My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 74 The Norwegian Sea Breeze and the Special Court of Wizengamoor

"Hey, where are we?" Stepping out of the fireplace, Nelson grabbed Zweig's outstretched arm and stepped out of the ashes. Several wizards in black robes hurried up to clean up his body. Hui, "Why is it so cold at noon?"

Nelson clasped his hands together and rubbed it hard, the hot air exhaled from his mouth condensed into a white mist and quickly dissipated in the air.He looked around, and there was no snow-covered scenery around him. They were in a lush and green virgin coniferous forest, and the green trees were stubbornly growing together, pushing the heavy snow on top of their heads.The scene at the moment is a bit funny. There is a gorgeous fireplace that is burning in the dense virgin forest, which seems to be moved directly from a large mansion.

The public trial of Dumbledore was set in the evening, so at noon on September [-], the group set off early. Since the German Floo network had been cut off, they had to go to Bulgaria and arrived here via the Floo network there. , but the desolate, pristine scene here makes one wonder if they've gone to the wrong place.

"I'll see what the newspapers say." Zweig was wearing a slim-fitting suit. He laboriously took out a stack of newspapers from his narrow pocket and flipped through it.

"It may be Northern Europe, or it may be Siberia." Barry bent down and picked up a smear of dirt on the ground to look at it pretendingly. White was drinking the man in black who was leaning back, and brushed off the ash from his body affectionately. Twisting his neck, avoiding White's movements, he spread his hands and said helplessly, "I don't know, but I remember that there should be more pine trees in these places."

"This is Siberia." Andrei, who had just stepped out of the fireplace, breathed hard on the cold and pure air in the forest, and even the scars on his face softened, "The smell of political prisoners and potatoes, I am too Familiar with it."

"Don't make it seem like you've been through a lot of things," White snorted, not expecting her literacy level to be pretty good. "The Muggles here have only been purged since 1930, and you were blowing cold winds in America at that time."

"I just imagined that every time we go to a place, we must have an immersive sense of substitution." Andre's expression instantly collapsed, and he continued to quibble, "Besides, I am really familiar with Siberia, I am young when……"

"The Bulgarian newspapers say go west when you come out of the fireplace." Zweig interrupted the old Andrei's imagination.

"Guide to the north." Nelson held the wand in his palm, it slowly floated and rotated, and finally pointed in one direction and stopped moving. Nelson led the crowd to the west, and soon came to a sparsely vegetated cliff with no trees. The icy cold wind mixed with the salty icicles attacked everyone, and everyone wrapped their robes tightly.

They looked around the cliff, and every now and then a wizard emerged from different parts of the forest alone or in groups. They looked at each other, and every now and then a wizard shouted in Bulgarian, as if asking for directions.

"We are in Norway." Beneath the cliff is another dense forest that grows better. Looking at the twisting and crumbling coastline in the distance, he said with certainty, "As far as I know, the west of the Soviet Union is not the sea."

"It doesn't matter, and I actually know Norway very well, thinking I was in Norway back then—"

"Look over there." The old man Andrei's imagination was ruthlessly interrupted by Barry. He raised his hand and pointed to the middle of the forest under the cliff, where a large open space had been artificially cleared, and a huge, magnificent green The Colosseum-like building was located in it, and several huge torches were burning on the top of the tall Roman columns. There was such a big battle."

"I'll go ahead and explore the way." After saying that, he didn't wait for the people around him to react, and disappeared in place with a dodging, and Apparated away.

"He's always so rough, otherwise he wouldn't be caught by Muggles as mentally ill." Andrei looked in the direction of the huge building and continued to tell what he had seen and heard in Norway.

After a while, he was talking about the story that he had provided inspiration for Ibsen, who was writing "A Doll's House", and Nelson thought that after a while, Shakespeare's plays might become his ghostwriting works. When Antarctica meets and rescues an explorer named Amundsen, a frozen owl breaks the conversation.

It fell from the sky and fell into Nelson's arms. The little thing was shivering with the cold. Nelson struggled to remove its frozen feathers and pulled out a rolled sheepskin from the letterbox on his feet. On the back of the paper: Nelson Williams Closed.

Untie the knot, the ice ball keeps falling down, and only one sentence is written on it: I will wait for you at the east door.

Nelson asked the man in black standing next to him to ask for some jerky to feed it, and when it fully recovered, Barry also appeared in front of everyone.

