Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The withered wind surged out from the dark hole and blew on Voldemort's face.

It doesn't smell bad, it smells a little bit rotten, but more of a dusty smell.

Voldemort stared straight ahead. If the dementor in front of him dared to kiss him, he would use black magic without hesitation.

Fortunately, the man in front of him was very sensible, and Voldemort could feel his thoughts in the withering wind - it would be quiet if he went.

This is generally the content, vague thoughts, chaotic and true.

"What will happen if you use the Legilimency Spell?" Voldemort asked Dean Flitwick, who was communicating with another dementor not far away.

"I don't know, but I can try." Flitwick shrugged, then waved his wand directly, "Legilimency."

Brave Flitwick, there really is no need to consult Mark Tor... Voldemort thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking about this, he saw Dean Flitwick suddenly tremble, and then his wand began to shake. Voldemort had no idea what he was doing.

"Interrupt...interrupt the magic..." Flitwick reluctantly turned his head and said tremblingly.

"Expelliarmus."

Voldemort took action without hesitation, and then caught Flitwick's flying wand, but Flitwick himself... he had fallen to the ground, twitching.

"Cold...cold, don't, don't hurt me..." He was murmuring, looking delirious.

Voldemort did not dare to let him stay here anymore, so he carried him away and walked to the front hall of the castle, where the striker rested.

"What's wrong with him?" Moody, alert, asked as he stood up.

"Use the Legilimency Spell." Voldemort said, "The Dean is facing..."

"A reckless decision." Moody roared before Voldemort could finish his words. Then he took out the chocolate and gave it to Flitwick, who was still trembling but had regained his senses a little.

"Don't use spiritual magic on dementors. That is establishing a channel for the dementors to absorb happiness, which is only a little better than the dementor's kiss." Markto said.

Voldemort nodded and asked worriedly: "Is the dean okay?"

"Just rest for a few days, but it will be difficult to talk to the dementors again. It will aggravate his injuries." Marko said.

"It seems that I have to complete the task alone, before tomorrow night." Voldemort said with a wry smile.

"Senior, it is very painful to be close to the dementors for a long time. If not necessary, it is better to extend it for a few more days." Markto persuaded.

"I have classes the day after tomorrow, so I don't have time to waste."

Voldemort left a sentence, sighed and walked into the depths of the castle.

Marktor looked at his back with admiration. The trembling Flitwick looked a little ashamed in his eyes. Moody also gave a rare nod to express his approval of Voldemort.

Entering the cell on the first floor again, Voldemort made a final test on the remaining three cloaked dementors.

They all have vague thoughts of wanting to go out. They seem to be unable to express more meaning, and they can't even figure out where they are going. They just want to go out.

Perhaps in their perception, there is a lot of happiness outside, so if they leave, they will have more food stamps, but if they stay here, they will be hungry.

"Are you satisfied?" Markto asked after delivering the meal to Voldemort.

"They're all the same. It's hard to tell which one is more obedient." Voldemort said while eating his dinner. "I want to go deeper and take a look."

"Those dementors are quite wild, seniors should be careful," Markto reminded.

Voldemort nodded, indicating that he understood, and then asked curiously: "I see that the prisoners deeper inside are not as numb as outside. Why?"

"As time goes by, no happiness can be absorbed anymore. What's left is pain and madness, so I still look like a human being. These things outside..."

Makto looked at a cell, where the people were sitting there blankly, "We are in the transitional period. When the happiness completely disappears, it will be much better."

Voldemort forced a smile, this was really inhuman torture.

After eating and saying goodbye to Markto, Voldemort went deeper and communicated with the dementors who were not wearing cloaks.

Sure enough, the dementors here are more wild.

When Voldemort told them to take them out if they obeyed, the thoughts they expressed one by one were:

Go out, eat... go out, eat...

People have a job, and a soul has a job. A clothed person can't beat a shirtless one.

Voldemort naturally refused all the way to Dementors who only had such barbaric thoughts - he was looking for a big BOSS for the training ground, not for the children to die.

He looked at them one by one like this, during which he needed to rest and eat chocolate. Late at night, he finally discovered a different dementor.

The meaning he expressed was also very vague, but it contained an emotion that no other dementor had... restraint.

Go, be obedient, be restrained...

The meaning he expressed was very similar to those wearing cloaks, and he expressed more restraint than the dementors on the first level.

"Can you really control your instincts?" Voldemort asked him, and then listened to his answer.

Go, be obedient, and restrain yourself... Go, be obedient, and restrain yourself...

He was still thinking over and over again, which made Voldemort a little embarrassed.

"Get some rest and see him again tomorrow. It's very late." Just then, Marko came in to see him.

"There is something different about him." Voldemort hesitated and then said, "I will try Legilimency in a moment. If something unexpected happens, interrupt my magic."

Marko's eyes widened and he wanted to stop him, but Voldemort was very determined and finally succeeded in convincing his junior.

"I, explore your thoughts, with magic."

Voldemort said as slowly as possible, "If you absorb my happiness without connecting through magic, I will take you out."

After repeating the same words several times, Voldemort finally waved his wand...

"Legilimency."

The magic fell on the Dementor, and Voldemort instantly felt his thoughts. It was also at this moment that he felt that his happiness was being sucked-but not at a fast pace.

Restraint...don't smoke...restraint...don't smoke...

These two words were repeated endlessly in the Dementor's mind, which surprised Voldemort. He did not expect that this Dementor actually restrained his instincts.

"call."

After disconnecting the magic, Voldemort couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief - even if he restrained himself, the dementor's instinct still sucked a lot of his happiness.

"He restrained himself?" Markto was even more surprised than Voldemort.

"It seems so." Voldemort nodded, then took out a ticket from his pocket and handed it to the Dementor, "Take it, I may come to you later."

"He is already the best choice, I think." Markto saw that Voldemort meant he was still looking for him, so he hurriedly said to his senior.

"Be responsible for the students, Markto. They are children. I must find the most obedient one."

Voldemort's words made Markto stand in awe of him. He nodded without hesitation, expressed his approval, and volunteered to join in.

"Let the professor do the professor's work, Markto. If something goes wrong, you can't afford it." Voldemort said seriously, "Don't let your good intentions ruin things, and don't delay your future."

Mark Tuo suddenly realized that his request was indeed a bit outrageous.

"That's right, Marko."

Voldemort asked again, "Among these senior criminals, are there any who are more honest and easy to communicate with?"

"What does the senior want to do?" Marko asked curiously.

"I would like to ask them what problems may arise after living with dementors for a long time."

Voldemort looked helpless and said, "You know Hagrid is responsible for taking care of this dementor. I'm asking this for Hagrid."

Marcoto suddenly understood, and he immediately said: "Sirius, that one looks more honest."

"No." Voldemort refused without hesitation, "He betrayed Potter. He is a conspirator. Maybe this is the moment he has been waiting for."

Marko immediately raised his thumb and said: The senior is still wise.

"Is there any other candidate? I used to be crazy and not afraid, at least I have a true temperament, but recently I want to be more gentle." Voldemort asked again.

Markto touched his chin and thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Sirius's cousin, I heard that she was crazy when she first came here, but after I came, she was no longer like that. After all, she is a woman."

Voldemort frowned and thought for a moment, then reluctantly said: "Then let her, for Hagrid's sake, I have to give it a try."

Marko once again gave his thumbs up: The senior is loyal!