Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The midday sun shines on the fountain of Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort and Lucius, as well as Narcissa, Bella, and Professor George Fenn from London, were sitting around the dining table in front of the fountain drinking afternoon tea.

"I can't believe it, Mr. Voldemort, that such a creature exists in this world."

Professor George Fenn glanced into the distance, where there was a stone-wearing wall.

Unfortunately, as he is not a wizard, he cannot see the soul-eating monster Hodel inside.

"This shouldn't surprise you, Professor Fenn."

Voldemort took a sip of the hot chocolate and continued, "Dark wizards have created many similar creatures, but this is the most unique one."

"He is indeed unique, Mr. Voldemort."

Professor George Fen also took a sip of hot chocolate and said, "It seems that the psychological treatment plan for those Death Eaters is going to be modified. That guy will make them more vulnerable."

"Vulnerable? No, Professor Fenn, that would just make you crazier."

Voldemort smiled and shook his head and said, "I can't even imagine what those guys would do if I threw them directly into the magical world without your help."

Professor George Fenn smiled and nodded, agreeing with Voldemort's statement.

Bella on the side stared at Professor Fen with a dissatisfied frown. It was obvious that she was very hostile to this person.

This was not because he had healed Bella, but because of what he called Voldemort, which made Bella very dissatisfied.

Lucius, on the other hand, was in a completely opposite state to her.

He enjoyed Voldemort in this state very much. He seemed harmless to both humans and animals, and he spoke and acted in a calm manner.

It felt like Voldemort had turned into a Muggle and was chatting with an old Muggle friend.

He knew this was not an illusion, but he didn't dare to be as presumptuous as before.

After all, his last epiphany in Azkaban made him realize his problem.

Voldemort may have become gentler, but this is no reason for his arrogance.

Wolves eat meat and dogs eat shit. This is an eternal truth.

He felt that it was better not to try to challenge this truth.

"If I want to store this kind of creature in my new body, Professor Fen, can you give me any advice?" Voldemort asked the purpose of inviting Professor Fen here this time.

Professor George Fen frowned and said, "Stored in emotions, as you said before?"

Voldemort nodded, but other than that, he had not thought of any other way.

"I don't know much about magic, so I can't give you any more advice on how to do it, Mr. Voldemort."

Professor George Fenn said thoughtfully, but there was no complete rejection in his words.

Voldemort nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"But it seems to me that even if you do it - which must be difficult - its ability to absorb happy emotions is bound to cause trouble for you."

Professor George Fenn said seriously, "In the end, how to put him into his emotions may not be the biggest difficulty. The real difficulty may be how to eliminate the trouble he brings to you."

Voldemort nodded solemnly, this was also the problem that troubled him.

The only known way to resist Dementors, apart from the Patronus Charm, is the Stone of Weaning.

There are a large number of such stones in the castle of Azkaban.

It can effectively isolate wizards and dementors, and protect the strikers stationed there.

"Do you think there is any way to resist them?" Lucius suddenly asked.

Professor George Fenn glanced at Hodel in the distance, with a more interested look in his eyes.

It must be said that this is a very courageous psychiatrist.

After experiencing the initial surprise, he became full of curiosity about everything in the wizarding world.

And the Dementors were an existence that made him unable to stop.

After all, scholars who study psychology are naturally curious about this mysterious creature that can affect other people's emotions.

"I need a closer look, gentlemen, otherwise I can't really understand what it feels like just listening to your stories." Professor George Finn said.

Lucius looked at Voldemort, after all, there was danger in doing so.

Voldemort attaches great importance to Professor George Fenn, and he does not dare to make decisions beyond Voldemort.

"Of course, but if you get into trouble, it's best to give us advance notice."

Voldemort nodded and took out his wand and waved it.

He did not recite the magic spell, but a gap opened in the stone-weary wall in the distance.

"Hodel, stay close, but don't suck the pleasure too much."

Voldemort ordered loudly, while reaching out and touching Nagini.

The moment Hodel walked out of the stone-weary wall, she made a threatening "hiss" sound.

"Is he close?" Professor George Fenn asked with a shudder.

"Yes, just five meters behind you." Voldemort said.

Professor George Fen nodded and looked five meters behind him.

As far as he could see, there was nothing there.

"He is still approaching, Professor Fenn. This may cause more of your happiness to be sucked away. Be prepared." Voldemort said again.

Professor George Fenn glanced at him nervously and nodded to show that he understood.

Dementor Hodel approached again, and the cold air on his body made Voldemort feel uncomfortable.

As for happiness…

The ability of the dementors was not enough to suck his happiness. After he became more and more proficient in mastering his talents.

"Oh my God, make him stop."

Professor George Fen screamed tremblingly, his face turned frighteningly white.

"Okay, Hodel, go back." Voldemort said in a commanding tone.

Hodel looked at him, then gave Professor George Fenn a greedy look, and then reluctantly left, preparing to enter the stone-weary wall.

"No, Voldemort, don't let him get too far away from me, let me feel it again."

The trembling Professor George Fenn resisted the pain and said.

Voldemort frowned and thought, but did not immediately follow Professor George Fenn's words.

He didn't want anything to happen to Professor George Fenn. After all, there weren't necessarily that many Muggles who were truly capable and willing to help the Death Eaters.

Moreover, this is very familiar to use.

What was surprising was that Dementor Hodel did not leave. He seemed to understand the meaning of Professor George Fenn's words.

"Okay, just stand there and don't move," Voldemort said to Hodel, "and don't be too greedy."

Hodel nodded obediently and at the same time slowed down the speed of sucking happiness again.

"It was so terrifying. At that moment, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss." Professor George Finn said loudly.

"Is the feeling the same as what we described?" Lucius asked.

"No, it's completely different."

Professor George Fenn exclaimed, "He wanted to push me into the abyss and make me become like those who suffer from depression."

"depression?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. He really hadn't thought about this before.

But when Professor George Fen said this, he felt that people whose happiness was sucked away by dementors were really like those suffering from depression.

"Do you think there is any way to resist him?" Lucius asked again.

Professor George Fen turned his head and glanced into the distance, then shrugged and said: "I can't think of it, at least for now. Oh my god, I finally understand what Churchill said."

"Churchill? That Prime Minister, what did he say?" Lucius asked.

“Depression is like a black dog that bites me every chance it gets.”

Professor George Fenn exclaimed, "I feel like he's next to me, like the black dog chasing me."