My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 145 Magical Congress of the United States
"Can you believe it? I had a duel with Grindelwald just now." On the streets of New York, Nelson thought over and over again and decided to tell Newt what happened just now. Subdued."

"You're amazing," Newt laughed, rubbed Nelson's hair vigorously, and asked, "Did Grindelwald run into Jacob's shop when I was out just now?"

"That's right," Nelson nodded earnestly, "You go out with your front foot, and he comes with your back foot."

"Is he going to eat bread?" Newt asked seriously, "It's over, the Dark Lord won't take a fancy to Jacob's baking skills, and he's going to take him back to Nurmengard to make bread for himself, right? ?”

"Yes, he thinks that Mr. Jacob's biscuits are very good," Nelson continued to nod. "He also ordered some lemon-flavored biscuits and plans to pick them up in the store in the afternoon."

"Then I have to notify the United States Department of Magic immediately, lay an ambush in front of Jacob's shop, and arrest Grindelwald as soon as he arrives," Newt nodded seriously, and suddenly laughed uncontrollably. , Stretched out two hands to rub Nelson's hair vigorously, and smiled appreciatively, "Your joke is very good, young people should smile more, and don't frown every day."

"No, I'm serious." Nelson had expected this result a long time ago, and he spread his hands helplessly and said, "Really, Queenie passing by the door was sent by him to lure you away. Apparated into the shop."

"Is that so?" Newt asked thoughtfully, and immediately resumed his smiling face and said, "Your ability to make up stories is much better than the reporters of the "Daily Prophet". To tell such a great story, this joke is the funniest I've heard this year."

"Uh……"

"But your logic on two points is not very strict, probably because you don't usually like to make jokes," Newt thought for a while, and gave a serious suggestion, "First, why did Grindelwald go to Jacob's Bread? What about the shop? A busy man like him has to go for something. I think the most valuable thing in the shop is you, but you are unscathed. My box may have some value, but I just glanced at it. It wasn't even opened, he couldn't have gone there for Jacob, could he?"

"Well," Nelson asked, shrugging, "what if he came here just to duel me?"

"To put it bluntly, although your Transfiguration is great, the only magic spells you can use to engage the enemy are the Iron Armor Curse and the Disarming Curse. Let alone whether you can fight him or not, the key is why he wants to fight you How about a fight? Just to get rid of you quickly and let him find his confidence?" Newt's hand never stopped on Nelson's head, and he seemed to feel that this kind of hair was very comfortable to rub, "But I think you are really good , if you are the same age as Grindelwald, or even 20 years younger than him, it is still unknown who will die, but these are not important, do you know where the biggest loophole of your statement is?"

"Where is it?" Nelson humbly asked for advice, and he even began to wonder if what happened just now was an illusion caused by too much boredom.

"Lemon, Nelson, you know, no human being with normal taste buds would eat a lemon-flavored biscuit," Newt said seriously, "I've eaten at that restaurant downstairs many times, and the flavor is at least popular. Flavor, I think that although Grindelwald is not very normal in all aspects, his taste buds should be normal. To be honest, I only have food like lemon-flavored ice cream, lemon-flavored soda, and lemon-flavored cake in Deng I've seen it in Bullido's menu, but today I added a new one, which is lemon-flavored biscuits."

"Does Professor Dumbledore like lemons?" Nelson frowned, his gums ached, and he saw a robust woman in a white coat and a mask with a disc on her head, grinning at him with a buzzing electric drill. Walking forward, shaking his head to get rid of this horrible scene, he continued, "Perhaps powerful wizards like to eat lemons, right? You can study whether this fruit like lemons has the effect of increasing magic power."

"Okay, I understand," Newt said with an "I understand" expression, "It seems that I am not strong enough, mainly because I don't like lemons."

"Then you can go back and eat more," Nelson said thoughtfully, "you can ask Grindelwald to give you some in the afternoon when he picks up the goods from Mr. Jacob's shop."

"Okay, I'll write to Grindelwald later." Newt nodded, pointing to a tall building in front of him and said, "Look, that building is the seat of the U.S. Ministry of Magic, of course, their The official name is the Magical Congress of America, but it performs the same functions as the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh?" Nelson looked at the castle-like towering building in front of him. This is a neo-Gothic building that narrows to the height and is divided into three floors. It is more than 200 meters high. Compared with the surrounding buildings that are also row upon row The towering buildings also stand out from the crowd, and the green spires are extremely eye-catching in the sun. Nelson sighed, "Have the wizards in the United States been able to openly build such a magnificent building? What is the ordinary camouflage of this building used for?" ?”

"Not at all," Newt corrected, "this building is just an ordinary skyscraper, at least in the eyes of Muggles - the spells set in the building will only work if you cast the right spell after entering the door." It will transfer visiting wizards to the space used by wizards, look, there, do you see the arch on the front? The stone owl at the top is the symbol of the Magical Congress of America."

"I see," Nelson nodded, "I've always felt that the building of the British Ministry of Magic is a bit awkward. A building of that size doesn't look like there is any work from the outside, and even a group of guys in strange clothes come in and out every moment. , they themselves are violating secrecy laws on a high level."

"That's right," Newt asked Nelson with a strange look, "Don't you know? The building of the British Ministry of Magic disappeared at the end of last year. It is said that it was moved by the dark wizards of Nurmengard."

"No one told me," Nelson was shocked, "and Tom didn't tell me, and I didn't see any news about it in the Daily Prophet, not a single punctuation mark."

