Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 358
"To shut up."

Voldemort let out a deep and angry reprimand, instantly quieting the scene.

"The Killing Curse can be used in necessary situations, the Cruciatus Curse can be used in alert situations, and black magic can be used as long as it is for combat. Does this have any real impact on you?"

Facing Voldemort's questioning, the Death Eaters trembled and dared not speak.

"Cruel, evil, dark, this is the perception of Death Eaters in the wizarding world, and this must change."

"We are innovators with ideals and ambitions, not thugs who go around destroying, remember the difference between the two."

After Voldemort finished his roar, he glanced around the crowd with a cold face.

When his eyes swept over Harry not far away, the little guy shivered in fright.

If Voldemort hadn't looked away immediately, Harry thought he might pee his pants.

"Okay, Lucius, tell them the rules, and tell them what I have done during this time, let them calm down, don't be afraid that I will find their mistakes later, and let them know my current rules."

Voldemort left a few words coldly, then looked to the back of the team, "Wormtail, come with me."

The figure in a black robe that obviously didn't belong to him, and a strange mask that he didn't know where to get, came behind Voldemort tremblingly, and followed him to Dumbledore.

"It's changed a lot, Voldemort, and I think it's a good sign."

As soon as they met, Dumbledore said to him with a smile.

Voldemort showed a somewhat cold smile - he hadn't recovered from the cold emotion just now - and glanced at the sink in the middle of the platform.

The golden box there is gone.

"See the writing there?" Voldemort asked him.

"In the box?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort nodded.

"I see, but who is RAB?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"Augulus Black."

Voldemort said coldly, then raised his wand and swung it, a dead body flew out of the lake.

"This is his body, because he took away the real locket, and was dragged in by the dead body while drinking water, and killed."

Wormtail and Harry, who followed Voldemort, looked at the pale corpse and shuddered at the same time.

Dumbledore looked at the corpse and nodded, with a thoughtful look on his brow.

"There's nothing to think about. His conscience has betrayed me."

Voldemort said, pointing his wand downward.

A fiery flame burst out, burning the body of Augustus Black to the ground.

Waved the wand again to make Fiendfire disappear, and Voldemort's cold face relaxed a bit.

"You hate him?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stop your tricks, Albus, those who betray me will not end well, you know that." Voldemort said coldly again.

Dumbledore smiled awkwardly and dismissed the matter perfunctorily.

"What do you mean by telling me to watch the Observer?" Dumbledore asked.

"Let's talk about this later, let's talk about the result of your discussion with Barty Jr."

Voldemort looked at Barty Jr., obviously wanting to hear Barty Jr.'s answer.

"The headmaster suggested that I finish this semester, and then the real Lupine will take the class next semester. The headmaster said that in this way, he will be able to take the position of professor of black magic defense, and there will be less trouble." Barty Jr. said immediately.

Voldemort nodded, indicating that he had no objection to that.

"Let Wormtail go back with you tonight, I think he will cooperate with you to write a letter of repentance, which is enough for the Ministry of Magic to lift the arrest warrant for Sirius Black."

Voldemort glanced at Wormtail, who was trembling behind him, and said to Dumbledore.

"Aren't you afraid I won't give him back to you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Then we don't even have the most basic trust, Albus, and I will remove all members of the Order of the Phoenix first."

Voldemort immediately countered, and began to read names one after another without expression.

"Mad-Eye Moody, Remus Lupine, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms..."

"Okay, okay, Voldemort, you won, and I'll give him back to you."

Dumbledore supported his head in pain and said, and Wormtail behind Voldemort finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Snape, come here."

Voldemort shouted again, and Snape broke away from the ranks of Death Eaters and walked towards the place where several people gathered.

"Talk about the Watcher, Severus, I think you meant for me to hear that name, didn't you?"

Voldemort looked at Snape playfully, and with a flick of his wand lifted the mask from his face.

Harry's breathing suddenly became heavier, and it could be seen that he was concerned about Snape's state.

At this time, Dumbledore's eyes were quite deep, and his face was much more serious.

"I can't say that there is a similar mind magic there, just like the Reticent Man."

Snape spoke coldly, but his eyes didn't look empty.

"Your Occlumency is completely useless?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, "Is it caused by that thinking magic?"

Snape nodded and remained silent.

"I have forcibly explored the memory of one of their members, which has caused that person to sleep until now. If I do this to you..."

"If you can swear in front of the Death Eaters that you are willing to ensure Harry's safety, I am willing to fight the result of blowing my head and give you the answer you want-but I can't guarantee that I will say it."

Snape shook his wizard robe and half knelt on the ground, looked up at Voldemort, and said sincerely in his eyes.

Harry was stunned for a moment, looking a little overwhelmed.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" Dumbledore asked Voldemort.

"Of course not." Voldemort waved his hand at Snape in disgust, "Take Harry back, he doesn't need to be here anymore."

Snape immediately nodded and stood up, pulling him to Apparate away without allowing Harry to refuse.

"He's completely mad, isn't he?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore.

"It's just love, Voldemort, I think you can feel love now, don't you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Voldemort glared at him disapprovingly, but didn't deny it.

Indeed, he'd been stuck with the thing ever since his experience with the Fantasia.

"Tell me about you, Albus," said Voldemort, "help me resurrect, is it to kill me better?"

"Yes and no."

Dumbledore pulled a twist that caused Voldemort to almost cast a spell with the Elder Wand.

"It depends on how you act, Voldemort. I always feel that you have changed. From that death, you have absorbed enough experience, have you not?"

"Hmph, think whatever you like, this matter is out of my control," said Voldemort.

"Then what will you do to me, an old man?" Dumbledore asked him, "Did you kill me?"

Voldemort looked Dumbledore up and down, then shook his head.

"No, Albus, I won't do that.

"I'll just put you on the shelf, and then let you watch how I change the world."

He said in a very firm tone, full of expectation.

In short words, it seems that there are big dreams.

(End of this chapter)