Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 490
It was Bella who awakened Voldemort, and only ten minutes had passed.

The short sleep did not restore more energy to Voldemort, but made his thinking more and more chaotic.

"Where's Albus?"

Voldemort turned his head, looked at the position where the white feather phoenix had just been lying and asked.

"It has been carried into the castle." Bella replied.

"That would be exhausting," said Voldemort, laughing.

"Hagrid carried it. He has great strength." Bella said.

Voldemort nodded, forgetting that there was a gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

"How long until the truce ends?" Voldemort asked again.

"More than half an hour, master."

"Who is in charge of Hogwarts now?"

"Professor McGonagall."

"Let's go see her."

Voldemort stood up as he spoke, followed Bella, crossed the Fountain Square that had been occupied by the enemy, entered the Clock Tower and went up the stairs.

All the Hogwarts factions were gathered here at this time, and they were waiting for Professor McGonagall to give their final orders.

Seeing Voldemort walking in, the Death Eaters naturally wanted to salute, and apart from them, even some students and professors also bowed to Voldemort.

Voldemort just smiled and nodded at them, but said nothing.

In this way, after coming to the platform close to where he and Dumbledore had stayed, he heard the arguing from above.

"It is impossible to surrender immediately, that will only put us at a disadvantage in negotiations." It was Abu's old voice, full of anger.

"Maybe you just have other considerations, Mr. Malfoy, what do you want to gain in this battle?" A gloomy voice sounded, and it was obvious that the owner of this voice was on the opposite side of Abu.

"Stop arguing." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded, "The headmaster didn't give a specific time, but I think this matter can be discussed with the Dark Lord."

"Are you going to take orders from the Dark Lord now?" the dark voice asked again.

Voldemort frowned in dissatisfaction, coughed lightly and walked onto the platform, and looked at the owner of the gloomy voice.

It was Snape, and his face was going from dark to surprised, which made him look like he was out of balance.

"Impatient to surrender to your new master, Snape?" Voldemort asked mercilessly.

"Uh...this...Your Majesty, I'm just seeking for us..."

"You, Snape, not us."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at McGonagall, and stretched out his hand, "Before you surrender, give me the Elder Wand."

McGonagall immediately handed Voldemort the Elder Wand pinned to his waist, without the slightest bit of reluctance.

This is indeed a trustworthy person, no wonder Dumbledore finally entrusted Hogwarts to her.

Taking the Elder Wand and sticking it at his waist, Voldemort took two steps forward, came to the front of the platform, and looked down at the enemy.

They are also resting, but unlike the scattered wizards, these people still stick to the rules and never leave their swords.

"What's your opinion, Dark Lord...Your Majesty." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment before adding the last word.

"Has Dumbledore's body recovered?" Voldemort did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"It's recovering, but it will take some time. The previous deformation wave map was too strong, and..."

McGonagall hesitated and said, "It is likely that it cannot be fully recovered, after all, it is a powerful transformation spell."

Voldemort nodded, glanced at the enemy again, and tapped his wand on the armrest of the clock tower.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, time is limited, what's your opinion?" McGonagall asked urgently.

"Wait, I have to make some judgments."

Voldemort said, spreading the magic power along the wand into the clock tower.

Although everyone didn't know why, they still waited quietly.

Not long after, Voldemort withdrew his wand and nodded in satisfaction.

"If once Hogwarts surrenders, the enemy will control all wizard apprentices, which will deal a huge blow to the Ministry of Magic, and may even directly force the entire wizarding community in England to surrender, so..."

"But is there any hope for us?" Snape's voice finally stopped being sinister, but he interrupted Voldemort.

Everyone looked at Snape, including Voldemort.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked innocently.

Voldemort frowned, not as dissatisfied as before.

Instead, he found that there seemed to be something wrong with Snape, not physically, but mentally.

Ever since he couldn't use Occlumency, he's been a little abnormal, but now, it's just a concentrated outbreak of this abnormality.

Perhaps, it was the experience in the Memory Hall of the Department of Mysteries and the memory implantation inside the Observer that made him what he is now.

"You don't need to participate in the final battle. This time I will face the enemy myself." Voldemort ignored Snape and said to McGonagall.

"Yourself?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise, and he and the others looked at Voldemort in surprise.

"Yes, this battle... I can't say what the outcome will be. However, I will try my best to destroy the machines or magic circles that block the use of the disappearing cabinet. When the time comes, you take your children and leave quickly. Hogwarts will not be able to defend it. ’” Voldemort arranged.

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a while, and no one knew what to say.

Dumbledore was also desperate before, trying to destroy the machine used to block the disappearing cabinet, which he thought was the city of the sky.

As a result, the Sky City was not destroyed, and the machines or magic circles used to block the disappearing cabinet were not found.

even at the end...

"Owner……"

"I'm all right, Bella, I'm sure."

Voldemort stopped Bella's persuasion, but he didn't mean it.

In fact, he himself was not sure, and he even felt that it might be a wrong choice.

But, as he had told himself before, he was ready to die.

He has to fight hard once, and he has to use the most primitive skills to the extreme.

Yes, he is ready to ignite [Darkest Hour] again.

This may be a sinking of no return, but he decided to give it a try.

"Dumbledore's body will also be shipped out, the enemy is likely to completely occupy or destroy Hogwarts, it is not safe to keep him here.

"If something happens to me and I can't return for the time being, the Death Eaters will..."

Voldemort's eyes swept over Abramovich, Old Turner, Bella, and Crouch Jr., but he couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

In the end, his gaze turned to Neville in the corner behind everyone. This kid was brought here to the meeting because of his bravery in battle.

"Neville, he temporarily holds my power, and can make judgments based on the situation and give orders to the Death Eaters."

Voldemort's appointment was undoubtedly surprising. Abramovich was the first to object, but he only moved slightly before shutting his mouth.

Others, on the other hand, didn't seem to have much opinion about it. It seemed that his performance just now had indeed conquered some people.

　Two changes today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)