Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 14 A Few Things About Hogsmeade Village

"Ms Rosmerta, you look as beautiful as ever."

At the Three Broomsticks, Voldemort applauded softly—perhaps influenced by the remnant soul, he actually felt that Rosmerta, who was in her 40s, was more attractive than Daenerys, who looked like she was in her early twenties.

"Qiro, you can talk more than before." Rosmerta winked at him, then handed him a glass of butterbeer, and said, "You seem to be in a good mood."

Voldemort raised his glass, took a big sip, and said, "It's really good. I'm going to meet Dumbledore today and interview the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

He said, handing the interview letter to Rosmerta.

"Do you want to borrow my fireplace?" She took a look at the letter and asked.

"Yes, but it's still early, I have to eat something first, I'm hungry."

As Voldemort said, he took the letter and put it in his arms - The Three Broomsticks was one of the few places he knew that could connect to the Hogwarts fireplace.

Of course, the initiative is in Hogwarts. Generally speaking, the letter says two points, and the fireplace will be turned on around 01:30, and he can enter the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office from here.

And the reason why he was so happy was of course not only because of the interview, but the main reason was that he had confirmed that Dumbledore hadn't entered the Dursley's house through the phone call last night.

Apparently, it was Harry's weakness that had triggered the magic Dumbledore had left on him—or maybe the Squib had informed him—but in any case, Dumbledore didn't pursue it.

"I can make you a sandwich if you want."

Rosmerta said, turning around to sort out the ingredients, Voldemort looked at her graceful figure - he suddenly thought of Ron, if I remember correctly, Ron told this lady...

Sure enough, until the death of a man, he is still a teenager.

"No problem, Ms. Rosmerta."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosmerta turned his head, just in time to see his downward gaze, and his cheeks flushed suddenly.

"Sorry ma'am, all I can say is, you're so pretty."

Voldemort said without the slightest guilt, which caused Ms. Rosmerta to give him a shy look, then turned her head away with a smile, and began to prepare lunch for him.

Voldemort shrugged, glanced at the lady's graceful figure, and then looked out the window.

I have to say that Hogsmeade Village is indeed a village, not to mention pitifully small, with very few people.

The wizarding world has never been a prosperous place. As far as he knows, the number of wizards in the entire UK is only a few thousand—a few thousand. In his home country, there are so many people in larger villages.

"In this way...my war with the White Demon King should be regarded as a village fight...no, we all have magic wands as weapons, so it's a village-level fight with weapons..."

The thought made Voldemort laugh, and Rosmerta gave him a suspicious look.

After lunch, Voldemort didn't wait here for the opening of the Hogwarts fireplace, but walked to the elegant wizard clothing store not far away - he wanted to pick some stylish clothes.

Being able to advertise at the Quidditch World Cup shows that Fengya is quite powerful in the wizarding world - he has been to Mrs. Malkin's robe shop in Diagon Alley, and it is too ordinary. The clothes for men are fine, but the men's clothes are too ordinary.

"Welcome, what are your needs?"

As soon as she entered the store, the clerk asked enthusiastically—maybe no one came in all morning, so her enthusiasm made Voldemort quite uncomfortable.

"Choose one set of clothes. If it looks good, I don't mind choosing two."

As Voldemort said, he searched the store with his eyes, and was amazed by a suit of clothes after a while.

It was a set of black wizard attire, with simple purple patterns on the chest and arms, and silver embroidered edges on the collar and cuffs. The matching wizard robe was not wide, but very slim—this was the first time he saw it. Such a wizard robe.

"This is our new model this year, designed by Mrs. Westwood, using..." the clerk introduced it endlessly.

"I'll try a set," interrupted Voldemort.

Not long after, he put on this set of wizard robes, and it has to be said that his energy and spirit looked much better.

"The material is very comfortable, how much?" Voldemort asked.

"For the full set, 26 Galleons." The clerk's words were actually a little excited.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment. At this price, it is really not cheap.

"Pack up my changed clothes." After Voldemort finished speaking, he paid the money and left.

After he left the Fengya witchcraft clothing store, he walked to the Devis-Bans magic equipment store at the end of Hogsmeade village - he needed to buy some equipment here to repair the disappearing cabinet.

"A complete set of maintenance tools for magic cabinets, but few people buy them now."

The shop owner moved a large box, put it on the table and said, "There are tool manuals in it, but you need a little knowledge of alchemy to figure it out."

Voldemort nodded, and after paying, he glanced at the looking glass on the counter - he actually wanted to buy one, but was afraid that it would keep ringing.

"The latest model of tweeting looking glass has many more functions, volume adjustment..."

"No, thank you." Interrupting the boss's introduction, Voldemort lifted the box and put it in a cloth bag in his pocket - the cloth bag was cast with the Untraceable Stretching Curse.

It's illegal to use the No Trace Charm for private use, but who cares?At least the boss pretended he didn't see it and didn't say a word.

Leaving Devis-Bance, Voldemort returned to the Three Broomsticks again.

"Quirrell, this suit suits you so well." Seeing Voldemort walking in, the landlady's eyes lit up, and she praised sincerely.

"I think so too." Voldemort shook his magic robe, "and a light magic robe is more comfortable to wear."

"I think so, but the wizards on our side really rarely like slim wizard robes, but the wizards in the United States like this." Rosmerta said, reaching out to touch the material of the wizard robes.

Voldemort didn't run away, and as Madam Rosmerta approached, he caught the scent of perfume - something he was sure hadn't been there before.

Looking carefully at Rosmerta, he suddenly found that the makeup of the lady in front of him seemed to be different from before, and it looked...more refined.

"Have you touched up your makeup?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"What? Oh, yes." Ms. Rosmerta's cheeks were slightly flushed, which made her look even more attractive. "After washing my face, I simply touched it up."

Voldemort smiled, the makeup didn't look "simple" at all.

"This makeup suits you better and looks more beautiful." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Really?" She touched her face, looking a little shy.

An ambiguous atmosphere rippling between the two, Voldemort felt that something should be done at this time, otherwise the warm sunshine of the afternoon would be wasted.

"Rosmerta, give me a drink."

The store door was suddenly pushed open, and the visitor broke through all the ambiguity, causing Ms. Rosmerta to turn around and walk behind the bar in a hurry.

"Then... I'm going to use the fireplace." Voldemort said to her, and walked to the second floor of the bar.

I really want to give this bearded man an Avada to eat a big melon... Voldemort thought irritably.

(End of this chapter)