Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Quiet~~~"

Snape's voice echoed through the long, low Slytherin common room, and the chattering little snakes fell silent.

"The prefects will count the number of students and make sure that all students are here. Everyone else should sit down and there should be no noise."

The little snakes each found a place to sit. If there was really no place, they sat on the carpet.

The prefects began to call their names, and apart from their voices there was only the sound of charcoal burning in the fireplace.

"Dean Snape." Draco walked up to Snape and asked in a low voice, "What happened in the Chamber of Secrets after we left?"

Snape looked at Draco with a sullen face and said nothing.

Draco smiled awkwardly and prepared to turn around and return to his seat.

But just then, there was a noise from one side of the fireplace.

"boom."

The wall hung with medieval tapestries jumped to the side, causing everyone to turn their heads and look here.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of footsteps was heard, and not long after, three figures appeared there.

Snape's eyes widened in surprise, and Draco also looked in disbelief.

As for the other students, most were surprised and confused.

"Severus."

The students saw the leader taking a few steps forward, and then slowly stretched out his left hand.

No one understood what he meant until their dean hesitated for a moment and slowly stepped forward.

"Welcome back, Dark Lord."

Snape knelt on one knee and kissed Voldemort's left hand.

"Boom~~"

The quiet dungeon suddenly became noisy.

Some students backed away in fear, and some asked the classmates next to them in surprise if they heard it wrong.

But more people looked up at the Dark Lord with excitement.

"Quiet."

Voldemort spoke, and the sound echoed in the narrow dungeon like a bell.

The students covered their ears in pain and only put down their hands in fear until the sound disappeared.

"Severus." Voldemort looked at Snape, "According to our tradition, shouldn't you introduce my identity to everyone?"

In England, introducing oneself by yourself is an act of humiliation.

When nobles meet for the first time, they must be introduced by an intermediary with sufficient status. Only in this way can the extraordinaryness of the person being introduced be shown.

"certainly."

Snape stood up and looked at his students, "Standing before you is the King of Slytherin, the most powerful Dark Wizard in history, the pride of pure blood, our Dark Lord."

"Welcome the Dark Lord."

Draco was the first to stand up. He shouted loudly and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Behind him, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Parkinson and others followed closely and knelt down on one knee, shouting.

Then, one, two, three...

Finally, all the students in Slytherin shouted in unison and knelt on the ground.

There was no one left standing in front of Voldemort.

Behind him, Luna raised her head slightly and watched everything quietly.

Neville twisted his body nervously, hesitating between softening and hardening his knees.

"Just stand still."

Voldemort whispered to the two of them, then turned his head with a happy smile on his face.

Yes, not happy, but happy.

He raised his hands, placing his wand gently between his right fingers.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Hmm~~"

Many students raised their heads curiously, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Only Draco looked up at Voldemort with envy and admiration on his face.

"Smells like Slytherin, I like this dungeon."

Voldemort spoke slowly, his voice soft but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The Slytherin Common Room, also known as the Dungeon, certainly looks the part.

"Arise, my children, my future."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and helped Draco up himself.

"I taught you magic last year, but I have to say that my status limits my teaching level."

As Voldemort spoke, he waved his hands and asked everyone to sit down.

"What is magic?"

He looked at Draco, obviously asking him to answer his question.

"It is the power that wizards rely on to survive." Draco stood up and said.

Voldemort smiled and nodded, motioning for him to sit down.

"Power, this is the answer I want." After he finished speaking, the wand pointed at Gemma Farley sitting behind, "Tell me, what is power?"

Gemma Farley stood up nervously. She hesitated for a moment, looking like she wanted to ask Voldemort some questions, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Gemma, you used to be my assistant. If you have any questions, just ask." Voldemort put his hands behind his back, and his wide sleeves caught the wind.

"It was really you last year..."

"It's me, Gemma, tell me, what is power?" Voldemort interrupted her and asked.

"A powerful spell." Gemma said, puffing out her chest.

Voldemort nodded and motioned for her to sit down.

"A powerful spell..."

Voldemort murmured, walking in front of the exquisite fireplace, "What is a powerful spell?"

The words he murmured seemed to be asking himself.

The students stared at him curiously, deeply attracted by his questions.

"Is that it?"

Voldemort said, swinging his wand, and a green light shot onto the wall.

"Oh my god, it's the killing curse."

Some senior students said in surprise.

"Or it is."

Voldemort waved his hand again, and an explosive spell hit the wall, causing the rough stone wall to crack.

"Boom~~~"

Stones and snow were flying, and the explosions lasted for a while before they stopped.

"Or..."

Voldemort's voice became very deep, "It."

A wisp of flame shot out from in front of Voldemort's wand. At first, it was still a small wisp, but gradually it grew larger and larger, and finally became as thick as a python.

It flies through the sky and roams the Slytherin dungeons, devouring everything that touches it.

"It's Li Huo. I know him. This is Li Huo."

Crabbe stood up in surprise and shouted excitedly.

"You understand it?"

Voldemort asked Vincent Crabbe.

"Yes, teach...the Dark Lord, I understand it."

Crabbe said a little incoherently, "This is my family magic. My father said that when I am older, he will teach it to me."

"A very good family heritage. I think everyone here has this heritage because you are all purebloods."

Voldemort smiled and said to everyone, and then looked at Crabbe, "Tell me about its characteristics, Vincent. I think you know it, right?"

"Yes, the Dark Lord." Vincent nodded excitedly, but he did not answer the question immediately, but said, "You actually remember my name. Dear Dark Lord, the Crabbe family will take this as a tribute. Glory."

Voldemort gave him a handsome and encouraging smile, and then scanned the entire dungeon.

"I remember each of your names, because you are Slytherin, you are my future and the future of the wizarding world."

The little snakes were so excited that, under the leadership of Draco, they once again fell at the feet of Voldemort.

Like their parents before them, they gave glory to the Dark Lord.

Generation after generation, endless life.