Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Mrs. Longbottom came home from outside wearing a hat made of stuffed vultures and holding a large red handbag.

Her figure was a bit stooped. After entering the living room alone, she began to sit on a chair in a daze.

She had just returned from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, and the condition of her two children was not improving.

This didn't surprise her, it had been like this for more than ten years.

But she still had the disappointment in her heart after her expectations failed. The sound of the pendulum in the silence made this disappointment secretly ferment.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mrs. Longbottom started up and walked out of disappointment.

She looked at the door, her eyes full of doubts.

Who will come to visit her at this time?

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door was knocked again, and the old man finally made a move.

She stood up and walked quickly to the foyer.

"Crunch."

The door was opened, and a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Neville?"

There was confusion and surprise in her voice, but then she felt like she was struck by lightning, "You were fired by them?"

This was indeed her worst fear, and she hoped Neville would give her a negative answer.

But Neville's face became extremely ugly, and it felt as if something more serious than being expelled had happened.

"Mrs. Longbottom."

A voice sounded from behind Neville, finally attracting the old man's attention.

She followed the voice and saw a slightly familiar face.

"Are you...a mysterious person?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, this face was all too familiar to her.

During those dark years, this face often appeared in newspapers.

"It's me, but I prefer you to call me Voldemort. Besides, it's impolite to call people by their nicknames..."

Before Voldemort had finished speaking, Mrs. Longbottom in front of him suddenly took action.

With agility well beyond her age, she pulled Neville into the hall and closed the door even faster.

"Bang."

The door slammed shut, and Voldemort turned to look at Luna.

"She's very impatient," Luna said calmly.

Voldemort pouted, then took out his wand, but before he could use his magic, the door opened again.

"How did you deceive Neville, you damn scoundrel?"

She roared angrily, picked up her wand and cast a disarming spell on Voldemort.

I have to say that at this moment, Voldemort was a little confused.

Even a duelist like Flitwick would seem a little nervous when facing him.

But the old man in front of him actually took the initiative.

Not only that, she also humiliated herself with words.

"Whoosh."

After deflecting the spell, Voldemort threw out a spell before Mrs. Longbottom could use the second spell.

It wasn't some powerful black magic, he just fell unconscious. He wasn't here to kill anyone.

"Don't hurt my grandma."

Neville's roaring voice came, and then Mrs. Longbottom, who was about to block Voldemort's curse, suddenly felt herself being hit hard from behind.

Immediately afterwards, she jumped into the air and rolled down the steps.

"Bang."

Behind her, Neville, who struck out angrily, was hit by a stun spell and fell down.

Voldemort looked at Luna again. The little girl was scratching her head, looking as confused as him.

"Oh, my grandson..."

Mrs. Longbottom wailed, ran up the steps and picked up Neville who fainted.

"It's just a stun spell, Mrs. Longbottom. I think he's fine." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Go away, you villain." Mrs. Longbottom looked at Voldemort, her eyes slowly filled with hatred and determination, "Although I don't know how you seduced my grandson, I will not agree with him. Going with you."

"Can we go in and talk?" Voldemort pointed to the crowd watching the excitement in the distance and said, "It's not convenient to talk here, isn't it?"

"snort."

Mrs. Longbottom snorted angrily and turned to go indoors, but she did not close the door.

Voldemort followed closely with Luna and quickly closed the door from the inside.

"If I were you." Mrs. Longbottom used magic to wake up Neville, turned to Luna and said, "I would not choose to follow him, my child. He is the most evil dark wizard in history."

Luna smiled at her, but said nothing.

This caused Mrs. Longbottom to give Voldemort a vicious look, as if to say, "This is all your fault."

"Neville, you told your grandma that you wanted to learn from me..."

"That's impossible."

Mrs. Longbottom interrupted Voldemort and said viciously, "The Longbottom family is at odds with you."

"Old lady, are you always so irritable?"

Voldemort said with a frown and played with the wand in his hand.

Mrs. Longbottom opened her mouth, but when her eyes saw the wand being turned rapidly by Voldemort, she held back the words she wanted to say.

"Is this right? We have to communicate, right?"

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. He stood up and walked to the semi-open kitchen, waving his wand.

The kitchen utensils began to dance on their own, and soon four cups of sweet chocolate milk were ready.

"I hope Neville will study magic with me. Of course, I can assure you that he will not join the Death Eaters."

Voldemort picked up the chocolate milk in front of him, took a sip and said.

"Impossible." The old woman hugged her grandson and said firmly.

She looked at Voldemort with eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

In her opinion, her son and daughter-in-law became like that because of the person in front of her.

What's more, even if they are not injured, with their dual identities of Order of the Phoenix and Auror, they must be hostile to the person in front of them.

And how could she let her grandson recognize a thief as his father?

"You should give up your heart." She roared again.

"Tsk."

Voldemort smacked his mouth and put the chocolate milk on the coffee table, "Too little chocolate, Mrs. Longbottom. Don't buy this brand next time."

Mrs. Longbottom frowned and snorted, but said nothing.

"We always have to give our children a choice, right?"

Voldemort leaned on the sofa and said, "Their wishes should be taken seriously, right?"

"You don't need it here. Mysterious man, please leave here. My grandson will go to Hogwarts to study." Mrs. Longbottom still refused.

"They couldn't teach him well."

Voldemort said, reaching out to signal Longbottom to come to him, but his grandmother held him back.

"Use a disarming charm, Neville, and show your grandma what they've done to you."

Voldemort did not force Neville to come over, he just told him.

Neville nodded and took out his wand.

This time, Mrs. Longbottom did not choose to refuse.

In fact, she also wanted to know Neville's level.

Although he has no hope in his grandson's magical talent, who doesn't hope that his grandson will succeed?