My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 337 Penguin's Balloon

"Don't you know me?"

"Even if you are a popular figure, everyone is equal before the law." It seemed that the leading witch said with her neck stuck, she looked like a righteous person who stood by her beliefs, but her continuous swallowing movements still exposed her She said sternly, "I am Alan Wordsworth, Department of Legal Enforcement, Ministry of Magic."

"You're really making me laugh. How can anyone tell themselves when they come up?" Nelson shook his head, and took a step forward. All the wizards in the room took a step back, as if they were performing something that had been rehearsed many times. dancing, he glanced around in the crowd, and found a thin and unremarkable witch, shrinking behind the wizard in pink shorts, looking at him timidly, "Huh? Ma'am, I remember you should be in Work in the International Affairs Department? You handled the formalities for my return to the UK."

The witch didn't admit it, but shook her head vigorously, and continued to hide behind the wizard in pink shorts. The wizard was a bit short, and she was a bit tall. The appearance of trying to hide looked a little funny.

In fact, there are only three serious Aurors in the coffee shop—except for Wordsworth who was a little confused about the situation when he opened his mouth to "law" and shut his mouth to "subdue the law", and only met "Nelson" in the subway station But they didn't look like any smart people. Nelson eased from the anger of being interrupted, scanned the "Aurors" present, and suddenly understood the situation.

"You are not Aurors." Nelson said decisively, "You are too unprofessional, I even saw several familiar faces, most of you are staff members of the Department of International Affairs, right?"

Wordsworth's expression management is not in place, and Nelson even read from her face "How did he find out? It's terrible!" This kind of sentence with a clear subject, predicate and object.

"Even if my colleagues are not real Aurors, you cannot be allowed to get away with it." Wordsworth was still stubborn.

"I don't mind playing role-playing with you, but I do have something to do," Nelson said anxiously, but his tone became lighter. He pulled out a wand from his pocket, and this action made the air in the store half cold. , but he didn’t say any spells, instead he put his wand on the table with a smile, and said, “First of all, when so many people are dispatched to arrest suspects, you shouldn’t put them all in one room like playing wizard chess where, but let the clever people touch the object, and the others hide."

"I don't need someone who uses magic in front of Muggles to teach me how to deploy troops."

"No, you do," Nelson shook his head and said patiently like a teacher, "You see, I'm not the one who uses magic in front of Muggles, in fact, you are, look at your wands everywhere , frightened the poor shopkeeper, and I wanted to ask him the recipe for his coffee."

After finishing speaking, he turned towards the back of the bar counter, and followed his gaze with a group of wizards. The upturned corner of the door curtain immediately fell down, shaking awkwardly in the air.

"Also, don't follow the dark wizard's gaze, I mean if I'm really a dark wizard, then you'd be under my spell by now." Nelson's voice was very close to Wordsworth, and she panicked. Turning her head, she saw Nelson's eyes that were only a palm away from her. Those eyes blinked, showing a smile that made her feel extremely humiliated, "Don't risk your colleague's life, Nobby Rich Since almost all the Aurors are concentrated in the Ministry of Magic and Diagon Alley, you should get closer to them, instead of seeing some possible news while all the capable people in the office are out of the field, for a little It's a ridiculous feat to come out to 'handle the case' without investigating anything, and bring a group of colleagues who have been negligent in their work so far to give you momentum."

"Confusion Curse? Don't let me catch you!" Nelson stared at Wordsworth's cloudy eyes, already had an answer in his heart, and a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"you……"

Wordsworth's heart trembled, although she didn't want to admit it, but she really thought so - a minor but complex wizard, the minister was in a bad mood these days, and everyone knew that the fugitive Hogwarts professor He may have already run to the moon, and he will definitely make a fool of himself. If he can catch a prisoner who can divert public attention at this time, the minister must be very happy...

Nelson's face was getting closer and closer to her. Wordsworth always felt that his eyes were foggy these days, and now he couldn't see clearly. She blinked, and her eyes miraculously became much clearer.

"You may not know that I came to London today to go to the Ministry of Magic and ask your Minister Rich to receive the award. If you stab the basket at this time, your dream of promotion will be shattered," Nelson said softly, "not to mention I just arrived in London, you should be used by people with ulterior motives."

"how do you know--"

"Look, I've put my wand there, it's enough for you to go back to your errand, I'll go to the ministry later, please make sure to protect it." Nelson leaned forward and leaned into her ear and said, "OK It's convenient, ma'am, I have to chat with your minister later."

"Why do you know Auror so well?"

Wordsworth asked a question that had nothing to do with the "case" and the conversation just now, and she had already convinced herself, regaining her senses.

"I have a younger sister whose dream is to become an Auror," Nelson said from his pocket. "It seems that you have a set of opinions about exams. I may have to bother you in the future."

"Ah... yes." Wordsworth nodded, and said in a loud voice, "It seems that we have arrested the wrong person."

"I'm sorry that I look so much like the bad guy, I've caused you trouble." Nelson scratched his head, looking like a sunny Hogwarts student, he turned to look at the wizard in pink shorts, and asked, "Sir, did you just Did you read it wrong?"

"He was wrong," Wordsworth said. "Thank you for cooperating with our investigation."

Nelson nodded, walked through the wall of people, and left the cafe without saying a word.

Martha stood outside the door stomping her feet. It was cold outside. When she saw Nelson coming out, she asked with a smile, "Did you find out? Where are his coffee beans?"

"Siberia," Nelson said casually.

"Do coffee beans grow in Siberia?"

"Fuck, they grow in the greenhouse, and use hundreds of pots to boil water in the greenhouse every day to keep the room moist." When you want to maintain a lie, you need thousands of lies.

