Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 103 Two Worlds
"Squeak... squeak..."

The dim street lights shone into the park, the double swing was rippling, and a large and a small figure sat side by side.

"Professor, I found a lot of information about that person, because of Snape." After a silence, little Hermione said, "That person is not pure blood, is he?"

"No, but with the glory of pure blood." Voldemort said firmly.

"Did he do all this to protect the interests of pure blood?" Little Hermione asked, frowning.

Voldemort froze, he thought for a while, then shook his head helplessly.

"Then why?" Little Hermione was puzzled.

"There are always people who are unwilling to be ordinary and full of desire for power."

Voldemort's face was half in the shadows and half illuminated by the dim streetlights. Hermione turned her head and saw a trace of helplessness from the corner of the mouth of the half of the face illuminated by the streetlights.

"Professor, are you sorry?" Hermione said softly.

Voldemort turned his head to look at Hermione, and the two looked at each other for a long time before they separated.

"He's just like us, Hermione, that's a great chance for us." Voldemort turned his head, waved his wand, and the swing moved even faster.

"Us?" Hermione asked curiously, "Are you talking about Muggle wizards?"

Voldemort nodded and remained silent.

"In your opinion, he screwed up, didn't he, Professor?" Hermione asked.

"Yes."

"Why, Professor?"

"Paranoia, arrogance, lack of respect for life, lack of understanding of social structure, there are too many reasons, but the core should be too selfish."

"But the current wizarding world is also very good. Although there are bad things happening in school, it is still good overall."

Hermione looked at Voldemort again, and there was light in her eyes against the backlight.

"Because of Dumbledore." Voldemort looked at her with a smile on his face, "If someone can bring darkness, someone can bring light, but the light is more than 100 years old, we can't expect an old man who is more than 100 years old Do more."

"Professor, will you succeed the headmaster and shine?" Hermione asked expectantly.

Voldemort froze for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, reached out and stroked Hermione's messy hair, and said, "For some reason, I don't have that chance."

"I don't understand." Hermione shook off Voldemort's hand a little unhappy, and said with a pouted mouth.

"When you grow up, you will understand."

Voldemort's words made Hermione even more unhappy. She turned her head in dissatisfaction and didn't speak for a long time.

Both of them stopped talking, and the park returned to silence. After a long time, Hermione finally couldn't bear the silence.

"Professor, can you tell me about pure blood? What do they represent?" Hermione asked.

"The core of the wizarding world." Voldemort said without hesitation. "As you know, most people who are powerful enough come from pure-blooded or wizarding families with a long enough history."

"What about their glory?" Hermione asked again.

"It's too complicated, Hermione, it's just a theory." The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up again.

He really didn't feel the glory of pure blood, especially when those Death Eaters were prostrate in front of him - he was of mixed blood himself.

"Then what does it mean?" Hermione frowned, puzzled.

"Painting cakes... or rather, dreaming."

Voldemort murmured, "You know, when you want to make a difference—not yourself, but the world—you need some like-minded people. At this time, a vague but catchy name is very attractive. .”

"So that person chose the pure blood with the largest number?"

"It has something to do with his origin. As far as I know, he has a part of Slytherin's blood. He is the founder of Slytherin House, the Slytherin who left Hogwarts."

Hermione's small mouth turned into an "O" shape in surprise, and she stared at Voldemort with wide eyes.

"It doesn't mean anything, Hermione. Go and look at the genealogy of the British royal family. Many of their blood relatives have also become ordinary people."

Hermione put away her surprise, but she still felt that this was a very miraculous thing—the 11-year-old girl was still believing in fairy tales about princesses and princes, intelligence and insight were two different things.

"The Ron family is pure blood, right, the pure kind."

"Yes, as far as I know, his family has not married a Muggle, but maybe they will find a Muggle wizard in the future."

"Harry's are purebloods too, but they got a Muggle wizard, right?"

"Yes, requirements are changing, and the wizarding world is becoming more open."

"Then why is Ron poor, but Harry is rich, and the Malfoy family is also rich, shouldn't pure bloods be rich?"

"It's not like that, Hermione. It's very difficult to create and keep wealth. Every family has done a lot for this, especially those long-standing families."

"Why is Ron's family poor?"

"The ancestors did not leave enough wealth, and the contemporary Weasley has many children, and the concept of consumption is advanced. There are too many reasons. In short... it belongs to the kind that deserves what it deserves."

"They're against that man, aren't they? Weasleys have always been Gryffindors, and they don't like Slytherins."

"Those who don't get benefits, of course have to oppose those who have vested interests. Of course, this is more complicated."

"Where is the complexity?"

"Interpersonal relationships, personality discord...too complicated, Hermione, the appearance of that person is a conflict of interests, but at the same time it also set off a revolution in the wizarding world, but he is too ignorant and has no goal."

"What do you think he should have?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at Voldemort.

"Thought it out, Hermione, I'm not him." Voldemort smiled wryly.

"You must have thought about similar questions, tell me, professor, what kind of goal do you think we should have?" Hermione asked chasingly.

Voldemort frowned, pondered for a long time, and said, "It should be to make the wizarding world more open and inclusive. Magic needs to improve, just like the Muggle world."

"What happened to the Muggle world?" Hermione asked.

She is only 11 years old, and she does not have a good understanding of the ups and downs of world history and the promising future brought about by the development of science and technology in the past hundred years.

"The Muggle world is developing rapidly. Hermione, I have a Muggle friend who bought a patent called the World Wide Web that was researched the year before last. He said that thing can change the world."

"World Wide Web? Never heard of it." Hermione shook her head and said, she didn't understand what the professor meant at all.

"Computer, you know?" Voldemort asked, turning around as if interested.

"know."

"The World Wide Web can connect these computers, just like the telephone, but it is more convenient and can convey more information. You can watch everything thousands of miles away through the computer. It is not like TV, but everyone can share information."

"Can it really be so magical?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Of course, and in the foreseeable future, computers will also make great progress. Muggles can use computers to do many things, and even develop robots, just like in science fiction blockbusters."

Hermione was amazed. The world Voldemort described was completely beyond her imagination.

"Oh, the wizarding world..."

Voldemort suddenly lost all interest, turned around and sighed.

Hermione, who was staring excitedly at the professor and imagining more, was taken aback by Voldemort's lament, but thought about the contrast between the two worlds...

"Ah~~~" The little girl also lamented like a little adult.

As the night deepened, the street lights became even dimmer, so that the faces of Voldemort and Hermione were immersed in darkness.

The two of them were silent, without saying a word, only the old swing made a "creak~creak~" sound, as if they were telling the oldness and oldness of the wizarding world.

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