My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 184 Clues to the Locket
"Hey! You guys, come here!"

Dorian turned his head, waving his arms like a grumpy old hen, and called a few men who were collecting evidence around. After arranging the work, he turned his head to look at Calactacus, waved his wand, and whispered: " Shut your ears and listen."

Dorian's ears suddenly became quiet, and then, he bent down, put his face close to Calactacus, and whispered, "Tell me more, those two people are powerful dark wizards that have never been seen before? What in the UK? When did such a character appear?"

"Don't you know how to read it yourself?" Calactacus shook his head with a wry smile, raised his chin to the black wizards everywhere, and said, "Or are you just pretending to be confused? Think about it carefully. Personally, you have defeated so many of us, can't you see what level they are?"

Karaktakus lowered his head and sneered. In his opinion, the reason why those two guys were able to knock him down was entirely due to the sneak attack and the fog that Karkaroff summoned. His allies did not have a weak hand. Among those dejected guys, there were many famous and powerful wizards. Before they even had time to cast their special spells, they drank their hatred under Chamberlain's sneak attack.

"A bunch of trash!" Calactacus cursed secretly through gritted teeth.

"Bock, what are you talking about?" Dorian asked.

"It's nothing." Of course Calactacus would not tell Dorian what he thought. He wished that the entire Ministry of Magic would think that those two people were as dangerous as Grindelwald. At least it would cause them a lot of trouble. Eyes, thinking about the details of the battle, soon, he felt that he had learned his lesson, those Slytherin magic cannot be learned, but Karkaroff's trap-like props are worth learning-as a master A magic shop owner who sells black magic props, these things are the last thing he lacks.

Caractacus secretly made up his mind that he must arrange sufficient organs when rebuilding the store in the future, lest his site become someone else's position. After a while, he raised his head and said to Dorian seriously, "I strongly recommend that you carry out investigations on that Two people are wanted, they are too dangerous, if they are allowed to move freely in the UK, law-abiding wizards like me will have trouble sleeping and eating."

"You? A law-abiding wizard?" Dorian sneered, "Don't think I don't know your details."

"Mr. Weasley, I respect you, noble blood flows in your veins, but this does not mean that you can slander me at will." Calactacus seemed to have figured something out, straightened his back, and said, "The grown-ups of the Wizengamot certainly think differently than you do."

"Even if there is no such thing, the contraband in your store is enough for you... Huh?" Dorian turned his head, and suddenly realized that it wasn't just the Bojinbok magic store that was razed to the ground, but the black people hidden in it. The magic item also exploded into dust. He was surprised to find that even though he was absolutely sure that all the bound people present were black wizards, there was no evidence to convict them. He poked his neck and said , "You just confessed your guilt to me, and these can be used as evidence."

"Mr. Weasley, I suggest you untie me now and take me to St. Mungo's. I seem to have heard that you are the one calling for Mr. McMillan? I know him very well. To tell you the truth, he Your nephew is over there now," Calactacus raised his head and smiled, "Here, he is being roughly treated by your subordinates, I think Mr. McMillan must not want to see this scene... As for the evidence you mentioned , Those two thugs were at the scene at the time, I was just being forced, and I couldn’t do anything.”

"Bock, everyone knows who you are!" Dorian didn't want to care about this mess at first, but the person who first reported the crime claimed that it was a magical disaster, and he didn't understand what it was until he arrived at the scene A "magic disaster", originally Dorian planned to handle it like his colleagues in the ministry, and ended it hastily, but Caractacus's attitude successfully angered him. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the old man by the collar and yelled Said, "I'll send you to Azkaban, I promise."

"This is not something you can just promise." Calactacus stood up with his bound hands on the ground, stood up with difficulty, and stood proudly on the spot, not looking at Dorian.

