Chapter 389 The Adventures of Credence Barburn

"Nelson? Why are you here?!"

A high-pitched scream broke the morning silence of Hogwarts Castle. Professor Slughorn's smiling expression immediately changed color. He held on to the classroom door and stared at Nelson standing at the door, his eyes full of disbelief. .

"Ah... this professor, good morning."

Credence, who turned into Nelson, raised his head and looked at Professor Walrus, who was filling the door frame, with his eyes with thick dark circles. He stood on tiptoe, trying to see the situation in the classroom clearly through the gap in his arm.

"This is Potions class in the first grade. I think you must have missed me so much that you walked into the classroom without knowing it." Skill, blocking the gap that can see the interior of the classroom, "I am very moved, but Nelson, shouldn't you be preparing for the ancient rune course that will be waiting for a while? This course needs to be well-prepared." .”

Under the surprised eyes of Professor Slughorn, Credence took out a thick book from his bulging pocket, turned a few pages back, and found a few pages that read "Professor's Guide to Hogwarts" On the parchment, Credence found a page belonging to Professor Slughorn.

"Fat, especially fat belly, Professor Slughorn likes to praise, don't take his class."

"Hmm..." Credence nodded, yawned, and muttered, "Slughorn... compliments... let me think."

"What's wrong with you, Nelson? You look bad," Slughorn asked with concern, noticing Credence's dark circles under his eyes, which were as thick as sunglasses. "I see, you want something to overcome." Is it a potion for dark circles? I have a bottle of bubble fish eye cream in my office, and while I'm not in class, I can-"

"Professor Slughorn," Credence closed the book and stuffed it back into his pocket. With determination in his heart, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and patted Professor Slughorn on the shoulder. Said in a strong tone, "Today is very handsome, I can be regarded as seeing a real hunk, work hard, I will go first."

After all, as the polite words said, he took a step, carried his bag and walked away humming.

Leaving Professor Slughorn with a doubtful expression standing where he was, rubbing his stomach, and then thinking of the title "Macho", he subconsciously retracted his abdomen, stood up and raised his hips, "Huh?"

He scratched his head, and walked back to the classroom for no reason. Thinking of the tiredness on "Nelson"'s face, he suddenly realized, "It turns out that the illness is in the brain...I have to talk to Tom later."

"Professor, are we going to learn how to make an antidote today?" A pink girl sitting by the door blinked and asked, "I just heard you mention the disease."

"We learned how to do it today... Ah no, sneezing potion."

At this moment, Credence has gone around to nowhere, he rubbed his temples while shaking his head.

"Don't young people nowadays need to sleep?"

Tom dragged Credence to talk about the precautions at Hogwarts all night, but he only forgot the most important thing-how each classroom should go, Credence was like a headless chicken He also ran around in the castle, finally asked for some directions, but was dizzy by the spiral staircase, and muttered all the way from the Potions classroom to the door of the principal's office.

"Don't young people nowadays need to sleep?"

He sighed again, but the young men who passed by listened to him. They recognized Nelson's face, and they were very impressed with this senior who played one against three last year. They thought he was teaching themselves, so they both stood at attention, like two The guards stood beside Credence.

"Sorry senior! We will never go on night tours again!"

"Well, do it well, I'm optimistic about you." Credence kept in mind what Tom taught "Gnar is a good person who treats everyone with gentleness and makes people feel like a spring breeze", so he practiced it and hammered it Looking at the chests of the two boys, they said approvingly, "That's right, great guy, work hard in the future."

He quickly passed between the two of them, and wandered to the back of the corridor like a ghost, leaving the two "survivors" young men looking at each other. They looked at each other, and one of them said, "I heard it right, just now Is senior Williams encouraging us?"

"Yeah, I heard from the boss of Two Broomsticks that he met Williams when he was in the first grade." The other nodded, "Sure enough, every outstanding person dares to challenge the order of!"