"Just read that newspaper for fun, you don't even have to believe the punctuation marks, since the day they first published, not telling the truth has formed a cultural tradition passed down from generation to generation," Newt looked instead A little gloating, "I don't know too well, I haven't been to the British Ministry of Magic for a long time, you know, they don't like me a bit."

"Maybe you can get a part-time job in the Ministry of Magic in the future, the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts or something." Nelson sincerely blessed.

"That would be awesome... By the way, have you been to the US Ministry of Magic before?" Newt asked. "I don't really want to go in. If you have been, we can skip the entrance tour."

"I have been," Nelson nodded. "When I first came to America, King Norton II took me to his office, and I went to Ilvermorny through the fireplace there."

"That's good, I know Norton II, too." Newt continued to explain with a sigh of relief, "The Magic Congress of America was established relatively late, and at the end of the last century, Bigfoot caused quite a commotion here, so they It was decided to move the headquarters from Washington to New York, so some wizards infiltrated the building's construction team, helped them build the skyscraper, and increased the height based on the Muggle design, making it the world's tallest building that year. A tall building."

"Elevated it?" Nelson wondered, "Do American wizards like big scenes so much?"

"I just know this part," Newt shrugged. "When I came to the United States 20 years ago, alcohol was banned in this place, so many wizards had to drink in the Magic Congress. The building was full of drunk guys. There was a man Wu was the builder back then, and he pulled me and talked a lot.”

"what?"

"The owner of this building is a shopkeeper? It seems to be a Muggle grocery store. I don't know. He named the Woolworth Building after himself. The original plan was more than 600 feet, but it was later replaced by wizards Inspired by it, the storey height was increased to nearly eight hundred feet."

"This building must have been a shock back then."

"To be honest, it is still shocking today. I have been here many times, and every time I am amazed that Muggles can build such a magnificent building. I think it will be an amazing building even after 100 years. There are endless buildings," Newt looked up and said with a smile, "Of course, no matter how tall it is, it is not as shocking as the building of the British Ministry of Magic disappearing out of thin air."

"By the way, since the building of the British Ministry of Magic is gone, don't they violate the secrecy law again?" Nelson asked curiously, "After all, in London, it is not a trivial matter for a building to disappear out of thin air."

"Fortunately, the British Ministry of Magic has always had close ties with Muggles," Newt explained, "For example, the previous Muggle Prime Ministers will be informed of the existence of wizards, and the Ministry of Magic will also provide Muggles with convenience and permission. Some help, for example, my brother participated in a Muggle world war, and some wizard families even have titles in the Muggle society. In fact, the magic world in Europe is like this. After so many years of stable development, it has long been inextricably linked with the Muggles living on the same land."

"There seems to be such a thing." Nelson continued to ask, "Is the United States different?"

"Of course it's different, you can tell from the name," Newt explained, "The British Ministry of Magic is called the Ministry of Magic, which sounds like an administrative department, while the American one is called the Magic Congress, and their Muggle government It seems to be called Congress, but it doesn’t mean who is big or small.”

"why?"

"Who knows? You need to read it in the history of magic. I really don't know much about it," Newt shrugged. "I only know that the relationship between Muggles and wizards in the United States has always been bad. There is a wizard The Speaker of Parliament even has a swallow-tailed dog that attacks Muggles when he sees them, and I heard that there are wizards and Muggles who cooperate to hunt and kill wizards, just like our medieval witch hunts."

"Is it useful?" The two had already walked downstairs of the Woolworth Building. The tall building cast a huge shadow, which made passers-by on that section of the street feel a chill. Nelson raised his head and stared at the owl statue on the upper floor of the building. , asked suspiciously, "Muggles hunting wizards sounds absurd."

"So Muggles can only catch Muggles. I remember hearing about a case of examining wizards. It seems to be because of an abnormal epidemic or something..." Newt recalled, sucking his teeth and saying, "They ended up hanging Quite a few innocent Muggles, and I've never heard of a single Squib being caught."

"It's really hard for Muggles to hurt wizards."

"That's right, but they have wizards to help them, and I don't know what those wizards are up to, so you have to be careful here—at least there are still witch hunters active in this country," Newt suggested. I remember that you are very interested in the history of magic, so you must not miss the history of magic in this country, it is too special and wonderful."

"Okay." Nelson made a silent note, followed Newt out of the shadow of the building, and asked, "By the way, is that woman at the bakery's door Queenie?"

"I don't know, I didn't see her face in the end, she seemed to be leading me away as you said," Newt bit his lower lip, shook his head, and said affirmatively, "But I I think she is Queenie, no one has her unique temperament, and if it wasn't for her, why would she turn around and run away when she sees me?"

"If I were a lady, walking alone on a relatively remote street at noon, and seeing a man rushing towards me, I would also run away." Nelson joked, expressing curiosity about the past, "Whenever I'm free, I'll go to Nurmengard and ask for help, but it won't work in a short time—I heard that Principal Dippet is still surrounding Nurmengard with people. They didn't even open it. But why did she leave with Grindelwald back then?"

"It may have something to do with her," Newt said with a sad expression, "Did you know that some wizards are born with extraordinary abilities?"

"I know, Transfiguration Magus, Parseltongue or something."

"Yes, she's a natural Legilimency, but she can't control—"

"Passive skills?" Nelson muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

"Well, a natural Legilimency will hear the voices of those around her all the time, which makes her mind extremely weak, so she is more likely to be bewitched by Grindelwald." After finishing speaking, Newt asked, staring at Nelson , "I'm curious, why did you go with Grindelwald in the first place?"

"I--"

Nelson was about to make some excuses when a female voice suddenly came from behind: "Newt Scamander? Very good, are you surrendering yourself?"

(End of this chapter)