My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 132 The Son and the Father

"is it here?"

Under the hotel building, Tom, who was pacing back and forth by an inconspicuous wooden door, carefully took out a newspaper clipping from his close-fitting pocket. This newspaper clipping was much thinner than normal newspapers, and there were two deep cross-shaped folds on it. It was divided into four pieces by scratches, and the corners were also frayed. It can be seen that the owner of the newspaper clipping often took it out to read.

This building occupies a prime location close to the Paris Opera House, just two blocks away from the Paris Daily News. Close to the street is a row of bright floor-to-ceiling windows. The first floor of the hotel is a high-end restaurant that only serves French cuisine. The waiters walked among the customers holding their plates. The strange thing was that the restaurant was full of seats even though it was a weekday morning.

Tom clutched the newspaper clipping tightly. Even though he had read the content countless times, Tom opened it again and carefully checked the address on it.

"Is it upstairs?"

His heart was beating violently. Tom hadn't felt this kind of tension for a long time. He put his right hand on his chest, breathed in the not-so-fresh air in Paris in the early morning, calmed down his nervousness, and looked down at himself Dressed appropriately, he bent down and took out a handkerchief to polish his leather shoes, fiddled with his bow tie, straightened his coat collar, and brushed his hair against the French windows of the restaurant before striding towards the door.

He walked to the door and gently pushed open the door of the restaurant. Before he tried hard, the waiter standing waiting at the door had already opened the door for him.

"Good morning, sir." The waiter bowed and saluted.

Tom nodded, and a waiter who had been standing in the store hanging on the phone for a long time came to him. The French translation package Tom bought in the hidden place last time was not expired, so he picked up the newspaper clipping and asked, "I want to find this Sir, can you take me there?"

"Okay, sir." The waiter glanced at the address, nodded, took Tom to the glass door on the side of the hotel, and explained, "You are going to the hotel upstairs, sorry, because of this The building is too old, and the main entrance of the hotel is a bit inconspicuous, and it is difficult for first-time guests to find the entrance... I will take you to the hotel lobby, and the waiter there will receive you later."

"Okay, thank you." Tom took off his hat, followed the waiter through the glass door, and walked into the hotel lobby. When he saw the location, he recalled a little, and then remembered where the hotel's gate was, and it was he who passed by several times The small wooden door, he took out a piece of francs with a small face value, and thanked, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

The waiter took the tip with a smile on his face, led him to the sofa in the lobby, let him sit down first, and trotted to the front desk to call someone.

Tom played with the ashtray on the table boredly, and looked at the inconspicuous but magnificent lobby inside. He saw a huge oil painting on the wall behind the front desk, even if it was a fake, it was worth a lot of money.

A potbellied Muggle businessman hurried out of the hotel lobby. He was looking at his watch while holding a stack of documents and muttering non-stop. It seemed that he had urgent business to deal with, but when he walked to the door, he was about to When he opened the door and went out, he showed a dazed expression, scratched his head and said, "Ah... I forgot that my slippers in the hotel room were not neatly arranged, I'd better go back and fix them..."

After finishing speaking, he rolled the document into a roll, stuffed it into his pocket casually, and walked back to the stairs with a blank face.

"The Muggle Repelling Curse?" Tom put the ashtray back on the table. He also knew something about this magic, and thought solemnly at this moment, "If Paris is cast with the Muggle Repelling Curse, then it should have become an empty city Well... it looks like they only cast the spell on the street, how finely manipulated is that?"

Taking advantage of no one around, Tom sneakily opened the zipper of the backpack, pulled out the box inside and put it beside him, then stuffed the backpack back into the box. Relaxed, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking around while waiting for someone to be called by the waiter.

He observed the street scene in Paris through the glass door on the side and the glass curtain wall outside the hotel. Above the Eiffel Tower, the tallest landmark in the city, a black veil enveloped the entire spire like a heavy black mist. The Muggles seemed to have seen nothing, they should eat and drink, and they didn't think about going out at all.

