My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 31 The Snake Catcher Says ([-])

"hiss--"

"It stinks."

Nelson and Tom stood before the huge pit created by the battle of the two giant snakes, leaning forward and peering in.The deep pit is connected to the sewers that extend in all directions underground in London. There is a foul-smelling sewage flowing in the drainage channel of the underground fortifications, and there are some splashes on the walls on both sides.

"Looks like he swam away from here," Tom said gruffly, covering his mouth and nose with his hands.

"Do you want to chase?" Nelson took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it to his face. After thinking about it, he took out another piece of paper, tapped it with his wand, and handed Tom a white cotton mask.

"Thank you," Tom hurriedly took the mask and put it on his face, "It stinks..."

"Actually, it's not impossible to chase down, but I don't think it's necessary." Nelson took two steps back and left the edge of the pit, "It's all in the stinky water, don't chase after the poor... I think we now have a the most important question."

"what?"

"What should I do with this pit?"

The two looked silently at the ground that seemed to have been plowed by mortars after the battle, and the big pit in front of them that was difficult to jump over even if they were running.

"Nar."

"Ok?"

"I remember that the Ministry of Magic has a department called the Division of Magical Accidents and Disasters? Should this kind of thing be within their jurisdiction?"

"Yes, they are mainly responsible for dealing with major accidents and disasters caused by magic. Usually, the magic accident removal team will arrive at the scene of the accident within an hour after the accident."

"I understand."

Tom leaned down, scrutinized the deep pit under his feet, and reached out and waved to the side. A long snake with red and black patterns crawled along Nelson's feet and onto his hand, ignoring that he was so frightened that he jumped and almost fell. Nelson went to the pit, Tom held the snake's head to his mouth and muttered a few words in Parseltongue, then threw it aside, and after a while, snakes, big and small, crawled out of the darkness on both sides of the street, one after another, "Put pu tong. "The ground, like a dumpling, jumped into the stinky ditch.

"What did you say to it?" Nelson asked curiously, maintaining an independent posture of a golden rooster to avoid the sticky, slippery long creatures under his feet, "Let them perform diving? You see that grass snake entering the water. There wasn't even a splash, and if I were the referee, I'd give it a [-]."

"We can't let that guy go, even if it jumps into a stinky ditch." Tom stood up, patted Nelson's shoulder, and held him, who was so terrified that he almost fell, and said, "Magic accident ruled out. Will the team fix the road?"

"Yes, they are good at it. This kind of small scene only takes a second for one person."

"Then why did they send a group?" Tom and Nelson strode out to the street in unison, like two people going out for a walk in the middle of the night.

"I don't know, but if you go so slowly, they might send another team of Aurors over."

"Come on!" Tom bent over to fasten his shoelaces and trotted after him.

Turning the corner, the two of them slowed down and walked slowly in circles towards home. Just after they turned two blocks, a few figures in black robes appeared out of thin air on the street where the battle had just started. , the staff from the Division of Magical Accidents and Disasters has arrived.

……

"A person? Is that snake a person?" Nelson was a little confused. He sat on an overturned mailbox 300 meters away from his home and looked up at Tom walking around. "It can't be a person."

"Yes! He really is a man, he told me that!"

"Wouldn't the snake lie to you for sympathy? If I were a Jew, I would now get up and shout in German thirty times a day 'I am a noble and pure Aryan, long live the great Germany!' - it clearly It's just a snake." Nelson stared into Tom's eyes, feeling that the child was being fooled, "It may be a smarter snake, but think about it, its fighting style and its food are the same as ordinary snakes! Think about it. your turtledove."

"It's a spotted owl..." Tom retorted weakly. "It used to be a man, but now it's a snake."

"Is he an Animagus, an Animagus who failed to transform? So he can't change back?" Nelson would recall the case he had read in the book. Transfiguration is an extremely sophisticated magic, as long as A little mistake can lead to unimaginable and unacceptable consequences. In fact, in every book related to Transfiguration, the content of Chapter 1 is not an introduction or summary. Rather, it's a bloody case of failed metamorphosis -- a warning to those who are sloppy when reading.

The damage caused by Transfiguration mistakes is also among the best in all spells, and even mentioned in myths and legends, including but not limited to all kinds of tauren, kobold and other poor people who have changed in half, if there is no With the help of a great wizard with high attainments in Transfiguration, they can only be sent to St. Mungo's Magical Trauma Hospital for treatment, and St. Mungo's treatment for patients who have made a mistake in Transfiguration is often the simplest and rude-lifting Go to bed and feed some delicious food every day, and then pray that the patient's mana is not profound, and the transformation cannot achieve the effect of permanent shape...

