Chapter 522 Social Remarks

"I'm sorry, Miss Umbridge." Nelson covered his pockets and gave Umbridge a standard social smile. "I have something to do. If you excuse me for a while, you can talk to Martha first."

"Please." Umbridge was not as polite as her. She bowed slightly, nodded ladylikely, and turned to Martha, leaving plenty of room for Nelson.

...

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

Nelson walked out of the clothing store, stood by the mailbox facing the street, looked at the street with people coming and going, habitually picked up the small silver ball, held it with one hand and raised it to his ear, and blurted out this familiar but long-standing greeting Finally, he was stunned, and looked back at the bright and clean glass window of the clothing store. A blond man in a long trench coat was standing there with a smile. He was amused by himself, "This is not a phone..."

Nelson shook his head, and the sense of alienation brought about by the struggle that seemed to be in another world disappeared. He stuffed the small silver ball in his hand into the ear canal, and took out another one to his mouth. This should be the correct way to use it.

"What smallpox?" Tom's voice clearly appeared in his ears. "I have figured out the bottom line of Fritz Harriman. He is the murderer that Jonas once told us about."

"Is it the murderer whose head was cut off and sliced ​​to study the brain by the University of Göttingen because he was too crazy?"

Nelson asked, the wizard passing in front of him heard this sentence, stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, how can this young man who looks like a dog speak so heavily ? Nelson's unfocused gaze happened to stay on his neck, and the passer-by shrank his neck and walked away quickly.

"What nonsense..."

He turned his head to look at Nelson from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would catch up and cut off his head. He kept accelerating his pace and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Nelson didn't notice the stop of such a passer-by. According to scientific research, people will ignore or rationalize everything around them when they make a phone call, even if they make a "magic phone call". He paced by the mailbox, Said, "I remember it was a ghost story Jonas told to scare us into going to bed early."

"What kind of ghost story is that?" Tom said exaggeratedly. "I can only say that the imagination of Muggles still needs to be improved. After all, there are so many scary things wizards can do!"

Nelson shook his head, looked at the street signs around, and said, "Martha and I are in a... uh, in front of 'Savina Style Clothing Store', which is diagonally opposite the Owl Post Office—"

"Hey!"

Tom's voice suddenly became high and low like someone's harmony, and the two voices came to Nelson's ears. He felt that someone had patted his shoulder and turned his head. Tom was already standing behind him.

"You actually know where this store is?"

"I'm even more familiar with Diagon Alley than Hogwarts." Tom raised his eyebrows, and looked into the store through the glass window. Behind the mannequins in the window, Umbridge was enthusiastically arranging for Martha. Recommending all kinds of fashionable dresses for wizards, they were already piled up on the shelves next to the two of them. Looking at Umbridge, who was so generous, Martha was a little confused and didn't know what to do.

"This Dolores Umbridge is a talent." Tom looked at the pink woman and sighed emphatically, "It's a talent."

"How to say?"

"You should know that she once praised Abraxas for being handsome and charming in front of everyone in the Slytherin lounge, ah yes, you mentioned it before," Tom scratched his hair and said, "here Before, she even wanted to participate in the freshman mutual aid meeting I organized. Of course, its scale is not limited to freshmen. After all, after us, there are already six freshmen enrolled... I feel like she is a bit of a degraded version Professor Slughorn, just as well-informed, just as keen-sense, and just as good at making money, just a little less tough."

"I don't remember having a student this senior at your tea party," Nelson thought, catching the chocolate frog that Tom handed over to him. "I remember she was supposed to be a grade above us? Or two?"

"She's in the same class as Minerva," Tom said with a curl of his lips. "I've inquired that she and Minerva attended the Ministry of Magic's entrance interview together, but her performance wasn't very good, so she can only be confused." An intern position, but Minerva did not bad, and even Nobby Rich himself admired her, but she didn't choose this path herself in the end."

"Your information is a bit late, Tom," Nelson smiled. "She has been a regular for a long time."

"Of course I know, you listen to me first," Tom said with a wave of his hand, "When she was still active in school, you went to Germany, you may not know about this matter, although I declined her request to join us , but she still did not give up, this is a very purposeful woman, she will happen to appear in every meeting after that, her original words are "the experience of senior students may be helpful to you young people who are eager for knowledge" , she will always volunteer to help those guys with outstanding family backgrounds but bad brains, such as Carlo, Selwyn, etc. She even wanted to volunteer to be our guide at the beginning, but she couldn't help but feel that her abilities were not enough. Somewhat mediocre, so most people don't buy her."

"What happened next?" Nelson became interested and tore open the package of the chocolate frog, but he used a little more force. The chocolate frog squeezed out of the package, jumped hard, and fled to the road. Nelson only had time to look at it. , it was trampled flat by a passing pedestrian, "Oh...poor little guy."

"You know, Selwyn is a fool. There is only one child in his family, but his father always wants him to be like Dumbledore, or at least like Foley, which puts him under a lot of pressure , his head was swollen several times bigger than others - but I think it's more likely because his father married his cousin and gave birth to him, in order to..." Tom looked at the wrapping paper and stood awkwardly Nelson took out another chocolate frog and handed it to him, "You know, the noble and oldest Selwyn family."

"I remember this should be the motto of the Black family."

"Their families are not too different." Tom raised his arm in front of Nelson to prevent the chocolate frog from continuing to search for freedom, "so old Selwyn was very harsh on his son, so harsh The young man is a bit withdrawn, Umbridge has his eye on him, and he has become one, what should I say? Confidant sister?"

