Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Academician Roger Penrose's scientific research team was selected by Voldemort from the list provided by Porches.

The reason is that he and Stephen Hawking jointly founded the mathematical structure theory of modern cosmology - if you can't hire Hawking, then hire someone who has connections with him. This is what Voldemort thought.

Judging from the results, Voldemort was very satisfied. Although the academician himself did not participate, his disciples did have real talents and learning.

And Voldemort, who returned to Hogwarts with the [Book of Conjectures], immediately began his journey to tackle the key problem - compared to the obscurity of the magic book, this book full of various scientific theories is also difficult to chew.

This made time pass like a tidal wave, and it wasn't until that morning that he found many gifts beside his bed, and he realized that Christmas was here, and he didn't prepare a gift for anyone.

"Huh, knowledge is indeed the source of all pain..."

Taking a deep breath, Voldemort began to look through the gifts he had received - he had to return the gifts and explain why he forgot to send them on time.

"[Glorious Quidditch], Professor McGonagall, what I love is football, and a book can't change anything..."

Voldemort opened the first gift and threw the book onto the shelf - he couldn't be bothered to look at such boring stuff.

"[How to take care of adult teeth], Miss Know-It-All, take care of your own front teeth first..."

Another book that would just sit idle on the bookshelf collecting dust. Voldemort had no interest in it.

"The Fengya brand scarf... is very beautiful. Mr. Potter is very caring..."

Voldemort took the scarf and compared it in front of the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction - what Potter chose was very in line with his own aesthetic.

"Who will give me a note?"

Voldemort opened the note in confusion and saw that it read:

Dear Professor Quirrell:

From your students, Fred and George, I wish you a Merry Christmas and hope you will give us a gift in return, preferably the piece of paper you confiscated - a memory of our youth.

Your best-behaved students, Fred and George Weasley

"Hmph~"

Voldemort burned the paper directly. He didn't bother to pay attention to these two idiots and continued to open the gift.

"[How to Become a Ravenclaw], Headmaster Flitwick, how deep do you resent me?"

Another useless book. It seems that everyone likes to give me books. Do I seem to like studying so much?

With doubts in my heart, I opened the gifts one by one, and finally they were no longer all books:

Hagrid prepared pancakes for him...

Percy prepared a delicate handkerchief for him...

Kettleburn had sweets for him...

Then, another note appeared... Is sending notes so popular now?

Opening the note, the cursive characters on it came into view:

Dear Quirrell:

As a Christmas gift, I will take you to experience an unusual magical learning journey. I think it will be helpful to you. The time is up to you, but you must inform me in advance.

Your Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

There is no doubt that this is the best Christmas gift Voldemort has ever received.

He thought for a moment, came to his desk, and began to reply:

Dear Headmaster Dumbledore:

It's great to hear from you and thank you for the gift you've prepared for me. I've also prepared a gift for you: tickets to Manchester United's home Christmas fixtures.

If you have time tomorrow afternoon, you can take me on an unusual magical learning journey after we watch the game.

Your eternal student: Fu...

"Snapped."

I slapped my forehead hard and kept reading the [guessing book] recently. Sure enough, I was overusing my brain.

After changing a piece of paper and copying the contents again, Voldemort was ready to mail it out soon.

After doing all this, he returned to the bedside and continued to open the gifts. Except for Professor Snape, almost all the professors gave him gifts.

There were also many students who gave him gifts, including Ron, but they were not expensive things, but Voldemort remembered them all.

After that, he began to select the gifts to send back, and at the same time, he included a text message explaining that he had lost track of time due to his research on magic...

If someone else said this, it might not be credible, but in his daily performance, Voldemort was indeed a tireless person who devoted himself to the study of magic, so I guess no one would blame him.

After being busy like this for a long time, he received Dumbledore's reply at noon.

There wasn't much in the letter, it just said that there was no problem and asked Voldemort to come to the office to find him at that time.

Voldemort collected the letters, freshened up, and walked into the auditorium dressed beautifully - there was a Christmas dinner today, and it would be too unsociable for him not to attend.

"Quirrell, your gift came too late." Headmaster Flitwick complained as soon as he reached the classroom table.

"I forgot, I have been studying magic during this period." Voldemort spread his hands and said hello to Hagrid who was not far away.

"I'll give you a drink, Quirrell. I heard Hagrid said you're a good drinker." Dean Flitwick said with a smirk.

Voldemort shrugged, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp - he decided to indulge today and not study the [Guess Book], which had only three guesses left that he had not read.

"Quirrell, you haven't had a drink with me for a long time." Hagrid came over, holding his fishbowl-sized wine glass.

"I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight." Voldemort clinked glasses with him, drank it down again, and then said, "I'll drink in your cabin later. There are too many students here."

Hagrid nodded excitedly, and then invited Dean Flitwick and Professor Kettleburn.

Both of them agreed to go together, and Trelawney, who was not far away, took the initiative to join them, and Hagrid did not refuse.

Voldemort allowed Hagrid to make invitations to professors one after another, while he himself was immersed in Christmas delicacies:

The fat roasted chicken was very good, the barbecue was okay, the sausages and peas mixed with butter were very fragrant, and at the end, he drank a bowl of thick and thick soup.

After eating a little full, Voldemort stood up and followed the students to watch them set off fireworks.

"See you tomorrow, Quirrell, I'm looking forward to that game."

Before Voldemort left the auditorium, he saw Dumbledore wearing a bonnet decorated with flowers. He happily told Voldemort.

"I'm also looking forward to your lessons, Headmaster." Voldemort responded with a smile, and then walked out of the castle.

On the lawn outside the castle, students held colorful firecrackers in groups and showed off their skills:

Some students hid firecrackers in the snow...

Some students boldly held firecrackers and lit them...

Some students simply pointed firecrackers at their classmates...

"Hey, professor, where are our Christmas gifts?" the twins ran over and asked.

"Percy is here." Voldemort did not answer their questions, but pointed not far away.

"We took away his medal."

"Prefect's medal, so he's chasing us."

"But we've hidden the medal in the snowman."

"And I forgot which snowman it was."

"Hahaha……"

The twins laughed at each other, then ran away as Voldemort looked on happily.

"Professor, you should help me stop them." Percy complained as he flew past.

Voldemort smiled and took out his wand and swung it. The invisible rope hooked Percy's ankle, causing him to fall over.

The twins paused again to laugh at their older brother and give Quirrell a thumbs up.

"Professor..." Percy complained.

"Just kidding, Percy, be happy, it's Christmas," Voldemort said with a smile before sending him away to chase the twins.

What a carefree and happy day...

With this thought in mind, he slowly walked towards Brother Hai's cabin - there would be a big drink in the evening, which he was looking forward to very much.

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