Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

In midsummer, there were a few bonfires scattered in front of the Gunter Library.

The students gathered freely and casually around the campfire, grilling meat skewers and drinking butterbeer.

This is a feature of the Gaunt Library, originating from Lord Voldemort, who loves barbecue.

Through the Vanishing Cabinet, Gaunt Library and Hogwarts are connected, and senior students appear in the library from time to time.

Although the quality of the books here is not as good as Hogwarts, it is worse than the wide variety of books, including not only books related to magic, but also a large number of Muggle books.

In addition, there is a unique soul in the basement of the library. He occasionally appears and guides some students to learn magic, which is also very attractive to the students of Hogwarts.

Of course, the most attractive thing is the learning atmosphere here.

There are a large number of borrowing rooms, as well as several large reading rooms of different styles, making Hogwarts students wish they could study here for a long time.

But that's obviously impossible.

Principal Dumbledore allowed students in third grade and above to come here twice a week, which was beyond Voldemort's expectations. He had thought that Dumbledore would not allow students to come here outside of holidays.

"Teacher, your cicada chrysalis."

Ginny handed the roasted cicada pupae to Voldemort, and then picked up a few more skewers and grilled them.

Not many people like to eat cicada chrysalis, but it is Voldemort's favorite, so Ginny is an expert at roasting cicada chrysalises.

"Thanks, Ginny."

Voldemort thanked him, first took a bite of the cicada pupa, and then picked up a bottle of cold beer - non-magical world beer - and drank it in a gulp.

"Teacher, are you really not going to intervene in the chaos in North America?" Hermione asked, sitting not far from Voldemort, holding grilled chicken wings in her hand.

"No, Hermione, that's beyond my control." Voldemort smiled and shook his head, without the slightest trace of guilt on his face.

"But... the wizards and Muggles there... if there is no strong person to stop it, in the end..." Hermione didn't know the final direction of the place, but she really couldn't bear the chaos there to continue.

“Would it be hypocritical if I said this wasn’t what I wanted?”

Voldemort once again ate a cicada pupa and spit out the shell, then glanced at the students and asked.

Neville's face was expressionless, Ginny frowned in thought, Hermione had a look of confusion on her face, and Draco nodded in approval.

Luna was in a daze, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Regulating a country is far more complicated than controlling an organization or the Ministry of Magic. Do you know what the problem is?" Voldemort asked.

Everyone nodded, but Neville, who had no expression at all, frowned.

"Neville, tell me what you think." Voldemort said after taking a sip of beer.

"Faith," Neville said.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and looked at the others, but saw that these people still had doubts on their faces. Only Hermione was looking at Neville in surprise and confusion.

"Hermione, do you think Neville is right?" Voldemort asked Hermione again.

"I think...it's culture." Hermione said.

Voldemort nodded and said: "To a large extent, it is culture, and to a small extent, it is faith, but in fact it is that thing, that thing that brings everyone together."

"So the culture is more accurate." Neville raised his iced milkshake and looked at Hermione from a distance.

Apparently, he felt Hermione's description was more accurate.

"The bigger the country, the more complex it is that brings everyone together. If you only use culture to describe it, it is a bit too general. If you only use faith to describe it, it is too simple."

Voldemort also frowned. In fact, he could not accurately describe this cohesion.

It is too complicated. It can be culture or belief, but sometimes it is also called power.

"You mean... there has been a loss of cohesion?" Hermione did not dwell on this question, but asked along the lines of the previous question.

"Yes, Hermione, there is culture there, but the history is not long enough and the culture is not condensed enough. There is also faith there, but you know, money will make faith less real, coupled with war, hostility, and endless mutual destruction ,so……"

Voldemort did not say any more, but his shaking head gave the result:

There was nothing he could do about it.

"But you are the initiator, so many people have died because of you..."

"Price, Hermione, if you want to do something, there is a price. This chaos either happened there or here. I have to make a choice. I told you this." Voldemort interrupted.

Hermione was startled for a moment, then nodded.

Indeed, she still remembered the "responsibility of choice" that Voldemort told her a few years ago.

And from her own heart - after discarding those unrealistic White Lotus ideas - she also felt that it would be better for this kind of tragedy to happen somewhere other than England.

"Why not South America, or a more remote country...I mean, that would be different, right?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction, not because Hermione raised this question, but because Hermione became cold-blooded.

Whether it is political games or political layout, among these things, the most important thing is to be cold-blooded, not hot-blooded.

Even if the initial purpose is full of passion, in the end it will be cold-blooded.

Because that’s how it’s done.

"South America or other countries have very different political systems from ours, which makes it difficult for us to be inspired by them or learn any useful experience."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he paused briefly and said, "But if it's too close, it's likely to get angry, so it's not far or close, and the best choice is to have similar political systems."

Voldemort's explanation made everyone suddenly realize.

"Perhaps you didn't like it when you saw it earlier, right?"

Neville suddenly asked a question that surprised everyone, and everyone quickly looked at Voldemort again.

Of course, Voldemort could pretend to be shocked and then push, but he obviously had no intention of playing a false self in front of his students.

"Yes, I don't like it there very much. If you look at the history of Muggles, most of the wars in the world in recent decades were caused by them."

Voldemort put down the drill in his hand and waved to Ginny, who was staring blankly at him, motioning for her to bring the cicadas that had passed the test.

"We talked about culture just now, but I don't know if you have noticed that culture is almost irreversible."

"Irreversible?" Neville asked with a frown, he was very interested in this aspect.

"Once we take advantage of a certain culture, that culture will be transformed into a gene and will continue in our civilization for a long time. There is a wolf culture in the culture there, and greed becomes a disease, and the disease lasts for a long time. Incurable.”

Voldemort curled his lips and ate a cicada pupa.

Soft, juicy, fragrant and delicious.

Sure enough, he could not let go of the gluttonous culture in Lin Zuo's memory, life or death.