My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 130 Continue the Attack on the Ministry of Magic

"Hi, may I help you?"

The black-haired witch with high cheekbones sat behind the front desk of the French Ministry of Magic and International Affairs Department. Seeing Tom emerge from the fireplace, she adjusted her glasses and took out the registration form to fill out.

Different from the previous scene where there was an endless stream of visitors, at this moment there was no one else in this hall except Tom and her, and it looked extremely deserted. Outside the closed door, there were bursts of dull explosions one after another.

"Ma'am, I'm from England and here's my visa."

Tom took out his identification from the British Ministry of Magic and put it on the table.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. In another quarter of an hour, we will be under martial law. Let me see... Tom Riddle." The witch put down her pen, held her eyes and pulled it to her nose, and looked down. Looking at Tom's face, he said, "I remember you, sir, the last time you used the international Floo network here to return to London, it was because of the riots at the Dumbledore trial, didn't you?"

"Yes," Tom nodded, "you have a good memory."

"I have to say," the witch put the glasses back where they should be, picked up a quill and quickly wrote on the registration form, "We don't recommend that little wizards like you come to France at this time, And you wrote this sentence on the itinerary: from the Ministry of Magic to go directly to the hiding place by the fireplace - this application cannot be approved, and all traffic in the hiding place has been blocked, including Muggle transportation."

"Huh?" Tom frowned. "But I've really got some serious business to do in Paris."

"So I suggest you take the Floo network back to London first, and come back later when the situation has stabilized." The witch looked at the fireplace beside her and rolled her eyes, "Well, you Brits are very fast. The Floo gateway is gone, you can't go back."

"I'm not planning to go back either," said Tom, biting his lip.

"Is it really important?" asked the witch, putting down her pen, and pushing a newspaper in front of Tom. "Is it more important than fighting?"

"No, no." Tom nodded earnestly. "I've read the report, but I have a reason to go."

"The hiding place is dead, are you going to do business there?" The witch spread her hands, expressing her helplessness, and said, "Even if you find someone who does the smuggling business, you can't help you go there."

"I'm not going to the hiding place," Tom saw a glimmer of hope, put his hand on the table and explained, "I'm just going there for a transit, looking for a place to live for a few days, the place I'm going to is Paris, Ma Paris of melons."

"boom--"

The ceiling of the office hall shook violently, and the crystal chandelier above the witch's head shook violently. She covered her head with her hands, cast an armor spell on top of Tom's head, and asked nervously while leaning on the rickety table: "Paris where?"

"Paris Journal."

"Let me see... where is the map?" The witch crawled under the table, even though the crystal chandelier had already started to drop the crystals, she still searched leisurely, after a while, she crawled out from under the table, Pointing to a wooden door next to it, he said happily, "I found it. There is an amnestic office next to the Paris Daily News. You can enter through the fireplace in that office. Hurry up!"

"Oh, yes." Tom responded, carrying the suitcase and ran to the office she was pointing to, and asked back, "Did you—"

"I'm fine, you run, the Dark Lord is coming!" The witch held her wand nervously, as if recalling some spell, she looked at Tom, and said, "The Floo powder is in the jar above the fireplace, Remember to call 'Amnestics Office in Paris,' and don't get it wrong... By the way, do you have Muggle money?"

"I have!" Tom opened the door and trotted toward the fireplace. "Thank you, ma'am."

The door closed behind him. Tom lamented the enthusiasm of the witch. He wanted to help her through the difficult time, but at this moment, he only wanted to find Tom Riddle, who was missing in the newspaper, so he really didn't have the energy to go. Think about other things.

"I hope she doesn't think I'm a bad character..." Tom pouted, took the can of green powder from the fireplace, sprinkled it into the fireplace, and shouted, "The amnestic office is based in Paris!"

Then he straightened his collar and stepped in.

Opposite the fireplace is a messy shop. On the shelves in the shop are some odds and ends of daily necessities, towels, soaps, washbasins and so on. Most of them are dumped aside at the moment. It was hot, but there was no one in the store. The door was open, and it could be seen that the people in the store were walking in a hurry.

