Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 321 Exchange
Professor George Finn's words made Voldemort stunned in place.

"Black dog?"

His thoughts were locked on this vocabulary, and he couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

Turning to Hoddle, Voldemort saw that he was looking at Professor George Finn with his head on one side.

Apparently, this somewhat intelligent dementor couldn't figure out what connection he had with the black dog.

"Professor Fern, can you repeat what you just said?" Voldemort asked.

"Which sentence?" Professor George Finn wondered.

"That's what Churchill said." Voldemort said.

"Oh, that's one of his famous quotes: Depression is like a black dog that bites me at every opportunity," Professor George Finn said. "He's been plagued by depression for most of his life."

"The black dog he's talking about represents depression?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, I have seen countless patients like this, Mr. Voldemort, it is a mental illness that is extremely harmful to the spirit."

Professor George Finn shook his head in pain and said, "But I have never experienced their pain before, and I think this time I will be of great help to treat them in the future."

"What kind of mood... is depression?" Voldemort asked.

"Pain, pessimism, and world-weariness." Professor George Finn shook his head and said, "In short, all negative emotions will emerge in turn during depression."

"Negative emotions?"

Voldemort murmured, but his thoughts had already flown away.

"There is always a way to resist, right?" Lucius asked, seeing that Voldemort was a little absent-minded, and took the right to speak.

"There are some mood-suppressing drugs, but they only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Mental matters are always extremely complicated."

After Professor George Finn finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "Can trouble make him leave me? I think if this continues, I can't take it anymore."

"Okay, Professor Fern."

Voldemort looked at Hoddle immediately after returning to his mind, "Go back to the stone wall, Hoddle, your mission is over."

Hoddle the Dementor turned his head to look at Voldemort, but then tilted his head again to look at Professor George Finn.

"He didn't call you a black dog, he just said that the negative emotions you bring are like a black dog, Hoddle, that's a description."

As Hoddle spent more and more time in human society, he gradually began to become humanoid.

Apparently, he had a hard time with the phrase "black dog," and Voldemort had to explain it.

"call."

Hoddle, who got the explanation, swung his body away from the long table and walked towards his own wall.

"Physically solve the problem, maybe magic can be suppressed for a long time." Voldemort looked at Professor George Finn again and said.

"That won't work." Professor George Finn immediately refused. "Although it can resist this kind of pain, it will also keep your emotions in a constant state. Believe me, that's not how people live."

Voldemort thought about the effects of the medicine in Lin Zuo's memory, and nodded in agreement.

"It seems that we still need to find another way, Professor Finn, I think you need to help me worry about this." Voldemort looked at Professor George Finn again and said.

"Of course, this is my specialty, Mr. Voldemort. If I come up with anything, I will write to you in time."

After Professor George Finn finished speaking, he blinked and said, "Use your family's unique communication method."

A smile appeared on Voldemort's face, remembering the meeting with Professor Finn when he received the Hogwarts admission letter.

"Yes, in a unique way."

Voldemort held up the hot chocolate and drank it in one gulp.

……

Ministry of Magic.

Department of Mysteries.

"Churchill's words?"

Sir Gamp frowned and asked suspiciously.

Voldemort nodded and said: "Yes, this is my guess. It may not be accurate, but at least it leads the answer to emotion."

Gamp nodded, but his frown did not loosen.

Goodness behold, will Grim Reaper use Churchill's famous quote to send a message?

He didn't think so, but Voldemort's guess sounded very reasonable.

"Besides that, do you have any other guesses?" Sir Gamp asked again.

"Unknown, Sir Gamp, but everyone knows it, and I don't think it means much."

When Voldemort said this, there was hesitation on his face, and Sir Gamp keenly caught the change in his expression.

"If you have any other guesses, Mr. Sylvester, I hope you can tell me that the silent will be rewarded." Sir Gamp said quickly.

"A guess, not necessarily right." The hesitation on Voldemort's face grew stronger.

"Please tell me the answer." Sir Gamp bowed.

"It involves some secrecy, Sir Gamp, if not necessary..."

"Do you have any needs?" Sir Gamp interrupted, "I can help you solve your needs first, and then get your answers."

"Need..."

Voldemort looked at Gamp with a different look in his eyes.

"Your personal needs, Mr. Sylvester, we will not get involved in the affairs of the outside world, you know." Sir Gamp said hastily.

"But the Portkey..."

"It's not difficult to obtain, Mr. Sylvester. I think with your influence in the magic world, as long as you are given more time, you can do it." Sir Gamp said.

Voldemort thought of Crouch.

If you use his power, maybe you can do it.

But if it's 10 minutes...

"Well, Sir Gump, for the sake of our friendship, I will give you another piece of news about the black dog."

Voldemort started telling about Sirius Black, the other person he could think of who had a connection to the Black Dog.

"Sirius Black?"

Sir Gamp shook his head like a rattle after listening, "This is impossible, sir, Death will not make such a request."

"Then I really have no other ideas." Voldemort shrugged.

"Thank you very much, sir, do you want to sacrifice with us this time?"

What Sir Gamp meant was obviously to sacrifice negative emotions.

Voldemort had no interest in getting involved in this matter again, so he shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to.

"Then please wait for me in the office for a while, and I will fulfill my promise after dealing with the sacrificial matter."

After Sir Gamp finished speaking, he led him into a small dark and messy office.

It consists of a table, a bookshelf, and surrounding walls, and it seems that it can only accommodate four or five people.

This is not like the office of a director. Some people may believe that it is a confinement room.

"Although I don't mind you looking through it casually, but, Mr. Sylvester, don't try to change this place with magic."

Before leaving, Sir Gamp said this to Voldemort.

"Can I look through it?" Voldemort asked uncertainly.

"Yes, but try not to use magic, it might backfire."

Gamp stopped to emphasize something, then hurriedly left the office and walked towards the death hall.

The mysterious and weird ritual started again, and Voldemort was alone in this weird looking room.

(End of this chapter)