"Okay, shall we go back now?"

"Yes, go back now."

"Do you remember the way?" Martha asked as she walked, like a curious baby despite her age.

"I carved a map of London on my knee." Nelson's mouth had already begun to run the train, "Even if I close my eyes, I can find the way to the West End."

"Really? Can you show me?"

"Isn't it good to roll your trouser legs in the street?" After a few words, the two of them seemed to have returned to their childhood days, and the chat became lively.

It's easy to go back to that time.

"I met a strange person before, she seems to know you." After walking for a while, when the two approached the West District, Martha said suddenly, "I just returned to London a few days ago, and I wanted to go to the currency exchange office to exchange some money. Pounds, a strange woman gave me a lot of money."

"Strange woman?" Nelson couldn't help saying, seeing someone wearing a penguin leather suit as tall as a person at the door of a newly opened toy store on the corner of the street, sending out balloons to passers-by. "There are too many strange people in London. She can How weird is that?"

Martha looked around and found that there were no pedestrians nearby, so she took out a small note from her small bag and handed it to Nelson.

"What is this?" Nelson opened the note, which was just an empty torn piece of paper.

"She gave me a wad of pounds and told me to put them in the bank quickly, and I was careful," said Martha, approaching Nelson mysteriously. "Before that day, this note was a sheet of fifty pounds. banknotes."

"Huh?" Nelson narrowed his eyes.

"What I want to say is...Nelson, I know I was injured when I was a child. Although the memory is very vague, and you keep telling me that it was a dream, I always feel that it happened for real," Martha said timidly. He raised his eyelids, rolled up his sleeves to reveal an unusually conspicuous scar on his forearm on his fair skin, looked at Nelson and said, "I have a scar constitution, this is the scar I left when I was an apprentice, so when I grow up, I have already Some believe it was just my nightmare, but when I returned to London, I saw people who could turn money into white paper...or maybe turn white paper into money. She said she knew you, so when I was a child Is the experience as magical as this piece of paper?"

"You may be a little uncomfortable, Martha, just stay in London for a few more days." Nelson shook his head and put the note in his hand, "This should be a bank deposit slip, you know, They are good at using some ink that fades easily, which is better for dead money."

"Nelson!"

"What's her name?" Nelson evaded Martha's question.

"She said her surname was Sykes!" Martha was a little annoyed. "She can't be your girlfriend, can she? The age gap is a bit big."

"Hiss..." Nelson shuddered after a little imagination, "I don't know anyone with the surname Sykes. It's even the first time I've heard of this surname. Will there really be someone with this surname?"

He slowed down and followed Martha, and began to seriously consider whether it was necessary to cast the Oblivion Charm. From a statistical point of view, Muggles who had anything to do with magic would not end well.

But Martha turned around and stared at Nelson walking backwards.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm looking at your size and I'm going to make you a dress."

"Really? Thank you." Nelson put the note into his pocket and said, "Well, you can do whatever you want, and I will try my best to grow into the size your clothes fit."

"You are really a qualified customer," Martha praised, "but then I am not a qualified tailor. Do you know what size you are?"

"do not know."

"Okay." Martha curled her lips, "I actually want to help everyone make a body, but many people can't find it."

"I know Tom's is twenty yards." Nelson said after a moment's thought, "but I don't know much about the others."

"You are so strange."

"Yeah, didn't I just say that?" Nelson laughed, "There are too many strange people in London, such as him."

Nelson and Martha were walking to the toy store on the street at the moment, when the person in the penguin leather case rushed up and stuffed a handful of balloons into Nelson's hand.

"Thank you." Nelson was a little puzzled. He always felt that this person was a little familiar, but it was hard to pull out his leather case to see, "I just happened to be going to the orphanage, and the children should like your balloon .”

The penguin jumped up and down, waving its two short, fat wings. He seemed to want to clap his hands, but his belly was too big, and his two short hands couldn't touch each other.

"Are you hot? This must be very hard, right?" Martha asked curiously.

The penguin turned its stomach, and Nelson understood what was going on. He wanted to shake his head, but the doll costume didn't have a neck.

He waved his wings and signaled them to wait at the door of the store for a while. After a while, he ran out with a lot of balloons and stuffed them all into Nelson's hands. Nelson felt that these balloons were about to drag him away.

"I thank you on behalf of the children." Martha thanked again and again, and the penguin was bouncing around in place, looking very happy.

After saying goodbye to the penguins, the two continued to head towards the orphanage.

Nelson, holding a bunch of balloons, attracted the attention of most people on the street. Martha, holding a cherry-colored balloon, exclaimed, "He is such a generous man."

"What? Is this thing expensive?"

"Quite expensive!" muttered Martha. "It's made of rubber. It's a very luxurious toy!"

"Is rubber expensive?" Nelson was puzzled.

"Didn't you study mechanical manufacturing and auto repair? How could you ask such a question?"

"Uh, I learned manual work, not purchasing." Nelson, who exposed his lack of knowledge, was a little embarrassed, but fortunately those numerous balloons blocked his expression. "Then he is really strange."

"You can't say that about him! He gave the balloons to the children in the orphanage." Martha poked the one closest to her, causing all the balloons to collide and dance, "Haha, but this kind-hearted Mister is indeed a bit strange, but I think the biggest problem is you."

"what?"

"You've always attracted strange people," said Martha, "starting with the purple man who came to you and Tom."

"you're right."

Martha kept poking the balloon in Nelson's hand and walked on the familiar road. They seemed to have returned to the days when they were urged by Mrs. Cole to return home after church in the orphanage in West Side.

(End of this chapter)