Tom looked around, found a tourist map of Paris on the shelf by the door, thought for a moment, returned to the fireplace, counted a few coins from his wallet, and put them in the on the fireplace, turned and left the shop.

"It should be dawn now...Paris is on the east side of London." Tom looked at the dim light on the street, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky.

After a while, he said:
"WTF?"

Over Paris, there are enough black veils to fill the entire sky. They hover over every street, intertwine with each other at street corners, and slowly spread to the top of the building. It is hard to tell if the flowing black veils are one by one or one by one. As a whole, I just felt that it covered the sky, like a black cold fire, and also like a mythical black dragon. Tom couldn't even imagine how the Muggles who went out in the morning would feel when they saw this scene-but he In fact, don't worry, they have already experienced such a spectacle more than ten years ago.

Holding the map, he was looking for the direction of the Paris daily newspaper, while paying attention to the surrounding situation. Although this street is not in the center of Paris, he is the only pedestrian on the street at this moment. Tom understands that the black veil in the sky is not only It is used to express Grindelwald's aesthetics, and it also has the ability to expel Muggles.

The newspaper office was still two blocks away from where Tom was. He walked carefully through the quiet and dark street, adhering to the principle of "no one offends me, I will not offend others", treating himself as an ordinary passerby, Ignoring the far and near explosions coming from my ears, I approached my target.

Tom noticed a black-robed wizard standing on the top of the tallest building on the opposite street, looking in his direction. He quickly dodged and hid in a side alley, using the skills he had honed in the orphanage all those years ago. His street skills disappeared from the vision of the black-robed wizard in an instant.

The wizard on the top of the building rubbed his eyes, and he found that something seemed to flash past his eyes just now.

"Am I blind?"

"No."

A tall figure appeared behind him, and the wizard immediately collapsed silently.

The assailant caught the unconscious wizard, gently put him on the ground, stretched out his hand and lifted the hood that covered his face, looked carefully, and hummed softly.

"Tsk," the assailant stood up straight and stretched her limbs. Even the large wizard robe could not cover her curvy figure. She poked her head out from the fence on the top of the tall building, revealing a free and dirty braid—this name The attacker was Jokunda, Professor Sykes' sister, whom Nelson had met once at school. She grabbed the bangs that were hanging down her forehead, and casually pulled them back behind her head. The wizard kicked hard on the buttocks, and said with disgust, "Why are you a little guy, I thought I caught the leader..."

A gust of cold wind blew, and Jokunda shrank his head and tightened his clothes.

"What smell, why is it familiar?" She wrinkled her nose, sniffed the smell in the air, turned her head and kicked the black-robed wizard lying on the ground, "What is this smell? Why don't you speak?"

The comatose wizard is unable to tell her the answer to the question...

"Little boy, what are you looking at?" She turned her head to the direction the black-robed wizard was looking at just now. There was a dark alley there. Jokunda looked at the flashing white light at the entrance of the alley and smiled narrowly. Laughing, she climbed onto the railing and jumped towards the alley opposite. In mid-air, she turned over like a synchronized dive, and suddenly shrunk in the middle of the fall, turning into a dexterous bird, flapping her wings, The speed flew to the alley where Tom was hiding.

"Little guy, I got you."

The moment the bird flew to the entrance of the alley, Jokunda stood on the ground, and she casually opened a trash can piled up by the wall, and asked with her head, "Are you surprised?!"

An empty trash can can't tell her the answer to this question...

"Okay...then you must be here!" She instantly appeared in front of a broken wooden box in the distance and kicked the wooden box away.

"Well... it seems that you are not here, so where are you?" Jokunda sniffed the surrounding smell again, "Oh, Merlin's socks... this place smells really bad! But I know the smell What is it—I've been looking for it for so long, but I didn't expect you to be here."

