Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

McGonagall had worked at the Ministry of Magic, but it was a bad memory.

She hated those people's discrimination and prejudice against Muggles, because she loved her Muggle father very much.

But even so, she was not disgusted with the Ministry of Magic, so she sneered at Master Flamel's words.

"Of course you can oppose me." Master Flamel looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said, "But they haven't done anything good, and they have also enacted some kind of secrecy law. Damn it, we used to be very free."

Voldemort smiled and nodded. He felt that he and Master Flamel would get along very well.

Or maybe, he is more compatible with the barbaric era hundreds of years ago.

"Nico, I think it's time for you to rest."

Dumbledore spoke, obviously he did not want Nico Flamel to stay here any longer.

"Yes, indeed."

Master Flamel did not refuse. He stood up slowly, "We always wander on the wrong path, Tom. Living a long life is more difficult than we think, but no matter what, stick to it."

"I will, Master Flamel," Voldemort said.

Master Flamel nodded, then he reached into his robe, rummaged for a while, and finally took out a copper key from it.

"No matter which door you stick it on, as long as you open the door, that's my home."

Passing the key to Voldemort, he added, "I may not be there, but the portrait can help you call me, do you understand?"

"Understood, Master."

Master Flamel nodded, then signaled to Dumbledore, and then walked tremblingly towards Filch's office not far away.

"I have protected my soul and life, but I cannot protect my body. It is too old. It is dragging me down on the road to immortality."

While sighing, he came to the door, took out a golden key from his pocket and inserted it.

"Goodbye, Dumbledore, goodbye, Tom, and you two, bye."

He raised his hat, then turned the key with a click and opened the door.

Behind the door, there was sunlight shining through, and he walked slowly inside.

"Snapped."

The door closed and Master Flamel left Hogwarts.

"Amazing alchemy."

Voldemort couldn't help but be curious, and walked over and opened the door, but behind the door was Filch's office.

"Do you give him permission, Albus, do you understand this alchemy?"

"I don't think we need to discuss this."

Dumbledore raised his wand, but did not use magic.

He frowned, as if thinking of something troublesome.

"Are you worried that you can't keep me?"

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore, smiled at him, and then twisted.

"Uh-huh."

The purple-gold curse rushed to the second floor. When Dumbledore was stunned, he had already rushed to the second floor corridor.

"What is he going to do?"

McGonagall picked up the wand, ran upstairs with the wizard's robe, and asked Dumbledore.

"I am not sure as well."

Dumbledore said, turning around and arriving on the second floor.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Elder Wand pointed forward, and the statues jumped off the wall one by one, but the purple-gold magic spell bypassed them very flexibly and quickly entered the bathroom.

"boom."

The door to the secret chamber opened again, and Voldemort jumped in without hesitation.

"What on earth are you going to do, Tom."

Dumbledore took a few steps forward, then turned around and came to the secret room.

"Snapped."

Voldemort's figure happened to fall from the corridor, and Dumbledore's Elder Wand immediately pointed at it.

The red curse was extremely fast, but Voldemort turned into purple-gold light and passed by it.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Dumbledore did not stop, he waved his wand vigorously, hitting Voldemort with one curse after another.

But Potujin is too flexible.

It is like a point of light, fast, small in area, and able to move dexterously, so the magic spell cannot hit it at all.

"Uh-huh."

Dumbledore mustered up all his strength to swing his wand, and a wave appeared. He tried to influence Voldemort's golden body.

"Buzz."

Potoo's golden body shook, and Voldemort's figure appeared, but before Dumbledore could take action, Voldemort crouched down first.

The basilisk eyes covered with blood were quickly put into a cloth bag by Voldemort.

"Are you here for this eye?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

Voldemort smiled at him, waved his wand, and the four long, thin teeth of the basilisk flew towards him one after another.

"Tom, you still have a collecting habit like you did when you were a child."

Dumbledore said, swinging his wand like a whip, and rolled it towards Voldemort.

"Bo."

Transforming into Porto again, Voldemort crashed directly into the wall behind him.

"Hiss~~~"

There was a sound in the purple-gold light, and then the wall jumped away with a "boom".

Dumbledore's eyes widened. He was surprised by the number of passages in the secret room.

Voldemort was not surprised that there were so many exits here.

You know, Slytherin relied on this place to teach students black magic, so it was natural to design more entrances and exits to avoid being followed.

This secret passage would only be more convenient if Slytherin hadn't destroyed most of the entrances before leaving Hogwarts.

"Here on the first floor, Principal."

After Dumbledore Apparated to the corridor on the second floor, he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

He quickly turned around again and came to the lobby on the first floor.

"Where is he."

Flitwick pointed toward the door, where a figure was flying with them on his back.

It was Voldemort, and Dumbledore knew he could fly.

"Aren't you going to keep him?" Mag asked.

"If there is a way to keep him, I will do it, McGonagall." Dumbledore whispered.

From his words, it is not difficult to feel his incompetence.

"He captured that dementor?" Flitwick asked, pointing to Voldemort's figure in the distance.

Voldemort had just plunged into the training ground, and then flew up again, and there was a tall figure under him.

It was that figure that Flitwick pointed at.

"Why did he take him away?" Mag asked doubtfully.

"I heard from Hagrid that Tom gave this dementor a name, maybe out of love." Dumbledore replied.

"He doesn't look like someone who does things because he loves it," McGonagall said.

Dumbledore shrugged and said nothing.

"Will he come again?"

McGonagall withdrew her gaze from Voldemort, who was flying away, and looked at Dumbledore and asked.

"Probably not. I can't think of anything else he needs here." Dumbledore shook his head.

Professor McGonagall nodded and silently looked up at Voldemort who disappeared into the sky.

"The Ministry of Magic should be informed, right, Dumbledore, although it's not very trustworthy there." Flitwick asked.

Dumbledore glanced at him, then nodded and looked to the sky again.

Flitwick stopped talking and also turned to look into the distance.

The three people, with their backs to the castle hall, looked at the disappearing figure in the distance, each with a heavy heart.

That man, he's back.

[The second volume of the Dark Lord and the Diary is completed]