Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 476 first move
"I asked you to expand the scope of that magic a long time ago, but you didn't do it."

Looking at the armored vehicles lined up below the castle, and the enemies dismounting from the armored vehicles, Voldemort couldn't help complaining to Dumbledore beside him.

"I think so too, but that's too much of a burden on the castle, Voldemort, you're not in charge, you don't know how expensive daily necessities are."

Dumbledore used a Chinese proverb, but there was no smile on his face.

Indeed, anyone who saw such a large formation standing at the door would not be in the mood for a joke.

"How about I raid Buckingham Palace directly?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore suddenly, shaking his head on a whim.

"I don't think that was the right choice, Voldemort, but I'm surprised they didn't send you away."

Dumbledore frowned, as if thinking about why the enemy did this.

"There must be something to rely on, but I don't know where it is."

Voldemort's eyes scanned the camps that the enemy was building. It seemed that these people wanted to fight a protracted war.

"How many large castles like Hogwarts are there in England that have sources of magic power?" Voldemort suddenly asked curiously.

"Except that the Ministry of Magic building is at the same level as him, everything else is much worse." Dumbledore replied.

"Not the one at Malfoy Manor?" Voldemort asked.

"A magic castle where wealth is piled up, Voldemort, have you heard of anyone in their family who has made outstanding contributions to magic?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

Voldemort thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"So, they can't build such a castle, not to mention that Hogwarts has four giants and successive headmasters, which one is not a genius of magic?" Dumbledore said proudly.

Voldemort nodded his approval.

He didn't ask why the Ministry of Magic building was so powerful, after all, the previous ministers of magic were not easy to deal with.

"Do you think they will go to war directly?" Voldemort asked again.

"I don't think so. They always do this for a purpose, don't they?" Dumbledore said, pushing the glasses on his nose, while looking at the professors who strengthened the magic barrier.

"It's nothing more than wanting to grasp the real power of the wizarding world. North America has scared them." Voldemort said with a smile.

Dumbledore gave him an annoyed look.

That look seemed to say, if it weren't for you, there wouldn't be so many bad things.

"If it wasn't for me, they might have subverted quietly." Voldemort said dissatisfied.

"But that's not necessarily a bad thing."

Dumbledore's tone was a little unconfident, and Voldemort even sneered at his words.

"Will you let vampires participate in this battle?" Dumbledore asked a little awkwardly, changing the subject.

"No, this is not a life-and-death battle. We can give up Hogwarts and leave. There is no need to do everything." Voldemort said.

"Isn't it because those guys might not fight for you?" Dumbledore asked, looking up at Voldemort, staring into his eyes.

Voldemort curled his lips, but did not answer his question.

"I put the latest theory of the Transfiguration Curse in the Room of Requirement. If I die in this battle, you can find it there."

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort look at him in surprise.

"I have a hunch—it may not be accurate, you know I'm not good at divination—but it's very strong, so I might die here."

"Don't make trouble, just rely on them?"

"There may be some other reason."

"I can't see it, and your joke isn't funny at all."

"It's not a joke."

Dumbledore said with a serious expression, and the azure blue pupils behind the crescent glasses also revealed sincerity.

"I didn't expect anything." Voldemort frowned.

He was denying Dumbledore's premonition in a disguised form. After all, as an existence of the same level, it didn't make sense for Dumbledore to see further.

"That's the point, Voldemort, how long has it been since you read, or, have you had any dreams about the future?"

Dumbledore's words stunned Voldemort, who hadn't felt this way for a long time.

As a wizard, it is normal to foresee the future through dreams or on a whim.

For example, when he hid in Quirrell's body and met Dumbledore, he felt that it would be a successful disguise, and it turned out to be a success in the end.

"Can you find the point at which you lost this prophecy?" asked Dumbledore.

"When did you find out I lost this ability?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

"From the time I learned of the ambush in you, I'm curious why you didn't reflect on it."

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort frown.

"It's not suitable to fall into self-doubt before the war, Voldemort, but you have indeed become a little arrogant recently." Dumbledore said again.

Voldemort glared at Dumbledore angrily, and said, "Arrogance doesn't affect my ability to predict the future. I think it's the ability I lost after resurrection."

"No, it should be after you have the Prophet's Eye."

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort silent for a moment, then he nodded and said, "It seems that this is a side effect of the prophet's eye."

"There is no reason to only get and not give, just like North America was stirred up by you, and now, you have to bear the backlash from Buckingham Palace."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and said, "The reason they attacked so resolutely is because of you, Voldemort, North America scares them, and wizards scare them too."

"So they sabotaged the Ministry of Magic and attacked Hogwarts to frighten us?" Voldemort asked.

"Otherwise?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't think I will be frightened by such methods, and I'm not a three-year-old." Voldemort frowned dissatisfied.

"Look there, Voldemort, don't you think so?"

Dumbledore stretched out his finger and pointed not far away, behind a protective barrier, Lucius was standing behind Draco talking in detail.

"Lucius is the most mean and cold-blooded person I've ever met, but even he values ​​family and children, so...they are using this operation to declare their strength to the wizarding world."

"Hmph, that didn't drive me away, that was probably their biggest mistake."

As Voldemort said, he took out the Elder Wand from his waist, and was about to launch the first attack - he was already impatient with waiting.

"Wait a minute, Voldemort, let's see what they are going to do first." Dumbledore stopped him and said.

Voldemort followed his gaze to the distance suspiciously, and saw the rear compartment of a trailer slowly opening.

There was a big guy who looked like a pot lid, and five or six people who looked like engineers were busy on it.

"Secret weapon?" Voldemort asked.

"It seems to be." Dumbledore nodded, and asked uncertainly, "They are starting that machine, aren't they?"

"Looks like it, I'm going to destroy it."

As Voldemort said, he turned around and disappeared in place, but Dumbledore, who had blocked him before, said nothing this time.

(End of this chapter)