Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 249 Scepter, Torch and Sickle
"Unexpected call, children, what's the matter?"

Voldemort's figure appeared in the mirror, but instead of looking up at them, he kept his head down, writing and drawing on a large tome.

A pair of glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, which made him look a lot more refined than before.

Coupled with the look of not letting go of the book, it is really difficult for people to connect him with the Dark Lord.

"Um, I have some questions I want to ask you, Mr. Hei, yes."

Percy was a little nervous. The person he was familiar with was "Quirrell", not the one in front of him.

Voldemort's writing hand stopped, and he looked at Percy through the top of his glasses, and suddenly broke into a smile.

"Call me teacher, Percy, you have the right to do so."

As Voldemort spoke, he took off his glasses and put them aside.

After all, his body is not perfect. He has been reading too much these two days, and his eyesight is immediately damaged. It is really troublesome.

"is teacher."

Percy felt much more comfortable this time. Although the appearance was different, the gesture and tone were familiar to him.

"Little Ginny, I have mailed your wand today, and it will be back in your hands in a while."

Voldemort smiled and waved to her, "Thank you for the wand, I like it very much."

"Is your wand also yew?" Ginny asked.

Voldemort nodded, took out two of his wands and approached the mirror for her to look at, "A phoenix feather and a dragon heartstring, all made of yew wood, I have a special liking for it."

Ginny showed a big smile, and then obediently sat aside.

She knew that she was not the protagonist of this exchange.

"Hermione, we had a quick meeting last time. How's Hogwarts going?" Voldemort pushed the book onto the table, looking as if he was about to start a conversation.

"It's not bad." Hermione said, "It's just that there is no news about you in the newspaper, it feels strange."

"Fudge might be a procrastinator, who knows."

Voldemort finished speaking and looked at Percy, "Is there anything you want from me?"

This stopped Percy from asking, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Voldemort looked at Hermione again, who bared her teeth and said nothing.

"I think you're wondering why I chose the three of you?" Voldemort asked, playing with his glasses.

Percy and Hermione nodded frantically, while Draco held his head proudly.

It looked like he knew he would be chosen.

"From a macro perspective, the three of you represent exactly three groups."

As Voldemort said, he reached out and tapped the air three times.

Fiercefire rises, turning into scepter, torch and sickle.

"The scepter belongs to Draco, he represents the pure blood supremacy group."

Facing the mirror, Draco pulled himself up.

"The torch represents the freedom of pure blood. It represents those pure blood who don't want to abide by the rules, or wizard families. It doesn't matter. In short, it is the aborigines of the wizard world who do not belong to the scepter."

Voldemort looked at Percy. "It belongs to you."

Percy nodded, eyes full of greed for power.

This little guy really doesn't look like a lion, but like a snake.

"The sickle belongs to me?" Hermione frowned. "Can it be changed?"

"Of course, this is up to you."

Voldemort waved his hand, and the scythe turned into a cat, "It represents Muggle wizards who have just entered the wizarding world. Here, you have nothing and you need to rely on your own labor in exchange for rewards."

"Then a sickle would be more appropriate." Hermione changed her words.

Voldemort waved again indifferently, and the cat turned into a scythe again.

"These three groups happen to include the entire wizarding world, that's why I chose you."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, he saw Ginny who was hiding behind in the mirror raised her hand, and he could only say seriously, "Ginny, this is no joke."

"Shall we rule over each other, or should we all rule under you, teacher?" Percy asked after thinking.

Voldemort shook his head and said, "I think Hermione understands this administrative method better. The three of you will compete for posts. In other words, it is up to you to decide who will be the Minister of Magic."

"Voting?" Hermione asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes, or in other forms, this requires exploration and adaptation."

As Voldemort said, he suddenly smiled, "You haven't organized your own team yet, and I haven't taken back the rights to the Ministry of Magic, so it's still too early to say this. I'm just telling you about the future direction."

"Under the scepter, are there all Death Eaters, sir?"

Draco asked a little excitedly, and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his left wrist.

"It's up to you to decide, Draco." Voldemort looked at the other two disciples and said, "You too, it's up to you to decide whether or not to join the Death Eaters."

Percy nodded calmly, he obviously had no intention of joining this organization.

Hermione frowned and struggled, it seemed that it was difficult for her to make up her mind in a short time.

"I want to join, teacher, can I do it now?" Draco asked impatiently.

"No, Draco." Voldemort directly vetoed, "I won't give you the Death Eater mark until your team is built and you don't have enough influence."

"Why?" Draco asked puzzled.

"The Death Eaters will serve as an independent organization that can coexist with your organization, but will not participate in your competition."

Voldemort gave his own answer, and he said it quite firmly.

"Like the Queen of England, and her guards?" Hermione obviously knew Voldemort's system better.

"Yes." Voldemort nodded.

"Teacher, you are going to build an independent..." Percy looked at Hermione, "What should that be?"

"Royalty," Hermione said excitedly.

Seeing her like that, Voldemort didn't know why she was so excited.

But Voldemort still nodded, indicating that was what he meant.

"It's going to be a tough one, sir, no one's ever done it before," Percy said, licking his lips.

Obviously, what Voldemort did was more subversive than what they were going to do.

"It's nothing difficult, Percy, I could have done it ten years ago." Voldemort said flatly, "I just picked up my dropped crown, children."

Draco swallowed excitedly, wishing he could salute Voldemort.

But he knew he couldn't do that, because if the two next to him didn't follow him, he would lose his momentum.

"Hermione, I think you understand what I said better than the two of them. You can also ask your father, or my friends in the Muggle world, to provide you with some help."

Voldemort said, writing an address with Fiendfire.

"You are in charge of sorting out the information and generally improving these three organizations. The people at this address will fully cooperate with you."

"Okay, teacher." Hermione said a little excitedly.

"Then, I hope you can find your own path and go on unswervingly."

Voldemort put on a look to end the conversation, then bid farewell to several people, and was about to turn off the magic mirror.

"Jerry." Ginny suddenly asked loudly, "Can I visit you during the summer vacation?"

Voldemort smiled and said, "Draco knows where I am, and if your parents allow it, I don't mind."

After he finished speaking, he waved to a few people and closed the magic mirror.

(End of this chapter)