Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 222 They are also ordered by you, right?

"Brace Zabini."

Voldemort came to an unoccupied dormitory, and said to Snape who was standing respectfully in front of him, "Is there something wrong with him?"

As he said this, he asked, pointing his head with his wand.

He couldn't help but ask this question. When all the students' blood was boiling, this kid was actually snickering.

It felt like the only sober person who walked into an MLM organization.

If it weren't for the scruples about the reaction of the little snakes, if it wasn't for the impassioned speech that was not suitable for interruption, Voldemort would have given him a big try.

"Um, he's a bit withdrawn, you've been in contact with him before." Snape said cautiously.

"Yes, but at that time I only thought he was too pure-blooded, and I didn't expect that he didn't want to integrate into the pure-blooded group." Voldemort's words were still full of dissatisfaction, "Which family does he belong to, why do I have nothing to do with his family?" impression?"

"His mother was a widow. She was a widow six or seven times, I don't really remember." Snape said thoughtfully.

"There were no Death Eaters in his family?" asked Voldemort.

"Not one," Snape replied quickly.

"I can't accept that such a person exists in Slytherin. He will reduce my sense of existence. You have a way to deal with him...Forget it, I will do it myself."

He waved his hand in disgust, and after temporarily driving the annoying student out of his mind, he said to Snape, "I need your help."

Snape was taken aback, he didn't understand what Voldemort meant.

"I'll try my best to finish it." Snape said immediately after being stunned.

"Help me send those two children out to... the Three Broomsticks, I'll be there later."

As Voldemort spoke, he observed Snape's expression.

He is not sure that this person will do what he wants, and there are indeed some risks for him.

But apart from using Snape's power, he was alone at Hogwarts.

Lucius?
He couldn't do anything in Hogwarts, and it was not easy for him to get out of here intact.

"Yes, Dark Lord."

Unexpectedly, Snape agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"I was a little surprised, can you tell me why?" Voldemort asked.

"I think..." Snape hesitated, which was very rare.

Voldemort said nothing, just waited quietly.

"I wonder if it's possible for Lily to come back to life."

Snape's gaze was finally no longer empty, and Voldemort was a little taken aback.

Resurrect a long-dead person?
"I am not sure."

As soon as Voldemort's words came out, Snape showed disappointment, "But Diadem may have other ideas, because he promised Luna something, but that requires me to leave Hogwarts..."

"I beg you."

Snape suddenly knelt before him, causing Voldemort to back away uncomfortably.

"Get up, Snape, you know how partial I am to you."

Voldemort stepped forward, pulled him up from the ground and said, "If there's anything I can do..."

"I want to revive Lily." Snape lowered his head, as if he didn't want Voldemort to see his expression.

"You know I'd do that if I could," said Voldemort firmly.

Snape's body slackened a bit, looking like weakness after a tense transition.

He wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the door was pushed open.

It was Draco, he hurried in and said, "Zabini went out while we were not paying attention, he might inform the principal..."

"Damn it," Snape growled, looking even more displeased than Voldemort.

"It's nothing, Severus, you go about your business, I'm really going to see Albus."

Voldemort said, spreading his hands, "I need a bag that has cast the Untraceable Stretching Charm, do you have any extra?"

"Yes, the Dark Lord."

Snape said as he took a cloth bag from his pocket.

Voldemort took the bag and put it in his arms, rubbed Malfoy's head again, got up and left the bedroom.

"Grow hard, children, the future is yours."

As he passed the dungeon, he yelled this to the Slytherin children, and then he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Riddle, I have a request." The portrait of Headmaster Black suddenly stopped Voldemort.

"What's the matter, Headmaster Black?" Voldemort asked knowingly.

"You know, my family has only one child, if it's okay..."

"He'll be fine, Headmaster, the blood of every pure-blood family is precious, isn't it?" Voldemort said with a smile.

The old headmaster was so happy in the portrait, he squinted his slender eyes and nodded fiercely.

"Then, please allow me to leave, Albus is still waiting for me." Voldemort said politely.

"Okay, Dark Lord, okay." The old guy happily changed his address.

Voldemort nodded to him, and then strode out. When passing by Neville and Luna, he told them to listen to Snape's arrangement.

"boom."

The door of the Slytherin lounge was opened, and as soon as Voldemort came out, he saw Dumbledore oncoming, and that idiot who didn't know why he ran out to inform.

"Cruciate."

With a flick of Voldemort's wand, a green curse rushed towards Zabini.

"Armor protection."

Dumbledore pointed at the Elder Wand, erecting an armor in front of Zabini.

"Are you going to stop me from punishing him?" Voldemort asked, looking at Dumbledore.

"You are not a professor here, Tom, you have no such right," said Dumbledore.

"I've already taken care of your reputation at Hogwarts, Albus, are you sure you want to stop me?"

The fingers of Voldemort's right hand kept swinging the wand, making the wand make a "whoosh, whoosh" sound.

"Tom, he's still a child." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"A kid who can tell."

After Voldemort's words fell, his figure suddenly turned into a purple-gold light.

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't sensed Voldemort's attempt to cast the spell at all just now.

This spell was used by Voldemort as if instinctively.

"Whoosh."

Behind Zabini, Voldemort took form.

"Adawa's death~"

The green spell shot out, and Dumbledore pushed Zabini away, blocking the spell with his wand.

"Are you going to kill him?" Dumbledore asked angrily.

"It was his own choice," said Voldemort, throwing another spell.

Zabini was completely stunned, his previous arrogance disappeared, and there was only terror in his eyes.

"Whoosh."

Dumbledore stood in his way again to block the magic, but Voldemort almost killed the child.

"He did nothing wrong, he was ordered by..."

"call."

Voldemort waved his hand and fired Fiendfire, directly burning all the few portraits on this layer.

"They are also ordered by you, aren't they?"

Voldemort asked contentedly.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket~
　　


(End of this chapter)