My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 126 The Emperor of the Lighthouse Country
"Where are we?"

Nelson stood firm, grabbed a pillar beside him, and squinted his eyes due to the strong light. He looked around and found that he was standing in the middle of a magnificent suspension bridge, with Lori Ann hugging Dinkas Standing beside White, the two leaned on the handrail of the bridge and looked at the quiet water sparkling in the sun.

This bridge is extremely long, and the nearly three-kilometer steel behemoth traverses both sides of the strait. It is an extremely shocking building in this era.

It was noon, there were not many pedestrians and vehicles on the bridge, and the place where the three of them appeared was considered a dead corner, and few pedestrians passed by, let alone saw them.

"San Francisco." White turned his head, glanced at Nelson, and said, "You are so slow, are you too fat? Even the portkey can't move you."

"Maybe it's because there are too many things on him." Nelson shrugged and walked to the two of them. The three stood side by side. He looked at the busy cities on both sides of the river and said, "It's so far away, it's still daytime here."

"Isn't it?" White thought for a while, took out a watch from his pocket, threw it into Nelson's arms, and said, "It's the right time, our day is coming to an end, their sun is still in its prime, and we are Wait here for a while."

Nelson lowered his head and saw that the watch White threw to him had four hands, the thinnest and longest one of which was firmly pointing to the scale with "United States" written on the side of the dial, and the time was displayed as 01:30 noon. He nodded , handed the watch back to White, and asked, "So this bridge is the Golden Gate Bridge, isn't it?"

"It's not a dead book," White still leaned on the railing, and said clearly, "That's right, the Golden Gate Strait is under our feet, look here."

She turned and pointed to the upright that Nelson had been holding on to.

Nelson followed her finger, and it turned out that the so-called upright was a tall pier that crossed the bridge deck. On it was a polished copper plate, which was firmly driven in with golden screw screws. Inscribed in solemn font on it:

"Travellers, please stop and thank the Emperor of America and Protector of Mexico - Norton I (reigned 1859-1880). He had the foresight to conceive and order the bridge over San Francisco Bay."

"Is this the Emperor of the United States?" asked Nelson. "I never heard of it before."

"It's normal if you haven't heard of it." White turned around, walked into the copper plate, and said, "His emperor is self-proclaimed, and American Muggles don't recognize it."

"Is he a wizard?"

"Yes, and no." White shook his head and said in a strange tone, "He is a squib and my distant uncle."

"Why did he proclaim himself Emperor of the Muggles?" Nelson asked curiously.

"It's interesting to say that, I thought that the discrimination among wizards was already very serious. Wizards discriminated against Muggles and magical animals, pure-blood wizards discriminated against Muggle-born wizards, and powerful wizards discriminated against poor wizards... But I didn't expect Muggles to discriminate. The discrimination in Melon is even more exaggerated, especially in this country, where almost all the citizens come from all over the world, and no one is a local, but they still engage in discrimination - they don't look at background, knowledge, or talent , but just relying on the sorting of skin color and ethnicity can form a complete discrimination chain. The top layer seems to be white people in Western Europe, and the bottom layer is all kinds of people of color, blacks and yellows. This is neither magic nor No... uh, what? Oh, science, and no science."

"I see." Nelson nodded thoughtfully, looking into the distance.

"And their divisions are not strict. We all know that white people in Europe are divided into many races. Our Muggle allies are familiar with this matter, but this country is divided only by color." White saw Nelson, who looked far in the direction, frowned and asked, "By the way, what are you looking for?"

"I'm listening. I'm looking for lighthouses. I thought there should be lighthouses everywhere in the country of lighthouses." Nelson indicated that he didn't have half-hearted intentions, and he retracted his toes and replied, "When I met Barry on the cruise ship, he had a lighthouse. The patient is an Italian who came to the United States to travel, because he was too tanned, he was caught by the farmer as a black slave, and he was tortured into a lunatic."

