Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Lucius Malfoy was not having an easy time.

Ever since his son damaged Harry's reputation, Dumbledore had made things difficult for him.

Moreover, under Dumbledore's pressure, many usually reliable pure-blood allies have become less reliable.

"Lucius, go to bed early. If you have anything to do, we'll be busy tomorrow."

Narcissa walked into the study, closed the account book in Lucius' hand, and said in a tone that could not be refused.

"I never knew that Dumbledore had so much energy." Lucius said, rubbing his eyebrows.

"It's not too late to know now. Let's go, it's late at night." Narcissa said, holding her husband's hand.

At this moment, a house elf suddenly appeared.

"What's the matter, Dobby?" Lucius asked with some dissatisfaction.

Ever since he knew that the house elf was unreliable, he had arranged for Dobby to go see the gate, but his sudden appearance still made Lucius dissatisfied.

"Someone wants to see you, but he doesn't have an invitation letter. Dobby came to ask the master if he wants to see him." Dobby said aggrievedly. He had no idea why the master was disgusted with him.

"Who do you recognize?" Lucius asked.

"Dobby didn't recognize him, but Dobby smelled the compound potion from him."

The older the family, the more comprehensive the training of house elves. Dobby obviously has extraordinary abilities, but it is a pity that Lucius no longer trusts him.

"It's too late, the other party pretended again, Lucius..." Narcissa obviously wanted to dissuade him, but Lucius had a different view.

"Dobby, you go to the warehouse and stay." After Lucius finished speaking, he called Hera, "Protect me."

Seeing this, Narcissa wanted to follow, but Lucius refused - he didn't know who the other party was, and it was better to be cautious.

Taking the house elf to the gate, he saw a figure hiding in a cloak from a distance. Lucius frowned and was about to ask a question, but the other person spoke first...

"it's me."

There were only two words, but with that tone of voice, how could he not know who it was.

"Hera, inform Narcissa, with the utmost grandeur..."

"Don't be arrogant and open the door."

"Okay, Lord... okay."

Lucius ignored Hera's confusion and walked towards the door, looking like he was going to take matters into his own hands.

Of course Hera didn't allow it. She took the lead, but Lucius did not retreat and still put his hand on the door - this was just a formality, but it meant a lot.

"Call Narcissa and let's meet in the study without anyone else."

Lucius nodded immediately, and then arranged for Hera to inform the hostess.

Not long after, the two came to the study, opened the door and saw Narcissa.

"This is..." Lucius didn't know how to introduce it.

"Long time no see, Narcissa." The man in the cloak took off his hat and said.

Narcissa looked at the person in front of her in confusion. She did not recognize this person at all.

"I have changed, Narcissa, but you should remember me." He said confidently.

"You..." Narcissa was still confused, but when she noticed the man's arrogant and confident demeanor, she was suddenly startled, "You are... you are..."

She didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, but she didn't say anything for a long time.

"It's me, Voldemort." Voldemort stepped forward, gave her a warm hug, and greeted her with a kiss, and then said softly, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble again."

Narcissa was so stunned that she couldn't come to her senses, not because of the mysterious man's sudden visit, but because of his words... She had never seen the mysterious man be so considerate.

"Is Senior Abraxas okay?" Voldemort asked Lucius again, "He is here unexpectedly. I should take the initiative to greet him."

"Father is upstairs, but he is in very bad condition and is not suitable for visitors." Lucius answered cautiously.

"He hasn't recovered from the backlash of the curse yet?" Voldemort asked with a frown.

Of course he knew what the old Malfoy had done, and that incident was very close to the point where he would cause harm to the wizarding world.

"Yes, Lord..."

Just as Lucius was about to explain, Voldemort reached out and interrupted him.

"Call me Voldemort, or sir. Forget it, master. I don't like that title anymore." Voldemort said calmly.

Lucius and his wife looked at each other, but did not dare to speak - Voldemort was notoriously moody, and he really did not dare to try.

"This is an order, Lucius, tell me about your father." Voldemort said with some dissatisfaction.

"Yes...yes, sir."

After all, Lucius did not dare to call Voldemort by his name. "In the past few years, my father was still swinging between sobriety and confusion. In the past few years, my father has become completely confused and would even attack people randomly, so..."

Voldemort nodded and said: "I am not good enough now. When I recover, I will treat my senior. Everything he has done is for the honor of pure blood."

"The honor of pure blood." The couple said in tacit agreement, as if they had received instructions.

Voldemort nodded and did not comment on this. Instead, he opened his pocket and took out a crown wrapped in linen.

"Is this...Ravenclaw Diadem?"

Lucius was knowledgeable, he recognized this thing at a glance, and the thing Voldemort took out was obviously not a fake.

"It has been in my hands for decades. It was hidden in Hogwarts before, but now it is no longer safe there. I put it in your home."

Voldemort then threw the diadem on the desk and let it spin around for a few times before stopping.

"Don't touch it easily. It's just like that notebook, very evil."

Lucius nodded immediately. Of course he wouldn't dare to touch the things Voldemort gave him - it was okay to give them away.

"Draco has made great progress recently. He has been fighting with Percy in school, which is good." Voldemort praised again.

The couple immediately had a smile on their faces, and the child made them forget the horror.

"There are a few things that need to be arranged."

Voldemort's words immediately made the couple serious.

"Azkaban, place your own people there, the strikers there..."

"Bella is learning about the Animagus, providing her with mandrakes, and other things..."

"Contact all credible Death Eaters and ask them to learn Occlumency, using that method..."

"Percy, let him join the Ministry of Magic for a short-term internship during the summer vacation. We need to use our own people who he won't resist..."

After telling Lucius many of her thoughts, Narcissa cleverly found a notebook and wrote them down one by one.

During this period, while the two were discussing, she went out to get some fruit.

Voldemort also thanked him for this. Narcissa was obviously not used to Voldemort's politeness, but she still tried to express the emotion that it didn't matter.

"I need a pensieve. Use it immediately. It won't take long. I will leave when I'm done."

Finally, Voldemort said this.

"Ready for you at once, sir."

Lucius stood up, not as tired as before, but in high spirits.

The rational Voldemort allowed him to see the hope of pure blood, which also made him more confident and full of fighting spirit.

Pure blood, pure blood, your glory will shine on the wizarding world again, under the leadership of the Dark Lord... Lucius Malfoy thought so when he went to get the Pensieve.