Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 392 Growing Pains

The dim street lights shone into the park, and two figures, one big and one small, were swinging side by side on swings.

"Crack~~Crack~~"

The rusty rustling sound of the old swing resounded in the silent park.

The tall figure looked up at the stars, as if thinking about something.

The short figure lowered his head and stared blankly at the letter unfolded in his hand.

Through the dim street lights, you can roughly see the content on it:

Dear Ms Hermione Granger:

The Quidditch World Cup will be held on Monday night, and the time is fast approaching.

I urgently need your reply.

Whether it's scheduling your ticketing questions, or that thing, you've got to give me a clear answer.

Give me the answer before sunrise the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Your best friend: Draco Malfoy.

The letter is short but urgent.

That's why our lovely Miss Granger comes out to play on the swing late at night.

"We can't go back in time, Hermione, people change."

Voldemort withdrew his gaze from the starry sky, turned his head to look at Hermione who asked him for help, and said softly.

"But you frighten me."

Hermione woke up from her contemplation, turned to look at Voldemort and said.

A smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and he said, "Because of Harry's severed hand?"

"It's partly because of that, and there's something else," said Hermione.

"Like?" Voldemort asked.

"For example, your Death Eaters, professor, they don't seem to have changed. Of course they seem to be kinder, but I mean ideas, you understand." Hermione said.

Voldemort nodded, indicating that it did.

He didn't answer in a hurry, but waved his hand, using magic to make the swing swing even bigger.

And Hermione stared at him, expecting him to give some different answers.

At worst, there must be some excuses.

But it didn't.

Voldemort just resumed looking up at the sky, as if he was thinking about this question, or didn't bother to answer it.

Anyway, Hermione didn't get anything she wanted from Voldemort.

"I must be responsible for the Burner, Professor, you know my responsibility." Hermione couldn't help but speak again.

"Well, what then?" Voldemort still raised his head and said, "You choose to stand on the opposite side of me?"

"No, professor, I was just thinking, maybe there is a third option." Hermione shook her head vigorously.

"Silence?" Voldemort finally lowered his head again, and asked in confusion and surprise.

"Yes, Professor, perhaps..."

"Silence also has two attitudes, Hermione."

Voldemort interrupted her, saying, "Silent support, or silent resistance, child, you should be able to see through that, can't you?"

Hermione was startled, then pouted aggrievedly, and lowered her head.

Voldemort smiled silently, and reached out to stroke Hermione's smooth hair.

"Change is not travel. When traveling, no matter whether you choose to go left or right, the scenery along the way is different, but they are all on the road."

Voldemort withdrew his hand, sighed and continued, "This is a revolution, my child, and it will surely radiate the entire wizarding world.

"An ordinary wizard apprentice, or an ordinary wizard, of course can be silent, but the Falconer can't, can you understand the difference?"

Hermione nodded, and said in a muffled voice, "The former is an individual, while the latter represents the attitude of a group of people."

"Yes, a group of wizards."

Voldemort nodded, and waved again, causing Hermione's swing to swing even further.

"I told you a long time ago that while enjoying rights, you have corresponding obligations, and silence is the most irresponsible performance."

"But the power of Muggle wizards is too weak, if we rashly enter into this close match..."

"That may be an opportunity for you to grow stronger, of course, it may also be the beginning of your further decline."

Voldemort interrupted the other party again, his voice became serious and deep, "Fate is a gamble, not playing at the poker table doesn't mean you won't lose."

"Do you want me to support you?" Hermione finally raised her head and asked with her lips turning white.

"Of course I do."

Voldemort said of course, "But you can also take the Burner and reject my idea."

"The results of it?"

The little girl asked stubbornly, her lips were pursed without a trace of blood.

"I will exclude you and your Burner from my plan."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he saw grievances in Hermione's eyes, and there were even tears rolling in her eyes.

But Voldemort did not take back his words.

Instead, he added a little spice.

"That's what you deserve, Hermione. I extend an olive branch to you. To refuse is to be hostile. I will not tolerate you because of personal relationships."

Voldemort said seriously, completely ignoring the tears rolling down from the corners of the little girl's eyes.

"You are also from the Muggle world, you have also experienced the pain of being excluded, and you can understand the regret of not being able to practice magic during summer vacation.

"Professor, you who have experienced all this, why can't you give us a little tolerance?"

Hermione wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes vigorously, and yelled out in pain.

Voldemort was silent, and did not give an answer right away.

With the empathy he had just born, he thought about "why" for a while, and then laughed out loud.

"Hermione, I think... probably, maybe... I haven't been tolerated either."

There was an inexplicable sadness in Voldemort's voice, which instantly touched Hermione's heartstrings.

She stared blankly at the professor's handsome face, the smile on that face was so sincere, but she felt an inexplicable sadness.

"You must be very lonely."

Suddenly, Hermione said something completely irrelevant to the situation.

The words stunned Voldemort on the spot, and even the smile on his face froze.

After a long time, the smile slowly faded away, but no sadness shrouded it.

Voldemort just became expressionless.

"I can't describe myself as strong, Hermione, that seems too...pretentious."

Voldemort pondered, trying to find a word to describe how he faced all this.

"Habit, yes, habit, I have been used to being alone since I was a child, so loneliness has never been an enemy to me.

"Hermione, it's my friend."

A smile spread across Voldemort's face again, but it was short-lived.

He stood up from the swing, and gently supported the swing so that it would not shake.

"That's it, Hermione, you have to make your own choices, because this is your life." Voldemort obviously wanted to end this conversation.

"But that's too important to the Burner." Hermione said eagerly, obviously wanting to chat for a while.

"This change is also very important to me, Hermione. We must all be prepared to bear the bad consequences of our choices. I have suffered for more than ten years, but I am still choosing."

Voldemort stroked Hermione's smooth hair again, and said, "Now it's your turn, Hermione. This is what adults often say, growing pains."

(End of this chapter)