Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Creak... creak..."

Dim street lights shine into the park, a pair of swings are swinging, and figures one large and one small sit side by side.

"Professor, I found a lot of information about that person because of Snape." After silence, little Hermione said, "That person is not a pure blood, right?"

"No, but the glory of having pure blood." Voldemort said firmly.

"Is he doing all this to protect the interests of pure blood?" Little Hermione asked with a frown.

Voldemort was stunned. He thought for a moment and shook his head helplessly.

"What for?" little Hermione wondered.

"There are always people who are unwilling to be ordinary and full of desire for power."

Voldemort's face was half in shadow and half illuminated by the dim streetlight. Hermione turned her head and saw a trace of helplessness from the corner of the mouth of the half of the face illuminated by the streetlight.

"Professor, are you feeling sorry?" Hermione said softly.

Voldemort turned to look at Hermione, and the two looked at each other for a long time before they separated.

"He is just like us, Hermione. That is a good opportunity for us." Voldemort turned his head and waved his wand, making the swing swing faster.

"Us?" Hermione asked curiously, "Are you talking about Muggle wizards?"

Voldemort nodded and remained silent.

"In your opinion, he screwed up, don't you, Professor?" Hermione asked.

"Yes."

"Why, Professor?"

"Paranoia, arrogance, lack of respect for life, lack of understanding of social structure, there are many reasons, but the core should be too selfish."

"But the wizarding world today is also very good. Although bad things happen in school, overall it is still good."

Hermione looked at Voldemort again. Even with the backlight, there was light in her eyes.

"Because of Dumbledore." Voldemort looked at her with a smile on his face, "Some people can bring darkness, and some people can bring light. But the light is more than a hundred years old, and we can't count on someone who is more than a hundred years old. Older people do more.”

"Professor, will you take over as the principal and shine brightly?" Hermione asked expectantly.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, reached out and touched Hermione's messy hair, and said, "For some reasons, I don't have that opportunity anymore."

"I don't understand." Hermione shook off Voldemort's hand unhappily and pouted.

"When you grow up, you will understand."

Voldemort's words made Hermione even more unhappy. She turned her head dissatisfied and didn't speak for a long time.

The two of them stopped talking, and the park returned to silence, until after a long time, Hermione finally couldn't bear the silence anymore.

"Professor, can you tell me about purebloods? What do they represent?" Hermione asked.

"The core of the wizarding world." Voldemort said without hesitation, "Most of the people you know who are powerful enough are from pure blood or wizard families with a long enough history."

"What about their glory?" Hermione asked again.

"This is too complicated, Hermione, this is just a statement." The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up again.

He really couldn't feel the glory of pure blood, especially when those Death Eaters were kneeling in front of him - he himself was of mixed blood origin.

"Then what's its significance?" Hermione frowned, confused.

"Painting...or rather, dreaming."

Voldemort murmured, "You know, when you want to make a change - not yourself, but the world - you need some like-minded people. At this time, a vague but catchy name is very attractive. ."

"So that person chose the pureblood with the largest number?"

"It has something to do with his origin. As far as I know, he has some Slytherin blood. He is the founder of Slytherin House and the Slytherin who ran away from Hogwarts."

Hermione's little mouth turned into an "O" shape in surprise, and she looked at Voldemort with wide eyes.

"This doesn't mean anything, Hermione. Go look at the genealogy of the British royal family. Many of their blood relatives have become ordinary people."

Hermione put away her surprise, but she still felt that this was a very magical thing - an eleven-year-old girl still believed in fairy tales about princesses and princes, and intelligence and knowledge were two different things.

"The Ron family is pure blood, right? Very pure."

"Yes, as far as I know, his family has not married Muggles, but maybe they will find a Muggle wizard in the future."

"Harry's family is also pure blood, but they found a Muggle wizard, right?"

"Yes, things are changing, and the wizarding world is becoming more open."

"Then why is Ron so poor, but Harry is so rich, and the Malfoy family is so rich, shouldn't all purebloods be rich?"

"That's not the case, Hermione. Creating and keeping wealth is very difficult. Every family has done a lot for this, especially those families that have a long history."

"Why is Ron's family so poor?"

"The ancestors did not leave enough wealth, and the contemporary Weasleys have many children and have advanced consumption concepts. There are many reasons. In short... they deserve it."

"They're against that guy, right? Weasley has always been a Gryffindor, they don't like Slytherin."

"Of course people who don't get benefits have to oppose those who have vested interests. Of course, this is more complicated."

"Where's the complexity?"

"Interpersonal relationships, discordant personalities... are too complicated, Hermione. The appearance of that person is a conflict of interests, but at the same time it also sets off a revolution in the wizarding world, but he is too ignorant and has no goals."

"What goals do you think he should have?" Hermione looked at Voldemort curiously and asked.

"I didn't think so, Hermione, I'm not him." Voldemort said with a bitter smile.

"You must have thought about similar questions. Tell me, professor, what kind of goal do you think we should have?" Hermione asked.

Voldemort frowned, thought for a long time, and said, "We should make the wizarding world more open and tolerant. Magic needs to progress, just like the Muggle world."

"What happened to the Muggle world?" Hermione asked.

She is only eleven years old and does not have a good understanding of the ups and downs of world history over the past hundred years or the promising future brought about by the development of science and technology.

"The Muggle world is developing rapidly. Hermione, I have a Muggle friend who bought a patent for a technology called the World Wide Web that was developed only the year before last. He said that it could change the world."

"World Wide Web? Never heard of it." Hermione shook her head and said, she had no idea what the professor meant.

"Computer, you know, right?" Voldemort seemed to be interested, turned around and asked.

"Know."

"The World Wide Web can connect these computers, just like a phone, but it is more convenient and can convey more information. You can watch everything thousands of miles away through the computer, not like TV, but everyone can share information."

"Can it really be so magical?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Of course, and in the foreseeable future, computers will also make great progress. Muggles can use computers to do many things, and even develop robots, just like in science fiction blockbusters."

Hermione was amazed. The world described by Voldemort was completely beyond her imagination.

"Alas, the wizarding world..."

Voldemort suddenly lost all interest, turned around and sighed.

Hermione, who was staring at the professor excitedly and imagining more, was stunned by Voldemort's lament, but think carefully about the contrast between the two worlds...

"Alas~~~" The little girl also lamented like a little adult.

As the night went on, the street lights became dimmer, leaving Voldemort and Hermione's faces immersed in darkness.

The two of them were silent, not saying a word, only the old swing making a "creak~creak~" sound, as if it was telling the story of the obsolescence and age of the wizarding world.

Available: First update!