My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 55
"Vampires?" Tom whispered in confusion. "Are there any vampires in London?"

"I thought last time I ran into that vampire in Diagon Alley, you knew how to identify them." Nelson turned his head and said softly, "Look at its eyes and neck—"

"Mr. wizard, please don't use me as a teaching aid - it seems that you haven't learned enough. Vampires have hearing far better than wizards, so you must remember it clearly." Troka pushed open the trap door of the bar He walked out, loosened the top two buttons of his shirt, and moved his neck and shoulders, "We are not some kind of magical animals, vampires are just special people who have been injured, although we do not have the right to hold a magic wand, but we are also equals."

"We're not here to discuss human rights with you." Tom stepped forward impatiently and stopped in front of Nelson. "Or are you going to stand up for him?"

"No no no." Troka waved his hand and said to Nelson, "Mr. Wizard, since you know about vampires, you should also know how we reproduce, right? So is it really good for you to kick the door like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiters and bartenders who had been scattered all over the tavern gathered around him. They grinned mockingly and looked at the helpless two people. Exudes a compelling cold light.

"I still have to say something," Troka's expression turned lazy, and he pouted, "so children should not come to this kind of place."

"We didn't kick the door." Nelson frowned, as if this was a very important matter, he looked at the bearded man drinking bad wine at the round table in the depths of the tavern, and said softly, "Although vampires are not scratched like werewolves. In the category of dangerous magical animals, but a peaceful life is always hard to come by, especially in a Muggle metropolis like London, are you sure you want to come out for such a scum?"

"Scum?" Troka also has his own principles, "I don't know where he offended you, I don't want to judge your personal affairs, but as a tavern owner, you can't let your customers be on your own territory. Being attacked, it seems that you are also a reasonable person, and you should be able to understand how difficult it is for those of us who go abroad to make a living."

"not understand."

Nelson reached out and touched his arms, and the vampires on the opposite side were all tense, and it seemed that the battle was about to break out——

I saw Nelson took out a Galleon and bounced it up. The gold coins that were constantly rotating in the air occasionally reflected the burning candlelight on the bar at a certain angle, dazzling those who caught sight of it. The perfect parabola attracts the attention of everyone around it. It seems to have been spinning in the sky for a long time, and reluctantly falls into the wine glass that Troka has just cleaned on the bar. sound.

"Two glasses of lemonade, don't look for it." Nelson said, the gold coins in the cup finally lost power and lay flat on the bottom of the glass. He turned and walked towards the deepest part of the tavern. Tom walked aside and turned his head towards Tello. Ka said, "Now we are also guests, please don't mind your own business."

Troka froze in place. He didn't understand how to solve this situation. In his long life, he had never seen such a person who didn't play cards according to the routine. He didn't understand why these two young people dared to do this. Walk in, even if they are wizards - after all, none of the drunkards sitting in the tavern looks like a good person.

"Troka? What do we do?" asked the young bartender on the side. "Should we kick them out? Or..."

"What are you thinking, they should be students at Hogwarts, although they don't know why they are in London now." Troka said after pondering for a long time, "Go get two glasses of lemonade, clean it up, and wait a minute. Bring it to them."

He lowered his head to look at the floor, stepped on his feet again, and said to himself, "It's time to repair the shop recently. Why does the floor feel loose and squeak all the time."

At this time Nelson and Tom had passed through the noisy crowd of the tavern and walked to the table in the innermost seat. The drunkards along the way looked sideways and were surprised at their arrival. These two clean young men seemed to agree with each other. This drunken tavern was out of place, but they quickly turned around and immersed themselves in the turbid liquid and bragging on the wine table. For the citizens of this kind of country that has fallen into involution and is on the verge of stagflation, it is better to drink two more if you care about others. cup.

Nelson and Tom sat down opposite the fat bearded man who was drinking, the old chair creaked, Tom folded his legs against the back of the chair, and the legs of the stool were raised, and the legs of the supported stool were rubbing against the dusty wooden floor. Makes an unpleasant crunch.

"There's someone here." The bearded fat man raised his head and stared at Tom with wide eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was drinking too much. His eyes were fierce. , That shiny bald head looks sweaty, and there seems to be some small animal hiding in the beard, and I don't know how long I haven't taken care of the hygiene.

"I didn't see it." Tom raised his eyebrows frivolously. His right hand had reached the sleeve of his left arm, and he seemed to be ready to attack the drunken man in front of him at any time, but he held back the idea of ​​pleasure and hatred, and he was willing to put The sweetness of vengeance was dedicated to his dear friend, so that he could taste the fruits of this tragedy, and he hoped that the cry of the drunkard under the cruel torture would satisfy Nelson and let go of the sadness and pain that haunted his eyes.

