Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 73 No.70 Three Halloween Eve

Destiny must have exquisite gears, otherwise everything would not be so ingenious.

Voldemort knew that the trolls would riot on Halloween because he was a time traveler.

But the heavy schoolwork, the research of forbidden books, the search for trolls...

Too many things were entangled, and the next week after he asked Pokiss to set up the research room, after Professor McGonagall urged him to enter the Forbidden Forest to find the troll, everything still happened...

This time Ron made Hermione cry for a different reason than he remembered.

In memory, Ron uttered bad words because he was jealous of Hermione's learning ability. After being heard by Hermione passing by, he made Hermione cry.

And this time, it was because he was jealous that Hermione and Harry were so nice...

Since the last duel incident, Harry has been very grateful to Hermione, because she not only helped Harry find the headmaster with injuries, but also kept encouraging and supporting him afterwards.

Harry has had a very bad time recently. In the past, he could bear to accept the adoring stares of his classmates, but now the classmates only look at him with strange eyes, which makes him very uncomfortable.

The clever Miss Know-It-All helped him a lot in the process, which made the relationship between the two very good, and Ron became jealous because of it.

So, one day before Hallowe'en, he lashed out at Hermione, calling her:

The arrogant one has no female friends and can only hug the thigh of the savior.

Miss Know-It-All had never heard such vicious words. She stood there in a daze, skipped class for the first time, and cried in the bathroom until dinner.

And Voldemort, who knew nothing about fate, still drove the troll forward with brisk steps—he deliberately staggered the day in the book, which made him feel safe.

The eve of Halloween is chosen in the book because on that night, the students will participate in the Halloween dinner and gather in the cafeteria.

And the corridor without people is just right for Professor Quirrell to drive the troll to the fourth floor.

In order to stagger the time, he ignored Professor McGonagall's complaints and asked to drive out monsters in advance. For this reason, Professor McGonagall had to find a reason to let the students gather together during the dinner.

Voldemort nodded happily, and walked into the empty main gate of the castle. He even had the mood to sing:
"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise."

“Playing in the streets gonna be a big man someday.”

"You got mud on your face."

"You big disgrace."

"Kicking your can all over the... fu~k, fu~k, fu~k..."

A series of swear words interrupted the rhythm of humming.

The premonition of the impending curse made Voldemort flustered instantly.

"Curse Listop, Curse Listop, Curse Listop..."

Without hesitation, he left a series of spells on the bracelet, and then Voldemort looked around vigilantly.

Thanks to my strong request, there was no one in the corridor, and then...

Before he could make any more moves, Quirrell's soul began to steal the show.

"A quiet campus without complete guards. I know how to deal with that three-headed dog. My master needs the Philosopher's Stone."

Voldemort, who had been robbed of his position, was in the depths of his soul, and he looked helplessly at Quirrell, who was acting as a demon.

Helpless, but he didn't panic at all.

"Just release the troll, what a perfect idea..."

After thinking for a second, Quirrell directly cast a spell on the troll. The docile troll, who had been conditioned, became furious instantly and rushed to the women's bathroom beside him - Voldemort only noticed it at this time, but he didn't Thought Hermione would still be in there.

As for Quirrell, he turned around and prepared to stumble into acting, and then...

"Boom."

The first hand bead burst, and the curse appeared, and Quirrell regained his sanity in an instant.

"Oh, master, what have I done? There is something to redeem..."

Before Quirrell could finish speaking, Voldemort had already spoken.

"Shut up, Quirrell, now listen to me."

Voldemort said calmly, "Use the Patronus to inform Professor McGonagall that there is an accident, and ask the students to stay in the dining room for a while, and the accident will be resolved quickly."

After he said this, he was not in a hurry to control his body, because he couldn't use the Patronus Charm—even if he could, he wouldn't be a goshawk.

The goshawk rushed out of the wand in an instant, flew towards the restaurant at an extremely fast speed, and flew back after a short pause in the restaurant.

Seeing the return of the Patronus, Voldemort regained control of his body - he was not in a hurry, anyway, he was just dealing with a giant monster.

If it wasn't for the giant monster destroying the bathroom door, he wouldn't bother to tell McGonagall.

Just as he was about to step into the bathroom, there was a scream from inside, which made Voldemort stop in surprise.

"Who?" he asked loudly.

"It's me, Professor, there's a troll here." Hermione's voice came out, crying out of terror.

Why are you here... Voldemort had no idea what was going on, but he had to act.

"Passed out."

Rushed into the bathroom, his wand swished, and amidst the roar, he poured more magic power into the magic—trolls have magic resistance.

"call."

The magic picked up the wind and rushed towards the troll holding the stick upside down and walking towards Hermione.

"Boom."

The magic light exploded, and the troll turned his head to look at Voldemort, his eyes were full of confusion, and then fell to the ground with a crash.

"Cough cough."

Voldemort, who was coughing and choking on the smoke, waved his wand to disperse the smoke, and then walked to Hermione who was deeper.

"A troll, little trouble, isn't it?" Voldemort said reassuringly.

He saw that Hermione was moving her terrified gaze from the fallen troll to him, and that gaze seemed a little dull.

"Eat some chocolate, it can soothe your mood." Voldemort squeezed out a smile.

He felt that fate was playing a joke on him. He had clearly arranged everything, but everything went back to the original point.

"Oh, thanks, Professor, I mean, thanks...wow..."

Hermione suddenly cried again, and threw herself into Voldemort's arms, hugging him tightly - this little guy had a runny nose, and the snot still fell on Voldemort's body along his collar.

Damn it, my Fengya wizard robe... he thought painfully.

"Sorry, Professor, thank you, I'm better."

Finally, Miss Know-It-All calmed down, let go of him and lowered her head shyly.

"Wipe it off, hey, if you hug me and cry next time, please don't leave your snot on me."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he handed her a handkerchief, cleaned up the snot from his body with magic, and then used the repair spell on the broken bathroom.

"I need to go to the fourth floor, where you saw the three-headed dog, come with me?" Voldemort asked.

"But... is it okay?" The little guy was still a little ashamed, probably because of his snot.

"Of course, if you enter the restaurant now, I'm afraid everyone will be watching, and it feels uncomfortable."

Voldemort said, waving his wand to make the troll float up, "Of course, you can also choose to go back to the lounge or the bedroom, it's up to you."

Hermione didn't think much about it, and immediately chose to go with Voldemort - she liked the Dark Magic Defense teacher very much, the pure teacher-student relationship.

(End of this chapter)