"The rumors are true, he is indeed a gentle person!"

"We were even afraid of idols before, we should have asked him questions earlier!"

"Yes, yes, he should know a lot of secret passages."

But the instigator had gone far away, and Credence wandered unknowingly to the corridor in front of the headmaster's office. At this moment, Aurelius Dumbledore and Albus Dumbledore, who was heavy in the office, were only separated by a wall. But neither of them apparently realized this.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Nelson!"

Suddenly, a golden and stone-like scolding appeared in Credence's ear. He lowered his head and rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling inexplicably horrified. Who could see through Nelson's transfiguration so easily on the first day he mixed into Hogwarts?

He lowered his head, as if he didn't hear clearly, but his right hand has slowly reached into his pocket.

"Haha, good brother, how about my opening remarks?"

Credence looked up to see a barbell of armor laughing beside him.

"What a good joke."

It seems that he is also an acquaintance of Nelson, but Tom did not mention it. This really shocked Credence. He breathed a sigh of relief and gave up the idea of ​​killing a bloody road, but the next second the armor said, "This is not a joke." "It made him nervous again.

"What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

"Don't you know? A few days ago, several medicine shops in Diagon Alley were stolen, and a lot of compound soup ingredients were lost. The Ministry of Magic suspects that the disguised thief from a few years ago has started to operate again," the armor saw in the corridor. There was no one there, so he took off his head in a relaxed manner, held it in his arms and used his other hand to clean up the floating dust in the crevice of the shoulder armor, "Albus said that when this kind of nervousness, the more attention should be paid to the safety of the students, So in the past few days, I cooperated with the professors to set up a lot of magic to prevent outsiders from entering, and I will also be assigned the task of screening students, do you think that opening sentence is a little deterrent?"

"It's intimidating!" Credence said sincerely. "It almost scared me!"

"Haha, are you a disguised fake?" The armor laughed "hohohoho", which made Credence's forehead drip with cold sweat, "but don't worry, Albus has done enough Protection will definitely guarantee your safety, and it is impossible for any capable person to sneak into Hogwarts!"

"Ahahaha." Credence laughed dryly, "You are right, who is Dumbledore, how could such a small thief succeed."

"Yes, it's a pity that some little thieves disappeared after passing through a piece of armor with great military exploits, well-made, heroic domineering, and outstanding performance," the armor said in a dull voice, "let the poor armor just stand in the corridor It’s so pitiful, even when some people are chopping melons and vegetables abroad, they don’t think about showing their good brothers.”

Could it be that Nelson still owes such a wicked emotional debt? Credence respected Nelson, and didn't worry about how the armor was exposed to the wind and sun in the corridor. He just patted the armor's head in his arms vigorously, and said, "Aren't I here to see you?"

"Hey...what's your tone? It's disgusting," Jiajia retracted his hand holding his head a little bit, "My good brother, you won't be replaced by someone, right?"

"How is that possible? I'll come over tomorrow to wax you," Credence said, withdrawing his hand in embarrassment, "By the way, what protection did Dumbledore set up? I'm a little curious."

The armor seemed lonely for a long time, and he couldn't help but start talking. Facing his trusted Nelson, he poked out the defenses of Hogwarts like a bamboo tube pouring beans. Credence was frightened for a while, and the secret he found On the afternoon when Tao sneaked into the school, he was set with a powerful protective magic.

After a while, one person and one armor sat next to the stone pier at the door of the principal's office, and chatted enthusiastically.

Several students who wanted to take a shortcut saw Nelson sitting here with a pair of armor at the stairs, so they chose to take a detour.

"If you want me to say that a small thief is not enough to mobilize the teachers."

"Hey! Isn't it because that kid Grindelwald is starting to get restless again?" Armor sighed and said, "Listen to my brother's persuasion, you should break up with that side earlier, he doesn't have any good people under his command."

"Isn't he busy making money recently?" Credence asked curiously, "What can you be restless about?"

