Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

As night fell, bonfires were lit among the tents.

It was rare for so many wizards to gather together. Everyone walked out of the tent and sat around the campfire chatting.

Some are good at lobbying, such as Secretary Fudge.

Walking among the bonfires with a group of people cheering in front and behind, he seems to be close to the people, but in fact he is trying to win over supporters.

There are also some people, such as Crouch, who are reserved in words and deeds, and their campfires will not be too noisy.

But from time to time, a passing wizard would come over with respect and say:

"Your decision is correct, Director Crouch, and we will fight with you."

If it were Secretary Fudge, he would probably take this person with him and wish he could repeat this sentence again in front of everyone.

But Crouch didn't, he's not that kind of person.

He just pursed his lips, nodded seriously, and replied with a gentle "thank you".

In addition to these officials, there are more families like Weasley who will invite friends to have a drink, but poverty cannot make them excessively luxurious.

On the contrary, pure-blood families such as the Malfoy family.

Their tents are bigger, the food at the reception is richer, and the topics discussed are more current.

There were also some people who did not come out of their tents, such as members of the Falcon Burner organization, led by Hermione.

"Yes, the purebloods funded us."

Hermione said firmly and loudly, with no intention of giving in in her voice.

"We are not here to simply watch a football match, we are here to speak out, for Muggle wizards, for ourselves, and for our future children."

Her excited words were not recognized by everyone, especially Dennis Creevey.

"But you made your own decision without considering our attitude." Creevey stood up and said with a thin chest.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but looking at the child in front of her who had a very similar voice and appearance to her brother, she didn't know what to say.

"Creevey, we all know why you're uncomfortable, but the Falconer has to make a choice, doesn't he?"

It was rare that the twins did not interrupt their joking. One of them stood up and said seriously, making his position clear and standing next to Hermione.

"That should also be decided by vote." Creevey said without any sign of weakness.

"But we have rejected the proposal to vote. It was rejected when the majority of people voted. Creevey, you can't be too unreasonable." The other twin stood up and retorted.

This time it was Creevey's turn to be speechless.

Indeed, Hermione had previously thought about decentralizing power and deciding the future of the Falcons through voting.

However, after everyone discussed it, they all agreed that it would be more beneficial for the Falconer to have Hermione, who has a broader vision and wider connections, make the decision.

This is a result supported by most people, but now that Hermione has made a choice, some people still stand up to oppose it.

Moreover, Creevey is not the only one who opposes it, others also have objections.

"What if it's wrong?"

asked Geoffrey Hooper, one of the few half-bloods among the Falconburners.

"I'm responsible," Hermione replied.

"How can you be responsible?"

Jeffrey Hooper said without giving in, "This not only involves the interests of the Falcon Burners, but also represents the large group of Muggle wizards. If in the end..."

"There are no ifs."

Hermione interrupted the other person's words with a sharp voice. Her big eyes seemed to be watery, but she pursed her lips and swallowed all her grievances.

"We may succeed in the future and make the living environment of Muggle wizards better.

"But to be honest, that is not something to be proud of, because even if there is a good environment, it will definitely be much worse than those of mixed blood or even pure blood."

It's a heartbreaking indictment that pains all Falconers.

"In addition to the possible success, we may also get a failure or even an ending of infamy."

Hermione paused briefly, took a deep breath, and glanced deeply at the dozens of people in the tent.

"I will be the starting point for all the mistakes, and I will bear it all, but I will not accuse hysterically because that is my choice.

"I won't pretend to be free and easy, shrug my shoulders as if nothing happened, and say 'I tried my best' to comfort myself."

"what will you do?"

Justin Finch-Fletchley, the Muggle wizard who almost entered Eton College, asked Hermione, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I will look at how many weights are left in my hand, and then guard them to see if there is still a chance to turn around."

Hermione clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "If I feel that I am okay, if I feel that I still have strength, if I still have an unyielding heart, I will try again, work harder, and do it again. "

"What if not?"

This time it was Creevey who asked the question. Although his tone was still not good, at least it was no longer as sharp as before.

"I will find a more suitable person, hand over the few weights to him, and let him replace me and complete the unfinished mission."

Hermione's eyes were fixed on Creevey as she spoke.

Her unyielding will shot into the other person's eyes through her eyes, making Creevey lower his head unconsciously.

"This is my choice, Falcon Burners, and this is the choice of your current leader."

Hermione looked away from him and glanced at everyone again, her eyes deeper than before, with more power called "courage".

"You gave me the power and I have the power to make decisions.

"Then, for the last time, Falcon Burners, I will give you a chance to vote. Do you support or oppose this action?"

Hermione's sudden choice surprised the opponents.

On the other hand, Justin Finch-Fletchley raised his brows, as if he saw something different. It seemed that...Hermione's power was being rapidly consolidated.

"support."

The twins said in unison and raised their hands at the same time.

"I support it too." Justin Finch-Fletchley followed closely.

More and more people are expressing support, more and more hands are being raised.

Not long after, there were already many arms in the tent, and the few who did not raise their hands hesitantly raised their heads.

Seeing this scene, Hermione's heart finally dropped, and as her heart settled, an emotion called confidence arose spontaneously.

But she never saw that the expression on Dennis Creevey's face was gradually becoming ferocious as he raised his hands and lowered his head.

This young man who followed in the footsteps of his deceased brother and entered Hogwarts was obviously not as harmless as he seemed.

But the seeds of hatred had already been buried in Dumbledore's heart when he held his brother's body.

Who can truly resolve hatred?