Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 70 Fair Punishment

Dumbledore sat sideways on the hospital bed, with Professor McGonagall and Snape standing beside him.

Voldemort was leaning against the wall far away, and Filch was not far away from him, scanning the students who were in the center of everyone's eyes with dark eyes.

"Whip them and hang them up. Children who don't obey the school rules should be punished like this." Filch whispered, word by word reaching Voldemort's ears.

This squib is sometimes more vicious than those purebloods.

Sure enough, what cannot be obtained will be destroyed, which is an eternal truth.

"That is to say."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, the anger on his face had long since disappeared, "Your appearance, Miss Granger, was a complete accident, wasn't it?"

Hermione nodded solemnly, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior - it was just that she looked at Voldemort with a guilty conscience, revealing more information.

Dumbledore gave Voldemort a curious look. Although he didn't know the secret between the two, he decided not to reveal it for the time being.

"Okay, I think Miss Granger has made it clear enough, then, let's see how we should punish these unlucky bastards." Dumbledore said, looking at the two deans inquiringly .

It is the students of the two deans who are in trouble, and they have more say.

"None of them can escape punishment." As soon as Professor McGonagall spoke, it was the old notary.

"Totally agree." Snape agreed, but was ready to strike.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, and said again: "But Malfoy will be punished severely, he proposed a duel, and used evil..."

"I don't think so."

Snape immediately interrupted her, "In the Hogwarts school rules, there is nothing that says that the use of jinxes is not allowed. If Potter knows such brilliant magic, I think..."

"No, jinxes are forbidden."

Professor McGonagall didn't back down, like a fighting cock, straightened his neck and said loudly, "If children use black magic prematurely, I can't imagine their future at all..."

"In the future they will become the Headmaster, like me." Snape raised his hand, and Professor McGonagall seemed to be hit by a holding spell.

Voldemort also looked at Snape in surprise, only to find that his eyes were still deep and indifferent - Occlumency was still operating.

Was he so restless because he saw those green eyes when he was treating Harry... Voldemort was thinking about it, but he didn't think about how Lily died.

"Two deans, maybe we don't need to quarrel."

Dumbledore also noticed that Snape was in the wrong mood, so he looked at Voldemort and decided to make trouble.

"Professor Quirrell, you were the first to arrive at the scene, and, you are the Dark Arts professor, why don't you decide the punishment for them, how about it?"

"Uh...no problem, Headmaster."

Voldemort left the wall and took two steps forward. He heard Filch whisper "Whip them, Professor" not far away, but he ignored it and gave him no response.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin, fifty points each, that's all."

His words immediately aroused Snape's dissatisfaction, and he said angrily: "There are four of them, and we only have three, Quirrell, you need to be fair."

"Yes, there are four of them." Voldemort glanced at Neville, who had never had any sense of presence, and nodded, "That's why I didn't deduct points for Malfoy's curse."

Snape had nothing to say and chose to remain silent.

Professor McGonagall hesitated to speak. It seemed that she still couldn't forget the curse, but she didn't speak in the end. Perhaps she felt that Quirrell's punishment was fair enough.

"Oh, and..."

Voldemort suddenly spoke again, causing everyone to look at him again.

"When I asked Hermione to go to the headmaster, she broke her head in anxiety, but she didn't delay for a second. For her bravery, I give Gryffindor five points."

Hermione blushed instantly, but still raised her head proudly, higher than usual.

"Oh, and..."

The eyes that had been on Hermione just now looked at Voldemort again - Voldemort felt the evil thoughts from the professors, they might want to say everything at once.

"Malfoy, jinxes are not advisable, but I have to add... 1 point to him for learning such a powerful magic in the first grade. The less points are because jinxes are wrong."

"Quirrell." Professor McGonagall complained dissatisfiedly, "You are encouraging him to learn curses."

"No, Professor, I don't approve of the use of jinxes either."

Voldemort explained, "But his magic has proved his hard work in Defense Against the Dark Arts. As a professor of this subject, I have the right to add points for his excellent performance, otherwise it would be unfair."

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore stopped her.

"Deductions and bonuses are good, Quirrell, but the children need confinement, and I think you can do it too," Dumbledore said.

"But headmaster, I get out of class very late every day. If you do this, it's not so much their confinement, it's more like me." Voldemort said with a sad face.

He didn't want to bother with these hapless bastards, and if Hermione hadn't forced him into it, he would never have participated.

Once when Lao Deng was not at school, he met the twins during a night tour. The twins looked depressed at the time, but he left without squinting. After walking a long distance, he could still hear the thanks of the two brothers.

He didn't catch them, not because he was afraid of attracting attention, but because he was too lazy to ask for trouble—studying and studying magic every day, specializing in spells, isn't it fragrant?
"Six confinement sessions per person, two hours each time, the content is decided by Quirrell, and that's it."

Dumbledore completely ignored his evasion, and then said to the two deans, "Take your students back, they need to rest, and there will be classes tomorrow."

Snape and McGonagall silently took away the students, Filch also left disappointed, followed by Voldemort...

"Qiro, wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

Old Deng's gentle words came from behind him, and Voldemort turned his head helplessly.

"There is a secret between Hermione and you, I think I need to know, after all I am the headmaster." After closing the door, Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Voldemort betrayed Hermione and the others without hesitation—if it wasn't for the confinement that disturbed his thinking, he would have already betrayed himself.

"Before the duel, they entered the room on the fourth floor because they were avoiding Filch, and then met a dog with three heads. Hahaha, they didn't scare them to death."

It's been so long, but thinking of Hermione's expression when she told about the three-headed dog, he still couldn't help laughing out loud. It was really the expression on little Hermione's face, which was too frightened.

"Oh, are they close?" Dumbledore's face showed joy, he did not hide his thoughts from Quirrell at all, which represented trust.

"Ah, you want them to break through?" Voldemort said in surprise, "I thought it was used to deal with those men in black."

"I couldn't find him." Dumbledore frowned, rubbing his temples and said, "He's hiding too deeply, without revealing the slightest clue."

Voldemort shook his head helplessly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Although I really want to help, I don't want to betray myself. After all, I have a good relationship with myself... He thought so.

(End of this chapter)