Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Professor George Fenn's words made Voldemort froze in place.

"Black dog?"

His mind was locked on this word and could not break away for a long time.

Turning to look at Hodel, Voldemort found that he was looking at Professor George Fenn with his head tilted.

Obviously, this somewhat intelligent dementor couldn't figure out what connection he had with the black dog.

"Professor Fenn, can you say what you just said again?" Voldemort asked.

"Which sentence?" Professor George Fenn asked doubtfully.

"That's what Churchill said." Voldemort said.

"Oh, that's one of his famous sayings: Depression is like a black dog that bites me every chance it gets." Professor George Fenn said, "He has been tortured by depression for most of his life."

"The black dog he mentioned represents depression?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, I have seen countless such patients, Mr. Voldemort. It is a mental illness that is extremely harmful to the mind."

Professor George Fen shook his head in pain and said, "But I have never experienced their pain before. I think this understanding will be of great help to me in treating them in the future."

"Depression... what kind of emotion is it?" Voldemort asked.

"Pain, pessimism, and world-weariness." Professor George Finn shook his head and said, "In short, all negative emotions will appear in turn during depression."

"Negative emotions?"

Voldemort murmured, but his thoughts had already flown away from here.

"There is always a way to resist, right?" Seeing that Voldemort was a little distracted, Lucius took the initiative to grab the right to speak and asked.

"There are some drugs that suppress emotions, but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Mental things are always extremely complicated."

After Professor George Fen finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "Can Trouble make him leave me? I think I won't be able to bear it if this continues."

"Okay, Professor Finn."

After Voldemort returned to his position, he immediately looked at Hodel, "Go back to the stone-weary wall, Hodel, your mission is over."

Dementor Hodel turned his head to look at Voldemort, but then tilted his head again and looked at Professor George Fenn.

"He's not calling you a black dog, he's just saying the negativity you bring is like a black dog, Hoddle, that's a description."

As Hodel spent more and more time in human society, he gradually began to become humanoid.

Obviously, he was deeply troubled by the "black dog" phrase, and Voldemort had to explain it.

"call."

After receiving the explanation, Hodel swung his body away from the long table and walked towards his own wall.

"Solve the problem physically. Maybe magic can suppress it for a long time." Voldemort looked at Professor George Fenn again and said.

"That won't work." Professor George Fenn immediately refused. "Although it can resist the pain, it will also keep your emotions in a constant state. Believe me, that is not a life for humans."

Voldemort thought about the effects of the drugs in Lin Zuo's memory and nodded in agreement.

"It looks like I have to find another way, Professor Fen. I think I need you to help me worry about this." Voldemort looked at Professor George Fen again and said.

"Of course, this is my expertise, Mr. Voldemort. If I come up with anything, I will communicate with you in time."

After Professor George Fen finished speaking, he winked and said, "Use your family's unique communication method."

A smile appeared on Voldemort's face, remembering the meeting with Professor Finn when he received the Hogwarts admission notice.

"Yes, a unique way."

Voldemort raised the hot chocolate and drank it in one gulp.

…

Ministry of Magic.

Department of Mysteries.

"Churchill's words?"

Sir Gamp frowned and asked in confusion.

Voldemort nodded and said, "Yes, this is my guess. It may not be accurate, but at least it leads to an emotional answer."

Gamp nodded, but his frown did not relax.

Oh my God, will Death use Churchill's famous quote to send a message?

He didn't think so, but Voldemort's guess sounded very reasonable.

"Apart from this, do you have any other guesses?" Sir Gamp asked again.

"Unknown, Sir Gamp, but everyone knows it, and I don't think it means anything."

When Voldemort said this, hesitation showed on his face, and Sir Gamp keenly captured the change in his expression.

"If you have any other guesses, Mr. Sylvester, I hope you can tell me. Those who remain silent will be rewarded." Sir Gamp said quickly.

"It's a guess, but it may not be correct." The hesitation on Voldemort's face became even stronger.

"Please tell me the answer." Sir Gamp bowed.

"This involves some secrecy, Sir Gamp. If it is not necessary..."

"Do you have any needs?" Sir Gamp interrupted, "I can help you solve your needs first, and then get your answer."

"Demand..."

Voldemort looked at Gamp, with a different taste in his eyes.

"Your personal needs, Mr. Sylvester, we will not get involved in outside matters, you know." Sir Gamp said hurriedly.

"But the portkey..."

"That is not difficult to obtain, Mr. Sylvester. I think with your power in the magical world, you can do it as long as you are given more time." Sir Gamp said.

Voldemort thought of Crouch.

If we use his power, we might be able to do it.

But if it’s ten minutes…

"Well, Sir Gamp, for the sake of our friendship, I will tell you another piece of news about the black dog."

Voldemort began to tell the story of Sirius Black, the only other person he could think of to be associated with the Black Dog.

"Sirius Black?"

After hearing this, Sir Gamp shook his head like a rattle and said, "This is impossible, sir, the God of Death will not make such a request."

"Then I really have no other ideas." Voldemort shrugged.

"Thank you very much, sir. Do you want to worship with us this time?"

Sir Gamp obviously meant to sacrifice negative emotions.

Voldemort was not interested in participating in this matter again, so he shook his head and expressed that he did not want to go.

"Then please wait for me in the office for a moment, and I will fulfill my promise after finishing the matter of the sacrifice."

After Sir Gamp finished speaking, he led him into a dark and messy small office.

It consists of a table, a bookshelf, and surrounding walls, and seems to only accommodate four or five people.

This is not like the office of a director. Some people may believe it if they say it is a solitary room.

"Although I don't mind if you look through it casually, Mr. Sylvester, please don't try to use magic to change this place."

Before leaving, Sir Gamp said this to Voldemort.

"Can I look through it?" Voldemort asked uncertainly.

"Yes, but try not to use magic, it might be counterproductive."

Gamp stopped and emphasized, then hurriedly left the office and walked towards the death hall.

The mysterious and strange ritual began again, and Voldemort was alone in this strange-looking room.