"The Lighthouse Country? Haha, why do you call it the Lighthouse Country?" White covered his mouth and smiled. He was amused by Nelson's unique address, and replied while laughing, "America... oh no, the East and West sides of the Lighthouse Country It faces the ocean, so the sea transportation is very developed, and there are indeed many lighthouses, but they are not lit during the day."

"I see." Nelson then pretended to be listening attentively, motioning for White to continue.

"My uncle's name is Joshua Norton..." After being interrupted by Nelson, White's tone became less serious, and she spoke slowly.

"By the way, I also know a man named Norton," Lori Ann interjected. At some point, she walked up to the two of them and listened to the story that happened in the last century. "He is a pharmacist."

"Many Squibs choose to learn Potions because they don't have the talent to cast spells, and finally become a basic potion master. Maybe my uncle also has some skills in this area." White replied casually, and continued, "I My uncle's family has settled in England for a long time, and lived near Diagon Alley. At that time, it was considered a well-known pure-blood family, but my uncle, as a rare squib in a pure-blood family , he was so discriminated against from birth that at the age of two his parents moved his family to South Africa for his mental health."

An owl flew from the sea, getting closer and closer until it was close to White. She grabbed the owl, took the newspaper from its feet, stuffed some money into the cloth pouch on its feet, opened it, took a look, and continued said:

"In the middle of the last century, my uncle returned to the United States from South Africa. Here, he saw all kinds of distortions in this new country-even in the wizarding circle of South Africa, he was ridiculed and stared at. He may He is the person who can empathize with discrimination the most. Seeing that the black slaves, Chinese laborers and original aborigines here are living worse than the house elves in the hands of Europeans, he is determined to change all this."

"A restoration?" Nelson asked in confusion. "Shouldn't he go backwards? How can he reverse the course of history?"

"It's not a restoration," White said with a blank look at him. "He protested in a Muggle way, and declared himself the emperor of the United States in the newspaper. Don't laugh, I laughed when I saw this at first, but it's more interesting." Yes, the local Muggles seem to be happy to see such a novel 'emperor' appear on their land."

"This country was a federal country from the beginning," Nelson thought, and the content finally returned to his familiar content, commenting, "They have never experienced a feudal society, so the 'emperor' is just a novelty for them." Fun stuff worth spending on."

"I think so too." White nodded. "My uncle found the most meaningful career in life: to fight for greater rights and more equal status for the group of Muggles under his rule, and he did Some achievements, such as this bridge under your feet, were originally proposed by him, but according to himself, his proudest achievement is running between Muggles and wizards as a Squib, making the Muggles of America The status is much higher than most countries and regions in the world - but I think what he does is boring, Muggles don't have wands anyway, don't know what he did, let alone remember him good."

"He is such an interesting and noble man." Nelson took off his soft felt hat and held it to his chest, and said seriously, "There are really few such people, and I think his last job is the most important." The great ones can contribute silently where others don't notice, which is more worthy of our study."

"You always have a strange sympathy for Muggles, but it's no wonder, you are still young, and you have seen too few things..." White took out his watch from his pocket to check the time, and said softly, old-fashioned, "Everyone has some idealized things in their heads when they are young."

"You're not old yet." Lori Ann lifted Dinkas in front of White, and the puppy licked her face to drool.

"Haha, compared to Nelson, I'm very old." White's cheeks were flushed, she talked about him from left to right, then picked up her watch and said, "It's time for him to come."

"Who?" Nelson took out the envelope on his body and asked, "Is this the person who signed it? The current emperor of the United States?"

"That's right." White nodded and said, "Norton II, he is my uncle's son, the difference is that he is a very powerful wizard"

After finishing speaking, she raised her watch and stared at the pointer on it. At the moment when the pointer pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon, a tall and thin man wearing a top hat appeared in front of the three of them.

Norton II was an unsmiling and serious man. He quickly glanced around, first nodded slightly to White, and then looked carefully at Lori Ann and Nelson.