Reinforced wizards suddenly appeared on the street, and Dorian said unluckily. He has never resisted the arrival of his colleagues like today. Except for some small shrimps, most of the bound wizards are from the oldest and wealthiest masters. The most powerful pure-blood family, watched with confidence by these Ministry of Magic employees confiscating their wands, will not even need to be sent to Azkaban in a few days. In the temporary prison of the Wizengamot, they Maybe I have to go home with my family.

"You are still too young."

Looking at Dorian who hurriedly greeted his colleagues, Calactacus showed a gloomy smile.

……

"He said we were young."

Tom and Nelson, who had already arrived in Diagon Alley, were sitting on the window seats of the Sheldon Cold Drink Shop, each holding a bowl of shaved ice and eating it. In this kind of sweltering weather, eating shaved ice is the most enjoyable thing.Tom suddenly put down the spoon, raised his index finger, held his temples, and made a listening gesture. After a while, he raised his head and said to Nelson with a sneer on his face, "I just said that he should be taught a lesson directly."

"Can you hear what he's thinking?" Nelson froze for a moment before he understood what Tom was talking about. He asked, "Why does he think we are young? Is there something exposed?"

"What do you think? Gnar?" Tom pouted, put his hands down and said, "He has lived for hundreds of years. Is there anyone who is not younger than him?"

"Nicole Flamel?"

"Do we look like an old man whose joints are brittle and can hardly walk?" Tom rolled his eyes and continued eating shaved ice. "And there is only one Nicolas May, and we have two."

"He shared the elixir of life with many people, and I visited his former residence in France before."

"Former residence? Isn't he still alive?"

"I mean, I went downstairs to their house and walked around."

"He shared the elixir of life with many people? Do you think we can buy it?"

"Why do you think you can buy anything from a man who has a touch of gold? Is your money as big as a newspaper? When I went downstairs to look at their house, LeMay was not there, but a dog almost Bite me, as far as I know, that dog also took the elixir of life."

"Forget it, I don't eat what dogs have eaten." Tom curled his lips, and put his hands above his ears again, "Do you think this Calactacus is out of his mind? He is now planning how to put the two of us together." …to stigmatize the reputations of Karkaroff and Chamberlain, let’s not talk about Karkaroff’s reputation, and Chamberlain should be the most notorious person in Britain by now.”

"Look, isn't this interesting?"

"Interesting? They're going to be acquitted!"

"Isn't acquittal the traditional art of the Wizengamot?"

Nelson had finished eating the shaved ice in the bowl. He turned the small glass bowl, and a crystal ice flower slowly emerged from the bottom of the bowl. He smashed the ice flower with a spoon, poured some crushed fruit on top, stirred it with the spoon, and said: "We can wait and see what the little old man can do."

"Well, he's already thinking about how to torture you...huh? Wait?" Tom suddenly stopped, his whole body seemed to be frozen in place, and his eyes lost focus.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Nelson stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Tom. After a while, his eyes recovered, and he asked with concern, "What did you see?"

"I saw..." Tom unconsciously picked up the shaved ice and swallowed a spoonful of it. The sweet and cool freezing point before was tasteless at this moment. His mouth moved perfunctorily, and he swallowed the shaved ice in his mouth. Then, he put down Xiaowan pursed his lips, as if he saw something unspeakable.

"Kalactacus thinks you found the key to the Slytherin treasure from the Gaunt family's antiques," Tom swallowed, and whispered, "He thinks he has a good thing in his hand, one that is as good as he imagined." An antique that matches the location of the 'treasure key'."

"What is it?"

"Slytherin's locket..."

After saying this, Tom's eyes lost focus again, and seemed to be completely immersed in Calactacus' thoughts.

……

"Sir, please do me any favor...you can give me as much as you want!"

On a stormy night, Calactacus read a novel in the store with a lamp on.

"Clatter——" the door suddenly opened, and the sound of rain poured into the store in an instant, and even the temperature dropped a few degrees. Caractakus, who was disturbed, raised his head impatiently and looked at the door. Know what is not a long guy.

