Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

It was late at night and the coffee shop began to close. Rowling hurriedly packed up her manuscripts and left.

In the presidential suite of the hotel next to the coffee shop, Porchis, who had been watching through the floor-to-ceiling windows, quickly looked at Voldemort at the desk.

Voldemort was currently bowing his head on the desk with two large books on it, busy doing something up and down.

"Sir, she's out."

Porchis's words made Voldemort turn to look at him, and he saw emptiness and thinking in the other person's eyes.

"Uh-huh."

Abu, who was sitting silently on the sofa, suddenly stood up, which finally woke up Voldemort, who was still immersed in the book.

"what time is it?"

Voldemort asked as he stood up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with Abu.

"Ten thirty, the time when the coffee shop closes," Porchis said.

Voldemort nodded, his eyes already chasing Rowling who was in a hurry.

"Keep paying attention to her, Porches, and give her help so that she can focus more on books." Voldemort told Porches who was standing aside.

"Yes, sir," said Porches.

"Is she worthy of so much attention?" Abu's expression was filled with confusion. "I mean, does she really need a wizard to protect her personally?"

"Of course, Senior Abu, this is an important part of our [wall-breaking plan]." Voldemort said with the corner of his mouth raised.

[Plan Break] is a plan designed by Voldemort to overturn the [International Secrecy Act].

The focus of his work is quietly shifting.

Abu glanced at Voldemort and saw the corners of his mouth raised proudly.

This made Abu once again confirm that [Pure Blood Glory] is no longer Voldemort's most important plan.

Breaking the [International Secrecy Law] is the ultimate goal of this king.

"Excuse my ignorance, Dark Lord, I really don't see what she can do in this matter."

Abu looked down again. At this time, Luo Lin had already walked away, but she had not yet disappeared from the end of their condescending field of vision.

"I always say times are changing, times are changing, but seriously, you don't understand."

Voldemort looked back at Abu and said, "You can't see the future at all, but what I can guarantee is that if everything goes well, when the wizards return, it will be hard to say what the Muggle governments will do."

"But those Muggle children are definitely the ones who support us the most."

"Support us?" Abu asked with a frown.

Obviously, he didn't quite believe Voldemort's arguments.

At least he put himself in their shoes. If a more powerful and strange existence appeared, he would not choose to support the other party - even if he did, it would only be for survival.

But any knowledgeable person understands that the numerical advantage of Muggles puts too much pressure on wizards.

What's more, they also have rapidly changing technology.

"Everyone likes sticks, let alone the lovely Harry Potter."

Voldemort smiled and said something that no one could understand, and then waved two magic books to him.

"Boqisi, you informed me promptly this time. I will reward you accordingly. I hope you can continue this outstanding performance."

Porchis hurriedly bowed and said that this was what he should do, but before he could finish speaking, Voldemort had turned around and disappeared from sight.

"I will contact you via... phone, and the wizard will be arranged soon, but before that, you have to ensure Ms. Rowling's safety. Is there no problem?"

Compared to Voldemort's gentle treatment of Porches, Abu seemed too arrogant.

Porchis even noticed that when Abu said the word "phone", there was a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Of course, respected Wizard Abu, I will ensure her safety and wait for your news at any time." Porchis said in a more cautious and respectful manner than when facing Voldemort.

Abu nodded, then turned around and chased Voldemort away.

"call."

It wasn't until Abu disappeared that Pochis breathed a sigh of relief.

After meeting Abu, he finally understood the... contempt that wizards have for Muggles.

"It's really uncomfortable."

He murmured, and then left quickly to deal with the matters ordered by Voldemort.

…

Malfoy Manor.

Small building.

Voldemort picked up the monocle, stuck it on his left eye and tried it.

"I'm not very used to it."

He whispered and adjusted the position of the monocle again, "Are you sure you can eliminate the effect of the basilisk's eyes?"

"Theoretically it's possible, Dark Lord." Old Nott said, "But you need to practice it to know."

"That will have to wait until I'm resurrected."

Voldemort shrugged and said, "I think you need to find some Muggle lens makers to make this thing more comfortable, and then add some attachment magic to make it better fixed on my eyes. "

"I will do it, Dark Lord."

Old Nott said, reaching out and taking the monocle from Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort looked at Neville aside. The little guy also had a monocle in his right eye.

"Neville, how does it feel to have it?" Voldemort asked.

“It feels amazing, like I have a different perspective, but I’m still not used to it.”

Neville said as he looked left and right to adjust to the monocle.

His monocle had a different effect than Voldemort's.

Voldemort's monocle is to seal the ability of the basilisk eye hidden in his left eye in the future.

The monocle on Neville's right eye is entirely to give him an extra "eye."

Since the last time Voldemort borrowed his body and used the [Eye of the Prophet], Neville's vision in his right eye has declined rapidly.

Recently, it had dropped to the point where he could only see a little light, and Voldemort even took him to a Muggle hospital for this.

But it didn't cure his eye, not even St. Mungo's.

As a last resort, Voldemort could only ask Old Nott to build a monocle for him and also build one for Neville.

After all, the incomplete eyesight has seriously affected Neville's magical strength.

"Two eyes give you a stronger sense of space when seeing things. One eye is close to two-dimensional, and there will be problems with spatial judgment, so you must become proficient in using these glasses as soon as possible."

Voldemort said, taking his glasses and trying them on.

I feel like I can see objects more clearly with my right eye. The glasses have a unique magic attached to them.

"The effect is not bad."

Voldemort said, and motioned to Neville to try throwing a few boomerangs.

"Whoosh... buzz buzz~~~"

Two boomerangs flew in the room, and Neville would hardly retract them. He would only use his mental power to control them weakly, adjusting the angle and range of their rotation.

"Nott, you can try adding some insect dynamic vision capabilities. I think that would be better." Voldemort suggested.

"Dynamic vision?" Old Nott was quite unfamiliar with this name.

"Go to Bochis and ask him to introduce you to an expert to find out. This is not a complicated thing... Of course, I don't know much about it either. It might be very complicated."

Voldemort said, returning the monocle to Neville, "Get used to this more, it will be very useful in improving your magical abilities."

Neville nodded obediently, took the monocle and stuck it on his eyes.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and even stepped forward to touch the muscles on Neville's arm.

"The muscles are very powerful, Neville. It seems you haven't neglected your practice."

Neville smiled sheepishly at Voldemort's compliment.

This child, who has lost a lot of weight, is still as shy as ever.