My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 174 Your Honor, Times Have Changed

"This is Nelson Williams, one of the best students at Hogwarts."

At dawn the next day, Nelson came to Professor Slughorn's office early and waited for him.

Early in the morning, he was called to the lounge by Walburga, and he was played around like a marionette. Walburga's formation can be called "dressed up", only the ornaments on his body Just let him weigh ten catties out of thin air. It is said that the person who came today is some kind of big shot. He came to Hogwarts to discuss important matters with the professors. He came here to watch him just incidentally.

"Harry Potter was still wearing jeans when he first met the Minister of Magic..."

Nelson rubbed his eyes, yawned and muttered, a sentence was interrupted three or four times by yawns.

"What did you say? By the way, where's Tom?"

Walb called his younger brother who was also yawning, and put a black belt dotted with emeralds on Nelson's waist. The two of them pulled both ends of the belt together, and Nelson felt that he had been stepped on by an elephant, as if he had been cut in half. generally.

"It's nothing, he's still sleeping..." Nelson shook his head, picked up the brand new school uniform robe that Tom left him, put it on his body, stretched his arms into the sleeves, and felt the stabs around his stomach Feeling the pain, Nelson loosened the belt with the hand hidden under the robe, and said while pretending to button it, "I just think that after you do so many things, you still have to be covered by the school uniform robe in the end."

After being glared at by Walburga, Nelson changed his wording: "I mean, I'm not going to marry the Minister of Magic, some of you are not worthy of high-class people like you."

Walburga nodded in satisfaction.

"Did you just talk about Potter?" Walburga said, "Of course they can dress casually. In the second half of last year, the Potter family donated a large sum of Galleons to the Ministry of Magic! I have to say to the bald British It's a huge profit for people to sell shampoo! I don't know which Potter you saw? Let alone dressed casually, if he wants to sit on the lap of the Minister of Magic and smoke, the Minister may have to think about it."

"It's nice to have money."

Nelson smacked his lips, lifted his chin, and let Walburga tie a bow tie so green that he panicked.

"Just being rich doesn't help," said Walburga, carefully tightening her tie, and Nelson's neck ached. She patted Nelson's face and began to play with his hair. "Our family is rich, too. But the minister didn't like it, saying that our family's money is 'dead money', I don't understand, is the real gold and silver fake money conjured by leprechauns?"

"Maybe this is the minister."

"Maybe this is the minister." Walburga repeated, she let go of Nelson, grabbed his shoulders and looked around, nodded with satisfaction, then let go of Nelson, and held up a mirror and placed it in front of Nelson.

"It's not bad," Nelson looked at himself in the mirror, and twisted his neck in satisfaction. Although his neck still had the feeling of being locked by a husky, he still looked handsome, but Nelson still didn't understand what was under those robes What is the meaning of accessories? He admired the handsome boy in the mirror and said, "Wolburga, I didn't expect you to have such a hand."

"I still have more hands," Walburga raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and pressed down a bunch of bristling hair on Nelson's head without leaving any traces, and said, "My Charms is the most advanced in my class. Alright! I've modified a sticking charm to make it permanent."

"Does that mean you stick something to the wall and never take it off?"

"That's right, even Merlin can't take it down."

"It's amazing, Morgana should ask you about this magic so she can glue herself to Merlin's back."

"I plan to draw a few portraits in the future. When I die, I will use this magic to stick them on the wall. One will be pasted on the door of our house, and the other will be pasted on the door of Slytherin," Walburga imagined becoming famous with his fingers In the later scene, Nelson twisted that lock of hair on his fingers, and showed a perverted smile, "Presumably the little guy in the future wants to exchange magic with an excellent witch like me."

Nelson shrank his neck and thought of this horrible scene: a cranky white-haired old lady glared at everyone who entered her home and yelled at everyone, and her son spent half of his daily money. She tried to cover her with curtains.

"They will." Nelson nodded, as long as she didn't scold herself.

"Okay!" Walburga finally got the lock of hair on the top of Nelson's head in order. She clapped her hands in satisfaction, appreciating her result, nodded and said, "It's so handsome! I bet you that if there is no If someone hands you a love letter, I will pay for the rest of your life."

"It's not necessary..."

"It's said that staying with good-looking people is easy to influence and make him more handsome. Why is Alphard still so repulsive?" She looked at her younger brother now, how he didn't like it.

"I think Alphard looks good..."

"Then go and live with him! Take him away from Black's house!" Walburga glanced in the direction of the girls' dormitory, rolled his eyes, and said, "The child has your surname, oh no, he has your surname." Any last name is fine."

"Isn't this too fast? I haven't met my uncle or aunt yet," a Slytherin girl came down the stairs with a slice of bread in her mouth, greeted Walburga, and teased, "Wolburga Buga, congratulations, you have harmed all the Slytherins, yet there are still people willing to believe in you."

"The scourge?" Walburga snorted coldly, and turned Nelson, who hadn't figured out the situation, "Look—"

"Sorry, I think Professor Slughorn may not be able to wait."

Nelson broke free, opened the door and ran, not even having breakfast, which is why he arrived at the office even before Professor Slughorn himself.

"Nelson, it's really early." Professor Slughorn was stunned when he saw Nelson, but he quickly reacted, stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, and introduced him to the two accompanying wizards, " You two, it can be seen that after I told Nelson last night that you were going to visit, he attached great importance to it, and an outstanding young wizard like him will definitely cherish the opportunity to learn and ask for advice from a long-established wizard."

"Oh?" The old man among the two wizards seemed to be full of interest in Nelson. He stepped forward, stared at Nelson, glanced around, nodded, seemed very satisfied with his decent clothes, and asked softly to, "Looking forward to the opportunity to learn from me? Williams, do you know who I am?"