But he cheered up quickly. Generally, the guy who can come to his store in this bad weather must have something urgent to sell, and he probably has some good goods in his hand. He adjusted his expression and showed a With a smiling face that he thought he had an affinity, he pulled himself out of the recliner, rubbed his hands and greeted him at the door, "My guest, welcome to the shop."

The visitor was a little thin, and the dirty black robe looked empty on his body, like a banner. He took off his hood, revealing a face that was hard to be liked.

Calactacus looked again and again, only to find that the guest turned out to be a woman. The only part of her body that was not so thin was her belly. This was actually a pregnant witch!
"Sir, I... I'm here to sell things." The witch cautiously put her hand into her bosom, groped slowly, and then pulled out a silver chain. At the end of the chain was tied a simple octagonal locket. Each side of the locket was engraved with ancient runes. Calactacus could tell at a glance that the thing in her hand was a good one, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and showed some disgust.

"Ma'am, you came here in the rain just to show me this?"

"No... no, take a closer look. This... this thing is... from our family." The witch seemed to be a little slurred. Seeing Caractacus's attitude, she suddenly lost her footing. The two eyes looking in different directions were wide open, and they were clumsily promoting, "This is... this is a family heirloom of the Gaunt family, an antique handed down from the family... Let's take a look again!"

Her tone immediately changed from arguing to pleading, and when she heard the words "Gaunt family", Calactacus also carefully looked at the witch in front of him. After a while, he asked, "Are you Marvolo?" daughter?"

"Yes... yes." The witch's voice turned into tears, and the person who came to sell the antiques was Tom's mother, Merope Gaunt.

"Didn't he just sell a magic book some time ago? Why? The money ran out so quickly?"

Merope shook his head and didn't speak. He usually doesn't go out very much, and he hasn't heard the news of Merope's disappearance.

"Little girl, you look very embarrassed! You are still pregnant with a child." Calactacus tried his best to look amiable, he pretended to squeeze out two tears, and said, "I really want to help you, But it’s hard for me to bring you a street stall..."

"No... not really."

"Did Marvolo give you this?" Calactacus asked.

"Yes... I stole it."

Merope nodded timidly. The witch who could catch Old Tom and drug him for love seemed so helpless when facing the wizard.

"Hey, kid, listen to me," Calactacus sighed, counted out a few silver coins from the counter, stacked them on the table, and signaled Merope to take them away, "Go and buy something to eat, see Make you hungry... Also, don't you really think that your father, Marvolo Gunter, would really keep something valuable and genuine at home instead of stuffing it in his crotch?"

"Then what should I do?" The anxious Merope stopped stammering, and she asked, "Can you buy it? There are at least a few gemstones and gold on it, and I think it's worth some money!"

"I'm open for business, not... oh!" Calactacus hypocritically wiped his face with his sleeve, bent down again, and counted five Galleons from the counter, "Take it, and buy two. A thick dress."

Merope took a step forward and threw herself on the counter to protect the gold and silver coins. Seeing her like this, Calactacus shook his head with a smile, counted out five Galleons and pushed them to Merope like a soft-hearted old man. In front of him, he said, "I'll make up ten Galleons for you, take the money to eat something good, take a hot bath, and change into clean clothes."

As if he was afraid that Calactacus would repent, Merope threw the locket into his arms, grabbed the money, turned around and rushed into the rain, leaving Calactacus standing at the counter Then he showed a successful smile.

He walked slowly to the door, spit out forcefully, then locked the door, put the locket on the table, and studied it carefully.

……

"Hey, Tom."

Nelson's voice pulled Tom out of this illusory scene. Tom came to his senses, and without a word, he pulled Nelson's sleeve and left the cold drink shop.

"Go to the shop I bought, this Caractacus is really close to me." The recovered Tom's expression became rich again, and he said through gritted teeth, "I found something."

In the alley by the fireside, a slovenly man stood in the shadows with a dull expression, peering at the passers-by.

"I'm Borgin Bock."

He said suddenly without beginning or end, as if he had hiccupped suddenly, startling the tramp next to him.

(End of this chapter)