Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 49

Lucius Malfoy got the news that his son had been beaten before he had lunch.

At that time, his eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't imagine who would dare to treat his son like this. He was the only son of the Malfoy family, the only heir of this glorious family.

However, the surprise and anger did not last long, and the name Quirinus Quirrell instantly calmed him down.

"Lucius, I'm going to Hogwarts, I'm going now, my God, that Quirrell, how dare you do this..." Narcissa Malfoy reprimanded with tears in her eyes.

"I told him, don't mess with the Lord...cause trouble."

Malfoy's roar was approved by his wife, but she felt it was not enough.

"Since you've seen that Quirrell, you should be tougher on him, it looks like he..."

Before his wife could finish speaking, Malfoy reached out and stopped her words.

I'm talking about the dutiful son, not my master... Malfoy thought helplessly.

"I'll deal with this matter, you don't have to go, Draco didn't suffer any injuries, just bumped the corner of his eye."

Under his wife's incomprehensible gaze, Malfoy picked up his cane and started to go out, but he stopped again.

"Don't do anything." He told his wife, "Everything is up to me to decide."

The rare exhortation made Narcissa realize that the problem was not that simple. She suppressed the anger in her heart and asked, "Draco's injury is really not serious?"

"It's not serious, the news is very definite, just wait at home, I will bring him back to see you at the weekend, soon."

He gave another word of advice, and kissed Narcissa's forehead before turning around and walking into the study.

The Malfoy family's study room was very large, with rows of bookshelves filled with all kinds of magic books, some of which were even rare and orphaned.

But Malfoy's purpose was not these books, he walked to a bookshelf that had been cast a lot of magic, besides some books, there were also some trinkets.

Carefully turning off the protective magic, Malfoy took down a ring - made of dark silver, above which was a small snake with silver eyes.

After putting the ring on his finger and reactivating the protective magic on the bookshelf, he left Malfoy Manor.

But he didn't go to Hogwarts immediately. Instead, he visited several families at an extremely fast speed, and after getting what he wanted, he set off for Hogwarts.

This took some time, so it was already afternoon when he arrived at Hogwarts.

Instead of going to see Dumbledore or his own son, Malfoy went straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor.

"Boom."

Pushing open the door rudely, under the surprised gaze of a kitten, Malfoy threw the document in Voldemort's face - this surprised Voldemort very much, but he also saw the flicker of panic in Malfoy's eyes. Pass.

"You have been fired, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, in the name of the board of directors, go find a new job."

Malfoy's angry, rude and arrogant voice echoed in the empty classroom.

The eaglets were trembling, even if they were treated like this by their professor and senior, they did not dare to make any noise-it is the tradition of the Eagle Academy to be wise and protect their lives.

"Lucius Malfoy?"

Voldemort looked at Malfoy coldly, and said, "I don't think the directors have such a right. If they want to dismiss me, they need the signature of Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Beating students in class, a professor like you, the board of directors has the right."

He roared, and stepped forward to pull Voldemort - this surprised Voldemort, he didn't know what Malfoy was going to do.

At first he dodged for a moment, but then Voldemort restrained his instinct and reached out to block Malfoy's hand.

Malfoy's hand should have landed on Voldemort's arm, but he moved, and the two hands were instantly clasped together.

On the snake head of the dark silver ring, a silver-white light flickered slightly.

At this moment, Voldemort felt a kind of touch, like some kind of magic, prying into his thoughts - the prying feeling was not strong, but had a hint of invitation in it.

Voldemort made a motion to retract his hand, and after a brief thought during this period, he decided to accept this kind of prying.

When he let go of his thoughts, a voice immediately came: "Master, how should I cooperate with you?"

It was Malfoy, although he didn't know how he did it, but Voldemort was quite sure that the master of this thought was him.

"You are doing very well now, keep hitting me and causing trouble for Dumbledore." Voldemort's thoughts instantly followed the ring and entered Malfoy's mind.

"Aren't you afraid they'll fire you? Or is firing part of the plan?" Malfoy asked.

"Dumbledore will not allow this kind of thing to happen, it has to do with his majesty, not to mention that I acted for Gryffindor, he has to consider his own reputation."

Malfoy continued to pull, and he already understood the master's plan in his heart-he wanted to get Dumbledore into trouble, and Malfoy's directorship could do it all.

A perfect plan, the master is really wise again... Malfoy thought.

"I will cooperate with you, I hope you don't blame me for throwing the paper in your face."

Malfoy's consciousness already meant to withdraw from communication, but Voldemort stopped him.

"Little Malfoy needs education." Voldemort said eagerly before the connection was disconnected.

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, which made his pulling movement stop for a moment. Fortunately, Voldemort reacted quickly and made the appearance of breaking away, which attracted Malfoy to cooperate and pull again.

"You are spoiling him too much. As one of the next generation of Death Eaters, he should grow up quickly instead of becoming a spoiled child."

"I understand my master."

Malfoy answered almost without hesitation, and quickly stated the reason why Draco was pampered.

"I wasn't sure about your return date before. I didn't dare to educate too hard. He is too prominent and will attract more attention. Those people are staring at my family. I must make the family less troublesome."

"The troubles will all go away and we will win in the end."

After these words, Voldemort shook his hand violently, broke free from Malfoy's pull, and also actively disconnected.

The Dark Lord must win... Malfoy thought in his heart, but his face was still full of resentment.

It's just that he put his hand back into the pocket of the wizard robe where no one else noticed, and when he took it out again, the ring had disappeared.

"I'm going to find Dumbledore right now, I think he will give me an explanation and give the directors an explanation."

Malfoy roared and left without hesitation.

"Continue to class, children."

Voldemort's face was also not very good, as if Malfoy messed up his mood, "I don't think anyone wants to end up like Draco."

The eagles who are wise and safe are nodding their heads hard, trying to show that I am serious, but no one knows what is in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)