trees led Nelson through the rows of shelves, leading him to admire every wand placed here, "before Ilvermorny came to this continent, here The wizards in China do not use wands. For a long time, even now, the wands in the United States come from Ilvermorny-every new student will get a wand that belongs to him after the sorting ceremony, but after they graduate Previously, wands were not allowed to be taken out of Ilvermorny—these wands were made by the headmaster of Ilvermorny, and before becoming a headmaster, one had to be a good wandmaker."

"Is there any difference between these wands?" Nelson followed behind Professor Twelve Trees. The old man's movements were a little vigorous, and Nelson also had a little difficulty following.

"Of course." Professor Twelve Trees said shaking his head, "Every wandmaker has his own habits, and the countries they live in have different products, which also makes them different in the choice of materials. The impact is In all aspects, so that there will be a lot of difference after being passed down from generation to generation, just like the Ollivander you know, their family only uses three kinds of stick cores."

"Phoenix tail feathers, unicorn hair and dragon heartstrings," Nelson said.

"That's right, according to Garrick, these three kinds of cores are the most suitable and typical three kinds of cores that their family has tried to find for generations." Professor Twelve Trees shrugged, "But I think he is still not enough Bold, Ilvermorny's wand is willing to try any magical animal material and any wood, and we believe that even a rare wand can wait for its destined owner."

"Like this one," Professor Twelve Trees casually picked up a dusty wand on the shelf near the exit, gently brushed off the dust, and said, "The whiskers of the cat and the watermelon vine, what do you think? Would you like a wand?"

"That sounds cute..." Nelson tried to recall what the cat lizi looked like.

"It's quite weak, isn't it?" Professor Twelve Trees raised the crooked wand that seemed to be broken from the bushes by the roadside, and said softly to the door, "The fluorescent light is shining."

A beam of bright and even dazzling light was released from the tip of the staff, instantly turning the world in Nelson's eyes into whiteness. He covered his eyes and heard Professor Twelve Trees say, "This is the enhancement of the counter-illumination spell I've seen. Biggest wand, isn't it?"

"Yes, Professor," Nelson couldn't see anything, and was dragged forward by Professor Twelve Trees, staggering to meet him, "It's really bright."

"Right, wands, like people, have their own strengths." Professor Twelve Trees covered Nelson's eyes with his hands. Soon, a cool feeling spread from his eyes. Nelson blinked, and everything in front of him It's clearer.

He looked around and found that he was in a confined space of two meters square. The trembling walls told him that this space was moving at a high speed.

"Professor, what is this?" Nelson thought of the healing magic that Zweig had used, and somehow felt a little familiar, and asked, "Healing magic?"

"That's right," Professor Twelve Trees nodded, "I graduated from Goblin Academy, and the teaching there is more inclined to some of our unique healing magic. Communication, this special 'witch doctor' magic was introduced to Ilvermorny. Under the organization of James Stewart, the founder of Goblin Academy, a group of young and outstanding wizards and wizards spent more than ten years turning them into wizards. The magic used."

"awesome."

"There's something even worse. Professor Stewart is a No-Maj."

"No-Maj?"

"No-Maj is what Muggles are called in America."

"No, professor, I'm just curious as to why No-Maj became the founder of a college in Ilvermorny."

"He is the lover of Principal Aesop, and he is also the person in this school who most advocates teaching European magic to local wizards," Professor Twelve Trees looked admiringly, "He is the person I respect the most."

"It is indeed worthy of respect, but professor, the law of secrecy..."

"What kind of secrecy law was there at that time?" Hearing the word "secrecy law", the corner of Professor Twelve Trees' mouth twitched, as if recalling some bad memories.

……

"Hello, I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle who applied for the Transnational Fireplace earlier."

British Ministry of Magic, Department of International Affairs reception hall, Tom, who had just got off the train, was standing in front of the counter with Nelson's schoolbag on his back to register.

"Mr. Riddle, just to confirm, are you going to use the Floo network to go from the fireplace of the International Affairs Department of the British Ministry of Magic in London to the fireplace of the International Affairs Department of the French Ministry of Magic in Paris at five o'clock this morning?"

