My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 211 The Black Family

"what is this?"

Walking through a long corridor, Nelson noticed a place on the wall that was covered by a gray cloth. Under the gray cloth, there were evenly arranged lumps of protrusions, like shelves.

"You don't want to know," said Walburga, looking back with disgust.

"What? Is it disgusting?" Tom said with interest, "If it's some old painting that's more disgusting—"

"No, it's a fine tradition started by an old guy in our family," Walburga repeated. "Really, you really don't want to know."

"Kreacher knows," Kreacher said excitedly, following Walburga, who was almost submerged in her skirt, sticking his head out, "When every house-elf is too old to carry a plate, the last Old and noble Black will have their heads cut off and glued to this wall, and Kreacher will be glued on when he's old!"

"Hey, it's disgusting." Walburga said without looking back, "I won't do this, it's too disgusting, if you insist on sticking yourself, then behead yourself, I hope you After I cut off my head, I can hold it and stick it to the wall.”

"Oh, that's disgusting," Tom agreed, but he didn't really feel anything.

"I've said it all, you don't want to know." Walburga shrugged and turned around, "Don't think about it, I'll eat later... Nelson, why are you looking at me like this?"

Nelson just has a feeling of time and space confusion. He doesn't know what will happen to Walburga in the future to become a loyal supporter of this tradition. Maybe she has changed a long time ago. After all, having her own time and space is already a completely different world. story.

"It's nothing." Nelson shook his head and said with a smile, "Kreacher is right. Your earring is indeed not fastened. Feel it yourself. The one on the right is about to fall off."

When Nelson and his party arrived at the restaurant, the place had already been tidied up. A long wooden table was neatly covered with a long tablecloth in the center, and the four corners were pressed down with candlesticks, leaving the sides of the table for people to eat The upper and lower chairs are inlaid with the emblem of the Black family, while the other chairs on both sides are of the same standard, equally oppressive.

Several sets of Chinese-made enamel-colored porcelain tableware were placed in front of each chair at the same angle, with a large sheet of silk under it, and tin knives and forks on both sides. Behind each chair stood a A waiter whose face is hidden in the darkness——For wizard families who are accustomed to handing over their miscellaneous items to magic or house elves, it can be regarded as the highest etiquette to serve guests with a dedicated person.

Nelson looked around, this restaurant is not big, it is much smaller than the restaurant in Hogwarts, but it is not small, a few people around and the same number of waiters standing in the restaurant also looks empty .The furnishings in the restaurant are also very particular, from Napoleon-era knives and forks to good-looking tableware, from the floor that feels expensive when you step on it to the faint fragrance in the room, from gold candlesticks to crystal chandeliers and tops. Candles engraved with the royal logo, everything here is silently shouting four characters - I am rich!
Nelson said he did hear the shouting from the restaurant and was deaf from it.

With the support of an old man, Borlux walked out of the corridor not far away. He was walking like flying just now, holding a delicate gentleman's stick in his right hand, walking towards the dining room expressionlessly, with Merlin on his chest. The first-class medal flashed under the candlelight. He first saw Alphard, scanned him up and down, quickly moved his eyes away, and turned his eyes to Walburga again. Seeing the well-dressed daughter, he finally showed a satisfied smile, and finally his eyes glanced back and forth between Nelson and Tom, and finally fell on Nelson's face, Borroux nodded, walked to several people, stretched out his hand, and said: A "please" action:

"Come in, gentlemen."

Nelson gave him a deep look, regretting that he didn't take out his cane at this moment. Although it was in his pocket, it was too deliberate to take it out like this. His eyes turned to Tom, but he found that he also Looking at himself, it seems that the two of them are thinking about the same thing.

Gnar: Damn it, it was installed by him.

Tom: Miscalculated.

The two straightened their collars and walked into the restaurant first. Under the guidance of the waiter, they sat in the two seats below the main seat.

Soon, surrounded by a pair of sons and daughters, Borroux walked in holding his cane and holding his chest high. He first arranged for Alphard to sit next to Nelson, Walburga to sit next to Tom, and then Shi Shiran walked The first seat, sat down quietly, and lightly pressed the small bell at hand.

A few people only occupied less than half of the seats at the long table, and Tom's eyes drifted back unconsciously.

"I also have a young son. He is a little young. I was afraid that it would affect today's dinner, so I asked his mother to take him out to eat." Seeing Tom's eyes drifting to the chairs behind, Borroux He explained, "Of course, if you like children, you can ask him to come and play with you later."

"No," Tom nodded, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"How can you say I'm bothering you?" Borroux responded politely, without despising Tom at all because of his age or status, "You two are my two children's good friends in school, and you are also the best classmates , I have always wanted to find an opportunity to invite you out to get together and express my incompetent father's gratitude to you, and I finally got the opportunity today, it should be my honor."

"Mr. Black," Tom hadn't seen such a battle before, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only respond, "You said it, Walburga and Alphard also helped us a lot."

"Yes."

Nelson took over the conversation. From the very beginning, he observed in silence and found that the Black family was not as xenophobic, conceited, and ignorant as he imagined. Instead, they showed an education and vision that surpassed most people. He has always Wondering how such a family managed to decline like a rocket in less than 40 years, he nodded and said, "The two of them are also role models for us to learn from."

At this moment, Alphard was as quiet as a chick drenched in the rain, and the usually cheerful Walburga also put on a strange posture, which looked like she was wrapping her left hand around her right hand, He wrapped his right foot around his left foot again.

