Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

What if Dumbledore was given endless specimens of magical creatures.

If you give Dumbledore the Elder Wand that once belonged to him.

If Dumbledore was given a spirit and body that would never get sleepy.

Perhaps Dumbledore alone would be enough to hold the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

However, there is no if.

The specimens of magical creatures have their end, the Elder Wand is still in Voldemort's hand, and the spirit and body that never sleeps have never existed in the wizarding world.

Therefore, Dumbledore failed, and failed miserably.

His beard was on fire, his nightgown was torn, and even the wand in his hand was broken by the successive explosion spells.

If it weren't for the Porto ring he was wearing, which helped him dodge the death curse at the most critical moment, perhaps this would be the end of Dumbledore's legendary life.

"I can't say that Voldemort was far-sighted, because that was certainly not his original idea."

Dumbledore, covered in bruises and hunched over, sat on the main seat of the Auror headquarters with bright eyes, "But I want to say that the Maple Leaf Training Ground has made a great contribution to the wizarding world."

"Perhaps Scrimgeour and I should have agreed with his idea of ​​letting Aurors go to North America for training." Minister Crouch said with regret.

"Why worry about the past, Barty, you have done a good job, at least better than Fudge. If he were here, I would be afraid that he would cry."

Dumbledore raised his hand and asked the medical doctor to treat the burns on his left rib. "I don't know how long Mad-Eye and Gadwin can carry it in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. I think everyone needs to be prepared here. Maybe it’s the final battle.”

The white-haired old man did not appear weak because of the bruises all over his body, and there was no sign of decay or decadence on his face.

I have to say that even Minister Crouch felt a lot more energized by having him sitting here.

"But he still blames us, doesn't he?" Minister Crouch cheered up. "He didn't even come here."

"The observers calculated the time accurately, Barty. They trapped Voldemort. Although they don't know how, this is the reason." Dumbledore explained.

And just when he said the three words "Voldemort", Voldemort, who had awakened on the top of the snow mountain, frowned slightly.

He looked far into the distance, wanting to see who was talking about him, but the distance between continents prevented him from making a more accurate judgment.

"It should be Dumbledore. He mentioned me repeatedly at this time. Did something happen?"

He thought for a while, then checked his magic power status, and decided that it was more important to restore his magic power here first.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. This Chinese saying in Lin Zuo's memory still made sense to him.

And just when Voldemort closed his eyes and relied on meditation to speed up the recovery of his magic power, Percy had returned to the Ministry of Magic again.

He directly chose the Minister's Office, which was a wise choice, and smoothly moved from here to the Legal Enforcement Department where Dumbledore and others worked.

"There is a life-threatening graphic left by the Dark Lord hidden inside."

When he unfolded the magic book to reveal the weird and evil green page, even Dumbledore couldn't help but look away.

"If it's not evil enough..."

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and murmured, "No one can use it, even if you have the corresponding powerful magic power."

"You can't do it either?" Minister Crouch asked.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Minister Crouch, then looked at Percy with red eyes, and then said slowly: "I'm afraid that is a road of no return. Gentlemen, there is a person in this world. Voldemort is enough."

The obvious rejection made Minister Crouch unable to help but lament.

"I come."

A hateful voice suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at the source of the voice in surprise.

It was Percy. His bloodshot eyes were staring at the magic book in his hand.

"Can you...can you?" Minister Crouch asked hesitantly.

"Can."

Percy nodded vigorously, the hatred in his eyes seemed to burst out at any moment.

"What have you been through, child?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"Penello is dead."

This simple sentence made everyone look at Percy in surprise.

"I will avenge her, and I will pay any price for it."

Percy ignored everyone's looks and just put his hand on the album.

"If you use it, Percy, evil thoughts will haunt you and death may not be able to free you."

Dumbledore once again focused his attention on the strange green page and said, "Moreover, it requires extremely powerful evil thoughts to activate it."

He had watched this child grow up, and even had a detailed understanding of the relationship between Percy and Voldemort - at Molly's request, the mother once believed that Percy was controlled by Voldemort.

Because of this, he knew that although Percy was very close to Voldemort, he had his own ideas and justice in his heart.

He even had a glimpse of Percy's inner struggle.

He has never fallen into the abyss, and this is still the case until now.

But at this time...

Has hatred blinded him?

With this thought, Dumbledore looked into Percy's eyes with his eyes that could peer into people's hearts.

"Wizards in England need the Ministry of Magic. To protect this place is to protect a glimmer of hope. If the Ministry of Magic in England is destroyed like the Ministry of Magic in the United States, then for the wizards in England..."

Percy stopped talking and picked up the wand and pointed it at the green leaves, "Moreover, there is also the hatred between me and them. I think the power of this hatred can make me have enough evil thoughts."

Dumbledore tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see Percy's persistence more clearly.

But before he could understand everything, a green light glowed on the page.

"Okay, kid, this is the path you chose. I hope you won't regret it."

Dumbledore blinked his tired eyes and leaned back on the chair.

Minister Crouch opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.

Time passed slowly like this, and Percy kept getting familiar with the magic on the pages.

His expressions were constantly changing, including struggles and evil smiles, but most of them were weird and shuddering expressions.

Finally, Aurors began to retreat intermittently towards this floor.

Gadwin, who was seriously injured, was the last to come up. Mad-Eye failed to return, which left Dumbledore in a daze.

"How are we going to hold this level?"

Gadwin, who was seriously injured, still focused on defense.

"No need, Gadwin, if Percy can't bring us victory, then I will use the Ministry of Magic's magic center to cleanse everything."

Minister Crouch said with some pain, and then looked at Percy who was already walking towards the elevator shaft.

The figure was as upright as before, but the simplicity and sunshine seemed to be disappearing as he moved forward.

Finally, there is a young man, holding an evil sword, slaying the evil dragon.