Looking at Nelson, who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, he was very patient now. He was willing to have a good chat with this dead man and play a game of cat and mouse with him.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Tom asked politely, nodding his head politely. He seemed to be here to make friends, or a reporter who came to interview, but he couldn't hide the madness in his eyes.

"I don't know." The bearded lips were squirming slightly. It was difficult for the drunk man to meet Tom's eyes. He didn't know if it was because of palpitations or drowsiness. He took up the dirty wine glass and swallowed the rest of the wine. Agitated, then put down the glass, rubbed his arm against the beard covered in wine, continued to stare at Tom, and growled gruffly, "Boy, stay away from me."

"I don't know." Tom took out a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it with his hands, repeating word for word what the drunkard said. This man's English was not authentic, and he didn't sound like a local. Tom was satisfied Nodding, he understood that his magic had not found the wrong target.

"What are you writing?" The drunk man rubbed his drunken eyes and shouted.

"Your last words." Tom picked up the piece of paper and looked at it for a while, then crumpled it and threw it aside. "Sorry, I just didn't realize that no one cares about your scumbag last words."

"What are you talking about? Are you here to find fault?!" The drunk man slapped the table, but as if he had tripped over something, he sat back on the chair with his feet soft. He seemed to realize that he was too drunk. He was already powerless and tough, so he clenched his fist and slammed the table hard, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he kept swearing and swearing, while warning, "I hope you're not here to find fault, while I'm in a good mood, Roll as far as you want."

"It's a coincidence, I'm here to find fault." Tom understood the truth of "If you want to make a person crazy, you must first break the defense", he got up slightly and stretched his arms to touch the big, greasy bald head of the drunk man, and chuckled lightly. , "It's not even a subjugated slave to make irresponsible remarks about me."

"What did you say?!" The drunk man was pressed by Tom, lying on the table, his face covered with alcohol, and he didn't get up yet, but the people watching the excitement around the table couldn't hold back anymore. They seemed to be in harmony with each other. The drunkards were all together, maybe fellow villagers. At this moment, one by one stood up indignation and accused Tom, "Boy, how dare you say such a thing?!", "Apologize before we are angry!" These are all counted. Civilized greetings, in addition, all kinds of scolding that Tom couldn't understand rang out one after another, and the whole pub was in chaos for a while, and the drunkards at the door also stood up to watch the fun.

"Yo, I thought all Polish men were on the battlefield, but I didn't expect London to have your nest." Tom made a sudden realization, the old god sat down on the ground, and suddenly pointed at their feet , shouted anxiously, "Look, what's on your legs?"

Troka, who came over with two glasses of lemonade, realized that the reason why the floor of the tavern kept rattling today was not because it was in disrepair, but because the holes under the wooden floor were full of dense snakes. Crawling out of the holes on the wall, spitting letters climbed up the trousers of the people around, all kinds of colorful snakes twisted and twisted into a ball, poisonous and non-toxic, big and small, gray and colorful. The... Countless number of snakes crowded the small tavern, greeting the group of drunkards friendly, and the drunkards froze in place and enjoyed a free sobering service.

Troka held the tray in fear and stepped on the ground where the snakes were relatively sparse and approached the table. After some twists and turns, he put down the tray, and for the first time looked directly at the black-haired boy who seemed to have no culture before. The lemon juice in the crystal glass was placed in front of the two of them, and he prayed in a low voice, "Mr. Wizard, you have a debt and a debt, you might as well let them go first to make room for you to do business."

"Oh?" Tom looked up at the unusually savvy shopkeeper. He turned his head and whispered to Nelson, "Nal, what do you think? They may all be accomplices."

"Let them go." Nelson raised his head, without a trace of emotion on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, Tom turned his head and stood up, grimacing, and swooping forward, watching the group of pushing and shoving. The drunk who ran to the door, he couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Wizard, good magic." Troka asked worriedly while complimenting, "But the law of secrecy..."

"They are just a group of alcoholics whose brains have been burned by alcohol. It is normal to have hallucinations." Nelson said blankly. For a time, the three of them forgot that they were sitting across from each other because their legs and feet were completely entangled by Nagini. Action, the bearded fat man who is completely sober at the moment, his face is pale, sweaty, trembling all over, and even the table and chairs make a huge noise, until Nelson turned his head to look at him, he stopped his instinctive movements.

(End of this chapter)