"I'm not trying to scare you, my brother. My days on the battlefield may be older than your age," said the armor. You need money to fight the war! Especially when you single-handedly killed everyone in the Magical Congress of America, alas, what you did is really nothing to say, yes, those beasts would have been hanged in my time, but, no Brother said you..."

"Brother, talk about yourself," Credence was about to light a cigarette on the armor. The street habits he had learned from wandering around all the year round were completely drawn out. He cleaned up and said, "I'm listening."

"You know, when Grindelwald was in trouble before, almost all the wizards who stopped him came from the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom, the United States, and France," the armor opened up the chatterbox, talking eloquently, "Who were the people around him at that time? Huh? All kinds of fugitives and inner ghosts fought to a tie, and finally let go by the dog teammates in Germany. Now it is different. He has many soldiers under his command, and there is also a mysterious weapon Experts, there are always people who make conspiracy theories that Grindelwald’s technology is provided by you, but brothers know that you are not that kind of person, you are just used as a shield!"

"Oh... Brother still understands me."

"So, he has no good plans for those factories and those deviant things. Now wizards like Germany, Austria, and Bulgaria are willing to serve as servants. Just this group of people, no matter how weak they are France? The people under his own hands are enough for the UK to drink a pot, not to mention that Nobby Rich is still a poor guy who is suppressed by those pure-blood families and can only seek to break the situation in Nurmengard. The last Magic Congress of America He fell, which also means that his power is only stronger than his old opponent more than ten years ago, you understand what I mean?"

"Hiss... that's really scary."

"It's fine if he's thinking about making money like your friend, but he hasn't shown up for a long time. Who knows what he wants to do. He didn't dare to go to war with the world before. Now it depends on whether he wants to or not. , so brother still wants to advise you, don’t get involved with him.”

"You know so much!" Credence nodded in satisfaction, appreciating the armor.

"Brother doesn't want to lie to you, this is actually what Dumbledore said." Armor suddenly became humble, scratched his head in his arms, and said, "He seems to have some solid evidence, but brother didn't hear it."

"It's already powerful enough!" Credence gave a thumbs up, helped the armor put his arm back, looked at his watch, and hurriedly said, "It's a great help, by the way, I almost forgot the business, you know the ancient magic Where is Wen's classroom?"

"You still have class, and you want to talk for a while," Jiajia turned around and pretended to shake his head in disappointment, and said, "Go straight from my left, go to the end, and go up the stairs to the sixth floor." Upstairs, there is a pair of Gallic chain mail at the door, green, you can see it at a glance."

"Thank you," Credence stood up and picked up his backpack, "I'll come and wax you tomorrow, and we'll continue then."

Armor nodded and returned to work.

Credence trotted to the ancient rune classroom, greeted the chain mail with the same way of patting his shoulder, and hurried into the classroom with his bag.

Tom beckoned to him from the back of the classroom, and Credence walked over, sat down beside Tom, and said, "Honestly, finding your way around Hogwarts is hard."

"You are wrong," Tom said sternly, "at this time you should smile, take out the book, don't talk, even if you are late, you should pretend that the professor misremembered the time and came early."

"Oh," Credence nodded, "I see."

At this time, the professor holding the handout stood on the podium.

"I've heard something interesting that Mr. Williams would be interested in."

"Let's talk about it," Tom shrugged. "You don't need to attend the lectures. Gnar should have learned this knowledge last year. I put a small ball in front of the podium to help him record it."

"What if I get up to answer questions?" Credence, who had never been to school, was a little anxious. "I heard that students have to sign in for exams and write papers."

"No." Tom shook his head and handed Credence a stack of parchment. "You can use it to write to Gnar. If it's urgent, just call me. I can contact him directly."

"Mr. Riddle, can you answer this question?" As soon as the words fell, the professor's voice floated faintly from the podium.

"Oh, pretend I didn't say that."

Tom ruffled his hair and stood up.