Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Returning to the ward again, Dumbledore looked at Neville differently.

But this old man can also be called one of the greatest principals in the history of a great school like Hogwarts.

It's hard to see where Neville's talent lies.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what's the problem?"

Mrs. Longbottom couldn't stand the way Dumbledore looked at Neville, so she couldn't help but ask.

"I'm looking at this child's talent, Augusta. In Voldemort's description, Neville's talent is amazing."

He didn't dare to talk about the mantle or anything else. That would not make his old friend happy, it would only make her frightened.

Is the beard of the Dark Lord's heir, Merlin, because of the taboo on the Longbottom family's ancestral grave?

Dumbledore felt that Olsta Longbottom would definitely think so, and she might even go to the extreme to change the location of her ancestral grave.

After all, the Longbottom family, which prides itself on being pure-blooded and righteous, would not think that the appearance of a second-generation Dark Lord in their family is something to honor their ancestors①.

"Talent... I have to admit that under the guidance of the Dark Lord, Neville has made great progress, but the direction may be wrong."

Mrs. Longbottom's words were laced with strong dissatisfaction, which was not surprising.

Wizards use wands, trolls use clubs.

In Mrs. Longbottom's eyes, there was no difference between a sword and a club.

Before Voldemort could react, Neville was already blushing at his grandmother's words.

This kind-hearted child always cares too much about what people around him think of him.

"If I remember correctly, Mrs. Longbottom."

Voldemort looked at Mrs. Longbottom with dissatisfaction, frowned and said, "Mr. Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, has a sword in one hand and a wand in the other, right?"

Mrs. Longbottom opened her mouth. She obviously wanted to refute Voldemort's words, but she couldn't find any basis for it.

"Also, if you are a strong old lady of the Longbottom family, you can naturally criticize and educate your grandson. This is your right, but please do not do it in front of his teacher."

Voldemort raised his head arrogantly and looked at the other party with some contempt.

"Because the person in front of you is the most powerful dark wizard in history. Believe in your own vision."

"In his opinion, Mr. Neville Longbottom, my apprentice, has potential that is incomparable to ordinary people, both in terms of magical talent and spiritual will."

Neville clenched his fists excitedly, and his eyes looking at Voldemort were filled with gratitude and admiration.

The reason why he has made such visible progress is precisely because of the teaching and encouragement of his teacher.

As for Mrs. Longbottom, she stood there in shock, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Ahem."

Dumbledore broke the awkward situation with a cough and looked at Mrs. Longbottom with a smile.

"I want to believe in Voldemort's vision. Augusta, maybe Neville really has a talent in magic that we can't see."

After he said this, he paused for a moment and said again.

"Of course, the same is true mentally and willfully."

Neville looked at his grandmother with tears in his eyes.

He longed for his grandmother's approval, which almost became one of his long-cherished wishes - the other was for his parents to come to their senses.

"Oh, my grandson."

Mrs. Longbottom's eyes were also red. She hugged Neville and patted his already heavy shoulders.

This touching scene made Dumbledore unable to help wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You did a great job, Voldemort, and I can't do any better than you in this matter."

He patted Voldemort on the shoulder and said quite emotionally.

Voldemort ducked aside in disgust and glanced at the shoulder that had been patted by Dumbledore and had an obvious wet mark.

This clothes is dirty, I can't have it anymore.

The grandfather and grandson cried for a while before Dumbledore stepped forward to comfort them and separate them.

"Augusta, your children still need you to make decisions for them," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, Principal, yes, I'm so excited."

Mrs. Longbottom touched Neville's head, wiped away her tears, and looked at Voldemort and said, "Thank you, although I still hate what you did and the harm your subordinates caused to my child.

"But I thank you for what you did for Neville."

Voldemort smiled and suppressed the words in his heart, "But you don't even want to say you."

This sentence comes from a movie in Lin Zuo's memory.

This situation, this scene, has a strong sense of immersion.

"Okay, let's get back to business."

Suppressing his sudden burst of humor, Voldemort looked at Dumbledore and said, "It's up to you. I think that's more credible."

Dumbledore nodded, not rejecting Voldemort's proposal.

He elaborated on the problems that this treatment method would bring, including but not limited to the possibility of blackening of the two children of the Longbottom family.

"That is to say, they may go further than Neville..."

Mrs. Longbottom covered her mouth because she felt it hurt Voldemort a little.

If it were before, she would naturally not care.

This stubborn old lady has quite a character that Lin Zuo remembers as "I am not afraid of death, but how can I be afraid of death?"

She had never given Voldemort a good look.

But it was for such a stubborn person that she felt a fondness for Voldemort in her heart.

Not a lot, just a hint.

She would care very much about Voldemort's feelings and show enough cultivation.

"What do you mean, Albus?" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Dumbledore for help, "I need you to give me some reference."

"I'm sorry, Augusta, but you are the only one who has a say in matters like this."

Dumbledore spread his hands in embarrassment and said, "You know, this is about the lives of two children... and their faith."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded with a grimace, then looked at Voldemort again.

Voldemort shrugged and said he would have no comment.

Finally she looked at her grandson again, something she had never done before.

"I believe teacher." Neville said without hesitation.

Mrs. Longbottom nodded, looking thoughtfully at Voldemort.

"If things are delayed until your ability in this area improves, wouldn't it..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

"It's possible, but as for fate, madam, I don't think I can have a deeper understanding of it."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he thought for a moment and added, "Of course, there may be progress, and there will be a better treatment plan by then, but I can't determine the time."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded in understanding and looked at her grandson again.

Neville responded to his grandmother's gaze with firm eyes, his eyes full of power.

"Is this the spiritual will you are talking about?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"Of course, under his weak appearance, there is a brave heart." Voldemort said with a smile.

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① In the original work, Grindelwald was never called the Dark Lord. Instead, Voldemort was universally recognized as the Dark Lord of the generation. Therefore, although sometimes in private discussions, Grindelwald is called the Dark Lord, this is only the opinion of some people. Cognition does not represent a universal view.