Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

His boss is a bit weird, Pochs knows that, but rich people have always been like this, right?

But today’s boss was so weird that he felt like he had seen a ghost:

He pushed open the car door, pointed the small wooden stick he often played with in his hand at himself, then muttered something, and then disappeared into the wind and snow.

Yes, Pochs was sure that he saw it correctly. The boss just disappeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, as if he had never existed before.

"Creak... creak..."

The wind and snow were so strong that he couldn't hear the sound of his feet landing on the snow, but in his mind he could still hear the footprints that spread deep into the snow.

"My Faq..."

He murmured like this, his meaning unclear.

…

The wind was strong, the snow was thick, and the footprints left on the snow after being invisible were very strange.

But Voldemort couldn't take care of this.

He was overcome with rage, for the first time, but perhaps not for the last time.

A young girl, just in front of him, had her legs broken by cruel villagers with sprays.

There was actually a bullet that almost hit me. These damn Muggles must learn to respect wizards... He thought this way and walked towards the distant village.

Entering the village, the surroundings were silent, but further away, a group of people gathered.

He walked over and saw that it was a church. The huge cross was blown crooked by the wind and snow, like a crooked faith.

Voldemort approached, walked around the crowd, and saw many women gathered here.

"Run away, die, stay, live."

The villager who fired the gun before roared at the women as if he was the lord and king here, representing God and rules.

Voldemort approached and found that the woman with the broken leg had been stripped naked and hung on a dilapidated cross, with wood piled under her body.

"Burning at fire is her punishment. If someone..."

He was delivering a speech that was so disgusting that Voldemort didn't bother to listen.

He knelt down and looked at the many women kneeling in front of this man. Most of them had injuries on their faces, and they were all looking at the man tremblingly.

A few of them were not injured, but their eyes were dull, as if they were stupid.

"Let the fire consume her sins. If you do the same, the flames will purify..."

The speech continued, much to Voldemort's annoyance, he waved his wand and the man shut his mouth, unable to speak again no matter how hard he tried.

Voldemort didn't care about him and walked towards the gathered villagers. The enthusiasm on these people's faces was turning into confusion, but no one had pity on their faces...

not a single one.

"How did you get here?" Voldemort asked as he came to the bound woman.

The woman was startled. She didn't know who was speaking. She just glanced left and right in fear, but no one spoke near her.

"You can't see me, but I can save you and answer my questions." Voldemort said coldly.

"My ex-boyfriend, he brought me here. He said he was going on a trip..." the girl said in a low voice and hastily, "Are you a devil? I am willing to give everything, just ask you..."

"What's going on with those kneeling people?" Voldemort interrupted her and asked.

"They were all cheated, robbed, and sold by the police." She said eagerly, "This place is too remote and I couldn't find a wife in the village, so..."

"Are there any innocent people?"

"What?" the girl asked in shock.

"I mean, are there any innocent villagers who were not involved?"

"No, not one, they are devils, devils..."

The woman cried, causing the villagers nearby who couldn't figure out why they couldn't speak to throw a torch at her.

"Bang."

The torch seemed to hit an iron armor, making a muffled sound, but it failed to hurt the girl.

"You disgust me, sir. Being a human being like you makes me very, very, very pained and angry..."

Voldemort suddenly appeared, so frightened that the person in front of him sat down on the ground.

The torch that fell to the ground was slowly igniting the wood, waking up the stunned people.

"It's you, sir, are you here to save me?" The tied girl recognized Voldemort's costume. She didn't know how Voldemort did it, but she knew that Voldemort could save her.

Because Voldemort had people, lots of people, and lots of guns.

"Where are your people? Sir, you are too much alone..."

"only myself."

Voldemort turned to smile at her, his smile full of sadness and apology, "Sorry, if you had made up your mind earlier, your lower body..."

"Damn it, you're looking for death."

The villager opposite was suddenly able to speak because Voldemort had lifted the spell, but before he could pick up the gun, Voldemort had already waved his wand.

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting."

He raised his hand with the Unforgivable Curse, and there was no mercy in his voice.

"Ah~~~"

The man fell to the ground in pain, twisting his body continuously. The heartbreaking pain came from nowhere, making him unable to resist at all.

"Painful, painful..."

Voldemort kept murmuring, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

The villagers in the distance didn't know what was happening, but they ran in bravely, and several of them even held guns.

"Avada~~King of Life~~~"

The wand was pointed at the enemy holding a gun, a green light flashed, and one person's life ended.

"It's the devil, he's the devil..."

The man who fell to the ground roared in horror, got up from the ground, and rushed out.

The crowd that rushed in also became frightened and began to recede like a tide. The villagers holding guns were so hit that they had no chance to aim.

"Avada~~King of Life~~~"

"Avada~~King of Life~~~"

"Avada~~King of Life~~~"

…

The Death Curse seemed to be the only magic in Voldemort's hand. He dragged the wand with his index and middle fingers and pressed his thumb on it.

He raised it slightly, and a green light shot out. He twisted his body, reversed his wrist, and pressed the wand down, and another green light shot out.

Take a step forward, a green light...

As soon as his eyes moved, a green light appeared...

Thoughts together, a green light...

One step kills one person, one thought kills a person.

Never before had Voldemort felt so comfortable killing people, and even the will of the remaining soul was laughing wildly with excitement... He had never been so identified with this new self.

Finally, there was no villager left in the entire church, only a dozen corpses of villagers, and the remaining villagers ran out.

"Do you want to follow them and witness their death?" Voldemort smiled and asked the girl whose lower body was tattered and bleeding.

"Of course, my angel." The girl's swollen face showed joy from the bottom of her heart.

Voldemort swung his wizard robe, wrapped it around the girl, and carried it on his back - the girl without legs did not weigh much.

"Hide here and don't go anywhere."

He told the remaining ladies, and then walked towards Fengxue.

"What's your name?" Before walking out of the church, he asked the girl on his back.

"Angel." The girl said in a light voice, "My father said that I was his angel, so he gave me this name."

Voldemort smiled and looked happy because he was carrying an angel on his back.