Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

“You can move anyone on this list.”

Turville dove occupied the magpie’s nest and occupied the living room where Joanne worked, to entertain Malvolio who rushed over excitedly.

However, he had expected this, so as soon as he finished explaining the purpose of this trip, Tver took out a piece of paper that he had already prepared.

Malvolio glanced at the names on the paper. There were not many, and the positions were not particularly high, but they were in various departments and covered all age groups.

“This Voldemort is quite powerful. When the situation is almost one-sided, he can still win over so many people without knowing it.”

“Many of them were quietly bewitched by Voldemort because they were frightened by the three attacks he launched before. I guess some of them have already regretted it.” Tver replied casually.

Malvolio shook the list, “Then are you sure you want to hand them all over to the Death Eaters? They will not show mercy.”

“The mistakes these people committed in the last war have not yet been tried…”

Tver’s face was solemn and he looked up at him indifferently.

“Moreover, this is a life-and-death war. Since they chose to become traitors, they will have to suffer the consequences of failure.”

“How can there be any good thing in this world that only has advantages and no disadvantages?”

“Understood.” Malvolio immediately stopped asking. He did not expect that Tver would be so sensitive in this regard.

Tver took a sip of pumpkin juice to calm down his emotions and the atmosphere here.

“Let’s not talk about them. What about you? Are you sure you won’t attract his attention by acting as Voldemort’s undercover?”

“You have to pay attention to it already. One or two more people will not affect it,” Malvolio said arrogantly. “Now the Death Eaters are almost led astray by me. If you don’t want to keep him for a while, where will he be?” There are so many things!”

“Come on, the Death Eaters are just like having Stockholm syndrome when it comes to Voldemort. Unless Voldemort really chills them, you’re just a spare tire.”

Twil rolled his eyes.

Voldemort’s rule relies on profit and the absolute strength to maintain high pressure. As long as there is a possibility of success in the future he promised, and the strength to maintain this possibility, the Death Eaters will feel lucky in their hearts and will not rebel so easily.

Otherwise, he would not have driven Lucius and his gang out of England, just because he was afraid that these people would go back on their word.

Malvolio’s arrogance was suppressed, and he grabbed the bottle on the table angrily and poured himself a large glass of pumpkin juice.

“Then what do you think we should do? We can’t wait for Voldemort to kill all the Death Eaters frantically, right? We’ll probably all die of old age by then!”

“let me see……”

Tver pretended to raise his wrist and looked at it. There was no curse on his white skin.

“I can live for at least two to three hundred years, at least longer than you and Voldemort.”

“…”

Malvolio was hit hard and took a long sip of pumpkin juice in silence.

Both his and Voldemort’s souls are incomplete, so their life spans are naturally not as good as those of a pervert like Tver who has his own vitality!

Seeing his appearance, Tver could no longer tease him.

“But you don’t have to be too anxious. Just go step by step. Voldemort will be unable to sit still sooner or later.”

It’s not that Malvolio didn’t know this truth, it was only after he returned to the Death Eaters that he gradually understood what kind of environment he had left for the Death Eaters.

There, even a good person will inevitably be contaminated by a violent psychological atmosphere in such a big dye vat.

It can even be said that in order to fit into such an atmosphere, some people are forced to become more violent.

It is this mentality that makes them become more and more unscrupulous in the use of black magic, and also makes them go further and further into the darkness, and ultimately it is difficult to return.

Of course, this has something to do with Voldemort deliberately creating such an atmosphere.

But Malvolio was different now.

He himself is one of the earliest split souls of Tom Riddle, and can control his own emotions independently.

At that time, even the Death Eaters who followed him tended to follow ideals and radicalism.

Therefore, feeling the oppressive atmosphere within the Death Eaters, he couldn’t help but feel sad in his heart.

“Can I ask, what are you going to do with these Death Eaters?”

He asked cautiously, fearing that Twil would set him on fire after he said that he wanted these Death Eaters to kill each other.

This is not impossible. After solving Voldemort, Tver will definitely not leave these unstable factors behind.

Unless they are willing to stay in jail and do nothing!

“What, you feel sorry for your subordinates?”

Tver looked nonchalant on the surface, but in fact he was observing Malvolio’s expression.

Even if it was a Horcrux, he had

He is a Dark Lord. If the Death Eaters arouse the violence and desire in his heart, then Twill will——

Abort the plan!

Don’t worry, Malvolio’s combat power is much more important than this plan, how could he be willing to give up.

But Malvolio didn’t know this, but stared silently at the cup in his hand, as if wondering why the pumpkin juice tasted different from the one he drank in Tver’s office.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

“I’m just sighing. You’re obviously a leader, so why can you lead Aurors around to hunt Death Eaters…”

“And the Death Eaters I relied on back then were so dead and betrayed that they were all useless, as if they had been sucked stupid by dementors.”

“What exactly went wrong?”

Natwell knows it all too well!

“The program of action is wrong, Malvolio. The Death Eaters are ruled and guided by killing and tyranny, so the reward is naturally killing and tyranny.”

“This is the simplest means, but you have to know that no matter where you are, no matter what goal you want to achieve, simple means are not enough!”

Malvolio looked thoughtfully at the cup, lost in thought, but Tver was relieved.

“Since you asked, I won’t hide it.”

“I don’t want to kill those Death Eaters, but Voldemort’s plan is still unclear.”

“If he drives these people to attack Hogwarts…”

He paused. If Dumbledore was not dead, if something like the Battle of Hogwarts happened in the plot, the consequences would be beyond his imagination.

“You can only pray that Dumbledore’s attention is diverted by Voldemort, otherwise, I can’t help you.”

After getting the answer he wanted, although he was not satisfied, Malvolio nodded, stood up, and left with the questions and list he was still thinking about.

“he’s gone?”

Joanne came out of the room when she heard the noise, but when she glanced at the table, her eyes widened instantly.

“You actually drank all the pumpkin juice I worked so hard to cook?!”

“I’m a master of pumpkin juice tasting. You’ve earned it if I can help you taste it, okay?” Tver shamelessly drank the last bit of pumpkin juice in his cup.

“It’s not bad, but it would be more in line with my taste if it was sweeter.”

“???” Joanne dared not speak out in anger.

What’s the use of making it to suit your taste if I cook it for myself? !

“Can’t you just go to work quickly?!”