Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Faintly, there were mixed sounds coming from a distance.

This voice interrupted Voldemort's daze and forced him to think faster.

In an instant, consciousness entered the world of memory, and Voldemort's time became full.

In the magnificent memory world, memories are constantly being performed like the real world.

If Voldemort is willing, he can even catalyze a false world based on this small piece of memory.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he focused his eyes on the gaps in the small worlds.

There, the invisible river of destiny, under the influence of its own consciousness, guides these worlds, making them stagnant and repeating themselves.

"Am I also in such an illusory world?"

Voldemort murmured to himself, but he quickly shook his head and denied the question.

Not because it’s not worth thinking about, but because it doesn’t make any sense.

For a very goal-oriented person like Voldemort, he did not allow himself to indulge in such problems.

"Follow the path of destiny, or break it?"

"Has the fate after the break also been anchored?"

"But if we follow it blindly, will everything lead to ultimate destruction?"

When you give up thinking in a philosophical sense, everything becomes thinkable.

Soon after, Voldemort's consciousness returned to reality again.

"August, what is the future in your memory?"

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, August suddenly trembled.

It looked like he was frightened by something.

"Master, the contract does not allow me to tell that future." August said.

Voldemort nodded and did not make it difficult for him. Instead, he asked after thinking: "Do you think I should follow this future?"

"The master already has the answer, August will follow the master's will." August said.

Voldemort nodded, indeed, he already had the answer in his heart.

"Then do it, August, gain Snape's trust and find his 'confidence'." Voldemort said solemnly.

He had no intention of changing this "fate", because Snape's "confidence" was something he had to explore.

And this is an opportunity not to be missed.

He couldn't guarantee that such an opportunity would come again.

"As you command, Master."

After August lowered his body, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, then stopped talking and looked outside the cell door.

The noise in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the large team might have arrived.

He still had some arrangements with Snape, so he couldn't waste any more time here.

"Master, I beg you."

August took two steps forward, knelt down on one knee in front of Voldemort again and said, "Please make me your knight."

Voldemort looked back and saw the other party looking up at him with burning eyes.

"Does this also come from 'fate'?" Voldemort asked.

"No, Master, this is not fate."

August said, "My destiny has been revealed and my path has been determined. I just... hope to be rewarded by you."

Voldemort thought for a moment, raised his wand, and tapped his shoulder three times.

"Don't be blinded by fate, don't let your thoughts be bound by the rope of fate."

After giving the motto, Voldemort solemnly said: "August Rookwood, you are my first knight. In the name of the Dark Lord, I give you the name: Knight of Destiny."

"Thank you, Dark Lord, I will use my life to protect your will."

August put one hand on his chest and bowed to thank him.

And when he stood up again, his eyes were full of determination.

"Pay attention to your own safety, August. You are one of the few talented Death Eaters. I hope you can make it to the end." Voldemort reached out and patted his shoulder.

"I will, Dark Lord, I will definitely watch your glory shine on the entire wizarding world."

Augustus bowed again, his hoarse voice also full of beautiful longing for the future.

Voldemort nodded, said no more, and directly turned into off-white light and shot out.

When he left the castle, he saw that the front of the castle was full of excited students, as well as their parents and Death Eaters mixed in among these people.

"Whoosh."

When Voldemort's figure appeared again, Bella was the first to approach him and told the situation at the scene.

"Where's Snape?" Voldemort asked.

"He is looking for an opportunity to sneak into the castle." Lucius came over and said, "But this needs to happen after the chaos occurs."

Voldemort nodded, took out the mask and put it on his face, then waved his hand for everyone to follow him and get closer to the chaotic crowd.

"Call Snape over."

After the group got close to the crowd, Voldemort said to Lucius.

"yes."

Lucius responded and squeezed into the aggressive crowd.

"Why don't you take action?" Voldemort asked Bella, "Senior Abu, aren't you afraid that Dumbledore will cause trouble?"

"Mad-Eye is here. Old Malfoy feels that unless the emotions are intensified to a certain level, the parents will not dare to take action." Bella came closer and explained.

Voldemort nodded, scanning the team of strikers, and soon found Mad-Eye.

"Nott, tell Abu that when Snape comes back to him, take action directly, and I will deal with Mad-Eye." Voldemort's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

An Auror who has been retired for many years, even if he was very capable back then, how capable is he now?

If you are timid when facing such people, what should you do when facing Dumbledore?

"I know." Old Nott responded, but after taking two steps, he stopped and asked, "Are you bringing your emotions with you?"

"Bring it over." Voldemort said.

Old Nott nodded and then squeezed into the crowd in front.

Not long after, Snape and Malfoy came over one after another.

"Left arm."

Before Snape could speak, Voldemort said.

Snape did not dare to speak and directly lifted the robe on his left arm, revealing the Dark Mark.

A python spit out from the mouth of a huge skull made of green stars.

It was a dull mark, and the Dark Lord did not light it.

This meant that he did not announce his return to the Death Eaters.

"not the right time yet."

Voldemort warned himself in his mind, resisting the thought of lighting it on fire, and tapped the mark with his wand.

For a moment, the mark seemed to come alive.

The turquoise light gave off a weak gaze, and the python in its mouth straightened up instantly and separated from its arm, standing on Snape's arm.

"Thank you, my master." Snape said with relief.

He did have reason to be relieved. If Voldemort didn't give him the mark, he wouldn't be able to convince the Death Eaters.

Before this, he had been troubled by this.

He even felt that this was the Dark Lord looking for a reason to punish him.

But with this mark, everything becomes different.

At least those Death Eaters who were still loyal to Voldemort would obey his orders.

As for those who are disobedient, they are not his concern.

If you dare to refuse Voldemort's orders, you must be prepared to bear Voldemort's wrath.

Snape was happy to see those people punished, it would give him some relief from his heavy heart again.