"Let's go quickly, not to mention that there are quite a lot of people here today." He looked at Nelson who was releasing the little owl, strode up, and took Nelson's arm, "You still don't know how to Apparate. "

"Yes." Nelson quietly broke free and grabbed Zweig's arm. "Mr. Zweig, take me to the east door."

Zweig nodded. Hearing this, White turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Nelson, indicating, "Are you ready to slip?"

Nelson shook his head, and after a suffocation and dark oppression, he appeared on the east side of the Colosseum.

Standing on the edge of the cliff in the distance and looking down, he could not see the grandeur of the building at all. He stood at the foot of a huge Roman column, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the top, only the flames at the top were in the cold wind. Under the disturbance, black smoke wafted everywhere.

"Nelson, have you made an appointment?" Zweig asked in a low voice, looking at the growing crowd around him.

"Yes, I'll go to you when the trial is over." Nelson had already seen a dark-haired figure wearing a plaid coat of the same color as his not far away.

"Okay," Zweig hesitated for a while, took off the golden pendant with the Deathly Hallows logo from his neck, and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket, "You take this, we'll find your location later. , there are many people here, and it is very mixed, you must be careful." After speaking, the figure blurred and disappeared in place.

"It's so heavy." Nelson stuck out his tongue, adjusted the collar of his coat, and sneaked behind Tom, ready to startle him. Just when he stretched out his sinful hand, Tom suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "You don't think this trick can scare me."

In the virgin forest of Norway, in front of the courthouse in Wizengamot, in the cold wind, the two of them held their hands tightly together.

"Let's go first." Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder. "A lot of people have come. It is said that the audience for this public trial is even larger than the last Quidditch World Cup. If it is too late, you may not be able to grab a seat."

The two went in from the east gate and turned to the south-facing stand. The pale sunlight shone on them, and Nelson felt that the cold on his body dissipated a little. It was still early to leave the court, but the audience on the upper two stages of the auditorium was still there. The empty seats were sparse, and there were only a few left.

The interior of the Colosseum is a structure similar to a modern stadium. There are thousands of seats in the three-tier auditorium. The most central prototype venue is slowly separating from the middle, exposing the bottom like a meeting at the Palace of Westminster. The structure of the hall - a circle of uniformly colored red dragon leather high-back seats spiral downward, the floor is solemn black, the whole structure is in the shape of a pit, and there is a black raised upward in the center and bottom of the pit. The high platform, with a stone speech table at the very center, will be the focus of all eyes in the venue today, reminiscent of an idealistic politician who impassively stated his ambitions and commitment to the country in Congress. hope.

Those red dragonskin high-back chairs are reserved for the members of Wizengamo, but the number is far more than fifty. It seems that because of the serious matter, they have also invited legal institutions of other countries. There are also very few people on the first stage at the moment, which is reserved for juries from all over the world.

"It really deserves to be Dumbledore." Nelson sighed, "to be treated like this in a trial."

"What's this? You'll have it too." Tom seemed to react to what he said was unlucky, sticking out his tongue in embarrassment, "I mean, he's here to stand trial after all, he's a sinner."

"That's not yet known." Nelson shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the center podium.

"Don't you make a prediction?" Tom asked curiously, "How about predicting Azkaban for 80 years?"

"How can this kind of thing be predicted, unless I control the Wizengamore camera obscura." Nelson rolled his eyes, "Besides, I really can't predict."

"No, you will," Tom said firmly. "Do you remember when you told Alphard on the train, 'You will bring your talents to the Quidditch field'? As you might expect, he succeeded already."

"Has he been drafted by the Slytherins?"

"No, he was chosen by the school to be a Quidditch commentator."

"..."

The two of them chatted happily and shared the new things that happened in the past few days. Many wizards saw business opportunities from the people waiting in the stands, and they pushed small carts to sell snacks and drinks.

"By the way, I found clues about the Slytherin treasure in the school history."

"what?"

"It's a—"

Tom's words were interrupted by a movement in the middle of the field.

An old wizard in a silver robe walked up to the high platform, pointed his wand at his throat, and then made a deafening sound.

"quiet."

The chaotic venue instantly fell silent.

Albus Dumbledore calmly walked along the special passage to the tribunal, followed by two rows of heavily armed Aurors, he walked to the lecture table and stood still, looking deeply at the direction of the south stand.

Nelson also looked at him, and their eyes met in the air.

(End of this chapter)