Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 351 Fate is never kind
People hate traitors more often than enemies.

why?
Because an enemy is an enemy, and we are never close.

And the traitor...

He was one of us, shared weal and woe with us, and experienced the same hardships and hardships as us.

The day he changed his identity, we saw more than just a friend's departure.

I also saw a fellow of the same kind knelt down in front of difficulties and hardships.

That kind of failure from the heart, with the blessing of empathy, dealt a great blow to the former companions, and the damage far exceeded that of the enemy.

Therefore, when people treat traitors, they can't wait to phlegm their flesh.

For a pure blood like Malfoy, the Dumbledore family, which was once extremely noble and made countless pure blood proud, is a complete traitor.

The Dumbledore family has an ancient inheritance and adheres to the concept of pure blood.

They even signed an unknown contract with the powerful magical creature Phoenix, so that their descendants would have a chance to be favored by it.

The pure-blood families even speculated that the reason why the descendants of the Dumbledore family are so outstanding is also inseparable from this contract.

Unfortunately, the Dumbledore family never shared their secrets.

But that didn't stop the family from being respected by pure-blood families, and when that respect ended up being scattered like broken dinner plates.

How much praise there was back then, and how much abuse there is now.

This is also the fundamental reason why the pure-blood family never took action after Dumbledore's father was imprisoned for hurting Muggles.

What's more, those pure-blood families deliberately magnified their guilt, causing Dumbledore's father to die in Azkaban.

When Voldemort learned these secrets from Abu, he could understand Dumbledore's sadness better.

This person who bears the name of the Glory family and has been recognized by wizards all over the world with amazing funds, is resisted by the pure-blood wizards of England and even the pure-blood wizards of the whole world.

He had to try to get closer to the Muggles, even those who had made him hate him.

Because all pure-blood wizards, especially the pure-blood wizards close to Dumbledore's generation - such as Abu - have a heartfelt contempt for him and his family.

As for the children of pure-blood families who are a little farther away, they have long disapproved of the Dumbledore family as a pure-blood family.

They still recognize the greatness of the Dumbledore family, such as their strength, such as their phoenix.

But they are no longer a pure-blood family, this is their inner cognition.

It was for this reason that they did not hate Dumbledore.

Because those pure-blood family children who understand the truth have known it since birth.

Dumbledore.

Whether it was this surname or this person, they were already their enemies long before they were born.

"You're going to hurt him, aren't you?"

With a cruel smile on his face, Abu looked at Voldemort and asked.

"of course."

There was no smile on Voldemort's face, but he replied in an indifferent and decisive tone.

His position is special, even more special than Dumbledore's.

His birth determined his position, but for the sake of rights, he took another path.

As much glory as the blood of Slytherin gave him, so much shame as a half-blood wizard.

Crazy mother, resolute father, and the evil bestowed on him by Wu's Orphanage brought him to where he is today.

No one ever asked him what kind of life he wanted.

He didn't need those people to ask.

Because, the life he wants can only be obtained by himself.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The sound of Apparition sounded one after another, and figures appeared in the room.

Old Knott, Old Crabbe, Sister Carrow, Little Avery...

Familiar figures appeared one after another, and the available Death Eaters gathered in this room that night.

They wore silky black cloaks and their own masks.

Since Apparation came over, he stood there silently.

Old Gore put on his mask and hood silently, and took his place in the crowd.

Voldemort's indifferent eyes swept over their masks one after another, and finally looked at a slender figure holding a silver suitcase.

"Bella, no problem, right?" Voldemort asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, master, I am protecting it with my life."

Bella's voice came from behind the mask, muffled but firm enough.

Voldemort nodded, looking again at the TV screen.

At this moment, the two operators looked a little nervous, perhaps because they were affected by the oppressive atmosphere.

Voldemort stepped forward, tapped the two on the shoulder, and signaled them to relax.

"Are you going to kill him?"

Abu, who didn't stand in the line, suddenly asked Voldemort.

"Kill?"

There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's voice, which revealed that it had never occurred to him to kill the man.

"Abu, we can't kill all those who disagree with us, it will only make people feel horrible, and they will not be able to accept our ideas."

"Idea?" Abu frowned and said, "The glory of pure blood?"

Voldemort turned his head and glanced at Abu. He felt that Abu was a little abnormal today.

"It's my resurrection, does it put too much pressure on you?" Voldemort asked.

Abu froze for a moment, then showed a wry smile, and nodded.

Voldemort smiled at him and said, "Afraid of failing again?"

Abu nodded again without hesitation, and said, "I don't want to see that day, you know."

Voldemort also nodded, and said, "I don't want to see it either."

After Abu nodded again, he stopped talking and looked at the picture on the TV.

At this moment Dumbledore had already manifested the invisible green copper chain, and at the same time pulled a small boat through it.

Harry asked something, and Dumbledore answered him with a smile.

"I don't think you'll be counted, Harry, you're not old enough to qualify.

"Voldemort would never have thought that a 16-year-old boy would come to this place. I think your strength is probably negligible compared to mine."

Dumbledore's words made Harry a little downcast, but then Dumbledore encouraged him again.

But Abu obviously didn't care about this, he turned his head to look at Voldemort and asked, "You really didn't consider Harry's magic power?"

The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched for a moment, and he asked back, "Of course, you don't think I care about a child, do you?"

"But when he was a baby..."

Abu didn't say anything, and Voldemort didn't answer, just shook his head with a smile.

He couldn't say he hadn't been negligent when dealing with young Harry.

But he believed that it was the arrangement of fate.

Just like Dumbledore, even though his heart is full of love, he is also full of righteousness.

But it’s not like losing his father and mother when he was young, his younger sister died as a teenager, and finally he was caught between pure blood and Muggles and couldn’t be free?
Fate is never kind to people.

Whether that person is righteous like Dumbledore or as evil as himself.

(End of this chapter)