Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 175 Unacceptable
1992 8 Month 13 Day.

Malfoy Manor House.

"Professor, do you value Percy?" Draco asked curiously.

"Why do you say that?" Voldemort asked, handing him a bar of chocolate.

"You teach him and give him rights, if you don't..."

Draco was silent for a moment, took a sip of chocolate and said, "If you cultivated him like me, then he must have learned how to use power, right?"

"Yes." Voldemort admitted.

"Why?" Draco wondered, "Isn't authority only in the hands of one person? Why are you teaching two people at the same time? Are you cultivating Gu?"

"Not really."

Voldemort sat behind his desk and looked at Draco.

"You represent pure-blooded conservatives, Draco, your family, your friends, they are all conservative, Muggle-hating, understand?"

Draco nodded, of course he understood that everyone, including himself, hated Muggles.

"Percy is different from you. Although he also represents pure blood, he represents the faction of pure blood that is close to Muggles." Voldemort said, playing with the wand in his hand.

"We're opposites, aren't we?" Draco asked.

"Two opposites in pure blood, yes, Draco, that's it." Voldemort nodded.

"So we will be enemies in the future?" Draco frowned. Although he hated Weasley, he didn't hate it to the extent that he hated Muggles.

"For some special reason, Draco, I can't say more."

Voldemort pondered, and said in cautious words, "But I hope to have a representative for them, like your father, who can represent me to a certain extent."

"Professor Quirrell, I don't mean anything else, just... I don't think my father represents..." Draco didn't know what to say for a while, but he did feel that the Malfoy family should not be the representative of Quirrell.

"That's why I can't say it, Draco." Voldemort stood up and said to him, "If one day, you know something, you might be able to say something when you see Percy again."

The question mark on Draco's head, the professor's words are too convoluted.

"I'm also curious about his final choice, Draco, but when you know something..."

Voldemort said with a strange smile on his face, "You know what a difficult choice he has to make."

……

1992 10 Month 18 Day.

Hogwarts, Dark Defense Classroom.

Draco showed the same weird smile as his teacher, and after two months, he finally knew why this smile was so weird.

"I don't think there's anything we need to talk about, Draco, please allow me to call you that."

Percy looked at the "kid" in front of him indifferently and said, "But since you have something to say, let's say it."

"I have the same teacher as you." Draco didn't care about Percy's contemptuous attitude, he was quite happy, "Professor Quirrell, he lives at my house during the summer vacation."

Percy frowned, he wondered about Professor Quirrell's life experience, but obviously he had no way to know.

But the news he just received made him full of doubts.

Professor Quirrell, why do you live at Malfoy's house?
"And then?" Percy asked.

"He also taught me a lot, and should say more, Percy, please allow me to call you that too." Draco said.

"Professor Quirrell..."

After only saying four words, Percy fell silent. He didn't know what to ask for a while, and he was a little confused.

"It's not Quirrell, Percy, our teacher is not Quirrell." Draco's smile became wider and weirder.

"Not Quirrell?" Percy didn't understand what he meant.

"I only found out not long ago, Percy, after Dumbledore went to see me."

Draco frowned, as if recalling some bad memory, but he quickly smiled again, "When I know who he is... please allow me to worship him."

Draco stood up, raised his right hand high, tucked it in his waist and abdomen after a fancy way, and bowed deeply to the podium of the Dark Magic Defense classroom.

This scene made Percy even more puzzled.

As far as he knew, Professor Quirrell's relationship with the Malfoy family was not very good.

"He hit you," Percy said.

"I deserve it," Draco said, straightening up, "and I'm proud of it."

Percy, who was full of doubts, curled his lips. He remembered his teacher's education - never show timidity in front of your enemies, not at all.

"He has some... grudge against you, yes, not much, but there is," Draco said.

"Say it straight, Draco, if you keep messing around with me, I think I'll leave here." Percy said dissatisfied.

"Your uncle." Draco said, "Do you still have any memories of them?"

"Mafalda's father?" Percy wondered. "He's an accountant living in the Muggle world. What does that have to do with it?"

Draco was taken aback by his words, he blinked and said, "I'm talking about those two dead uncles."

Percy's face darkened immediately.

The previous one was his mother's distant Squib cousin, and his two real uncles...

"Uncle Gideon and Fabian? They fought the Death Eaters bravely, and Antonin Dolohov who killed them is in Azkaban." Percy roared angrily, "Damn it, Draco, what are you trying to say?"

It was no different from Ron and Ginny's impression of these two uncles. He was five years old when the two uncles died, and he knew how sad his mother was.

In his childhood memory, there is still a picture of his mother crying and fainting because of this, and Draco's words brought back these bad memories in him.

"Calm down, Percy, I'm slowly penetrating you, and if I tell you straight up, I'm afraid..."

"Just say something, if you don't say anything, I will really leave." Percy said, standing up.

"Okay, I'll say it, and I'll say it right away."

Draco still had a smile on his face, which annoyed Percy, but he really wanted to know what Malfoy was going to say.

"Professor Quirrell, he was just borrowed by someone, and the borrowed..."

Draco paused briefly, his face suddenly became serious, "The Dark Lord is borrowing his body."

"Dark Demon..."

Percy didn't realize who the Dark Lord was at first, but before he could call out all the names, he shivered, "You said it was the mysterious man?"

"We don't like to be called that, Percy, I suggest you call it like me." Draco shrugged and said, "The old man has always had a bad temper, and honorific titles are very important."

"Damn, that's impossible."

Percy's voice changed with excitement, he really couldn't accept this fact.

"Neither did I, Percy, but it's true, we had a common teacher, and he..."

"Shut up," Percy growled.

Draco smiled, curled his lips and left - he had already fulfilled the teacher's orders and got what he wanted, there was no point in staying.

And Percy...

Weasleys, who cares?

(End of this chapter)