My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 325 Containment and Travel

"Oh my god! Oh no, Merlin's... er, a scarf."

Looking at the headline of the newspaper below the newspaper, Tom said in shock, "Gnar, did you know? The Leaky Cauldron was bombed!"

"What?" Nelson stopped making the bedding. He raised his head and looked at Tom. "Are you talking about the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley?"

"Of course, is there a second Leaky Cauldron pub in the UK?" Tom carried the stack of newspapers back to the dormitory, without brushing off the dust, quickly placed them on the bedmate's bed in chronological order, and turned his head He said to Nelson who was approaching, "Hey, look, some parading wizards savagely rushed into the Auror team guarding the Leaky Cauldron. The battle caused half the bar to be blown up to the sky, and even blocked the magic of Muggles. It was all broken."

"Tsk tsk," Nelson smacked his lips, and said, "I didn't expect it. I thought Grindelwald was invincible in terms of terrorist attacks, but I didn't expect someone to be braver than him. The report said which side people?"

"A reporter from the Daily Prophet who witnessed the whole process from the assembly to the conflict, according to his description, seemed to be just a group of restless wizards who got together and finally attacked the Aurors."

"This time the "Daily Prophet" report is really right, but this kind of statement is impossible," Nelson shook his head, emphatically, "absolutely impossible, I don't think a group of stragglers are brave enough to attack Aurors, even if they There are many times as many people as Aurors, but these people are often self-righteous and self-interested, and they don't want to put themselves in danger."

"Who knows?" Tom shrugged. "Fortunately, there were no Muggle casualties. A few people broke into Diagon Alley because of the unexpected explosion and the sudden appearance of the bar, but the Aurors who followed up with reinforcements rushed to them Saved them before they were harmed by the marchers, and wiped their memories."

"Tsk tsk."

"Nobby Rich is condemning again." Tom shook his head. "I used to think that he was also a talent, but now I can see clearly that he is still a character like Grandma Chamberlain... eh? A wanted criminal? Sure enough Professor Sykes is wanted, but Chamberlain and Karkaroff? These two are suspected of being involved in planning and instigating this riot? Are they all right?"

"It's hard to say." Nelson shrugged. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if they suddenly wanted Merlin."

……

London.

At King's Cross Station, a young girl with a high ponytail walked off the platform, looking at the station that was dilapidated by the bombing, with mixed feelings in her heart, dragging a suitcase that was almost bigger than herself, and another Carrying a faded but well-maintained tailoring tool bag in one hand, she has not returned to her hometown for many years, and she is unfamiliar with everything here, half at a loss like a traveler who got off the wrong station.

Martha walked out of the station by feeling, and the moment her little leather boots set foot on the London pavement, the familiar feeling came back to her, not because of the sweet air or the rebounding and tactile pavement, but because of the familiarity The waifs surrounded him.

"Beautiful and kind lady, please do me a favor!"

The leading boy took off the broken hat on his head. The hat was so torn that the material and even the style could not be seen. He trotted to stand in front of Martha, bowed deeply like a Japanese, and held the hat behind his back. He raised his hands above his head, repeating the begging line, "All right... All right..."

The children who were lying around him in the garbage dump also surrounded him, and it only took a second to surround Martha in all directions. Martha stood there blankly, the same as when she was picked up by Mrs. Cole Compared with when they went back, these begging teenagers were undoubtedly organized and experienced.

"Sorry, I just got back from abroad and I don't have pounds..."

Martha rummaged in her pocket for a long time, only to find a stack of green dollars, and these currencies were of no use to the waif.

Hearing this, the leading boy lowered his head in disappointment. He put his hat back on his head, drooped his shoulders, and walked back to the garbage heap where he was before.

"Beautiful lady, I wish you enjoy every day in London."

He blesses Martha sullenly, beckoning his siblings off the sidewalk.

"Thank... thank you," Martha said to his back. "Can you tell me where the currency exchange is? I will live in London, and I may come to bring you something to eat in the future."

