Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.
Chapter 46 Damn Slytherin
Chapter 46 Damn Slytherin
"Quirinus Quirrell, haha, he's not the right answer for Hogwarts."
Draco Malfoy was sitting on the table, surrounded by little snakes, "I saw him before school started, and he was very rude at the door of Madam Malkin's robe store."
"What did he do, Draco, tell us," Pansy Parkinson asked.
"Oh, he wants to educate me, in front of my father."
Malfoy raised his head proudly, glanced around, and said, "He can't succeed, my father just gave him a glare, and he didn't dare to say anything."
"Wow, is he really that timid?" A little girl asked in surprise.
"Of course, he can't even use the Restoring Charm. What else can he do?" Malfoy said disdainfully, "Besides, my father is still the school director. Do you understand the director?"
A group of students shook their heads collectively, but Pansy raised her head proudly. She knew the answer and was about to say it out loud, but...
"I happen to understand something, Draco, can I explain it to you?"
A laughing voice came, and Malfoy shuddered.
He turned his head and saw Voldemort smiling, and Percy Weasley who was following behind Voldemort and glaring at him-he hated red-haired boys.
"No, Professor, I think I can explain it to them."
The little guy tried his best to maintain the majesty he had just established among his classmates, and said with a straight chest.
"Very good, it seems that you have adjusted to your own life." Voldemort said with a smile, "Go ahead, there are still 10 minutes before class."
After he finished speaking, he led Percy to the back of the podium.
"He's lying, isn't he Professor?" Percy asked impatiently.
"Of course, I'm not afraid of Malfoy, neither of them." Voldemort said with a smile.
After hearing this answer, Percy's complexion improved a lot, but he still asked, "Then why don't you expose him, Professor, he is ruining your reputation."
"Face is earned by yourself. You have to learn to make your enemy arrogant, and then defeat him when he is at his most arrogant."
Percy thought about Voldemort's words, he didn't quite understand, but he understood something vaguely.
"Learn from Malfoy, even if he's younger than you."
Voldemort spoke again, "Look, after only three days of school, he has used his family affairs and a few familiar partners to establish authority in the first year of Slytherin."
Percy glanced in Malfoy's direction, seeing that the kid was still talking, but he managed to stop sitting on the table.
"I can't, Professor." Percy shook his head. "At least it's hard to lie like him."
"Then learn and grow."
Voldemort's expression turned serious, "Most of the time, it's not the environment that adapts to us, but we adapt to the environment. This is an inevitable process of growth."
Percy nodded, taking the words to heart.
"You're going to class later, Malfoy should make trouble, you have to figure out how to deal with it." After Voldemort finished speaking, he ignored Percy and picked up the lesson plan to look through it.
Percy opened his mouth several times to say something, but held back in the end.
Twenty or ten minutes later, the morning class was about to start, Percy walked to the opposite side of the classroom, and the second-year students began to gather towards Voldemort.
Still dividing the classroom into two, Voldemort began teaching the second grade.
After a year of study, the second-year students are much easier to teach than the first-year students, at least they don't need to explain everything.
And Percy, who was on the opposite side of the classroom, was indeed made things difficult by Malfoy.
No matter what Percy said, Malfoy would jump in and interrupt Percy, sometimes even brazenly.
This made Percy very angry, and made him blush at one point—he criticized Malfoy, but the sharp-tongued Malfoy didn't let him take advantage of it.
Voldemort would glance at them between lectures, but didn't say anything to help Percy.
Wouldn't it be fun to pit Weasley against Malfoy?
They are also pure blood, which just represent the two extremes of pure blood.
Voldemort sometimes wondered, do those who oppose pure-blood interests do it because they like Muggles, or because they hate not being able to benefit from pure-blood itself?
Of course the book is just, but most of the time, people are driven by interests.
Just when Voldemort finished teaching the second-year class and wanted to let the second-year students enter the practice time, when he would face Malfoy, a roar sounded from the other end of the classroom:
"Damn Slytherin, can't you learn to be polite?"
In an instant, the entire classroom became silent, and even Voldemort looked at Percy in surprise—if Slytherin was replaced by Malfoy, this sentence would not be a big problem, but now...
Voldemort never expected that Percy would start the group mocking mode.
"Why would he say that about Slytherin?"
"Damn Gryffindor, how dare he."
"No one can say that about Slytherin, not even the Headmaster."
……
The students, especially the second-year Slytherins, were a little more daring than the first-year students.
And Percy Weasley, at the moment of saying this, realized his mistake - he was annoyed by the echoing voices of the Slytherin first-year students before he said this.
He was a little scared, even panicked, but the words were out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but apologize because his face was blushing, but deep down in his heart, he had already realized the seriousness of the problem.
at this time……
"quiet."
Pointing his wand to his throat, Voldemort spoke loudly and silenced all dissent.
The students were all looking at him, waiting for his sentence - in their opinion, Percy deserved punishment.
