Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

On his day off, Voldemort paused from reading forbidden books.

The content in that book was too mentally destructive, and he had to set aside time to adjust his body and mind.

"Not tonight, Hagrid. Thank you for the invitation, but I want to go out to watch the game."

He refused Hagrid's dinner invitation, and even though Hagrid and little Harry's eyes were full of expectations, they couldn't make him change his mind.

After reading a book all morning, after lunch, he transferred from Hogsmeade Village and went to Manchester to watch the English League One match between Manchester United and Crystal Palace.

1:0, Manchester United won by a small goal, not many goals, but the scene was beautiful. Peter Schmeichel, who had just arrived and was still in ups and downs, contributed several wonderful saves in front of the goal.

Voldemort left with satisfaction, but this time he did not talk to Ferguson, but whistled happily all the way back to Hogwarts.

Until night, the happy mood was still there, but when he was about to take out the [Repair Rhythm] to watch, the bad news came...

"The principal asked you to come, professor, half an hour ago, but I never found you." Percy said anxiously at the door of his office.

The good mood disappeared instantly. If possible, he really didn't want to have too much contact with the White Witch King - he just liked the library of Hogwarts, and nothing else mattered.

"Okay, do you know what it is?" Voldemort asked pretending not to care while putting the books back.

"I don't know, but I saw Gemma went to ask for Snape, and someone else went to ask for other professors."

This was good news, and Voldemort felt better again.

He thanked Percy and then walked to the eighth floor. Not long after, he entered the principal's office, where there were already many people.

"Qiluo, you're a little late." Lao Deng looked a little tired, but he still took the initiative to speak.

"I went to watch football, football, Manchester United played against Crystal Palace at home, 1:0, Manchester United, which I support, won."

Voldemort's words were still filled with excitement. He really liked football games, especially with the blessing of [Lin Zuo Moment].

The professors in the room were stunned by him. The principal blinked twice and said, "Muggle's kind of kicking sport?"

"Yes, my whole family is a Manchester United fan, even before I entered the wizarding world." Voldemort said proudly.

"You should watch more Quidditch."

Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke enthusiastically, looking like a little girl who wanted to share a secret with others, "That is a real sport, and your whole family will love it."

"I have watched Quidditch, Professor, but I still prefer football, thank you." Voldemort didn't want to argue with him. In short, he thought Quidditch was stupid, that's all.

Professor McGonagall's expression was a little surprised, but she quickly wanted to speak again - it had to be said that this was probably the only thing she did out of love without using her brain.

"McGonagall, I think this is not a good time to discuss Quidditch. Could you please introduce the situation to Quirrell?" Dumbledore said with a wry smile and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Oh well."

After putting away her little girlish attitude, Professor McGonagall became serious again, "We need to set up a mechanism for the secrets on the fourth floor to prevent the things there from being stolen."

Voldemort blinked and looked at Dumbledore: "Is it that thing?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, but said nothing more.

Some of the other professors at the scene looked at Voldemort with confusion. Obviously, not everyone knew what was guarding behind him.

"Why don't you take it with you?" Voldemort asked knowingly, "That would be safe enough."

"Some unspeakable reasons."

Dumbledore said, shaking his head, obviously not wanting to go further, he said, "Okay Quirrell, don't think about the reasons, prepare your level."

Quirrell nodded, indicating that he accepted the result - he was actually wondering what the meaning of Lao Deng's doing this without a clear goal.

Is it really just to train Harry Potter? But no one cooperates...

The meeting ended quickly, and the professors needed to come up with their own feasible plans and submit them to President Dumbledore before the next weekend.

Of course, everyone is alone.

When Voldemort returned to the office, he touched his chin and quickly came up with an idea...

Troll?

To hell with it, Voldemort had better options.

But he didn't dare to give an answer immediately. He had to be less active and outstanding, otherwise with the wisdom of the old bee, he might catch his tail.

Just like when he goes to watch a football game, he definitely loves it, but this is also a smoke bomb he deliberately throws - Voldemort likes to watch Muggle football games? To hell with it, no one will believe it.

Throw more smoke bombs and cause more trouble for Dumbledore. At the same time, don't let yourself stand out too much. His teaching has already attracted a lot of attention, and he doesn't want to show more.

Therefore, on the last day of his rest day, he had a very ordinary day. He read in the office all day and went for a walk by the lake before sunset. That was all.

In the evening, he went to read the banned book again, squandering his newly recovered energy, and then went to bed contentedly, ready to face the new week.

The next day, he got up early and read for a while, and asked Dawa to bring breakfast.

Then at 8:55 on time, he passed through the building in the office and walked directly into the anti-dark magic classroom on the second floor.

For the six or seven-year-old Eagle Academy students, Voldemort was still like "Snape II". After making various vicious comments on their papers, he began to teach new content.

After the new teaching content, which included homework assignments and practicing magic, some students made progress, but there was still no one who could fully use the Patronus Charm.

In this regard, Voldemort had to criticize a few words, but he did not care too much in his heart. This spell was difficult because it required mobilizing happy memories and emotions.

This is completely opposite to the Unforgivable Curse, but it also requires a lot of emotions as a magical supply. It is of course very difficult and he cannot use it himself - ten years of soul struggle have long exhausted his source of happiness.

At noon, he still went back to the office directly through the internal stairs. Dawa came to deliver the meal on time and spent the rest of the time reading.

He spent time between classes in the afternoon and dinner time in his office, and he did not even go out after evening classes.

After being high-profile in the first week, he became completely low-key. His daily life was about two o'clock and one line at a time. Except in class, students rarely saw him.

Professors... Several acquaintances came to see him and asked if something had happened, but Voldemort told them that nothing had happened at all, that he was just reading and studying.

At first, everyone was a little surprised by this, but gradually they got used to it - it was normal for a person from Yingyuan to show his thirst for knowledge.

In this way, the days seemed to have completely calmed down, and Voldemort was happily swimming in the ocean of knowledge, unable to extricate himself.

In just a few days, he had read all the books related to the repair spell except the forbidden books.

So he had to go to the library and find many other magic books to read - he saw Hermione in the library. Although the little guy acted very restrained, Voldemort could still see that she was waiting for him. .

But Voldemort simply chatted with her for a while and then left. The eleven-year-old girl really couldn't make him interested.

Percy, on the other hand, went to look for him twice. The reason... he was targeted.

Because of the words "Damn Slytherin", he began to be retaliated against, and all Slytherins were targeting him, which made him very sad.

The answer Voldemort gave him was to be confrontational. Slytherin would only bow before strength and power. In the absence of the latter, taking out the wand was the best choice.

If you give in... then congratulations, Slytherin will step you into the mud and spit you out, they always do.

On Wednesday night, the old bee came with news:

Everyone has provided their own ideas. If you have good ideas, please feel free to discuss them.

In response to this, Voldemort replied that he was still thinking about it. He didn't want to face Dumbledore alone. He would wait until the weekend to discuss everything.

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