"haha."

Borroux let out a burst of hearty laughter, and quickly resolved the awkward atmosphere in the restaurant. He may not have thought that Nelson and Tom were not very nervous, but Walburga, who was most counted on, lost the chain at a critical moment. , he glanced at this flushed daughter who didn't know what she was thinking, coughed lightly, and guided the topic to the campus life she was familiar with. Under his infinite concern for campus life, the five of them were finally able to communicate unimpeded chatted.

During the chat, dishes were quickly served one after another, but no one moved their knives and forks until the butler came up with a bottle of pre-dinner rum and opened the cork with a "bang".

The table manners of wizards are very different from that of ordinary people in the UK. As an ethnicity that has developed restaurant magic to the extreme hundreds of years ago, they don't have to worry about the time of serving food at all. There is no need to worry about the coldness of the dishes, because each plate is attached with magic to maintain the state of the ingredients, so this process of serving wine after all the dishes are served can be regarded as "red tape".

"Mr. Wertling," Borlocks first filled a glass for Nelson, who was closest to him, and said with a smile, "If I'm right, your family should be from Northern Europe, right?"

"Oh?" Nelson raised his head and glanced at Borroux. "To be honest, I grew up in London and haven't met my parents, so I don't know much about it."

"Sorry," Borlux bowed slightly, "I've also heard of Wertling's name before."

"It's okay, Mr. Black," Nelson shrugged, and said, "Can you tell me about them? I haven't been able to find any relevant information about my origin."

"Of course I can't find any information about this at Hogwarts. The library of the school only records some British families. I'm good at heraldry," Borlux winked at his two children, signaling them Don't neglect Tom, walked up to Tom to pour wine for him, and said, "If I remember correctly, the Wertling family's crest should look like this."

He quickly poured five glasses of wine, first declared that "there is only one glass for minors", then enthusiastically pulled a napkin, dipped it in fruit wine and drew on it.

Soon, an emblem that Nelson had seen on Mergan in Newt's memory was slowly drawn by Borroux on a tissue. This seemed to be something he was really good at. As Borrox drew, he happily said:

"Coat of Arms, blue, truncated by a stream, with one eye, gold - as I remember it should be, the metallic color is gold and the primary color is blue." After painting the main body of the coat of arms, he left a blank scroll at the bottom , scratched his head in distress, and said, "I forgot what the motto on the scroll is, and I can't remember whether there are guardian beasts on both sides, and whether there are any other accessories. I'm really sorry."

When Borlux finished, he gently pushed the napkin in front of Nelson.

"The Wertning family is called the Wertning by the Stream, on the one hand because of the Norwegian root of their surname and the creek on the family crest, and on the other hand because of the peculiar Transfiguration and innate talent for Transfiguration," Borlux looked at Nelson with scrutiny, and said, "Alphad once told me about your achievements in Transfiguration. As a young man, what do you do? It is something that many old wizards can't do, and this is without the legendary Weltening's transformation magic, if you have the opportunity to go to Beauxbatons, you can inquire about it."

"I see," Nelson nodded thoughtfully. In fact, after seeing Newt's magically altered memory, he also found a place where no one was around to play as a dragon secretly, but the effect was not as good as Mergan. , on the contrary, it looks like a beginner playing nunchuck, "Thank you very much."

"I'm sorry I didn't finish painting Wertning's family crest." Borroux continued to apologize sincerely.

"You don't have to be like this," Nelson stared at the simple family crest on the napkin. The so-called stream is just a horizontal bar, which looks extremely simple, but he is sure that this is the main body of the Wertning family crest. It was a great help to me."

"Okay," Borroux shook his head, and said, "I can send someone to help you look for the rest in the Nordic heraldry, or... I think Lord Grindelwald should have information about this, I heard that there is a black stone tower in Nurmengard, which contains replicas of the collections of magic libraries all over the world."

Nelson tilted his head and noticed that two of the other three who were chatting enthusiastically had their ears pricked up, and only Walburga was immersed in it.

"When will I go back and look for it." Nelson nodded and asked playfully, "My lord? Have you seen Grindelwald himself?"

"Oh...Lord Grindelwald," Borlux's eyes immediately showed reverence. I don't know what happened, and it was only a few days since Nelson provided the contact information. This man who seemed to have at least self-judgment seemed to be in Like Grindelwald's Imperius Curse, he was already a little crazy, "I didn't see him in person, but he arranged a task for us."

"Mission?" Nelson was a little curious, and there were missions he didn't know about?Shouldn't the British mission be reported here?It turned out that he had been "emptied". Thinking of this, he asked, "Can you tell me?"

"Of course," Borlux gave Nelson a strange look, as if he was even more surprised by Nelson's ignorance, "The wizard who contacted us hoped that we could unite all the forces that can be united."

"Overthrow the Ministry of Magic?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"No, restart the Triwizard Tournament." Borroux glanced at Nelson again, feeling that he was getting more and more unable to keep up with the young man's thoughts.

"Oh, it turned out to be the Triwizard Tournament." Nelson nodded. "Using the event to promote the normalization of diplomatic relations is indeed a good choice."

"Indeed." Borroux agreed.

"I've always been curious, Mr. Black," Nelson suddenly leaned forward, lowered his voice, and asked earnestly, "No matter who is in power in your family, they are all the first-class nobles in England. Why did you take the risk to contact Grindelwald?" What? You know, he doesn't have much influence in Britain, and some people even say that Dumbledore can easily defeat him."

(End of this chapter)