"You can see a Bank of England when you go south," the boy said weakly, lying back on an old mattress beside the rubbish dump, "I suggest you go back wherever you came from and stay in this crappy place may starve to death."

"Thank you." Martha noted down the recognizable faces among the group of homeless children. "I grew up in London, of course I want to come back here."

Not long after leaving the train station, Martha found that she had lost her direction, and the surrounding scenery was so similar and consistent—broken bricks and tiles were randomly piled up on the side of the road, and some dangerously shaped sheds stood where there should have been tall buildings. She walked through the hostile eyes and asked with great difficulty the location of the currency exchange office.

There was a long queue at the door of the currency exchange office, which was in stark contrast to the sparsely populated house exchange next door. However, most of the citizens who lined up came to exchange foreign currency. Very few people exchange banknotes for sterling.

Standing at the end of the line, she was a little bored, so she bent down and picked up a newspaper on the side of the road, reading it with gusto. I have to say that Muggle newspapers are at least 500 years ahead of wizards, and the corners are filled with Advertisements for various wealth management products and insurance, even though the smell of gunpowder in the city has not dissipated, the capitalists have stretched out their "hardworking" hands.

"Did you just come to London?"

When Martha was puzzled by the outrageous news that Congress had impeached a prime minister who had just won a war, a soft female voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw a well-dressed lady holding an umbrella , holding a small bag studded with pearls, stood in front of her with a smile, opened her bright red lips, and asked in a low voice, "Honey, are you planning to stay in London permanently?"

"Ah?" Martha had a good impression of the woman for no reason. She nodded and said, "How do you know?"

"Honey," the woman took a step forward familiarly, took her arms, put the umbrella on the buckle of Martha's suitcase, pulled up Martha's suitcase with her free hand, and left the line without saying a word , "You are wearing clothes that you might not be able to see if you squatted on the street for ten hours, and you haven't brought an umbrella. You must have come from abroad."

"Ma'am," Martha said, trying to free her arm, but it was as immovable as steel, "I just got in line."

"It's for pounds, I know," the woman smiled, "I have a more cost-effective and convenient way. There are more than 30 people in front of you. According to their work efficiency, you have to wait here for at least two hours. But unfortunately, they got off work in an hour and a half."

Martha followed the woman to a street cafe in a daze, and when she came to her senses, she found that all the banknotes she had brought were in the hands of the opposite woman, while her own pockets were full of money. A thick stack of pounds, and some change.

"Honey, I'll give you the umbrella," the woman blinked. There was an empty cup in front of her, but the coffee in front of Martha didn't take a sip. This made Martha wonder if she had done something wrong. It was a dream, but the heavy feeling in her pocket dispelled the idea. She picked up the cold coffee in front of her and heard the woman on the other side say, "You are coming to England, and I am just about to go to America. We each take what we need, Very convenient, isn't it?"

"But the money you gave me is much more than mine," Martha took out the banknotes from her pocket, and nodded casually, "Ma'am, I don't have that much money."

"It's all the same to me," the woman shook her head. "Anyway, the cash is useless to me. I think a little girl who comes to a strange city must need some material support, isn't it dear?"

"but--"

"I suggest you deposit the money in the bank by this time tomorrow." The woman blinked and stood up, "It's lucky that I can meet such a lovely girl as you on my last day in England, but we may Will never meet again."

"Thank you, ma'am..." Martha looked at the woman's back in a daze, and suddenly remembered that she was lost, and asked before the woman left, "Do you know which direction the West City Orphanage is? Or just tell me how to get to Xicheng District."

"Huh?" The woman turned her head and stared at Martha's face with a playful expression on her face. After half a minute, she seemed to have discovered something. When I got to my seat, I snapped my fingers and said, "Two more glasses, and two more of your desserts today, thank you."

Martha looked at the woman who sat back across from her again, and watched her take out another stack of pounds from her lap.

"Ma'am, you—"

"Honey, at your age, you are looking for the Xicheng orphanage again," the woman smiled and handed the money to Martha, and said, "You can keep the money, remember to deposit the money in the bank earlier."