"Sir?" Just as Tom was wandering, a crisp voice rang in his ears. Tom blinked, turned around, and saw a round-faced girl in business attire standing beside him.

"How do you do, sir, I hear you are looking for Mr. Tom Riddle?"

"That's right," Tom raised his head, revealing the face that is almost a household name in Paris, and said softly, "I am Tom Riddle looking for that..."

He struggled for a while, then said in a smaller voice, "Gellert Grindelwald."

"Ah!" The girl opened her mouth into an O shape in shock, then hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and began to digest the news in a daze.

"What the hell?" Tom looked at her performance and was shocked. "Am I so famous?"

"Mr. Grindelwald!" the girl regained her composure and said loudly, "I'll take you there right away. Could you please sign me?"

"okay--"

As soon as Tom stood up, his words were interrupted by the manager behind the counter. A tall, thin man in a purple suit shouted, "Doorman, do your own thing!"

"Okay! Mr. Gustav!" The girl hurriedly turned to the manager, bowed ninety degrees, and replied nervously, "I'll take this gentleman up right away!"

The manager didn't speak any more, and went back to the counter to do his own business.

"I mean, give me a room first, I may have to live in Paris for a few days." Tom asked the girl to call a waiter, handed him a wad of money, and handed the suitcase to the waiter , said, "Help me put the suitcase in the room, just leave the key in the lobby, I'll come down to pick it up later... er, a standard room is fine."

After giving orders to the waiter, the girl led Tom upstairs along the gorgeous spiral staircase behind the lobby. She asked curiously, "Mr. Grindelwald, do you have any new works when you come to Paris this time?"

The more Tom walked up, the nervousness that had calmed down at the entrance of the hotel resurfaced again. Seeing the girl in front of him, he was thinking of talking to the girl in front of him, but he didn't expect her to speak first, so he replied casually, "Maybe , still considering."

Tom was no longer afraid of boiling water for matters related to this stage name. He shrugged, changed the subject to a lighter topic, and asked, "Has your manager always been this grumpy?"

The girl ignored him, which made Tom feel even more embarrassed.

She walked in front for a while, only to realize that Tom was talking to herself, she turned her head and replied, "No, sir, Mr. Gustav is a very gentle person, but he has encountered some troubles recently."

"What's bothering you?" Tom didn't even know what he was talking about, he just asked unconsciously, the panic in his heart intensified as he got closer to the top floor.

"Mr. Gustav's elder brother has become a manager in a prestigious hotel, which makes him a little discouraged," the girl said, waving her hands while clenching her fists, "but Mr. Gustav is not bad either." , although his brother's hotel is good, but the place is not as prosperous as Paris..."

"That's really great..." Tom couldn't hear what the girl was saying, the two of them were not on the same channel at all, and his thinking had diverged to what he would say when we met later.

"How do you do, Mr. Riddle? No, it's too stiff."

"Coincidentally, my name is Tom Riddle too?" Tom shook his head. "No, that sounds like something Alphard or Jonas would say."

"I'm the Gellert Grindelwald you're looking for?" Tom covered his face, "Will I be killed by the saints when I walk out of the hotel? Surely?"

"Maybe you are my father?" He stretched out his hands and patted his cheeks, which was also rejected.

"Mr. Grindelwald?" The girl noticed that Tom had been dancing and talking to himself, thinking it was an artist's eccentricity, but when Tom's condition seemed to be more serious, she couldn't help it, and pointed to the door of the suite in front of her. Dark wooden door, opened the mouth and asked, "What's wrong with you? We're here"

"It's nothing." Tom came back to his senses, pulled his thoughts back from the universe, and said seriously, "Thank you for bringing me up."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." The girl waved her hand and refused, "Sir, I am an intern doorman, so I cannot accept tips."

