Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 387

A quiet car is not silent.

Most of the students chatted quietly, or read alone.

In fact, as the three clubs divided the students, differences emerged.

The Falcon Burners are the hardest, they always moan.

no way.

Both in terms of resources and abilities, they are quite different from the other two societies.

Hermione itself has abundant resources, she can ask Percy or Draco for help, or even directly ask Voldemort for help.

But other Muggle wizard apprentices in the society don't have the resources like her.

And the candle holders are the most numerous, the most arrogant and noisy.

Most of them are half-bloods, but there are also pure-bloods, and there are Muggle wizards too.

Orthodoxy, that's how they see themselves, and spread the word that they want the other two societies to see them as such.

But neither the Falcon Burners nor the Wizarding Society think so.

They just think that the Candle Club is noisy, and there is nothing else.

As for the wizard society, it is the most stable of the three societies.

They were neither pessimistic nor excited, and the whole community was enveloped in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Even Hermione was a little envious of the society.

If there is a choice, maybe she will join the wizarding society.

It's a pity that the minimum entry threshold for this club requires both parents to be wizards.

As for whether the parents were of mixed race, they didn't ask for it.

But even so, most wizards also lost their qualifications to enter.

In addition, its strict social regulations also discourage many people.

But no matter what, everyone here is good enough, that's for sure.

"Hermione?"

Gemma Farley, who happened to get up and came to the corridor, yelled out in surprise when she saw Hermione, "Why are you here, don't you need arrangements for the Burner?"

"Sister Farley, I'm looking for Draco." After finishing speaking, Hermione asked suspiciously, "Sister, why are you on the train? I heard that you have already gone to the Ministry of Magic."

Gemma tidied up her dark red leather windbreaker, and said proudly: "That gentleman hired me as a secretary, so now I have resigned from the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione opened her mouth in surprise: "That...is him?"

"Yes, Hermione." Gemma nodded with a smile, and said, "This time I'm here to assist Draco with some things, and I can't say the specifics."

Hermione put away the surprise on her face, nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Draco is a little further inside, go in and find him yourself." Gemma finished with a smile, and walked to another private room, she seemed to be busy with something.

Hermione thought for a while, then gave up the idea of ​​exploring these secrets, and walked further inside the carriage.

When he got into the last car - which was actually the prefect's car - he saw a group of people around Draco, discussing something.

On the other side, a strange yet somewhat familiar figure sat there.

"Hermione?"

The figure called out his name and told her what was on her mind, "Come to Draco for help?"

"Ah... yes, sir, are you?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"I've taught you Dark Defense for a year, Hermione, you've let me down so much."

Little Crouch said with a smile, and said with Hermione's surprised expression, "Don't worry, Dumbledore knows about this, and Lupine will teach you next year."

"Oh, that gentleman sent you to be an undercover agent?" Hermione asked doubtfully after finishing speaking, "But how did the headmaster know your identity? Could it be that you were exposed?"

"Things are a bit complicated, Hermione, aside from this, you came here to practice magic for the members of the Falconer Club, right?" Little Crouch asked.

"Yes."

Hermione glanced at Draco, who was looking at her, and nodded at her, but didn't mean to come.

"You look familiar, where have I seen you?"

Little Crouch smiled. He picked up the newspaper on the table, pointed to a head portrait on it and said, "This is my father, Barty Crouch, I think you know who I am, right?"

Hermione opened her mouth in surprise again.

In memory, isn't this person dead?

"The Dark Lord has told me that if you need help, let me cooperate with you." Little Crouch didn't care about Hermione's surprise, he had obviously faced such situations many times.

"Black... can we talk about him here?" Hermione asked, glancing at the people gathered around Draco not far away.

"Of course, they are all the Death Eaters reserve team. Although the Dark Lord doesn't want Draco to promote Death Eaters prematurely, obviously the little guy has his own ideas." Little Crouch glanced at Draco with a smile Said.

"Oh I got it."

Hermione nodded and stopped looking at Draco.

She still had some resistance to Death Eaters, after all, these people had done some bad things to Muggles.

"How would you help me?" she asked Little Crouch, and then added, "Why didn't the teacher tell me these things?"

"God help those who help themselves, Hermione, the Dark Lord will not offer to help unless absolutely necessary."

Crouch Jr. waved his hand, signaling not to get entangled in this issue.

"At present, there are two ways to help you. The first is through the Ministry of Magic. My father will be directly involved in this matter. It is generally to establish some practice venues in the Muggle world for you Muggle wizards to use in the summer."

"That's great." Hermione said pleasantly, "If that's the case, you don't need to board, it's too troublesome."

Hearing this, Little Crouch immediately showed a wry smile and said, "This is the Dark Lord's proposal. He will provide the venue, but this is a long-term plan. Hermione, Minister Fudge is now objecting because of opposition. He will not agree to my father's proposal. of."

Hermione's smile froze on her face, she thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we can use some political means, such as a third party proposes, and then your father objects, and then..."

Little Crouch's wry smile grew stronger, he waved his hands again and again and said, "There is the Quidditch World Cup this summer, and my father is in charge of it, so he is too busy to make such detailed manipulations.

"Also, the time is too short to make it in time."

Hermione nodded helplessly.

"The second solution must be able to solve the problem, right?" Hermione asked.

Little Crouch nodded with a smile, he liked this clever student.

"Of course, the Crouch family is willing to donate their castle as a summer residence for the Burner Falconers. Don't worry, it's big enough." Little Crouch said.

"Really?"

Hermione almost jumped in surprise, but then she worried again, "But where are so many people gathered there, you and Mr. Crouch..."

"My father is a workaholic, so he can sleep in the office. As for me..." Little Crouch shrugged, "It is my honor that a loyal Death Eater will be by his master's side."

Looking at the proud little Crouch in front of her, although Hermione didn't like his status as a Death Eater, she couldn't be cruel at this moment.

"Thank you so much, Professor, what you have done will be recorded in the history of the Burner Falconers." Hermione said sincerely.

"You don't need to thank me, Hermione." Little Crouch shook his head and said, "Everything is for the master, and the glory of the Dark Lord comes first."

(End of this chapter)