Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 457

In front of the Gaunt Library in midsummer, there were a few bonfires scattered here and there.

The students gathered around the campfire freely and loosely, grilling meat skewers and drinking butter beer.

This is a feature of Gaunt's library, which originated from Voldemort, who loved to eat barbecue.

Through the disappearing cabinet, Gunter Library and Hogwarts are connected, and senior students appear in the library from time to time.

Although the quality of the books here is not as good as that of Hogwarts, it has a wide range of categories, including not only books related to magic, but also a large number of Muggle books.

In addition, there is a unique soul in the basement of the library. He occasionally appears and guides some students to learn magic, which is also very attractive to Hogwarts students.

Of course, the most attractive thing is the learning atmosphere here.

A large number of borrowing rooms and several large reading rooms with different styles make Hogwarts students wish they could study here for a long time.

But that is obviously impossible.

Principal Dumbledore allowed students from the third grade and above to come here twice a week, which was beyond Voldemort's expectations. He thought Dumbledore would not allow students to come here outside of holidays.

"Teacher, your cicada chrysalis."

Ginny handed the roasted cicada chrysalis to Voldemort, and then picked up a few skewers to roast.

Not many people like to eat cicada pupae, but it is Voldemort's favorite, so Ginny is a good hand at roasting cicada pupae.

"Thanks, Ginny."

Voldemort thanked him, took a bite of the cicada chrysalis, and then picked up a bottle of cold beer - non-magical world beer - and drank it down.

"Teacher, are you really not going to intervene in the chaos in North America?" Hermione asked while sitting not far from Voldemort, holding a grilled chicken wing in her hand.

"No, Hermione, that's beyond my control." Voldemort smiled and shook his head, there was no trace of guilt on his face.

"But... the wizards and Muggles there... if there is no strong person to stop it, in the end..." Hermione didn't know the final direction there, but she really couldn't bear to continue the chaos there.

"Will I be hypocritical if I say it's not what I want?"

Voldemort ate a cicada chrysalis again, and after spitting out the shell, he glanced at the students and asked.

Neville had no expression on his face, Ginny frowned in thought, Hermione looked puzzled, and Draco nodded in approval.

Luna's mind was wandering, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Running a country is far more complicated than controlling an organization or the Ministry of Magic. Do you know what the problem is?" Voldemort asked.

Everyone nodded, only Neville, who was originally expressionless, frowned.

"Neville, tell me what you think." Voldemort said after taking a sip of beer.

"Faith," Neville said.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and looked at the others, but they still had doubts on their faces. Only Hermione was looking at Neville with a dazed look in surprise.

"Hermione, do you think Neville is right?" Voldemort asked Hermione again.

"I think... it's culture," Hermione said.

Voldemort nodded, and said, "Culture at a high level, belief at a low level, but it's actually that thing, that thing that brings everyone together."

"So the culture is more accurate." Neville held up the iced milkshake and respected Hermione from afar.

Obviously, he felt Hermione's description was more accurate.

"The bigger the country, the more complex the thing that brings everyone together. If you only use culture to describe it, it is a bit too general, and if you only use belief to describe it, it is too simple."

Voldemort frowned too. In fact, he couldn't describe the cohesion accurately.

It is too complicated, it can be culture or belief, but sometimes it is also called power.

"You mean... the cohesion has been lost there?" Hermione didn't dwell on this question, but followed the previous question.

"Yes, Hermione, there is culture there, but the history is not long enough, the culture is not concise enough, and there is also faith, but you know, money will make faith less real, plus wars, hostilities, and endless mutual destruction ,so……"

Voldemort didn't go on, but his shaking head gave the result:
He can't get there.

"But you are the instigator, so many people..."

"Price, Hermione, when people do things, there is a price. This kind of chaos happens either there or here. I have to make a choice. I told you about this." Voldemort interrupted.

Hermione froze for a moment, then nodded.

Indeed, she still remembered the "responsibility of choice" that Voldemort told her a few years ago.

And as far as she is concerned—after abandoning those unrealistic white lotus ideas—she also feels that it is better for this kind of tragedy to happen outside of England.

"Why not South America, or a more remote country...I mean, it's different, isn't it?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction, not because Hermione asked the question, but because Hermione had become cold-blooded.

Whether it is a political game or a political layout, among these things, cold blood is most needed, not hot blood.

Even if the initial purpose is to bring a passion, in the end, it must be cold-blooded.

Because of things, that's how it's done.

"South America or other countries are too far away from our political system, which makes it difficult for us to be inspired or learn any useful experience from it."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he paused briefly and said, "But if you are too close, you may get angry, so it is the best choice not to be far or near, and to have a similar political system."

Voldemort's explanation made everyone suddenly realize.

"Maybe you didn't like it earlier, didn't you?"

Neville suddenly asked a question that surprised everyone, and everyone hurriedly looked at Voldemort again.

Voldemort could of course have put on a look of astonishment and pushed around, but he clearly had no intention of playing a false self in front of his students.

"Yes, I don't like it very much. If you look at the history of Muggles, most of the wars in the entire world in recent decades have been caused by them."

Voldemort put down the chisel in his hand, and waved to Ginny, who was staring blankly at him, and motioned her to bring the cicada chrysalis that had been tested.

"We talked about culture just now, but I don't know if you have noticed that culture is almost irreversible."

"Irreversible?" Neville asked with a frown, he was very interested in this aspect.

"That is, once we have taken advantage of a certain culture, that culture will be transformed into a gene, which will continue in our civilization for a long time. There is a wolf culture in the culture there, and it is greedy and chronically ill. Not curable."

Voldemort finished speaking with his mouth curled up, and swallowed a cicada chrysalis.

Soft, juicy, delicious.

Sure enough, he couldn't let go of the gluttonous culture in Lin Zuo's memory.

(End of this chapter)