Nelson raised his head and observed the old wizard who jumped out. He had short and tough silver hair, and his facial features were a bit harsh on his thin cheeks. He was wearing a gleaming silver wizard robe, and he had nothing but a Merlin First Class Medal. With a little decoration, Nelson recognized who he was, although it was a little different from the first time he saw him.

Professor Slughorn buckled his back, a little speechless, he didn't know who was coming today, how could Nelson know, and was about to take a step forward to smooth things over, but Nelson behind him moved, he Seems to know the old wizard.

Professor Slughorn turned around and saw Nelson, who bowed his head, perform a standard wizard salute, and said in a deep voice, "It's an honor to meet you, Judge Shafik."

"You actually know me?" Judge Shafik looked a little happy. He shook hands with Nelson cheerfully and said, "I thought young people nowadays only know Dumbledore, or some Quidditch stars, singers What."

"I met you at the conference where Professor Dumbledore was publicly tried. You were the presiding judge at that time." Nelson said truthfully.

"Oh? The public trial of Albus?" Judge Shafik seemed to be recalled, and said to himself, "It's a pity that time... Albus was not convicted, otherwise the effect would be much better."

Professor Slughorn coughed violently, and Judge Shafik finally came to his senses, realizing that it was not a good idea to discuss such a topic on the grounds of Hogwarts, he smiled at Slughorn, Shut up.

"Let's go, you two, and Nelson," Professor Slughorn opened the office door, and greeted them to change places, "Let's go to the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, and I cleaned up a field on the lawn at their junction , you can take any test you want."

"Haha, Horace, there's no need." The young wizard followed Slughorn out of the office and followed his footsteps. "This is the Patronus Charm, not some dangerous high-risk spell."

Nelson and Judge Shafik stayed in the office. Shafik gave Nelson a deep look. Nelson, who hadn't looked at him, turned his head and looked at Shafik as if he had sensed the sight. After a while, he made a " Please" gesture.

Judge Shafiq nodded and walked out behind the young man. Nelson closed the door and hung behind to approach the Forbidden Forest.

The students passing by were full of curiosity about this strange combination, but seeing Slughorn with a serious face in new clothes, no one dared to stop Nelson to ask what was going on.

Walking out of the castle, the closer you get to the Black Lake, the fewer students you can see, but Judge Shafik's interest in Nelson becomes stronger, and he starts to chat with Nelson casually.

"Williams, did you really unleash a complete Patronus?" He glanced at the two people who were shoulder-to-shoulder in front of him, and then waved back to Nelson, letting him get closer.

"Isn't that what you came to me for, Judge Shafik," Nelson replied, "and if so, what reward will the Wizengamot offer?"

"Reward?" Judge Shafik asked suddenly with a serious face, "Don't you know that using such a high-risk spell without permission is a serious violation of the secrecy law?"

"I don't know, Your Honor," Nelson asked in a low voice, following Judge Shafik, "Will the Wizengamot's subpoena be sent directly to Hogwarts? Whether the Judgment Day can be chosen on the weekend, I don't really want to influence study."

"..."

Judge Shafik couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Nelson was just a nerd who was dumbfounded by his studies. It made him happy for nothing. Judge Shafik's thinking even began to diverge—what Nelson was thinking when he cast the Patronus Charm was Not your own perfect test paper?

He cleared his throat and said, "As for your situation, we will discuss it later. We must not tolerate wizards who violate the secrecy law."

"Thank you," Nelson agreed, nodding his head, "You are right, especially the wizard who manages the dementors in the Ministry of Magic, who sent this dangerous creature to Hogsmoor without restraint." De, if I hadn't just happened to be there, it's really hard to imagine what kind of attack the express train would encounter..."

While talking, Nelson shook his head regretfully, "Other than me, the only passengers on that train were old, weak, women and children. Even if I wasn't in Hogsmeade at the time, I might have chosen to stand by because I was afraid of the secrecy law. Just imagine what the consequences of that would be."

"You said...uh, huh?" Judge Shafik discovered the blind spot, and the kid behind him clearly understood the secrecy law, but he had been acting strangely here since just now.

"Could it be?..."

Judge Shafik's heart skipped a beat, he shook his head quickly, calmed down, cleared his throat again, and continued, "Given your record of defeating dementors alone and your age, the Wizengamot Will agree to give you some rewards to encourage students to learn advanced magic."

"There is no need for a reward, Your Honor, just send me the compensation."

Nelson shook his head, politely declining.

"compensation?"

"I received a white paper on the "Regulations on Emergency Management of Fantastic Beast Hazards" at the Leaky Cauldron. The regulations give British wizards the right to conduct unlimited defense when they are harmed by magical animals, and in the case of magical animal disasters, they are officially hired When a magical animal is injured, the victim has the right to claim compensation... Justice Shafiq, the Ministry of Magic has a lot of money to pay."

Judge Shafik cleared his throat again. Today, there seemed to be a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat that couldn't be cleared. As the justice of the Wizengamot, he even forgot about this white paper. Strong discrimination, the entire Ministry of Magic currently does not have a single employee other than humans, and even the cleaning work is handed over to some squibs, and even the house elves refuse to hire one.

Unexpectedly, this young regulation was brought out here today.

Judge Shafik cleared his throat again, and the foreign body sensation in his mouth became more and more intense. He felt that there was always something weird about this yin and yang boy in front of him, but he was relieved after all, maybe his character is like this.

"Let's go, Williams." He waited for Nelson for a few steps, and led him to a flat grassland between the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest. Professor Slughorn and the judge who was walking with Judge Shafik young people standing together, a cube covered with a black cloth is placed beside them.

Nelson felt trembling in his heart. He knew that his dean had always been wild, but there shouldn't be a living dementor under the black cloth, right?

(End of this chapter)