Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"If you look at history—not just the history of the wizarding world—you'll find a very interesting phenomenon."

Voldemort did not directly give the reason, but threw out an introduction.

"Good times make people weak, weak people create bad times, bad times make people strong, and strong people create good times."

After he finished speaking, he paused briefly to let everyone understand the meaning of his words.

After he saw that Neville's face was no longer confused, he slowly stood up from his seat.

"The era when the [International Secrecy Act] was born must have been a bad era, so many powerful wizards must have been born at that time."

Voldemort said, slowly walking down the steps of the Black Snake Throne, nodding his head in the process, and added, "I'm talking about the strength of the spiritual will, not the strength of the individual."

When he finally walked down the steps, he spoke again.

"I can guarantee that those powerful wizards must have a last resort reason to create a submissive law like the [International Statute of Secrecy]. Let's not discuss what forced them to do so. Let's just talk about the results."

He looked at Luna, who was watching him, and said, "How do you think the wizarding world has changed since the emergence of that decree?"

"Very good, at least it has prevented many wizards from being hunted by the Muggle army and the Holy See." Luna replied.

Voldemort nodded and said: "This is a good era created by powerful people."

Everyone nodded, indicating that they understood.

"But with the advent of good times, such powerful beings are no longer born among wizards, and people begin to succumb weakly to the [International Statute of Secrecy], as if with this protective umbrella, they can survive forever." Voldemort He shook his head and said.

"Can't it be possible?" Luna asked.

"Of course not."

Voldemort smiled and retorted, "Muggle technology is advancing rapidly. In the foreseeable future, the roads will be full of cameras, and drones may appear in the sky at any time. Sooner or later, the images will expose us, unless we choose to move to the sewers like rats. Go live.”

Everyone didn't quite understand the word drone, but they still understood the image. This was thanks to the television promoted by Voldemort these days.

"Perhaps by then, we can live in peace with those Muggles." The taciturn Neville suddenly said.

"There are still conflicts among wizards, and there are differences between races and countries among Muggles. Why do you think we can live together peacefully?"

Voldemort's rhetorical question left Neville speechless, but there was still dissatisfaction on his face, while Voldemort suddenly showed an expression of realization.

"Oh, I forgot, good times make people weak, and weak people... Regardless of whether Neville will create a bad era, just your idea will make your magic level never be able to Beyond me.”

His words were powerful, but no one could refute them.

Beyond the Dark Lord?

Neville didn't dare to think about it, and the eyes of the other people looking at Neville were full of disapproval.

Perhaps only people with a missing head would think so.

"But...Teacher, I think the future is still too far away. At least for now, the [International Secrecy Law] is still correct." Luna came to Neville's rescue.

"If you don't worry about the long-term, you must worry about the immediate future. Luna, how many years do you think there will be a me, a Grindelwald, and a Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked.

This made it difficult for Luna to answer.

"Now we have a wave of wizards who can lead the times. Unfortunately, Grindelwald failed, Dumbledore gave up, and I was once lost in power."

Voldemort felt a little depressed, not because of his own loss, but because of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

The failure of the former, in Voldemort's opinion, was largely due to the impact of the overall historical pattern of the Muggle world.

In other words, in that era, if that person in the Muggle world succeeded in making such a change, it is very likely that Grindelwald would also succeed.

But in the end, that person failed, so he will definitely be caught by the general trend and lead to failure.

As for Dumbledore...

Sad for his misfortune, angry for his inability to fight, this is Voldemort's truest view of him.

Although he clearly has the ability and prestige to lead the times, he is willing to be just a teacher.

As long as he had some ambition, the wizarding world would not have declined to what it is now.

"The wizarding world is lucky because I am alive again, and because I am no longer lost in power."

Putting aside the sadness, Voldemort proudly stood up his chest and said.

If anyone else had said this, it would have been a bit bragging, but when Voldemort said it, no one present refuted it.

In fact, a sense of pride and joy arose spontaneously in their hearts.

"What about eternal life?"

Luna, whose mind was racing, suddenly changed the topic.

"Eternal life?" Voldemort suddenly looked at her with a smile and asked, "Except those who have lived enough, who doesn't want to?"

"Forehead……"

Luna was speechless by Voldemort's rhetorical question, while the two vampires had smiles on their faces.

Obviously, even immortality with a curse is something that makes them happy.

"It is not difficult to face the desires deep in our hearts, Luna. We must learn to reconcile with ourselves."

Voldemort smiled and said, "Eternal life is my desire and pursuit. If you refuse, you can die. Anyway, I won't die."

This was said with a bit of a joke, which made the heavy atmosphere caused by the previous topic a lot lighter.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, you mean that you will definitely break the [International Statute of Secrecy], right?" Count Nosferatu asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, I have such ability, so naturally I have to bear the corresponding responsibility. Count Nosferatu, you also have such ability, but it is a pity that you lack the responsibility."

Voldemort responded with a smile and looked at Count Dracula, "But Count Dracula, it seems you want to take on this responsibility, right?"

Count Dracula nodded without hesitation and knelt down on one knee.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Dark Lord, I hope to lead Dracula's faction of vampires and be loyal to you. I only hope that you can treat us equally like you treat wizards."

This statement of loyalty was not sudden, he had hinted it earlier.

But Voldemort did not immediately accept the other party's allegiance, but frowned and thought.

The empty hall was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Voldemort, waiting for his decision.

"I don't think highly of you."

Voldemort neither accepted nor rejected, but put forward his own idea from another angle.

"In my opinion, Count Dracula, and Count Nosferatu, I have no intention of harming you, but I feel that you cannot live in peace with Muggles."

These words confused Count Nosferatu, but Count Dracula quickly figured out the reason.

"Is it because vampires need blood?" Count Dracula asked.

"Yes, just like the cruel nature of werewolves, Count Dracula, your race has bad habits that cannot be resolved. This is the reason for my hesitation." Voldemort nodded.