My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 156 I'm back!

"Name?"

Even in the quagmire of war, many government departments have not stopped. In the hall of the British Customs, a middle-aged lady with deep law lines is staring suspiciously at Nelson who is going through the customs formalities.

"Nelson Wertling Williams." Nelson took off his soft felt hat and held it in his arms, allowing the officer to examine his face.

"Occupation?" She carefully compared the photos with Nelson himself, nodded, took out a stamp and pressed it to the lower part of the top sheet of paper in front of her.

"I'm an intern reporter from Paris Daily." Nelson took out a piece of paper from her pocket and waved it in front of the eyes of the customs officer. It was recorded on the website, and he asked, "Has France already recruited such young journalists?"

"Ma'am, aren't eleven or twelve-year-old child laborers everywhere in British factories? Besides, it's a mess over there, it's a mess, and it's not easy to find people," Nelson explained, in order to prove the authenticity of his profession. , He took out a camera from the bag behind him, picked it up and made a pose for a photo with the customs officer, "After all, in this day and age, there are not many people who are still willing to be war reporters."

"That's true," the official nodded again, feeling affectionate and dazed again, "My daughter is also as old as you, and she is already working as a nurse in London."

"She is such a brave girl," Nelson admired sincerely, and then complimented: "Ma'am, you are also a great mother."

"It's all for Britain, isn't it?" The customs officer smiled with satisfaction and continued to ask, "How did you come back? It's not that easy to come from the mainland."

"Ma'am, we journalists have a certain network of relationships. After all, we have to leave a way out for this kind of work." Nelson raised his eyebrows and explained, "My guardian is a German. I have been proficient since I was a child." In addition, our family also has a certain relationship there...so I came back with this construction team."

"Oh! I understand!" Seeing that Nelson was about to fall into endless questioning, and the man in the suit behind him put his hands in his pockets, the customs officer suddenly realized, "Go home quickly! Your relatives and friends may have to wait Hurry up, but be careful."

"Thank you, ma'am." Nelson saluted with a smile, picked up the soft felt hat and put it on his head, turned around and walked out of the office hall with his camera in his hand, and several men in suits with serious faces followed him out.

"My lord, you don't need to talk too much with these Muggles," a man in a suit rushed forward and said as soon as he walked out the door, "Let these things be left to us, the people below."

"How can you think so? What are you going to do? Give her a Confusion Curse?" Nelson's eyes flashed a hint of disgust, but he quickly turned his head, looked at the much depressed street in front of him, and said, "Muggle's The brain can't take the damage of a spell, and she might become a fool for it."

"My lord, you are so merciful." Judging from the voice, the man in the suit was the blind saint on the boat.

"This is not kindness. You have to know that what a saint wants to do is not an unscrupulous fanatic." Nelson turned his face away, too lazy to look at him, and said to himself, "If you want others to accept the new order, you must first abide by it. The old order, do you understand? Mike, if everyone of you passes through the customs with a confusion spell, then when the saints establish their own customs, don't you have to equip each official with a defensive confusion spell? helmet?"

"You're right." The winking Mike was about to say something when another man in a suit stepped forward and lowered his head and said, "We can't trample on order at will. This is really a truth."

The second man in a suit was the winking saint on the boat. He turned his head and spoke to Mike, "Listen to what your lord says, don't be stubborn!"

"Hmph, Okafor is much smarter." Nelson curled his lips and didn't say much. If it weren't for Mike's most proficient architectural magic, Nelson even had the intention to transfer him to the Antarctic to study magic penguins.

He took two steps forward, breathed in the familiar smog of the British Empire, exhaled briskly, and said silently in his heart: "I'm back!"

A group of men in suits surrounded Nelson in an arc. This group of strange guys attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Are you going to overhaul?" Nelson turned his head and asked happily, "Then you go!"

"My lord, we have to follow you, Master Zweig has ordered us to protect your safety."

Okafor kicked Mike with his heel. He lowered his head and walked up with a face full of reluctance. After three years of getting along, he deeply realized the moodiness of this young man who likes to find fault. Seeing that Nelson's mood seems to be Well, no one wants to come up against the bad news - after all, the previous team was twice the size of the current team, and those colleagues who investigated the magic penguins in Antarctica were their lessons learned.

"You guys? Protect me?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you busy repairing buildings? I saw you unloading toilets on the pier before."

"My lord, those British officials dare not let us do such an important link," Okafor explained, "We are just going to settle the final payment, and they are going to do the transfer and protective magic of the building themselves."

"Then let's count the final payment." Nelson curled his lips, looking at a group of men in suits with a strong underworld temperament behind him with disgust, "A group of people like you are following me, I'm afraid I will be attacked every half an hour. "

After finishing speaking, he raised his arm, waved at the "professional team", and disappeared in the next second.

"Uh..." Okafor waved his hands standing there, looked at the empty ground in front of him, and shook his head helplessly. Thanks to their arc-shaped surround, no passerby noticed Nelson's disappearance, only an owl stood He twisted his neck on the pillar on the roof of the customs building, but his eyes were always on the group of people under his feet.

"Okay, okay, go to the British Ministry of Magic," Mike waved his hands irritably, "Do you think you can find him? Let's go to Lord Zweig."

……

Nelson randomly found a secluded path, took out his wand and held it in front of him, while covering his mouth and nose with a hand, the sulfur-smelling haze always made him feel like he was being buried in volcanic ash.

It only took a few seconds for a three-storey purple bus to suddenly appear in front of him. Nelson rubbed his eyes. He thought the Knight Bus had a new paint job, but it turned out that a layer of Thick gray.