"Her? Confidant sister?" Reason told Nelson that the current Umbridge can indeed play the role of a confidante, but the future who kept doing sit-ups under the cries of the centaur kept appearing in front of his eyes. The senior investigator couldn't help but feel a little funny and a little disgusted. He felt a little acid reflux in his stomach, and he had to eat this chocolate frog to suppress it.

"You really don't believe it," Tom raised his eyebrows, "she always reveals the homework of professors in various subjects inadvertently, so she is very popular among those lazy people. The children of a big family who don’t have to worry about anything, are not like us, who have to sell their ancestral property to get some pocket money... I admit that when I first gathered the members of this mutual aid society, I had this idea that their power can help me Going further, I think Umbridge must have thought the same way, and she even did a better job of uniting them than I did."

"Oh?" Nelson carefully tore open the package, pinching the opening with his fingers, "I thought that in a few years, when your little friends grow up, you will be able to go to the Ministry of Magic to be nine thousand years old."

"what is that?"

"It's nothing." Nelson raised the packaging bag to his mouth and grabbed the chocolate frog that was trying to escape. It struggled hard and slapped Nelson's face, as if practicing a punch to his lips. Nelson never I have never seen such a spirited chocolate frog.

"Well, go ahead." Tom ignored Nelson's strange words and said, "She and Selwyn are siblings, and even use a set of nonsense to make Selwyn think he is her distant cousin, that's all." I don’t know where Umbridge has become a member of the Twenty-Eight Pure-Bloods, an honorary member.”

"This is too childish."

"This is no joke. She made up a clear and even verifiable context. I even think that if her target is me, she can become a direct descendant of Slytherin living outside. If it is you, she can even Go straight to the Wizengamot and find Judge Shafik to confess your marriage." Tom sneered, sounding a little admired, "I can only say that I have a specialization in art, and I can't do these things. After graduation, she relied on this relationship to enter the Ministry of Magic despite her poor interview performance. Even Old Selwyn himself felt that she was a relative of their family, and she was even more comfortable after entering the Ministry of Magic. I have heard that almost everyone who works with her in the law enforcement department criticizes her, but she is a perfect subordinate to her superiors. Caro told me that she may even become the minister's secretary. "

"I thought she called herself Selwyn after she got the locket."

"What locket?" Tom shook his head, "I actually admire this kind of person, how should I put it? It feels like she has already decided from the moment she entered Hogwarts that she will be like a Like a vine in the devil's net, she clings to a higher power. For this reason, she can give up her studies, her normal social life, and even her dignity. I probably know why she is so enthusiastic about Martha, probably because Wo Because of Erbuga, after all, Mr. Black is considered the most popular person in the Ministry of Magic, and your appearance has strengthened her thoughts. She is a well-informed person. How easy it is for a wizard to please a Muggle ? And she only needs to pay a small price, and she has the opportunity to get unimaginable rewards."

Nelson glanced back at the window, and there were more dresses piled up on the shelf next to Martha, but Umbridge's face full of compliments was not at all tired, as if he had already integrated the mask into his habits, Or maybe she was just that kind of person.

He was engrossed in listening, the chocolate frog in his mouth was already flopping, the corners of his mouth were covered with small chocolate-colored paw prints, and the passers-by all cast strange glances at him, Nelson took a sip, and ended the chocolate frog. s life".

"I'm going to give her a chance," Tom narrowed his eyes, "I've already stuffed that person's soul for Fritz Harriman, time is getting tighter, since you have an agreement with Dumbledore, then Leave it to me, the interests and interests of those in the Ministry of Magic are not the most reliable alliance after all, we need someone who can really come to the fore to speak."

"Aren't your 'friends' not yet graduated, just like us?"

"I have more than a few 'friends'." Tom smiled confidently. "The friendship between cups and cups is nothing compared to real money. Mr. Karkaroff, don't forget who I am?"

"Doesn't Tian love antique dealers?" At Tom's prompt, Nelson recalled the aliases of the two, and remembered the pioneering work of the two who almost burned Knockturn Alley, so he couldn't help laughing, but his expression quickly It changed, the bitterness of the chocolate frog melted in his mouth, he conjured up a handkerchief, spit out the contents of his mouth, and burned it up, "Why is this chocolate frog..."

"It has an expiration date. When did you put them in the pet store cabinet?" Tom handed Nelson's unlimited Coke. "We're even."

Nelson drank Coke "tons and tons" and his tongue was already numb.

"Don't worry, those who seek the same have been lonely for too long, they don't care what power can bring," Tom squinted and said softly, "For those who pursue power, the most precious thing is power itself. "

Passers-by got farther away from these two crazy guys, Tom chuckled and shook his head, "Actually, I'm also a little excited, after all, I've wanted to be a powerful person since a long time ago , In fact, it’s no different from the guys I mentioned.”

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Berlin.

Two people with almost identical expressions but very different appearances stood face to face. Behind them was a crumbling, struggling and collapsed charred statue. Their eyes were almost filled with the same green light, and even their subtle movements seemed to be looking in a mirror. Same.

"Harriman, you're back? I thought you'd been eaten by the wild dogs in England."

"The new name is Liburn?" Harriman ignored the other party's ridicule, and the two twisted their necks in a mirror image, "It's a collision with my taste, but if you are Liburn, then... who I am?"