He was wearing a navy blue straight uniform, which looked bright and bright in the sun, forming an interesting contrast with his serious face. There were glittering gold-plated epaulettes on the shoulders of the uniform, and several delicate epaulettes of different materials hung on the chest. Badge, which seems to have been issued to him by the United States Ministry of Magic.

In his left hand, he held a scepter that seemed to be made of metal. The body of the scepter was engraved with entangling patterns, and there was a small five-pointed star on the head of the scepter. The original color can be seen too much, and there is a black long-handled umbrella under the armpit. This umbrella is very worn out, but it is still clean. It can be seen that its owner usually does not use it to cover the rain. On the contrary, I love it very much.

Norton II has a thin figure, and the blue trousers hang on his legs, which looks empty. He wears a polished black leather boot on his left foot. , he is more like a staunch tin soldier than an emperor who inherited his father's career.

Finding that it was impolite to stare at other people's incomplete places like this, Nelson quickly raised his head, looked at Norton II's face, nodded with a smile, and said hello, and then he was able to carefully look at his face.

But Nelson didn't see clearly, or he didn't remember his appearance clearly. The extremely carefully groomed mustache on his upper lip almost occupied Nelson's entire impression of him, which left only one sentence in his mind : A serious tin soldier with a mustache.

"White." Norton II's eyes stayed on Nelson's face for a while, then he suddenly turned to White and said, "Your matter..."

His voice didn't sound like clanging clockwork as Nelson had imagined, but was gentle and youthful.

"Uncle Norton," White said, stopping his next words, "it's almost settled, very soon."

"That's good." Norton II nodded, took out a piece of paper and looked down, without saying a word.

Nelson was curious about what he was looking at, when he suddenly saw Norton II close the page and hand it to himself. After taking a look, he realized that the page turned out to be the letter of introduction he had just held in his hand.

"It's me." Norton II nodded, and a flash appeared in front of the copper plate next to Nelson. Only then did Nelson realize that this wizard with only one leg didn't seem to walk normally. The way to Apparate.

"A master," Nelson thought.

"Please come in." Norton II picked up the scepter, and lightly touched his father's name on the copper plate with the five-pointed star on the head of the scepter.

Nelson saw the tall bridge pier suddenly move in his direction, and when he was about to hit the pier, he found himself in a simple office, which reminded Nelson of Mrs. Cole office.

"Welcome to America," the first half of Norton II's words sounded beside Nelson. In the next second, he was already sitting behind his desk. The couch appeared behind the three of them, "Please sit down."

"I am Norton II, and my title is...Emperor of the United States." He seemed to resist this title, perhaps because it was a bit difficult to say. After all, "emperor" as a title itself is a very strange thing, but every time He introduced himself but had to say, he finished the sentence in a fast-forward speed, cleared his throat, and said, "I am currently serving as the director of the Department of International Affairs at the U.S. Department of Magic. I am personally responsible."

He nodded friendlyly to Nelson and Lori-Ann, his perfectly curved mustache flicked, and Nelson and Lori-Ann also nodded in return.

Norton II took off the top hat on his head, put it on the table, and began to explain some travel matters to Nelson and Lori Ann, such as the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, how to contact the Ministry of Magic, and some things to pay attention to.

"Since your procedures have already been handled by Miss White," he said, pointing at White, "the two of you don't need to waste too much time on the procedures of the Ministry of Magic. Since your destination is Ilvermorny, So are you going to take a tour first, or shall I send you to Ilvermorny first?"

"Let's go there first." Nelson and Lori Ann looked at each other and said, "Let's put our luggage down first."

"Okay, please follow me." Nelson raised his head and found that Norton II was already standing by the fireplace in the office, and was using Floo powder in it.

　Norton I did exist in history, but the description in this article does not completely conform to the historical facts, and some modifications have been made for the magical world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)