Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 149 A Conversation Between Two Death Eaters
It was late at night, and the light in the small building was still on, which meant that its owner hadn't rested yet.

Old Nott was guarding the door. His task was to stop Dumbledore from appearing and buy time for Voldemort to leave.

Although Voldemort felt that Dumbledore would not come, he didn't let old Nott leave, just in case.

Old Nott stayed here for more than ten days, and he was generally used to this kind of life.

Every night when he couldn't sleep, he would sit in the shade in front of the small building and drink the drinks provided by the house elves of the Malfoy family.

But today was different, the house elf didn't come, but Lucius walked over with a bottle of wine.

The two sat on two armchairs, and there were two glasses of wine on the small table, drinking one or the other.

"What do you think it means?" Lucius asked first.

There was no surprise on Old Nott's face, he knew the meaning of Lucius' coming here.

"Try it." Old Nott glanced at the lights upstairs that were still on, and whispered like Lucius, "The Dark Lord is back this time, it's different."

"I discovered it a long time ago, but..." Lucius said hesitantly, "The glory of pure blood..."

"What glory?" Old Nott turned to look at him and asked.

Lucius was taken aback for a moment, and opened his mouth twice, but he really didn't say any glory.

"Those of us who were the first to follow the Dark Lord don't talk about glory."

Old Nott took a sip of his wine and looked at the sky full of stars, as if lost in memory.

"At that time, we just thought he was strong, wise, and ambitious, and we voluntarily followed him, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children, hehe, in a flash, it has been more than 40 years."

"More than 40 years..." Lucius blinked, he was not yet 40 years old this year.

Unlike the old Turner, he was born in 1954 and joined the Death Eaters after graduation.

At that time, Voldemort was already in his 30s, and it was also when he began to seek power for the first time.

The ambitious Lucius, who became Voldemort's subordinate during his rise, was valued for his intelligence and wide connections, and later made a lot of contributions to Voldemort's rise.

His life after graduation can be said to be smooth, including marrying a wife and having children, expanding the family business, all done while following Voldemort.

However, it all ended in 1981, when Voldemort's defeat left Lucius facing several charges and possibly even entering Azkaban.

Those were the darkest days of his life so far...

Fortunately, his wife supported him, and he didn't panic completely. With his wit and family connections, he pulled out of that damned vortex.

Since then, he has reflected on why the Dark Lord failed for a long time.

He is obviously strong enough, and he obviously has many supporters, but in the end... Could it be that he really lost to prophecy and fate?

He doesn't know, even if ten years have passed, he still can't figure it out.

But he felt that the Dark Lord must know why, because he had always been the wisest one.

Could this temptation be because he found a new direction?

"That's how Hogwarts used to be."

Old Nott's words interrupted his thinking, "Slytherin's hatred of Muggles was not caused by him. It was already like this when we were not in school."

Lucius was taken aback, and he blinked, thinking that it seemed to be true, but now...

"But now everyone says it's the Dark Lord who hates Muggles, and he's the one who wants to kill all Muggles, as if he's the most unforgivable one."

Old Nott said with a disdainful smile on his face, "Some people even think absurdly that as long as the Dark Lord completely fails, this kind of discrimination will cease to exist."

"He became our representative, didn't he?" Lucius said.

Old Nott pouted, but said nothing.

Lucius understood that he was referring to the fact that the Dark Lord himself was not a pure blood.

Although not everyone knew about it, Old Nott, who was Voldemort's classmate, definitely knew about it, and Malfoy...

His father had told him.

"What kind of person was the Dark Lord when he was in school?" Lucius asked curiously.

Of course he was curious about the Dark Lord's past, but his father never told him much about it, and the old Nott... was an arrogant person who didn't like to talk too much to "new recruits" like them.

"once?"

Old Nott glanced at him, then turned his head and took a sip from his wine glass, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

"I've never seen such an outstanding person, Lucius. I don't know what Dumbledore was like when he was in school, but I think, if only in terms of school performance, he may not be as good as the Dark Lord."

"Uh...that's too general, Nott, do you have any details?" Lucius asked again.

"In terms of details..." Old Nott frowned and thought for a while, and said, "At that time, no matter it was the Eagle Academy, the Badger Academy, or even some of the Lion Academy's prefects, they all obeyed him."

Lucius was really surprised this time. In his opinion, the Snake Court and the Lion Court cannot make friends at all.

"Don't be so surprised, Lucius, there are a lot of pure blood in the Lion Court, but it's true that the Dark Lord looks down on the Badger Court, he hates the weak." Old Nott said with a pursed mouth, it seems that he doesn't like the Badger Court too much .

"So the Badger School has the least number of Death Eaters, right?" Lucius said with a smile, he didn't like all the students outside the Snake School.

"Maybe..." Old Nott said with a restrained smile, "But before, the Dark Lord didn't distrust others that much. It seems that he started from the fourth grade, and he lost many friends from other colleges during that year."

Lucius' eyes lit up, as if he had glimpsed something...

Is it because of Horcruxes?Not so early.

"The Dark Lord is getting wiser," Lucius said. "I think he's trying to trust people again."

Old Nott looked at him strangely again, but then said, "If that's the case, I think it's the Dark Lord's intention to reveal this information this time."

"Why?" Lucius asked.

"Because of trust, Lucius, I don't know how you feel that the Dark Lord trusts you, but I have been here for more than ten days, which has already proved his trust in me." Old Nott said proudly.

Lucius nodded, agreeing with Old Nott's statement.

"Talk to those Death Eaters you are familiar with, Lucius, and talk about these thoughts of the Dark Lord. I think since he revealed it, it must have a deep meaning."

Old Nott lost interest in talking, he took a drink from his glass, got up and said again.

"Following the Dark Lord, or pursuing those illusory, never-existing glory, may not be a choice, but no matter what, you can't put the cart before the horse, Lucius."

"Following the Dark Lord, of course, Nott, I think I see what you mean."

Old Nott nodded, indicating that he was going to rest, and then walked into the first floor of the small building - where he lived temporarily.

Lucius watched him leave, sat alone for a while, then drank the remaining wine in the glass, got up and left.

(End of this chapter)