"Yes."

"Okay," the clerk asked while manipulating a quill pen to write vigorously on a thick book, "Do you want to make some adjustments to the itinerary?"

"Can you set the time to ... uh," asked Tom, taking a glance from his hand, "a quarter past four?"

"No, sir. Due to the tense situation, our Floo network can only be activated on the hour."

"..." Tom frowned and asked, "Can that set the end of the journey in a hidden place?"

"No, sir, due to the tense situation, we only connect to the Ministry of Magic network in France."

"Can I not use the fireplace?" Tom laughed angrily, and asked jokingly, "Can you send me to France on a flying carpet?"

"No, sir, our only means of transportation is the Floo network."

"Then why do you ask me?" Tom held his forehead and walked to the sofa at the entrance of the reception hall, preparing to sit on it for a while. He found that there were suddenly more people in the Ministry of Magic outside the door, not at all like five in the morning. London at [-]:[-] a.m. is not like the Ministry of Magic at [-] a.m., "Since this can't be changed, then it can't be changed, why do you ask me if I want to adjust the itinerary?"

"This is our service rule, sir." The clerk showed eight teeth and showed a stiff smile, "In order to let you experience our homely service attitude."

"Yes, I used to live in an orphanage," Tom said while sitting on a chair, holding his schoolbag in front of him, and picked up the newspaper beside him. "If it's called being at home, I really feel it."

"Thank you, sir, and I hope you can give me ten points for my service." The clerk continued to show off his eight white teeth.

Tom laughed "hehe" and ignored him. The clerk seemed to have misunderstood what an "eight-tooth smile" looked like. He showed two rows of four teeth on the top and bottom, which looked weird.

"What?!" After a while, Tom screamed, waking up the other people waiting in the reception hall.

"Boy, what are you calling?" The old lady got up angrily and spat out her dentures.

"France is at war!" Tom didn't care about her rudeness, but patiently explained to her.

"So what if the war starts?" The old lady put back her dentures and said disdainfully with a cane on her hands. "I've lived for more than 100 years. France started wars with other people every few days, and it usually ended very quickly."

"France is not at war with others," another middle-aged wizard who picked up the newspaper frowned, and said solemnly, "We are at war with Nurmengard in France, and the person who did it was the headmaster of Hogwarts. Professor Armando Dippet."

"Where?" The old lady fell silent, and another witch who just woke up asked, "Where did they start the war?"

"It was in the hiding place at the beginning, but now Principal Dippet's people have already invaded Nurmengard," the middle-aged wizard's hair was visible to the naked eye, and his tone was a little restless. He trembled and said, "The Aurors in Paris have put the city under martial law, the newspaper said, and Nurmengard claimed: 'This act of undeclared war is a shameful sneak attack, and they will retaliate in the most brutal way', and three hours ago The Ministry of Magic issued a statement: 'The most elite Auror team has been dispatched to the aid of Professor Dippet'... It seems that a war is really going to happen."

"Good fight." The witch who asked the question was even a little excited, "I can't stand the secrecy law anymore! I hope the Dark Lord can kick these officials' ass hard."

"What the hell, what do you know?" the wizard reading the newspaper sneered, "Besides, the Dark Lord hasn't shown up yet."

No one spoke, and everyone was thinking about their own affairs. On the rows of benches in the reception hall, centered on two wizards, the wizards waiting to use the Floo Network formed two distinct camps.

Tom quietly left the reception hall, found the owl shared by the Ministry of Magic, and quickly sent a note.

Half an hour later, Tom got into the big fireplace calling the name of the International Affairs Department of the French Ministry of Magic.

The moment he left, the street outside the Ministry of Magic building was filled with wizards in black robes. They surrounded the building from the sky to the ground. A tall bald-headed wizard led a special team to push through the crowd and stood. At the foot of the Ministry of Magic building, he took out his wand and tapped his throat lightly, followed by a deafening sound.

"Lord Grindelwald never breaks his word."

(End of this chapter)