"No, it shouldn't." Tom was about to speak when Nelson refuted his own words, "If it's Transfiguration, he should keep the habits of humans, it shouldn't really be like a snake, this snake is obviously from the inside. Besides, it looks like a snake from body to soul."

"Gnar, it's not necessarily Transfiguration..."

"What would that be?" Nelson pondered with a serious expression, "although I still insist that it is a snake, I have to say that your subject has aroused my curiosity - I think it will help me deepen my understanding of Transfiguration. My understanding, if I can do a better transformation, Minerva won’t ridicule me with such high intensity after school starts…”

"Okay." Tom shrugged helplessly. "Are you going to go back and look up the books?"

"No, let's go to that pit." Nelson stood up from the postbox, and a letter with yellowed and crisp paper slipped out of the deformed postbox with peeling green paint, "We said on the way."

"Sorry." He picked up the letter again, looked at the address and postmark on it. "It's outrageous, sent from World War I to World War II." Then he shoved it into the intact mailbox across the street.

"What? Are you crazy?" Tom's face was full of disbelief. "I heard that some criminals will go to the crime scene and review it again after the crime in order to find psychological satisfaction..."

"What are you thinking?" Nelson gave him a roll. "I'm not you. I'm going to fight with my wand. I even flipped through the Ministry of Magic's white paper this afternoon."

Tom: "Do you still have this kind of book?"

"It will be issued by the Ministry of Magic, and it's on the bar of the Leaky Cauldron at the entrance of Diagon Alley. You can use it freely." Nelson walked back to the mailbox where he was sitting, and continued, "If there is a magical disaster or a magical secondary disaster, They have the right to know the situation from the registered wizards living around, and the local wizards also have the obligation to cooperate. I don't think there is a third wizard in the west city besides us... Maybe next year Christian is, but they will definitely come to us to understand the situation of."

"so……"

"So we might as well take the initiative and ask them about the situation, so we don't have to go to a defense attorney to fight a case for us in Wizengamore." Nelson shook his finger and reached out to Tom, "Give me that wand of yours. ."

Tom handed him the wand with a look of realization, and Nelson took it and shoved it, along with his fir wand, into the broken mailbox beneath his feet.

"Don't worry." Seeing Tom's worried look, Nelson put his hand into the collar of the trench coat and took out another wand from his inner pocket - his own wand, black walnut, dragon's heartstrings, ten Four inches, slender and straight.

"No, didn't you bring your own wand?" Nelson looked at the ghostly Tom with a surprised look on his face, "Didn't you give me a wand and let me bring two spares?"

Tom shook his head, with the expression on his face that he had just met the man in front of him, and said, "I always thought you were a decent gentleman, Gnar."

"Isn't it?" Nelson shrugged and pointed to Nicklaus' house not far away. "Tom's wand is flying!"

"Pa-" This is the sound of glass breaking.

"I just got rid of the bad habit of opening windows randomly..."

……

"Sir, here are two young people who say they are residents nearby!" On the street where snakes were caught, a thin black man in a wizard's robe reported to a fat man with a red nose in a suit standing in the middle of the road, pointing his finger at In the direction where Nelson and Tom were standing on the street, the two looked curiously at the wizards of the accident elimination team who were casting spells in the middle of the road.

"Oh, cough, cough..." The fat man was a little bald at an early age. The brown hair above his right ear was stubbornly combed to the left, covering the Mediterranean Sea above his head like the emperor's new clothes, learning how to dress like Muggles. It's gotta look like it, but it's rare for a Muggle to wear a summer suit jacket over a silk shirt on a cold day--maybe that's why he can't stop coughing. "Call them here."

"Are you students at Hogwarts?" Looking at the immature faces of the two in front of him, the fat man recalled his school days when he still had hair. "Do you live near here?"

"Yes, sir," Tom replied tactfully, pointing back, "my name is Tom Riddle, his name is Nelson Williams, and we're first-year Slytherin students living in law over there. American Street, 189, Nicklaus' house."

"Alright, alright, needless to say such details..." The fat man shuddered and called for a subordinate to strip off the wizard's robe from his body.

"What's the matter, sir?" Nelson stared at the busy wizards in the middle of the road with concern, and asked curiously, "We were playing wizard chess and suddenly heard a movement here. What happened? Is it serious?"

(End of this chapter)