However, no...
"Mr. Malfoy."
Voldemort strode over to the freshman, looked down at Malfoy, "Who allowed you to intervene in my class without permission?"
Malfoy, who had a complacent look before, now had puzzled eyes.
That person said something like that, you leave him alone, and you come to criticize me?
Anger overcame reason in an instant, he stood up abruptly, and roared, "Quirrell, it was he who insulted Slytherin, not..."
Before he finished speaking, Malfoy's eyes widened in horror.
"Wadi Vasi."
Voldemort had a cold face, pointed his wand at the desk, and raised it.
The thick desk made of solid wood flew up and hit Malfoy's chest. The 11-year-old Malfoy flew into the air after being hit.
"Booming Ping Pong..."
The inverted Malfoy landed between the tables and chairs, knocking out a chaotic area.
"Sigh~~"
The little snakes collectively gasped.
"God, are you going to kill him?"
Pansy Parkinson covered her mouth and asked in horror.
"professor……"
Percy took a step forward, but didn't know what to say, so he just stood there dumbfounded.
Voldemort ignored Percy, just looked at Pancy with indifferent eyes, and the child was too scared to speak.
"I'm going to kill you, damn it, no one ever..."
Malfoy struggled to his feet, blood stained the corner of his shattered eye, but he didn't care.
He roared and looked at Voldemort, and raised his wand...
"Boom."
The silent disarming spell was activated, and the wand in Malfoy's hand instantly flew up. Voldemort pointed with his wand, and Malfoy's wand flew to the other side of the classroom.
"you……"
The yew wand was already pressed against Malfoy's nose, and he dared not speak any more after uttering a single word—not because of the wand, but because of Voldemort's devouring eyes.
"Teach...Professor, don't continue." Percy's voice sounded from behind, and he was really scared.
"In my class, who gave you the courage to play tricks on my teaching assistant, Mr. Malfoy." Voldemort asked in a low voice.
He did this on purpose, he wanted to hit Malfoy, he wanted to hurt Malfoy, so that the pride in his heart and the impetuosity in his character were replaced by fear.
As for whether it will leave a shadow or not——compared with an impetuous, arrogant, and hypocritical guy, he would rather this child who is destined to become a Death Eater be timid, at least that way he will not attract people's hatred.
Damn little snake, you have defiled the greatness of pure blood... In Voldemort's violent heart, such thoughts could not be restrained.
Long live Gryffindor, damn Slytherin... this is Harry Potter (dog head)!Ask for favorites and recommendation tickets, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
"Quirinus Quirrell, haha, he's not the right answer for Hogwarts."
Draco Malfoy was sitting on the table, surrounded by little snakes, "I saw him before school started, and he was very rude at the door of Madam Malkin's robe store."
"What did he do, Draco, tell us," Pansy Parkinson asked.
"Oh, he wants to educate me, in front of my father."
Malfoy raised his head proudly, glanced around, and said, "He can't succeed, my father just gave him a glare, and he didn't dare to say anything."
"Wow, is he really that timid?" A little girl asked in surprise.
"Of course, he can't even use the Restoring Charm. What else can he do?" Malfoy said disdainfully, "Besides, my father is still the school director. Do you understand the director?"
A group of students shook their heads collectively, but Pansy raised her head proudly. She knew the answer and was about to say it out loud, but...
"I happen to understand something, Draco, can I explain it to you?"
A laughing voice came, and Malfoy shuddered.
He turned his head and saw Voldemort smiling, and Percy Weasley who was following behind Voldemort and glaring at him-he hated red-haired boys.
"No, Professor, I think I can explain it to them."
The little guy tried his best to maintain the majesty he had just established among his classmates, and said with a straight chest.
"Very good, it seems that you have adjusted to your own life." Voldemort said with a smile, "Go ahead, there are still 10 minutes before class."
After he finished speaking, he led Percy to the back of the podium.
"He's lying, isn't he Professor?" Percy asked impatiently.
"Of course, I'm not afraid of Malfoy, neither of them." Voldemort said with a smile.
After hearing this answer, Percy's complexion improved a lot, but he still asked, "Then why don't you expose him, Professor, he is ruining your reputation."
"Face is earned by yourself. You have to learn to make your enemy arrogant, and then defeat him when he is at his most arrogant."
Percy thought about Voldemort's words, he didn't quite understand, but he understood something vaguely.
"Learn from Malfoy, even if he's younger than you."
Voldemort spoke again, "Look, after only three days of school, he has used his family affairs and a few familiar partners to establish authority in the first year of Slytherin."
Percy glanced in Malfoy's direction, seeing that the kid was still talking, but he managed to stop sitting on the table.
"I can't, Professor." Percy shook his head. "At least it's hard to lie like him."
"Then learn and grow."
Voldemort's expression turned serious, "Most of the time, it's not the environment that adapts to us, but we adapt to the environment. This is an inevitable process of growth."
