Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Ms. Rosmerta, you look as beautiful as ever."

In the Three Broomsticks bar, Voldemort softly admired—perhaps due to the influence of the remnant ghost, he actually found Rosmerta, who was in her 40s, more attractive than Daenerys, who looked in her early twenties.

"Quillo, you talk more than before." Rosmerta winked at him, then handed him a glass of butterbeer and said, "You seem to be in a good mood."

Voldemort raised his glass, took a long sip, and then said, "It's really good. I'm going to meet Dumbledore today to interview as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

He said, handing the interview letter to Rosmerta.

"Do you want to borrow my fireplace?" she asked after taking the letter and looking at it.

"Yes, but it's still early. I need to eat something first. I'm hungry."

Voldemort said, taking the letter and putting it in his arms - the Three Broomsticks Pub was one of the few places he knew that could connect to the Hogwarts fireplace.

Of course, the initiative lies with Hogwarts. Generally speaking, if the letter says two o'clock, the fireplace will be turned on around half past one, and he can enter the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office from here.

And the reason why he was so happy was of course not just because of the interview. The main reason was that he had confirmed through the phone call last night that Dumbledore had not entered the Dursley's house.

It seemed that it was Harry's weakness that triggered the magic that Dumbledore had left on him - it was also possible that the Squib informed him - but in any case, Dumbledore did not pursue it.

"I can make you a sandwich, if you want."

Rosmerta said, turning around to sort out the ingredients. Voldemort looked at her graceful figure - he suddenly thought of Ron. If he remembers correctly, Ron was interested in this lady...

Sure enough, a man remains a boy until he dies.

"No problem, Ms. Rosmerta."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosmerta turned her head and saw his downward gaze, and her cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Sorry, ma'am, all I can say is, you are so beautiful."

Voldemort said without any guilt, which caused Ms. Rosmerta to glare at him shyly, then looked away with a smile and began to prepare lunch for him.

Voldemort shrugged, glanced at the landlady's beautiful figure a few more times, and then looked out the window.

I have to say that Hogsmeade is indeed a village. Not to mention its small size, the number of people is also very sparse.

The wizarding world has never been a prosperous place. As far as he knows, the number of wizards in the entire UK is only a few thousand - a few thousand. In his home country, there are so many people in larger villages.

"If you think about it this way... the war between me and the White Devil should be regarded as a village fight... No, we all have wands as weapons, so it is a village-level fight with weapons..."

This thought made Voldemort laugh out loud, causing Rosmerta to give him a confused look.

After lunch, Voldemort did not wait for the Hogwarts fireplace to open. Instead, he walked to the Fengya Witch Clothing Store not far away - he wanted to pick out some stylish clothes.

Being able to advertise at the Quidditch World Cup shows that the Fengya brand is quite powerful in the wizarding world - he has been to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop in Diagon Alley, which is too ordinary. The Extraordinary Clothing Shop is good, but the women there The clothes for men are very good, but the men's clothes are too ordinary.

"Welcome, what do you need?"

As soon as she entered the store, the clerk asked enthusiastically - maybe no one had come in all morning, so her enthusiasm made Voldemort quite uncomfortable.

"Choose one outfit, and if it's in good condition, I don't mind choosing two."

Voldemort said, searching the store with his eyes, and soon he was surprised by a set of clothes.

It was a set of black wizard attire, with simple purple patterns on the chest and arms, and silver embroidery on the collar and cuffs. The matching wizard robe was not roomy, but rather slim-fitting - this was the first time he had seen it. Such a wizard's robe.

"This is our new model this year, designed by Mrs. Westwood, using..." the clerk introduced eloquently.

"Get a set and let me try it," Voldemort interrupted her.

Not long after, he put on this wizard robe, and I have to say that his overall energy and energy looked much better.

"The material is very comfortable. How much does it cost?" Voldemort asked.

"For a complete set, it's twenty-six gold galleons." The clerk's words were somewhat excited.

Voldemort was stunned. At this price, it was really not cheap.

"Pack the clothes I changed into." After Voldemort said that, he paid and left.

After he left the Fengya Witch Clothing Store, he headed towards the Devis-Bans Magic Equipment Shop at the end of Hogsmeade Village - he needed to buy some equipment here to repair the Vanishing Cabinet.

"Few people buy a complete set of magic cabinet repair tools now."

The shop owner brought a big box and put it on the table and said, "There is a tool manual in it, but it requires a little alchemy knowledge to understand."

Voldemort nodded, and after paying, he glanced at the looking glass on the counter - he actually wanted to buy one, but he was just afraid that it would keep ringing.

"The latest model of chirping speculum has many more functions, including volume adjustment..."

"No, thank you." Interrupting the boss's introduction, Voldemort picked up the box and put it into a cloth bag in his pocket - the bag had been cast a traceless stretching spell.

It's illegal to use a telescopic spell in private, but who cares? At least the boss just pretended not to see it and didn't say a word.

Leaving Dervis-Bans, Voldemort returned to the Three Broomsticks pub again.

"Quirrell, this dress suits you so well." Seeing Voldemort walking in, the landlady's eyes lit up and she praised sincerely.

"I think so too." Voldemort shook his magic robe, "And the light magic robe is more comfortable to wear."

"I think so, but there are indeed few wizards here who like slim-fitting wizard robes, but wizards in the United States like this." Rosmerta said, reaching out to touch the material of the wizard's robe.

Voldemort did not retreat, and as Lady Rosmerta approached, he smelled perfume - something he was sure he had not experienced before.

Looking at Rosmerta carefully, he suddenly discovered that the makeup of the lady in front of him seemed to be different from before, looking... more refined.

"Did you touch up your makeup?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"What? Oh, yes." Ms. Rosmerta's cheeks were slightly red, which made her look more attractive. "I washed my face and simply touched it up."

Voldemort smiled, this makeup didn't look "simple" at all.

"This makeup suits you better and makes you more beautiful." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Really?" She touched her face, looking a little shy.

An ambiguous atmosphere rippled between the two, and Voldemort felt that he should do something at this time, otherwise the warm midday sunshine would be wasted.

"Rosmerta, give me a drink."

The shop door was suddenly pushed open, and the visitor broke through all the ambiguity, causing Ms. Rosmerta to turn around and walk behind the bar in a hurry.

"Then...I'm going to use the fireplace." Voldemort told her and walked to the second floor of the bar.

I really want to give this bearded Avatar a big melon... Voldemort thought irritably.