Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Stop, God, Dark Lord, please stop."

Snape was the quickest to react, but he just smiled.

Lupine, who was the second to react, squatted next to Sirius and prayed loudly to Voldemort - he did have the desire to pull out the wand, and even shook his right hand because of it, but then gave up.

On the other side, Pochs was looking at this incredible and magical scene with wide eyes.

Unfortunately, he had seen too little magic, and this scene was precious to him.

However, he felt that Sirius's twitching was a bit exaggerated, and in his opinion, the Cruciatus Curse was not that powerful.

Harry was the last to react, or rather, the one who overreacted the most was Harry.

He held the wand almost at the moment Sirius was attacked. This was the fighting instinct that Snape had cultivated in him.

But he quickly realized what he was doing, so he decisively gave up the next action.

And when he turned his attention to Voldemort, he saw Voldemort raising the wand and raising the corners of his mouth at him.

This made Harry a little embarrassed, and by the time he recovered from the embarrassment, his godfather no longer had the strength to cry.

"Professor, please don't hurt my godfather. He didn't mean to do it, he just cares about me too much." Harry said loudly.

Voldemort did not stop punishing Sirius because of such words. He completely turned his head towards Harry, looked at him and spoke.

"Unintentional is an excuse, Harry. Everyone must be responsible for their own actions. I can't escape this truth, so he needs to be punished." Voldemort actually started to teach Harry at this time.

A long time ago, Voldemort began to pay attention to Harry's attitude towards him.

He once thought that there was no way for the two of them to get along peacefully, but when Hogwarts first started school the year before last, Harry's condition seemed to be like that.

It's just that his state has become weaker as time goes by.

Maybe it's because Harry has no memory of getting along with his parents, or maybe his aunt's family didn't give him a deep concept of family affection.

In short, his feelings for revenge are very weak, and he soon loses such desire.

And when it came to the Resurrection Stone last time, Voldemort couldn't see a trace of hatred in his eyes, even now.

"The Dark Lord…my lord."

Lupine stood up, bowed slightly to Voldemort and said, "Please forgive Sirius for his fault. You know that he stayed in Azkaban for a long time, so..."

This was persuasion from another angle, and Voldemort felt that it made sense.

"Whoosh."

The magical connection was disconnected, and Sirius instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to struggle anymore.

"Eat some chocolate or... who knows."

Voldemort waved his hand and motioned for everyone to leave.

And the three people in front of him, except Snape and Porchis, really didn't want to stay anymore.

Lupine quickly picked up Sirius and prepared to help him leave, but Sirius, who had just regained some strength, pushed him away violently.

"Traitor, you traitor, you actually bowed to him..."

The sound was not loud, but the way he gritted his teeth proved that Sirius, who fell to the ground, had exerted all his strength.

As for his ungrateful behavior, except for Lupine and Harry, Voldemort, Snape and others all laughed disdainfully.

"Wait a moment, Lupin, help him up, I have something to say to him."

Voldemort waved his hand again, signaling the others not to leave in a hurry.

"I won't listen, take me away, Lupin." Sirius reluctantly stood up and began to look for Lupine's help, hoping to leave quickly.

But with one word from Voldemort, his actions would be there.

"This is about Harry's life and death."

"Okay, you win, what are you going to say?" Sirius asked.

"About your marriage," Voldemort said.

"marriage?"

Sirius's voice was full of doubts, and Lupine and others also looked at Voldemort in confusion.

"Yes, a distant relative of the Malfoy family, one of the French branch... a widow, no children, don't worry, if there are children I will help you refuse."

Voldemort said it very sincerely, but the eyes of the people opposite him were full of strangeness.

no.

Has the Dark Lord started to match people now?

Is this to keep the lineage of pure-blood wizards alive, or is it really because they have nothing to do?

"What do you mean?" Voldemort didn't care about everyone's surprise, he just said bluntly, "The widow over there is still waiting for news. He thinks it's good for the only child of the Black family."

"put……"

Before the word "fart" came out, Lupine, who had already had a premonition, almost jumped on him and covered his mouth.

"He is begging you to let him go, Lord Dark Lord. He refused this marriage. I'm sorry." Lupine said quickly.

Voldemort curled his lips. He obviously understood what Sirius' unspoken words meant, but he didn't care.

"Sirius, you can choose to refuse, but if that happens, I won't take out that piece of soul when Harry becomes an adult."

Voldemort shrugged, used his wand to blow away the hair that fell down his shoulders, and continued, "Let him become a humanoid Horcrux. That might be a good choice."

"Woo~~"

Sirius struggled to say something, but Lupine didn't dare let go.

The two struggled on the carpet like this for a long time, and Sirius finally convinced the other party with his eyes.

"I agree, that's it. Oh my god, is there no other choice besides the Malfoy family?"

As soon as Lupine's hand left, Sirius shouted.

I have to say that his thinking is sometimes very out-of-the-box.

"There is another condition, Sirius. I hope you can give birth to a child before Harry reaches adulthood. Otherwise, I will still refuse to solve Harry's troubles." Voldemort said again.

Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but after taking a look at Lupine who was eager to try, he chose to give up.

"Uncle Porchis?"

Harry suddenly called out Porches's name in surprise. He didn't know whether he noticed Porches at this moment or to change the subject.

"Harry, long time no see." Porches waved his hand to Harry, with a smile on his face.

He did like it, or was grateful to Harry.

If it weren't for Harry, he felt that he would not be able to contact Voldemort, let alone be chosen as Voldemort's spokesperson.

Fate was so wonderful. He had become Voldemort's subordinates because of his enemies. This was indeed something he had never thought of.

"Why are you here?" Harry looked surprised, and his face was full of doubts.

"You can go downstairs to catch up on old times, Harry, I'm still reading."

Voldemort pointed to the tome on the desk, and then waved his hand, indicating that everyone could leave.

"You don't want me to give you an answer, or a guarantee?" Sirius asked dissatisfied, and used one hand to push Lupine away who was trying to pull him away.

"I don't mind your choice, Sirius, because it comes at the cost of Harry's life."

Voldemort's eyes had already fallen on the book. He waved his hands impatiently and said, "Remember to close the door from the outside. Gentlemen, don't affect my reading."