"Do you know where it is? I used to live there, but now, the city has changed too much," Martha asked the waiter who brought hot coffee and small cakes, but did not take the woman's money, "Can you tell me?"

"Of course, when you go out, turn right and walk along the street. When you see a church, turn left and walk for 5 minutes...but I'm curious." Know someone named Nelson Williams or Tom Riddle?"

"You know them?" Martha became excited. "We used to live there."

"Oh, I'm their acquaintance," the woman shook Martha's excitedly raised hand, "My surname is Sykes, and I owe them the money, so I'll leave it to you."

Martha stared at the money on the table and fell into the memory. When she broke free from the memory, the seat opposite was empty, and only the two banknotes pressed under the empty cup proved that someone had been here before. .

Martha picked up her suitcase and chased her out with her tool bag. There was no one on the street, only garbage and dust rolling in the wind. The gloomy weather above her head made her lose her direction again, but she followed Professor Sykes' words to Walking to the right, there are fewer ruins along the way, and the scenery becomes more and more familiar.

The newspaper she brought to the cafe in her hand was forgotten on the seat of the cafe, and was picked up by the waiter who came to clean it up, glanced at it, and threw it into the trash can.

A report titled "Multiple Citizens Disappeared Around Charing Cross Road, Westminster City" was drowned in the information of the explosion. In this year, it is quite normal for people to go missing. People go missing every day. Some people even died. For the citizens of the City of London, this kind of news can no longer interest them.

In his office in the new Ministry of Magic building, Nobby Rich had a long-written notice in front of him. He gritted his teeth, looked at Judge Shafik's assistant, and waited for the Aurors to send Melissa Sykes After being arrested and brought to justice, the "truth" was revealed to the public, and he had already begun to fantasize in his heart that after he made great achievements, the wizards begged him for a good vision of re-election.

Shafiq's clerk shook his head. Over the past few years, he has personally watched this young man full of drive, under the corruption of the dignitaries, step by step from the son of tomorrow that Judge Shafiq expected to become a rich man comparable to his predecessor. Recently, Even Judge Shafiq himself didn't come to Nobby much anymore, but he was still so ecstatic under the admiration of those officials that he wasn't even aware that he had been given up.

"My lord, Diagon Alley needs reinforcements!" There was an urgent knock on the door, "The Aurors have injured more than 40 people. If there is no more reinforcements, I am afraid that the casualties will really be out of control!"

"Shut them all up in Azkaban!" Nobby Rich slapped the table vigorously and roared angrily.

"But they hurt—"

"Better to die in Azkaban!"

"Well, but Minister, instead of ambushing the Aurors in the International Affairs Department and the railway station—"

"What do you know!" Nobby Rich yelled and interrupted the Auror outside the door, "Sikes will definitely leave the Floo Network, this is her plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain! You are all trying to persuade me to give up, Sha Fick is, and so is Dumbledore, do you even want to persuade me now! Wait for me... wait for me to catch her, and you will know who is the wisest person!"

"Okay..." The voice outside the door weakened.

……

Meanwhile, in the Port of London, Professor Sykes is leaning on the railing of a cruise ship, chatting with the young bosun.

"What? Your name is Jack too? How many Jacks are there on your ship?"

"Ma'am, my former boss was also named Jack."

"Anyone named Jack is a good man," Professor Sykes raised his glass to the bosun along with the sound of offshore sirens, "For example, you are willing to let a poor woman who missed the boat go on board first and then make up for the fare...but someone will give you a ticket." Have you said that? The name of this ship is not a good name for a vehicle."

"It has been said that the ex-captain often spoke of him, and he was an impressive passenger," said Bosun Jack, "but we sailors are used to the waves, don't be afraid, ma'am, except for the previous war During that time, the Icarus has never stopped traveling, and it is almost impossible to break down, but you lady, why don't you go to the United States by going to the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Hehe," Professor Sykes covered his mouth with a smile, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the sea, "It's just to make people unexpected, this is the charm of travel, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)