Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Don't tell Harry all this, you two, he doesn't need to know the truth."

Dumbledore's words caused confusion to appear on the faces of the two children.

"Why?" Hermione asked confused, and Ron continued, "Me too."

"Let him move forward in the fog, kid. You can help him, but you can't tell him the result directly. Let him find the answer on his own."

Obviously, Dumbledore's explanation could not make the two children understand what he meant.

The old man took off his crescent glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes. He looked very tired.

"Quirrell, I want you to help me explain the reason." Dumbledore said to Voldemort, "With your intelligence, you have already guessed it, right?"

Voldemort nodded, looking directly at the two children without any humility.

"The principal is training Harry, giving him enough clues to find answers. Children, this is the course the principal has prepared for Harry, a course unique to the savior."

Voldemort's explanation made the two children widen their eyes in surprise.

"Headmaster, you mean you are controlling all this? Look at Harry... Then you also know that we are looking for Nico Flamel..."

Hermione didn't say anything, but Dumbledore nodded, indicating that he knew everything.

"If you hadn't known about Snape..." Dumbledore waved the papers in front of him to merge together and return them to their original positions, "I don't think I would have asked you."

"You're not going to deal with Snape?" Hermione asked in surprise.

This time Ron didn't act like "Me too", he was basically down, not enough CPU, maybe not enough fans, who knows.

"The time hasn't come yet, and I'm more interested in the person behind him than Snape."

Dumbledore winked at Hermione, and then said, "Okay, kids, the noise outside the window tells me that Gryffindor has won, and it's time for you to celebrate."

Hermione still looked confused, but she nodded and left. As for Ron...

He followed Hermione like a puppet on strings, his brain completely burned out.

"Headmaster, it is not safe to leave Snape in school."

As soon as the two children left, Mag began to express his opinion, "Maybe he is the hidden stump that the person hid here, and he arranged it a long time ago."

Dumbledore frowned in thought and did not immediately respond to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at Voldemort, hoping that he would be on his side, but Voldemort helplessly spread his hands - the most fearful thing about a wolf jumping to the police is to make nonsense.

"Voldemort..." Dumbledore suddenly spoke, causing the two people in front of him to tremble.

McGonagall was frightened. Voldemort thought Dumbledore was calling him and almost agreed - but he vibrated like a cell phone and dealt with it very well.

Damn it, why are you asking me to do anything... Voldemort thought angrily.

"With his wisdom, of course he can make such an arrangement, but I always feel that his later wisdom..."

The words are not finished, but the meaning is clear.

Professor McGonagall frowned, her face still a little dissatisfied. She didn't care about Voldemort's wisdom, she just wanted the school to be safe.

Voldemort also frowned. He felt that Dumbledore was scolding him, but he couldn't find a reason to scold him back, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Okay, let everything continue. Snape's place... Quirrell, you are responsible for supervising him." Dumbledore finally settled his thoughts and stopped hesitating.

"Let me go, Quirrell doesn't know him well enough." Professor McGonagall volunteered.

"You can't. Everyone knows that I trust you the most, and your temper..." Dumbledore smiled, and Voldemort also laughed.

Professor McGonagall was very angry, but had nowhere to vent - she couldn't help but glare at Dumbledore, and finally glared at Voldemort.

"Okay, McGonagall, I will arrange everything. You can go back first. You should be happy that Gryffindor won Quidditch." Dumbledore said.

"I should be happy, but Snape makes me unhappy, and you." Professor McGonagall became angry, and no one dared to argue with him.

But after complaining, she nodded and left with the two of them - she always takes orders from Dumbledore, as everyone knows.

"Sit down, Quirrell. It will be much easier for us if we find someone." Dumbledore sat down first and then said to Voldemort.

"That person is with Snape?" Voldemort showed appropriate curiosity, not much, "Then he is hiding in Snape's office?"

"Of course not, he should be in a state of wandering soul. I can't completely confirm it yet. This needs more clues, but it may also be hiding among the children. There are many die-hard Death Eaters." Dumbledore conjured up two drinks. , signaling Voldemort to drink.

"Including that Malfoy?" Voldemort asked, "He caused you trouble again?"

"I made trouble for him." Dumbledore said with a happy smile, "He is also very anxious now. If he makes a mistake, his status as director will be gone."

Voldemort had a happy smile on his face, as if he was happy to see this, but he said in his heart:

Fellow Taoist, please wish yourself good luck!

"Monitor Snape, but don't be too obvious. You can put some pressure on him, understand?" Dumbledore asked him.

"But I can't beat him..." Voldemort said with a grimace.

Dumbledore put his hand on his forehead: "Qi Luo, you are Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor, use this place."

He pointed to his head, and Voldemort immediately understood.

"By the way, is there any progress on the spell you're researching?" Dumbledore asked again.

Voldemort immediately became energetic. He wanted to ask Dumbledore for advice countless times, but he didn't dare - there was no reason to kill him himself.

"No." Voldemort cast a repair spell and made it float in the air. "I generally deny the time characteristics of this magic, but I haven't found out the other characteristics."

"Do you have any special talents in magic?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort looked into Dumbledore's shining blue eyes and shook his head in confusion, indicating that he did not understand what he meant.

"Generally speaking, the biggest difference you showed before you learned magic represents your special talent for magic." Dumbledore said, "Think about whether you showed anything when you were young."

Voldemort nodded, lowered his head and began to think...

Lin Zuo directly ruled out that as a time traveler, he had no talent except for dreaming before rebirth, not only in magic, but also in life.

As for Voldemort, he had many talents, such as parseltongue, teleportation, and words that charm people - he was simply born with a memory spell.

"No, Professor." Voldemort quickly raised his head and said, "I am a Muggle-born. Before I received the letter, I did not show any abnormality that would attract attention."

Dumbledore nodded, but he still couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes: "Kid, that's troublesome. Generally speaking, wizards follow their talents, and it's difficult for us to break through the limits of our talents."