Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure disappeared, and when the Death Eaters saw him again, it was already on the TV screen.

His figure suddenly appeared in the cave, and before the effect of the spell ended, the wand had already been waved.

Dumbledore was lying on the ground in pain, with fear in his blue eyes.

Facing the lake, Harry barely had time to turn his head and saw a curse running towards him.

"Bang."

There was a muffled sound, and Harry felt as if he had been hit by a car.

He flew out suddenly and fell heavily into the cold lake water.

The dead body immediately entangled him and dragged him to the bottom of the water.

"no no……"

Dumbledore yelled and tried to get up, but his hoarse throat only shouted two times before he fell to the ground clutching his throat in pain.

"The curse stops immediately."

Voldemort ignored Harry who was entangled with dead bodies, and even ignored Dumbledore who fell to the ground again.

He just squatted down slightly, stuck the wand on the ground, and used such a spell.

In an instant, a wave of magic swept across the entire cave.

This allows other people besides him to use Apparition.

"come over."

Voldemort yelled shortly after, which was the most obvious signal.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Several figures came to the island in no particular order, and their division of labor was clear as soon as they appeared.

Five or six figures directly surrounded Dumbledore, and three or four figures stood between Dumbledore and Harry, blocking the possibility of him moving.

The remaining few people quickly rushed into the lake to save Harry Potter.

"The dead body rests."

Pointing his wand at the lake, Voldemort shouted the curse.

A ray of green light shot towards the lake, and the dead bodies, which were as alive as swimming fish, immediately fell asleep obediently.

"The Golden Bell Upside Down."

Old Nott's voice sounded, and Harry's figure jumped up from the water.

"Voldemort, don't...don't..."

Dumbledore lay helplessly on the ground, begging in a hoarse voice.

Voldemort looked at him from a distance through the gap in the crowd.

Those blue eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and fear.

Something deep in Voldemort's heart was touched, and his heart suddenly tugged.

Immediately, he frowned in dissatisfaction and rejected this strangeness.

Then a smile broke out on his face, he looked at Dumbledore and said, "Long time no see, Albus!"

His tone was quite relaxed, and he walked briskly toward the other party until he could look down at the old man with white beard and hair at close range.

"Don't resist, it's good for you and me, isn't it?"

Voldemort knelt down and spoke softly.

Dumbledore tightened the wand in his hand, and it was obvious that for a moment he wanted to resist.

But he glanced at Harry hanging upside down in the distance, then sighed again and nodded.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction, and then stretched his wand forward.

"Expelliarmus."

A flash of red light hit Dumbledore accurately.

This magic made Dumbledore's body shake, and his left hand shook the most.

The elder wand left Dumbledore's left hand, drew a graceful arc, and landed in Voldemort's hand.

"What a wonderful wand."

Voldemort put his wand on his waist, gently held the elder wand with both hands, and whispered softly.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with surprise, but Voldemort did not look at him.

At this moment, all his attention was on the wand.

"Elder, fifteen inches, Thestral's tail hair."

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore again, finally noticing the surprise in his eyes, but he still didn't care much.

"Albus, the core is made of the Thestral's tail hair, right?"

"The legend is yes, but I haven't...gudu...never opened it." Dumbledore barely swallowed and said.

"Oh, sorry, Albus, I forgot."

Voldemort seemed to have just noticed Dumbledore's physical condition. He stretched his right hand back, and the crystal cup that had just fallen by the lake was sucked into his hand.

"Sugary hot chocolate?" he asked Dumbledore.

"Water, Voldemort, I'm so thirsty." Dumbledore said as he sat up.

Voldemort nodded and looked at the elder wand in his hand intently, his eyes meticulously as if he was stopping at every node.

"water."

Voldemort said softly, pointing his wand at the glass of water.

He did not use the water-making spell completely, but gave up the spell and swinging the wand, and simply used magic with the emotion of needing water and the magic power in the wand.

However, a magical scene happened, Voldemort barely felt the consumption of his magic power.

But at the tip of the wand, clear springs flowed out.

"What a powerful wand, Albus, and you have a wonderful treasure."

Voldemort whispered, pointed his wand at the water glass, and sent it flying towards Dumbledore.

"When did you know about it?" Dumbledore asked after moistening his throat with water.

"The months leading up to the interview, Albus, have kept me thinking about it for years," Voldemort said.

"But I've never seen you show desire for it."

Dumbledore stood up as he spoke.

Although Voldemort's arrival did not take long, it was enough for the powerful Dumbledore to recover from his injuries.

Of course, weakness is inevitable.

"For some goals, I have appropriately reduced my desires. After all, I am no longer the murderous person."

Voldemort said, looking at the wand in his hand again.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, glanced up and down at Voldemort, with doubts and exploration in his eyes.

In his feeling, Voldemort's temperament changed again.

Compared to the person they met last time, Voldemort at this time gave him a calm and calm feeling.

"Some people say that mastering this wand is equivalent to mastering death. Is this true?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said: "You still care about death so much, Tang...Voldemort."

Voldemort shrugged, said nothing, just looked at the other person.

"There is such a saying, but to be honest, I don't understand what those people mean. At least in my opinion, this wand has nothing to do with death." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort nodded and asked again: "Is the story of the three brothers true?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Voldemort stared at him with a hint of distrust in his eyes.

"I really don't know." Dumbledore explained with a wry smile, "You know, wizards don't actually have the habit of recording history, especially before the Ministry of Magic appeared."

This time Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and looked at the wand again.

"A wand that is only loyal to its abilities, Dumbledore, do you think it is the most loyal wand or the least loyal wand?"

Faced with Voldemort's question, Dumbledore could only face it with a wry smile.

Because in his perception, this wand was already loyal to Voldemort.

For most wands, a disarming spell is not enough to make them betray their original owners.

He really couldn't answer Voldemort's question.