Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 12 The Blood of the Enemy
"Harry..."

"Don't say his full name."

Voldemort said cautiously, "We must be careful, maybe his name is also cursed."

"Ok."

Dani was kind, and looked at the surveillance screen and asked, "How did he beat you back then?"

"Defeat? No, that's killing."

Voldemort shook his head and said, "But it wasn't his means, it was his mother, Lily Potter."

"She used her life and love to cast an ancient magic, and this magic still protects her children to this day."

Dany looked at Harry Potter in the picture in surprise, and asked guessingly, "Is there a protective magic for bloodline determination?"

"Yes."

Voldemort looked at Dany with some surprise. He didn't expect this vampire wizard to be so smart that he could deduce the result from just a few words of his own.

"A long life will always bring me something." Dani responded with a smile.

Voldemort nodded thoughtfully, didn't say anything, just looked expectantly at the TV screen.

In the picture, Purkis is communicating with Harry and looks very happy, but Harry's eyes are always darting to the oven-he looks hungry.

"Eat this fatty one, it can satisfy your taste buds and your body at the same time."

Purkiss picked up a piece of grilled meat that was dripping with oil and placed it on Harry's plate.

"I won't let him eat it," Dudley yelled, getting up.

"I...I won't let him eat either." Pierre, who choked on the red meat sausage, followed up.

Potter's emerald green eyes rolled—he wanted to run away with the meat, but the situation was not in his favor, so he turned his begging eyes to Pokiss.

The Dursleys, and Bokis's wife, were watching him, waiting for his decision.

"My boss taught me to learn to share."

He first gave Harry a comforting smile, and then looked at the two children, "I got it, I have to share it out, I have learned it, I have to teach it."

"Only in this way, everyone feels that you can rely on you, and when you need it, you can also rely on everyone."

The two children were a little confused, but Mr. Dursley understood what Borches meant—he was going to give Harry Potter meat.

"You said that?" Daenerys asked in front of the TV.

"Yes." Voldemort nodded, admitting.

"Is this your perception of the last time you failed to rule the British magic world?"

"One of the insights."

Voldemort nodded, and looked at Daenerys sincerely, "I don't blame you, when I gained power, I didn't give you any resources, so..."

Daenerys nodded and said nothing, but after Voldemort turned her head, her eyes shone with reverence—when the most powerful dark wizard learns to reflect, can anyone defeat him for the second time? ?
Dumbledore?

He is too old.

Daenerys thought about it, and slowly stretched out her hand, trying to grab Voldemort's arm, but Voldemort turned his head and stopped him instantly.

"This is not my body, wait a minute..."

After a short silence, Voldemort said again, "I'm sorry, but in terms of loyalty, I care a lot."

"I also care, otherwise I won't wait for you for hundreds of years."

The eyes of the beautiful Daenerys were full of love, and Voldemort felt his heart beating faster, which made him have to look away and look at the TV.

"I have made sufficient preparations, and I will be resurrected... So, I will talk about this after I am resurrected."

He whispered softly, telling Daenerys, which made the corners of her lips curl up in delight.

The two returned to silence, only the voice on the TV remained.

Bokis is very talkative, and it can be seen that he is imitating Voldemort's style in his words-confident, calm, and slow.

"You should have another piece, Harry, you're still growing."

He called Harry, whistled at the same time, and called Geoffrey, "Eat more meat, you can grow as tall as Dudley, and so is Peel... ahem..."

In the middle of speaking, he seemed to be choked by the smoke from the barbecue, and coughed twice, while Jeffrey, who was eating sausage at Harry's feet, seemed to have received some order in a flash...

It suddenly gave up on the sausage, and bit Harry's ankle without hesitation.

Everything was so fast, Harry was swallowing and holding up the plate, looking at the barbecue with anticipation in his eyes.

then……

"what."

With a cry of pain, he dropped the plate, but he didn't fall—Jeffnie didn't bite too hard.

"Harry, are you all right?"

Bokis asked with concern, and the Dursleys also came over, only the two children applauded and clapped their hands.

"It bit me... but it didn't hurt, I was just taken aback."

As he spoke, he lifted his trouser legs, and he could see two scratches on his ankles, with bloodstains, but no bloodstains.

"It's nothing, but you're such a troublemaker." His aunt said dissatisfied.

"Don't say that to the child."

Pokis shook his head and said, "We need to go to the hospital to check. This dog has just been bought, and it's hard to confirm whether it has been vaccinated against rabies."

"No, not at all."

Mr. Dursley refused, "It's just a blood mark. He must have scared Jeffrey."

"Vernon, you can't make me feel guilty, just take a few shots to prevent it, no trouble."

As Pokis said, he had already taken out the car keys from his pocket, "Vernon, it's good for the two of us to go, go and come back quickly, there is a hospital nearby, I know it well."

Without Mr. Dursley refusing, he had already pulled Harry out of the yard.

Seeing this, it was really hard for Mr. Dursley to refuse. He had no choice but to complain to his wife and Mrs. Purkis, "Harry is a troublemaker", and they walked out together.

The three quickly got into the car, and Pokis started the Rolls-Royce and drove out of Privet Drive.

"Is this how you do it?" Daenerys asked. "Bring Harry here, take his blood, and kill him?"

"No, Dany."

Voldemort smiled wryly, "Don't just think about killing, that's the last resort."

"Then what are you going to do?" Daenerys asked suspiciously.

"I just need his blood. As for him... it's still useful, let's keep it first." Voldemort said softly.

Daenerys curled her lips, obviously not agreeing with what he said—vampires never let their enemies live, and she knew the night where the enemy was.

Voldemort shrugged, making no attempt to change her mind.

After waiting quietly for a while, the Cadillac finally appeared on one of the many TVs in front of the two of them.

Purkis got out of the car first, then Harry, and finally the fat Dursley - whose fat frame made it difficult for him to move around.

"I'll take him through the procedure, just wait for me here."

Bokis said empathetically, but Dursley obviously didn't want him to see his embarrassment, so he waved him and Harry to leave first.

So the two walked into the hospital and into another TV screen.

"A blood draw from a hospital in the Muggle world?" Daenerys asked, looking at Voldemort.

"Yes, if you are bitten by a dog, you will always have to check."

While the two were talking, Harry had already arrived at the blood draw place, he rolled up his arms and put his hand into the window.

"Blood is drawn in this scene, and the blood bags will be delivered in this order."

Voldemort pointed to the TV and said the way to go, "Help me watch it, I want to make sure that the blood bag is not lost."

"Will someone do that?" Daenerys asked, but her eyes followed Voldemort's will, staring at the picture.

"As far as I know, no, but I must be cautious, this is related to my resurrection."

Voldemort stared at the video screen and said seriously.

After listening to his words, Daenerys looked more seriously.

(End of this chapter)