Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 142 Breaking with Albus

"Bang, bang."

When he saw Voldemort put the gum into his mouth, the old man suddenly knocked his chest hard twice.

Then he raised his head and looked at Voldemort with fierce eyes: "I won't give up, Tom, I never give up."

Voldemort nodded, but his brow furrowed...

I can understand not admitting defeat, but what's the point?
In this world, are there still few people who refuse to admit defeat who are beaten to death by life?

No one conceded defeat, but those "dissatisfied" were all beaten away, and only "lost" remained in the end.

"Tom, you don't understand me."

Ferguson saw through his thoughts, pointed to the children training in the distance, "What did you see from them?"

"Er... the future?" Voldemort tried to answer.

"It's theirs, Tom, not mine."

Ferguson's words surprised Voldemort, but he knew that Class [-] was of great significance in Ferguson's coaching journey.

"They're my life, Tom, my life."

Ferguson roared loudly, even the children who were training in the distance looked over, but he didn't care at all.

"There are not many talented children, and it is even more difficult to gather them together. When you have the opportunity to grasp all these, it is an opportunity to change your life."

"Opportunity may only come once in a lifetime."

Ferguson stretched out a finger excitedly, the fingers he was holding turned white from the excitement, and the one that stood up trembled excitedly.

Voldemort stared at Ferguson's fingers, his eyes narrowed, his heart racing.

"I take them as my life, but I never give up, Tom, I'm not a good person in the traditional sense."

Ferguson paused briefly. He chewed the gum quickly for a while, and then said, "Not all talented children are suitable for my lineup. I can't have such people."

Voldemort nodded, thinking of Snape.

Perhaps, this person who I once valued very much, and even in Lin Zuo's memory, I will also favor him in the future, is the one that I can't want.

"Some were injured due to accidents, so he has to leave, and those who won a small victory lost their ambitions, and those who were old and couldn't keep up with their bodies..."

"In short, on the road to victory, it is destined to be full of corpses, and..."

"No one's going to sleep on my laurels, Tom, not one."

"No other reason, just because I don't want to lose, I want to win."

Voldemort stared at Ferguson. He was not as old as Lin Zuo remembered, but his gaze was as tough as that time.

He's ambitious, he's ambitious, and he's determined...

Suddenly, Voldemort couldn't help but ask himself:

what do i want?
If I'm just delving into magic, then why do I have to pull between these people and things?
Maybe, I also want rights, but I am afraid that I will not get them, so I hesitate and wander between the two...

Voldemort was stunned in place, but Ferguson had a smile on his face, he knew that the man in front of him had realized it.

Everyone wants to win, but those who dare to face their winning heart...

not much.

"Welcome to the Road to Paranoia."

Ferguson murmured softly, turned his head and walked towards the child not far away.

His arrival naturally made the children very excited. They showed themselves positively and sweated wantonly on the Manchester training ground in the afternoon.

"Beckham, play more bravely." Ferguson roared loudly.

"it is good."

The blond boy responded loudly, followed by a clean tackle.

Ferguson applauded him, turned his head and saw that Voldemort was still in a daze, but beside him, an old gentleman appeared at some point.

Maybe, it's the elders of his family... He thought of this, and looked away again.

Voldemort pondered for a long time. When he cleared his mind and raised his head again, he saw Ferguson in the distance, yelling at the students of Class [-].

"Have you turned on the hair dryer?" He murmured happily with a smile.

"What hair dryer?"

The voice of inquiry suddenly sounded in his ears, startled Voldemort, he almost instinctively picked up the wand with his right hand, touched the pistol at his waist with his left hand, and turned his head...

"Albus?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

"I guessed you would come here, Tom, I found a picture of you hugging Ferguson on the TV station." The old bee said with a smile on his face.

"You're really annoying, Albus, can you please stop pestering me?"

While talking, Voldemort took out a pistol with his left hand, held it in his hand while avoiding Ferguson's sight--I really wanted to kill this old guy with one shot...

"I need to figure out what you're up to, Tom, and the change in you makes me think... maybe there's still hope for you."

Dumbledore glanced at the gun in Voldemort's hand, and the old guy still had some curiosity in his eyes.

"There is no hope, Albus, just now, hope is gone." Voldemort said with a smile.

Dumbledore looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

"I want to take back the power, Albus, starting today, if I don't climb to the pinnacle of the wizarding world, I won't stop if I don't stand on the highest point to see all the mountains and small mountains."

Voldemort laughed at Yan Yan, but the smile on Dumbledore's face was fading.

"Tom, are you sure?" Dumbledore asked, slowly pulling out the Elder Wand.

"Is it the Elder Wand? Albus, the Deathly Hallows, isn't it?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore was taken aback, he didn't expect Voldemort to recognize it.

"I've thought about getting it, the kind I'd love to have, Albus, and it looks like I'm going to take it out of your grave."

As Voldemort said, he finally took his greedy eyes away from the Elder Wand, and aimed the gun in his left hand at the children playing football in the distance.

"See that blond kid? Albus, his name is Beckham, he will grow up to be a heartthrob, very handsome."

Voldemort smiled and picked up the pistol twice, "One shot, he has no future."

"Are you threatening me?" Dumbledore asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Otherwise?" Voldemort looked puzzled, "If it's not a threat, do you think I'm joking?"

Dumbledore was silent. He stared intently into Voldemort's eyes, hoping to see more, but there was nothing but a smile there.

"Are you going to kill Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"It depends on what you do, Albus, I have no intention of killing at the moment, but if you bother me again..."

Voldemort chuckled, "I'm better at group attacks than Sirius. Which county do you want to kill a group of people?"

Dumbledore:  …

"Get out of here, and stay away from me, Albus, and don't bother me again, one last warning."

Voldemort finally put away his smiling face, "Once again, I will choose one of the Muggle wizards to kill, and I will do what I say."

Dumbledore stared at Voldemort for a long time, then used Apparation full of anger, and disappeared before Voldemort's eyes.

"Hey, where was that person just now?" Ferguson asked loudly in the distance.

"Going home to cook, my housekeeper, he made soup for me tonight."

Voldemort said with a smile, then waved him goodbye and left the training ground alone.

Once you have a goal, you need to make a plan, just like football, there must be a technique and tactics... Voldemort thought.

(End of this chapter)