Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 531

Fort Gunter.

study.

Voldemort sat behind his desk, as did the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic.

Three days after returning to this world, Voldemort was busy visiting places in addition to showing his face in public several times.

Reach a simple agreement with the palace and exchange opinions with SI:[-].

To appease the internal emotions of the Death Eaters, to determine the dominance of the Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world in England, and to invite invitations from some foreign Ministry of Magic.

After all this is over, there will be requests from families from all over the world.

Some are just to get acquainted, some are to make some requests, and more are to express their allegiance.

Voldemort didn't have that much time, so he could only pick important glimpses.

This busy work lasted for three days, and it was only tonight that I finally had time to deal with internal issues.

Yes, the most important question was about Draco and Hermione.

Now the two protagonists are standing in front of the desk, and behind them are representatives of the pure-blood side and the Muggle side respectively.

"Tell me what you think, Draco."

After a brief silence, Voldemort turned his gaze to Draco.

Draco, who was in his twenties, still looked a little green, but after all, he was no longer the child he used to be.

Therefore, Voldemort hopes to respect their own ideas in the handling of this matter, rather than him imposing his will on them.

As for the conflict between pure blood and Muggles, as long as he is still alive, he is not afraid of causing trouble.

He, Voldemort, is no longer the Riddle who needed to sell his pure blood to make a difference.

"I……"

Draco only said one word, then glanced at Hermione, then at his father behind him, then fell silent and couldn't speak.

Voldemort couldn't help but rolled his eyes, but he also had an answer in his heart.

He then looked at Hermione, motioning for her to speak.

"I hope Mr. Malfoy won't force Draco. The relationship between us should be decided by ourselves."

Hermione's words were going to be much tougher, but Voldemort just sighed inwardly.

Compared with Hermione's clear statement, Draco's silence is actually a statement.

The problem seemed to be Mr. Malfoy, but from Voldemort's point of view, that was not the problem.

The real problem was Draco himself.

"Very clear, Hermione, I think I understand what you're thinking."

Voldemort said so, looking at Lucius Malfoy.

He didn't speak, but just looked at the other party with his eyes, signaling for the other party to make a statement.

"It's up to His Majesty to decide."

Lucius was sensible, but the words still made Voldemort frown.

And as soon as he frowned, Lucius understood what he meant.

He sighed in his heart, thinking that if his father did not die, there might still be room for bargaining.

But now...

"I will not comment on the relationship between Draco, a child of the Malfoy family, and Ms. Granger. This matter is entirely up to them to decide."

Lucius spoke again and gave a new answer.

What has been pointed out in this sentence is that no matter what Draco chooses, he will not be expelled from the Malfoy family.

But at the same time, Lucius also said that he would not express his opinion.

In other words, he has an opinion, but under the pressure of the Dark Lord, he doesn't publish it, that's all.

With a gun and a stick, but this is his last bottom line.

After all, he, Lucius, can have no dignity, but the Malfoy family cannot.

Seeing this, Voldemort didn't ask for more, but just looked at Draco.

The latter's eyes were already red, and his eyes were drooping on the floor in front of him.

Voldemort sighed again in his heart, he knew the answer had come.

"Draco, tell me about your decision. After all, the attitude of others has been very clear."

Voldemort's words instantly made everyone's eyes focus on Draco, and Draco couldn't help shivering.

He seemed to have just woken up from his imagination, and it seemed that he had come to a completely strange world.

The eyes that scanned the surroundings seemed to have become hollow.

But the hollowness and depths seemed to be asking for help.

He first looked at Voldemort for help, but the latter just sat behind the desk with his head down, as if fiddling with something.

He looked at Lucius again, and the father avoided his son's gaze.

The helpless Draco looked at his mother Narcissa again, but only saw her mother covering her face with her hands and choking.

At this moment, it seemed that no one could help him.

Finally, he looked at Hermione, but didn't dare to look her directly in the eyes.

And Hermione, who was a little happy at first, also froze in place after seeing Draco's dodging eyes.

She didn't expect that after a long time, she finally got the teacher back, finally got the Malfoy family to compromise, and finally made the pure blood dare not speak.

As a result, in the end, it is indeed the one who flinches with the person I want to love.

Could it be that everything before was fake?
"He's just timid, Hermione. Not everyone has the courage to betray their family and step out of their comfort zone."

Voldemort used magic to transmit the voice to Hermione's ear so that only she could hear it.

He really couldn't bear to look at this disciple, crying and helpless in front of everyone, so he could only appease him in advance.

"cocoa……"

Hermione wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be clogged, and she couldn't even complete a sentence.

Everyone looked at her with strange eyes, not understanding why she spoke suddenly.

"Okay, Draco, you have to give me a result."

Voldemort didn't want Hermione to be publicly "tortured" again, so he could only urge Draco to speed up the pace.

"I give up."

Draco replied in a voice only he could hear.

"Speak up, Draco, no matter what the answer is, you must speak like a man." Voldemort said dissatisfied.

"I say……"

Draco said loudly, but suddenly got stuck, and turned to look at Hermione.

Hermione's eyes were already red, and tears hovered in her eyes, as if they would fall at any moment.

Draco opened his mouth, but couldn't seem to get the words out.

"He said he gave up."

Lucius spoke suddenly, speaking for his son.

"Snapped."

A tear fell from the corner of Hermione's eye on the carpet, and before more tears appeared, Bella was walking towards her.

"Come with me, boy, there's nothing to miss here."

Bella said so, pulling Hermione to Apparate and leave.

Voldemort also waved his hand, motioning everyone to leave, he didn't bother to say more.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

One after another figures disappeared, only Draco was standing in front of Voldemort's desk.

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

Like a child who has done something wrong, Draco lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.

"Hey."

Voldemort sighed, but said nothing of comfort.

People's fate is destined, but sometimes it can be won.

But apparently, Draco resigned to fate.

Perhaps, in this case, it is more reassuring to attribute everything to fate.

(End of this chapter)