Percy nodded, taking the words to heart.
"You're going to class later, Malfoy should make trouble, you have to figure out how to deal with it." After Voldemort finished speaking, he ignored Percy and picked up the lesson plan to look through it.
Percy opened his mouth several times to say something, but held back in the end.
Twenty or ten minutes later, the morning class was about to start, Percy walked to the opposite side of the classroom, and the second-year students began to gather towards Voldemort.
Still dividing the classroom into two, Voldemort began teaching the second grade.
After a year of study, the second-year students are much easier to teach than the first-year students, at least they don't need to explain everything.
And Percy, who was on the opposite side of the classroom, was indeed made things difficult by Malfoy.
No matter what Percy said, Malfoy would jump in and interrupt Percy, sometimes even brazenly.
This made Percy very angry, and made him blush at one point—he criticized Malfoy, but the sharp-tongued Malfoy didn't let him take advantage of it.
Voldemort would glance at them between lectures, but didn't say anything to help Percy.
Wouldn't it be fun to pit Weasley against Malfoy?
They are also pure blood, which just represent the two extremes of pure blood.
Voldemort sometimes wondered, do those who oppose pure-blood interests do it because they like Muggles, or because they hate not being able to benefit from pure-blood itself?
Of course the book is just, but most of the time, people are driven by interests.
Just when Voldemort finished teaching the second-year class and wanted to let the second-year students enter the practice time, when he would face Malfoy, a roar sounded from the other end of the classroom:
"Damn Slytherin, can't you learn to be polite?"
In an instant, the entire classroom became silent, and even Voldemort looked at Percy in surprise—if Slytherin was replaced by Malfoy, this sentence would not be a big problem, but now...
Voldemort never expected that Percy would start the group mocking mode.
"Why would he say that about Slytherin?"
"Damn Gryffindor, how dare he."
"No one can say that about Slytherin, not even the Headmaster."
……
The students, especially the second-year Slytherins, were a little more daring than the first-year students.
And Percy Weasley, at the moment of saying this, realized his mistake - he was annoyed by the echoing voices of the Slytherin first-year students before he said this.
He was a little scared, even panicked, but the words were out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but apologize because his face was blushing, but deep down in his heart, he had already realized the seriousness of the problem.
at this time……
"quiet."
Pointing his wand to his throat, Voldemort spoke loudly and silenced all dissent.
The students were all looking at him, waiting for his sentence - in their opinion, Percy deserved punishment.
However, no...
"Mr. Malfoy."
Voldemort strode over to the freshman, looked down at Malfoy, "Who allowed you to intervene in my class without permission?"
Malfoy, who had a complacent look before, now had puzzled eyes.
That person said something like that, you leave him alone, and you come to criticize me?
Anger overcame reason in an instant, he stood up abruptly, and roared, "Quirrell, it was he who insulted Slytherin, not..."
Before he finished speaking, Malfoy's eyes widened in horror.
"Wadi Vasi."
Voldemort had a cold face, pointed his wand at the desk, and raised it.
The thick desk made of solid wood flew up and hit Malfoy's chest. The 11-year-old Malfoy flew into the air after being hit.
"Booming Ping Pong..."
The inverted Malfoy landed between the tables and chairs, knocking out a chaotic area.
"Sigh~~"
The little snakes collectively gasped.
"God, are you going to kill him?"
Pansy Parkinson covered her mouth and asked in horror.
"professor……"
Percy took a step forward, but didn't know what to say, so he just stood there dumbfounded.
Voldemort ignored Percy, just looked at Pancy with indifferent eyes, and the child was too scared to speak.
"I'm going to kill you, damn it, no one ever..."
Malfoy struggled to his feet, blood stained the corner of his shattered eye, but he didn't care.
He roared and looked at Voldemort, and raised his wand...
"Boom."
The silent disarming spell was activated, and the wand in Malfoy's hand instantly flew up. Voldemort pointed with his wand, and Malfoy's wand flew to the other side of the classroom.
"you……"
The yew wand was already pressed against Malfoy's nose, and he dared not speak any more after uttering a single word—not because of the wand, but because of Voldemort's devouring eyes.
"Teach...Professor, don't continue." Percy's voice sounded from behind, and he was really scared.
"In my class, who gave you the courage to play tricks on my teaching assistant, Mr. Malfoy." Voldemort asked in a low voice.
He did this on purpose, he wanted to hit Malfoy, he wanted to hurt Malfoy, so that the pride in his heart and the impetuosity in his character were replaced by fear.
As for whether it will leave a shadow or not——compared with an impetuous, arrogant, and hypocritical guy, he would rather this child who is destined to become a Death Eater be timid, at least that way he will not attract people's hatred.
Damn little snake, you have defiled the greatness of pure blood... In Voldemort's violent heart, such thoughts could not be restrained.
Long live Gryffindor, damn Slytherin... this is Harry Potter (dog head)!Ask for favorites and recommendation tickets, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
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