Compared with the last trip, the Knight bus is a bit older. There is a crack on the front end of the car that runs across the left headlight, and it is wrapped with a huge piece of gauze. Nelson doesn't understand why the car needs to be repaired with gauze. Could it be that the light will be infected? ?He shrugged and stepped into the open car door.

"To Hangleton."

After getting on the bus, Nelson looked around casually, and found that the young conductor was gone, only the driver's hoarse voice came from the front: "Just put the money in the coin box, and there is a board next to it with the price written on it. ticket."

"Where's Ern? The wizard who was the conductor before, Ern Pullan?" Nelson took out a Galleon from his pocket and threw it into the cash box. "Bring me another cup of hot cocoa and a hot towel." , I got out of the car to wipe my face."

"There is no conductor in this car. If you want anything, go to the restaurant on the second floor to pick it up. Yes, just leave the money there." The driver's voice was hoarse and tired. He turned around, looked at Nelson at the door, and asked, "What do you find me for?"

Nelson looked intently at the driver at the front of the car, and found that the one sitting in the cab was the previous conductor. He was wearing a pair of glasses taped up, his beard and hair hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and he was wearing a dirty suit. Dragon leather jacket, eyelids drooping, unable to see the anger before.

"Oh? Are you really a driver?" Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes," Ern lowered his head slightly, staring at Nelson from above his glasses, his brows stretched out after a while, "Is that you? The gentleman who 'predicted' me to be a driver?"

"That's right," Nelson nodded, "Is the prediction accurate?"

"Very accurate," Ern shook his head with a wry smile, "I wish your predictions were not so accurate."

"What's the matter? Where's the previous driver?" Nelson asked curiously as he put one foot up the stairs.

"I was hit by those lunatics in Nurmengard and retired." Ern snorted, turned his head, and seemed not to want to continue this topic, his hoarse voice came from the front, "Sir, you Hurry up and find a place to sit, I'm driving in a hurry, so be careful."

Nelson nodded, walked up to the third floor, found a seat in the penultimate row by the window and sat down, looking out of the window at the scenery with a gray filter, lost in thought.

"What happened?"

Ern is indeed a new driver, and he seems to be unskilled with the steering wheel. The Knight bus rammed the street and once drove onto the sidewalk. He always dodges just right, making the driving safe and sound, but this kind of violent braking, violent accelerator and violent steering made Nelson sitting in the car feel sick. After a while, he entered the drowsy Dreamland.

"Hangleton, Hangleton is here."

I don’t know how long it took before Ern’s hoarse voice sounded in the carriage. Nelson woke up from his dream, feeling parched. He rubbed his eyes, took out a water glass from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and drank “ton, ton, ton”. water.

He walked downstairs with his weak feet, and waited while sitting on the saddle beside the car door. Seeing a wizard who wrapped himself up tightly waiting to get off the car, Nelson nodded and called After saying hello, he just stayed where he was and looked out the window without saying a word.

After experiencing a sudden brake that was enough to throw him 30 meters away without grabbing the handrail, the car door slowly opened in front of Nelson, and there was a dusty path outside the door. I stomped my numb feet on the road and looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar village in front of me.

"Come to Hangleton to find someone?"

The wizard who was waiting to get off the car with him jumped off after him, the car door closed, the engine roared, the ejection started and disappeared in place, stirring up even bigger smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Ahem," Nelson covered his nose, coughed and disappeared, and replied standing outside the dust, "Yes, do you live here?"

"Yes, I live here." The visitor came out from the smoke and dust, and opened his high collar, revealing a young and long face. Nelson silently compared the lengths of himself and Senior Newt in his heart, standing five meters Looking at him from afar.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Nelson greeted.

"You're very proficient at apparating!" the wizard raised his eyebrows, and said with some familiarity, "You came here to find someone? The wizards here are all scumbags."

"Don't you live here too?" Nelson asked rhetorically.

"Hahaha!" The warlock smiled, waited until the smoke cleared, walked onto the dirt road, and walked towards Hangleton, "Of course I'm a scumbag, and there's no one who lives here who isn't a scumbag! Although I went out, I never denied that I came from a dirty place."

"You don't look like a scumbag." Nelson said, and after the wizard took a few steps forward, he stepped onto the embankment and walked in the same direction.

"Of course not, because I haven't been back for a long time." The wizard shrugged and asked, "Great Hangleton or Little Hangleton?"

"Little Hangleton."

"Oh? Are you looking for the Riddle family over there?" The wizard turned his head and asked in surprise, "I heard that there was a witch in their family a few years ago."

"Can't I go find a Muggle?" Nelson asked impatiently, "For example, I'm just a Muggle, and I came to talk to a Muggle for business."

"There's no Muggle who can apparate." The wizard didn't seem to hear the sense of distance in Nelson's tone, but said cheerfully, "Will you go back together later? That way the Knight Bus won't have to make another trip." .”

Nelson stood at a fork in the road. The one was clean and spacious, and the other was potholed. He walked towards the clean avenue, shrugged, "Let's talk about it when we meet."

"Okay," the wizard nodded, and walked in the direction of Great Hangleton.

When the wizard disappeared into the woods around the corner, Nelson raised his head and looked at the luxurious manor on the hill in the distance. He compared it silently in his heart and walked towards the manor.

On the telephone pole at the entrance of the village, most of the missing persons notice was torn off, and the rest was also blackened with ink. Nelson breathed out, straightened his neckline and cuffs, and brushed a feather from his shoulder. He stared at the The feathers whirled and fell slowly, narrowed their eyes, and looked at the hill opposite Riddle's house.

(End of this chapter)