"Not letting the doorman take tips is why your manager is not as good as his brother," Tom asked him, handing him the money, standing at the door, ready to chat with the girl for a while, "I've always been curious, why you can do Doorman, if I remember correctly, all doormen should be men."

"That's because I—"

Just as the girl was about to explain, the dark wooden door opened from the inside, and a tall old man with a white beard came out carrying a kettle. He lowered his head, glanced at the two people standing by the door, and walked towards the corridor. Go to the deep water room.

"That's because I went through the back door," the girl whispered, blushing, "but I will prove that women can do these public jobs too, instead of being Mrs. So-and-so at home!"

"Uh... I believe you, come on," to be honest, Tom thought the girl was already unqualified as a doorman, and she said too many things she shouldn't have said to customers-but out of politeness, he still encouraged Said, "I fully support your cause. Does your hotel have any service scoring table? I will give you five points in a while."

"Yes, sir," replied the girl, "but out of ten..."

Tom felt as if something was stuck in his throat, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when the old man who had come out with the pot earlier stepped back along his steps, stood still in front of Tom, with a hair-raising look Staring at Tom's face, he even reached out to poke Tom's face.

"Stop it." Tom blocked his restless paw, frowning and asked, "What do you want?"

The old man looked left and right, saw the girl behind Tom, and gave her a wink, telling her to leave quickly. At this time, the girl had the qualities of a doorman, and disappeared into the corridor without making a sound.

The old man trembled with his empty hands, and asked tentatively, "Are you here to find the master?"

"Who?" Tom hated those riddlers who couldn't understand what he said, especially when he was staring at him.

"Master Riddle, Tom Riddle." The old man said the name in front of Tom as if he had exhausted all his strength. He widened his eyes and scanned Tom's face carefully, as if he wanted to find something. .

"Yes, can you stop staring at me?" Tom suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, looked straight into the old man's eyes, and asked with open hands, "Is there any problem? I heard he was looking for that report Gellert Grindelwald, so I'm here, what's up?"

"It's nothing...it's nothing." The old man's pale face covered with age spots showed a pathological flush, and the water bottle in his hand, which looked valuable at first glance, was thrown to the ground with a "clang", and he wiped his hands on his body awkwardly , holding Tom's hand before he could retract it, he held it very hard, as if he was afraid that Tom would run away, and repeated over and over again, "It's so similar... so similar, really too similar! "

"Like what?" Tom took some effort to withdraw his hand from the old man's hand. He held the hat with one hand and put the other behind his back, and took another step back.

"I'm sorry, sir... sir, I'm Master Riddle's housekeeper." Realizing his gaffe, the old man bowed to apologize, bent down to open the door for Tom, and said, "You'll understand when you go in. Warm up in the living room."

Tom nodded, this is also the purpose of his coming here, he took a deep breath, walked towards the suite, and even made a slight circle from the side when passing the butler.

Through a long corridor covered with rich carpets, Tom saw the whole drawing room, and the butler came in after Tom.

What came into view was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The thick velvet curtains were opened, but the gauze curtains were still closed. The morning sun filled the room with warm orange light, and there was a looming black gauze floating outside the window. Tom looked to both sides. One day, a fireplace built into the wall was burning ragingly, and the wood was crackling and exploding, and the whole reception room was filled with a scent of pine.

A leather sofa was placed not far from the fireplace, and a person sat on it, only the gray hair on the top of his head was exposed, and a young manservant stood quietly aside.

Opposite this one stood an identical sofa, and Tom walked over to it without a word, while the footman remained where he was like a statue.

Tom sat on the sofa, put his right leg on his left knee, tilted his head, and saw that the face of the man on the opposite sofa looked even older than the housekeeper, and the burning fire could not dye his pale face with a trace of red , he was dozing on the sofa in the same position as Tom.

As Tom was observing the man, he suddenly opened his eyes, and their eyes met by the fire.

(End of this chapter)