Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 133 The Dark Lord's Theory of Power

Draco reluctantly walked up to the second floor, and then saw his father discussing something with that man.

While eavesdropping, he watched that person. What surprised him was that the person's appearance had changed a little, and his body was also a little bent.

"If possible, sir, I think he will enter this circle later, he is still young..."

"Don't worry, Lucius, I know he's still a child, and in my plan, he won't be involved until he becomes an adult."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

His father bowed deeply, which made Draco feel a little uncomfortable.

"Then I'm going to prepare for that ceremony, sir, thank you for your willingness to guide Draco."

"I like to be a teacher, Lucius, don't be so polite."

After the communication, Lucius walked out of the room and gave Draco a hard look when he passed by.

Draco didn't notice the look in his father's eyes, all he could think about was why his father was so...respecting his teacher.

"Come in and sit down, Draco, I don't think we need to introduce ourselves to each other."

As Voldemort spoke, he sat on the desk and picked up his pen at the same time to continue writing the unfinished letter.

Draco walked into the room silently, and he found that there were many electronic devices in the room, which looked very unwizard.

Sitting across from the professor, he noticed that the professor's hand joints had become very strange - a big lump bulged.

The professor was writing a letter, and he didn't dare to ask casually, so he looked at the unfinished letter curiously:

My best friend Albus:
I am sorry for the hasty parting that day, and at the right time, I will come to the door to apologize.

In addition to this incident, there is another incident that haunts me so much that I am obliged to write to you specifically.

Regarding the Philosopher's Stone, although I don't know its specific efficacy and purpose, I have mixed feelings when I think that such a powerful and magical magic item will be destroyed.

Albus, the wizarding world is already so rich, are you going to destroy such items at will?
Forgive me for being incomprehensible with my shallow wisdom. It is said that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade. Your behavior is simply that the predecessors cut down trees, regardless of the lives of future generations...

Draco, who was silently reading the letter, stared wider and wider.

The professor's letter in front of him was boldly written. The first part was just persuasion, but the latter part was full of reprimands.

Why disregard the future of the wizarding world for a hundred years...

Disregarding the inheritance of the wizarding world, deliberately damaging the achievements of the wizarding world...

A sinner in history, a disgrace to the wizarding world, a gravedigger in magic research...

The fierce words and harsh reprimand really opened Draco's eyes.

And when he looked at the professor's face, he got only two emotions:
Happy and refreshing.

Draco had to suspect that the professor mentioned the Philosopher's Stone just to find a fair reason to reprimand (curse) the Headmaster.

"Shhhh~~~"

At the end of the letter, the professor confidently signed:
Your best friend, Professor Dark Magic Defense.

What kind of name is this riding horse... Draco thought, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, tell me about you, Draco." After writing the letter, Voldemort, refreshed, looked at Brother Drag, "How about the fight with Percy?"

"That must be a failure, Professor." Draco immediately became angry, and gave Voldemort an angry look, "You know the reason."

Voldemort sighed and shook his head, and said, "I thought one semester was enough for you to realize the benefits, Draco, I'm a little disappointed in you."

Draco frowned, looking at Voldemort puzzled.

"What do you think is the most important thing as a leader of a team?" Voldemort asked.

"Strength, great strength." Draco replied immediately.

"If personal strength could determine everything, the wizarding world would have changed a long time ago, Draco, use your wisdom." Voldemort pointed to his temple and said.

"Then...know people and make good use of them?"

"With this talent, you can roughly become a ruler of the land, but it is still a bit difficult to develop a career."

"Perseverance?"

"Without the basic conditions, perseverance and perseverance, nothing can be done."

Draco was so embarrassed, he thought about it, but couldn't think of any answer.

"The unique art of power, Draco, only power will lead you to the supreme throne." Voldemort took the initiative to give the answer, which made Draco's eyes light up.

"In terms of power, knowing people and using them well is considered power..."

"There's no need to argue, Draco, and it's not just about power, it's about art."

As Voldemort said, he pulled out a sheet of paper, tore it up, piled it together, and put one on top, saying, "Before Percy got power from me, you controlled them, didn't you?"

Draco nodded, looking at the pile of scraps of paper, his eyes were full of memories and reluctance - that was the starting point of his mastery of Slytherin, but the end came too quickly.

"call."

Voldemort took a breath, and the confetti flew up and scattered on the table, "I think this is the state of Slytherin after you fail, right?"

Looking at the "a plate of loose sand" on the table, Draco nodded and sighed helplessly.

Everything was fine at first, but it was all because of the professor in front of him, who made him fall from the peak to the bottom, and now he came to his home and educated himself...

"In this situation, Draco, what did you do?" Voldemort asked, ignoring the little Jiujiu in Draco's heart.

"Nothing can be done, Professor, everyone is so disappointed," Draco said.

"Draco, do you think those false powers before are real?" Voldemort murmured, reaching down a little, and the scattered paper scraps returned to the state of a pile.

Draco frowned, looking at Voldemort in confusion.

"Power that can be blown away by a gust of wind, boy, that's not power, that's interest, and it's not the kind of interest that is solid enough." Voldemort said, blowing the paper away again.

Draco had a thoughtful look on his face, and he asked softly, "Professor, what should I do?"

"How to do it? Of course it is to regain power in your hands."

As Voldemort said, he tapped his wand lightly on the table. The wind rolled up from around the table and blew towards the middle. Many pieces of paper were blown away, but more gathered together.

"Those blown away, Draco, those are traitors, egoists, they can be forgiven, they can be tolerated again, but... never enter the core again."

As he spoke, the wand shook, the wind got stronger, and the confetti slowly huddled together, getting thicker and thicker.

"Look, under the pressure of the outside world, they came back together stronger, more united and more confident."

Voldemort looked at the ball of paper swaying in the strong wind, and the fire of desire rose in his eyes—ever since he was driven into a rage by Dumbledore, Voldemort has become more and more thirsty for power.

"You mean, through Percy's test, the circle I've built will become stronger and stronger?" Draco asked in surprise.

"correct."

Voldemort took away his wand, and the ball of paper fell on the table, bouncing for two days, "Draco, learn from failures, seek opportunities from adversity, this is the instinct of a king, follow the trend... there is that Fate, all pigs will go to heaven."

Draco nodded vigorously, and looked into Voldemort's eyes, full of gratitude - this silly boy, has he forgotten the beating he suffered back then?
"Knock, knock, knock~~"

There was a knock on the door, and Old Nott poked his head in and said, "Sir, the ceremony is ready."

"Okay, I'll come right away." After Voldemort finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave.

"Can I go too, Professor?" Draco asked expectantly.

"That won't work, Draco," said Voldemort, "although Albus can't hurt you, he can see your memories, and I won't let you see any specific plans until you can't hide him. "

After he finished speaking, he walked around the table and left, leaving Draco stunned in place alone.

It turned out that the Occlumency Technique belonged to the principal of the defense... 12-year-old Draco was completely frightened.

(End of this chapter)