At the same time, Tom was standing under the building of the Paris Daily News wearing a simple invisibility cloak. This invisibility cloak was bought from Knockturn Alley, but it was only a semi-finished product-the fabric of the invisibility cloak. It was a complete hide of an invisible beast, but this invisible beast seemed to have been slaughtered at a young age. This invisibility cloak was only big enough to hold a young student, and its maker obviously had a hard time during the production process. I found a problem and did not continue to make it. This semi-finished product has been passed down in the hands of various wizards for a long time. Judging from the production date, its invisibility effect will expire in one year, so it finally arrived at Tom at a cheap price. hand.

"Why didn't the door open?" Tom patted his head. "Oh, I'm such an idiot... Muggles can't even go out, so how can they come to work? Unless they didn't come home last night, but it's not like what people can do.”

Fortunately, the mailing address left on the missing persons notice was that the luxurious hotel was not far from the newspaper office. Tom turned his head and looked around, but no one followed him. He hid in the shadow of the newspaper office building and changed into a black coat of a popular French style. , stuffed the suitcase into the schoolbag behind his back with a strange movement, and walked towards the hotel with the bag on his back.

……

Downstairs of the British Ministry of Magic building.

The black-robed wizards surrounding the building withdrew for a distance, leaving only Zweig and his special team standing at the door. One of his subordinates was holding a strangely shaped T-shaped iron ruler, and he didn't know what he was measuring.

Hector Foley, the British Minister for Magic, stood opposite Zweig, with a big smile on his face, about to come up to shake hands.

Zweig looked at Fuli's chrysanthemum-like face, and immediately remembered a "special delicacy" that Nelson once promoted in the restaurant under the black tower where Nelson lived-a large bowl of hot fat. In an instant, a greasy nausea rushed into his throat, Zweig bent down, and retched with a "vomit".

"Mr. Zweig, long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

The Minister of Welfare still walked towards Zweig with a bright smile, as if he didn't see Zweig making such a disrespectful gesture.

"Minister of Welfare." Zweig straightened up and greeted him coldly.

"I knew you were peace-loving, that's why you let the people under you back so far!" The Minister of Welfare took a step forward in relief, and wanted to pat Zweig on the shoulder, but he dodged it. The Minister of Welfare His hand froze in place, then fell down without a trace and slapped his thigh fiercely, "I knew it!"

"You misunderstood, Minister of Welfare." Zweig turned his head, not looking at Foley's face, and said, "They backed away, just wanting to make room for our next magic, I suggest you go back and evacuate the crowd now, we I just want to demolish your buildings, and I don't want to add unnecessary killings."

"Shut up!" A window on the third floor of the Ministry of Magic building opened, and a young man with a brown hair and a round face stuck his head out and stared at Zweig and cursed, "A mere criminal—"

"Shut up! Nobby, who do you think you are!" The Minister of Welfare turned around, pointed at the wizard and yelled, then turned his head and rubbed his hands and smiled at Zweig, "This kid is the clerk of the Department of Law Enforcement." , just like the old foolish headmaster of their school, unable to recognize the situation..."

Zweig ignored him, waved his hand back, and signaled his subordinates to start casting spells.

This team is the "professional team" that helped Lorian move. No wonder they have a unique temperament. This team may be mediocre in combat, but it is indeed the most professional in the wizarding world in terms of architecture.

The Minister of Welfare pushed towards Zweig slickly, but Zweig avoided him deftly, "Mr. Zweig, why don't you go back and discuss it with Lord Grindelwald, after all, it is only the old man Dippert's personal Behavior--"

"enough!"

The door of the Ministry of Magic opened from the inside, and the young Nobby Rich walked out with the help of Judge Shafik who was staggering. He confronted the black-robed wizards surrounding the building.

"Shafiq, you old bastard—"

"Shut up, Hector, it's disgusting to run into you as soon as I got back..." Judge Shafik waved his hand impatiently, and said, "More than two-thirds of the Ministry of Magic officials have launched a lawsuit against you. After impeachment, you are no longer a minister, go about your business."

"I--"

"Okay, needless to say, the impeachment was initiated by your father-in-law."

(End of this chapter)