Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Qi Luo, maybe you can change the teaching method, they are still young."

Flitwick looked at the dining table in the Lion Court not far away and said worriedly.

Voldemort looked up and saw a group of lion cubs with bruises and bruises, but most of them were fine, high-spirited, and discussing excitedly.

The most exciting one among them was Neville Longbottom. He had won many victories. Not only Hermione and Harry Potter were beaten by him.

Encouraged by Voldemort, this shy little fat man burst out with superhuman fighting power.

As for Hermione...

Her hair was even more messy, and there were bruises and redness on her face, as well as tears. Her glances at Voldemort from time to time were also full of grievances.

"I'm just letting them experience it. This kind of thing won't happen often, Dean."

It seemed that Voldemort was explaining to Flitwick, but in fact Voldemort was speaking to Professor McGonagall who was not far away. This old woman had already looked at him unkindly several times.

"It doesn't happen often?"

Flitwick, who had goblin blood, widened his eyes and looked at Voldemort in disbelief, "You mean this kind of thing will happen again?"

Voldemort nodded helplessly, and explained before Flitwick and McGonagall got angry: "Mr. Gryffindor has a wand in one hand and a sword in the other. This is the tradition of the Lion House, isn't it?"

This statement stunned the two professors. They wanted to refute it, but obviously they couldn't find a reason.

"Times have changed, Quirrell."

Professor McGonagall found a reason and said, "Few people use long swords to duel anymore. I think it is completely unnecessary..."

"Guns are not allowed at Hogwarts."

Voldemort interrupted her, his words full of helplessness, "Otherwise I will teach them how to use pistols. That is a better way to fight."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she blinked for a long time without saying a word.

Of course she knew about pistols, and even about cannons, airplanes, and missiles. World War II was a horrific memory, and the wizarding world did not escape this war.

But, what is Professor Quirrell going to do?

"Is it because you taught Muggle Studies?"

Dumbledore appeared at the right time, obviously he was concerned about the children's studies, "So, you want the children to understand the Muggle fighting style?"

"No."

Voldemort shook his head firmly and said, "I just want them to learn to fight. This is the meaning of the anti-dark magic course."

"Have the courage to take action?"

Dumbledore's eyes were thoughtful, and Voldemort nodded without arguing for his ideas.

"Nice idea. I remembered the concepts you talked about during the interview. It seems that you are going to use them in teaching."

Voldemort nodded and said: "Yes, we must let the children learn to fight, so that they can protect themselves."

Dumbledore nodded again, and looked at Quirrell deeply - there was no hostility, but a hint of approval in it.

Voldemort once felt that the headmaster might think that he was preparing for future battles. Of course, he was on the side of the Order of the Phoenix and contributing to the Order of the Phoenix.

But of course he didn't want to fight the Order of the Phoenix, and he had never thought of starting a head-on war with the Order of the Phoenix - the wizarding world with a total of several thousand people still wanted to fight internally?

No ruler with a shred of sense would allow such a stupid thing to happen - the brain-dead self in the book would care about the wizard's life, let alone him.

"Then go ahead and let's see what the final result will be."

Dumbledore expressed support, which made Professor McGonagall a little dissatisfied, but the principal had enough power and authority to suppress any objections.

"You still have to be cautious."

After Dumbledore left, Professor Flitwick whispered to him, "Don't really hurt the children, and don't let them get too aggressive."

Voldemort nodded to accept his suggestion, but he didn't think so.

…

The first class in the afternoon belonged to the Badgers. They had seven groups, but the result was still the entire army was wiped out.

"You did better than Gryffindor."

Voldemort's words made the young badgers cheer, and he had to explain the reason to prevent these children from getting lost in pride.

"That's because your dean, most of these magical plants were created by her, and you obviously know more about these magical plants."

The enthusiasm of Badger Yard has not diminished. They are content, as they have always been.

"Okay, let's get down to business and talk about your fighting style."

Finally talking about what they were most interested in, all the young badgers straightened their backs and sat on the ground, waiting for Voldemort to tell them.

At noon, they were full of speculations about their academy's fighting style, but "having the courage to take action" obviously didn't suit them.

This made them full of expectations and curiosity about the "exclusivity" of Badger Yard.

"Fighting requires skill."

Voldemort raised his wand and cast several stagnant spells in the air, "This is my way. I think some of you have seen its power."

"Yes, Professor, it's great." Justin Finlay said excitedly. He was obviously deeply impressed by that battle.

Voldemort smiled at the curly-haired student - Jasyan was one of the few children he wanted to win over because he almost went to Eton.

He would do his best to win over people like this who had status, status and intelligence in the Muggle world. This was related to his plans for the future.

"This is the unique attribute of my magic, and Professor Snape's magical attribute is even sharper. This is not difficult to see from the intensity of his magic."

Voldemort said, waving his hand to disperse the floating magic around him.

"What you have to do is to find your own magical characteristics so that you can exert your greatest power. But before that..."

Voldemort waved his hand again, cast magic in front of him, and said their names, "Armor, obstacles, Expelliarmus..."

The three magic spells floated in front of him, and the stillness made the young badgers envious.

"Who can tell the characteristics of these three curses?" Voldemort asked them.

The young badgers looked at each other, and no one could tell the answer - this was indeed a bit ahead of their time.

Voldemort looked at his junior student and assistant teacher, Prefect Robert Hilliard.

"They belong to protection, control, and offense, is that right, professor?" Robert asked uncertainly.

"Completely correct."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at the badgers again, "There are many protective spells, and you may not necessarily choose the Iron Armor Curse. The same goes for control and attack, but you must make a choice."

The young badgers nodded, but they still didn't quite understand what the professor meant.

"After making a good choice, strengthen training and form a habit, such as attacking first, then defending, and then controlling, or defending first, then controlling, and finally attacking."

Voldemort kept changing the order of the three spells in the air, and finally stopped and said, "After forming a routine, practice endlessly until this chain of combat skills is engraved in your bones."

The smart badger cub already understood what Voldemort meant.

"Don't compare your bravery with the Lion's Court, your wisdom with the Eagle's Court, and your ruthlessness with the Snake's Court. Grow up without fear of hardships, become stronger through constant practice, and win with combat skills. This is the strategy I designed for you. "

After Voldemort finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Robert. After receiving a response, he instantly threw out three magic spells - Expelliarmus, Obstacle, and Armor.

Robert barely reacted before his wand was knocked away, and when he tried to retrieve it, the Obstacle Curse trapped him.

At the same time, Voldemort protected himself. Even if Robert used silent spells + wandless spells, he was not afraid.

"Winning with combat skills, great professor, I think this is even more handsome than having the courage to take action." Justin Finch-Fletchley roared excitedly.

Other students also nodded and asked Voldemort if any of the three categories of spells were suitable for them.

Voldemort naturally did not hide his secrets, and provided them with various choices in detail, and explained the meaning of different combinations.

There was no duel or group fight. Hagrid and Robert, who had picked up the wand, looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

They got the same hint from different professors - stop Professor Quirrell and stop letting the children fight each other.

They did, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with them.

After the badger cubs' lessons, there were two senior classes. Voldemort still took them to the training ground and taught them exclusive tactics.

It's just that Voldemort didn't have too high requirements for these senior students - they were mature enough and only needed to be coached. There was no need for them to fight in groups like the lower grades.

Evening classes were over, and Voldemort also ended his week of classes. On the following weekends, he was freed from the heavy teaching tasks and could relax.