Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Stupid, arrogant woman."

Voldemort roared angrily, stepped back and knocked on the door, and soon Markto opened the cell door.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Say nothing, hum, stupid woman, he was brainwashed by the mysterious man."

The words "mysterious man" made Marko tremble in horror.

"These people have been brainwashed. Forget it, I'd better observe Hagrid's condition more. If it doesn't work, let him eat chocolate." Voldemort said and retreated with Markto.

"Since this matter has not been completed, there is no need to tell the dean."

Voldemort said to Markto, "When I go back to school, Snape always makes trouble for me. I don't want to hear him say that I am incompetent behind my back."

"Okay, senior." Marko nodded in agreement.

He didn't see anything wrong with this, and he didn't want his senior to be laughed at by Snape - he already knew that his senior had fought with Snape through the injured Headmaster Flitwick.

"How are the results of the children in our academy now?" he asked again.

Voldemort angrily criticized the students of the Eagle Academy, saying that they were not worthy of the Eagle Academy, and then told how he could strengthen their actual combat capabilities.

This is what Marko likes. After all, there are too few people in the Eagle Academy who take the Auror path. He is a special case, which makes him suffer the disadvantage of not having the academy's connections.

"I would encourage them to follow your path, Markado, learned Eagle Academy, it's time to step into more realms."

Voldemort's words made Markto's eyes light up. He had a desire for power, especially after staying in Azkaban for a long time - if he had enough connections, he would have been transferred long ago.

After chatting for a while, Markto left. Voldemort tried to communicate with some dementors again, but he also left soon after. This was really not a place for people to stay.

Around noon the next day, Voldemort left with the selected dementors and Dean Flitwick, who was still in bad condition. Of course, Moody followed him.

Dementors were dangerous, especially if they were to leave the North Sea island, so Moody would escort them to the academy, which would save Voldemort a lot of trouble.

After walking around for a while, it was already sunset when we returned to the academy.

"Oh my God, Flitwick, are you okay?" Headmaster Sprout asked in surprise, "I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey. Your condition looks really bad."

"I have such an idea. Please excuse me, Sprout." Flitwick said weakly.

"What happened to him?" Professor McGonagall asked immediately after Flitwick left.

"Use Legilimency against Dementors, stupid Flitwick, I never knew he was so reckless." Moody said first before Voldemort could speak.

"I hope he's okay." Dumbledore looked at the dementors in the training ground and said, "How about this one? It looks very well-behaved."

"He will control himself." Voldemort said, "I tried Legilimency on him, and he controlled himself very well and did not hurt me."

Moody curled his lips. He didn't believe what Voldemort said. Even though Marko had said the same thing, he still couldn't be convinced.

"If that's the case, then he is really an obedient dementor." Dumbledore approached the dementor with some curiosity, and then nodded with satisfaction, "It is indeed not as aggressive as other dementors."

"I, give it to you, use magic, don't hurt me..."

Voldemort repeated a few words again, and then used Legilimency on him despite Dumbledore's dissuasion - the happy emotions were still sucked away, but the damage was not great.

"He's really well-behaved. He seems to be very suitable for practicing spells with students." Dumbledore said with a smile and winked at Voldemort.

"This Dementor..." Moody paused, then stepped forward and said, "How can he be so well-behaved?"

As he spoke, he took out his wand and cast a Legilimency spell on it, and then...

The old former Auror almost gave up half his life here.

"He should have made it clear to the dementors first. He is trying rashly. Is he really an Auror?" Voldemort complained to Dumbledore as Snape dragged him away.

"You can't retaliate against him just because he said something about your dean. Quirrell, swallow your revenge. If you continue like this, you will become a Slytherin." McGonagall complained.

Asking for trouble, Voldemort shrugged and didn't care - he found himself talking a little too much, but he knew why because, like Markto, he was trying to find happiness.

Revenge makes people happy, but he expresses it to the wrong person. If it were Hagrid, he might give him a reply of approval.

"Do you need a day off tomorrow? I think your condition is not very good." Dumbledore asked.

"No need, Headmaster." Voldemort said with a smile, "I have always been very strict in senior classes, so there is no problem in this state."

"You're right, Quirrell, but I'm going to have a moment of silence for the senior class tomorrow."

Compared with Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore had a better sense of humor. He understood the meaning of Voldemort's words and joked along with him.

"This stone-wearing wall was made a bit hastily. I will observe it for a while. If it is feasible, I think it needs to be strengthened."

Professor McGonagall didn't understand what the two people were laughing at. She just looked at the place where the professors worked together to raise dementors and said thoughtfully.

"I will be living here for a while, Professor." Hagrid was late, but he expressed his position as soon as he arrived, "I will take good care of him. If he disobeys, I will use the Patronus Charm on him."

"You'd better show it off, Hagrid, I need to make sure you can handle it." Voldemort said with concern.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall also looked at Hagrid, they had the same worries.

"OK."

Hagrid nodded, raised his little pink umbrella, and said, "Call the gods to protect you."

Then, the front end of the small pink umbrella sprayed out a lot of silver light, which quickly gathered and turned into a huge eight-eyed spider.

Voldemort was sure that he had never seen such a big patron saint in his previous life - it was as tall as a second-story building.

"Oh, Hagrid, when did you learn it? And why is he so big?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

"Qi Luo told me his idea very early. He told me to let me learn it and maybe I could use it."

Hagrid shrugged and said, "He said it was difficult, but I learned it as soon as I could. I think it was because of the wand Quirrell gave me. It was so..."

He suddenly covered his mouth, but it was completely useless. He said everything that should be said and should not be said.

"You actually bought him a wand?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise, "If the Ministry of Magic..."

"McGonagall," Dumbledore said, interrupting her, "There are only a few of us here, and we won't tell anyone, right?"

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, then at Voldemort and Hagrid, and could only nod helplessly.

"You can easily learn the Patronus Charm, and it's not because of the wand."

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid again, "It's because of happiness. The more happiness, the richer it is, the easier it is to learn this magic. And you are the most optimistic and cheerful... child I have ever seen."

"Hagrid, you are such a happy mouth." Voldemort said with a smile.

If there is enough happiness, the patron saint will be big enough. Obviously, Hagrid's happiness is like a torrential river, continuous, so his patron saint...

"I haven't seen your patron saint yet, Quirrell." Old Bee suddenly said.

Voldemort rolled his eyes in his heart. No matter what time comes, this old man will always have suspicion behind his crescent-shaped glasses.

Perhaps, he has been acting too prominently recently? Or was it Hagrid's "I told you so" that made Old Bee suspicious?

"Of course, the Patronus Charm requires happiness." He was thinking in his heart and did not delay speaking. Then he picked up the wand, waved it, and said, "Call the guardian angel."

A silver-white goshawk patronus flew out of the yew wand - this was very Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, McGonagall also glanced at it, and Hagrid asked his eight-legged spider patronus to chase the goshawk, but Voldemort quickly withdrew his patronus.

He didn't feel confident that Quirrell was in control of his body. After all, there were some subtle differences in their demeanor.

Vote for happy Hagrid, otherwise you will dream of an eight-clawed spider at night~~~A curse from a Slytherin graduate!