Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 98 Christmas

The research team of Fellow Roger Penrose was chosen by Voldemort from a list provided by Porches.

The reason is that he and Stephen Hawking founded the mathematical structure theory of modern cosmology - if you can't invite Hawking, then invite someone who has an intersection with him, Voldemort thinks so.

Judging from the results, Voldemort was very satisfied. Although the academician himself did not participate, his disciples did have real talents and learning.

And Voldemort, who returned to Hogwarts with the [Conjecture Book], immediately started his journey of tackling key problems-compared to the obscureness of magic books, this book full of various scientific theories is also not easy to read.

This made time pass like a tide, until this morning, when he found a lot of presents beside his bed, he realized that Christmas was coming, and he didn't prepare presents for anyone.

"Phew, knowledge is indeed the root of all pain..."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Voldemort began to look through the presents he had received - he had to return the gift, and he needed to explain why he had forgotten to send the gift on time.

"[Glorious Quidditch], Professor McGonagall, I love football, a book can't change anything..."

Voldemort opened the first present and threw the book on the shelf - he was too lazy to read such frivolous stuff.

"[How to maintain adult teeth], Miss Passer-Talk, take care of your own front teeth first..."

Another book that would just sit gathering dust on a shelf, Voldemort had no interest in it.

"Fengya scarf... very beautiful, Mr. Potter is very caring..."

Voldemort took the scarf and compared it in front of the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction - the things Potter chose were very in line with his own aesthetics.

"Who will give me a note?"

Voldemort opened the note suspiciously, and saw that it read:

Dear Professor Quirrell:
Merry Christmas to your students, Fred and George, and hope you will give us something in return, preferably the piece of paper you confiscated - a memory of our youth.

Your best students, Fred and George Weasley

"Humph~"

Voldemort directly burned the paper, he didn't bother to pay attention to these two idiots, and continued to unwrap the present.

"[How to become a Ravenclaw], Dean Flitwick, how much do you hate me?"

Another useless book. It seems that everyone likes to give me books. Do I seem to like learning so much?

With doubts in my heart, I unwrapped the presents one by one, and finally they were no longer all books:
Hagrid had pancakes for him...

Percy had prepared an exquisite handkerchief for him...

Kettleburn has candy for him...

Then, another note appeared... Is sending notes so popular now?

Opening the note, the cursive words on it came into view:
Dear Quirrell:
As a Christmas gift, I will take you on an unusual magical learning journey. I think it will be helpful to you. The time is up to you, but please let me know in advance.

Your Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Without a doubt, this was the best Christmas present Voldemort had received so far.

He thought for a while, came to the desk, and began to reply:
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore:
It was a pleasure to hear from you and thank you for the gift you have prepared for me, and I have a gift for you too: tickets to Manchester United's Christmas fixtures at home.

If you have time tomorrow afternoon, you can take me on an unusual magical learning journey after we watch the game.

Your eternal student: Fu...

"Snapped."

He slapped his forehead vigorously, and recently dunked on that [guessing book], he really used his brain too much.

Changed a piece of paper, re-transcribed the content, and Voldemort was going to mail it out in a while.

After doing all this, he went back to the bedside and continued to disassemble the presents. Except for Professor Snape, almost all the professors gave him presents.

There were also many students who gave him gifts, even Ron, but they were nothing expensive, but Voldemort remembered them all.

Afterwards, he began to choose the gifts to send back, and at the same time, they all included a text message, explaining that he had forgotten the time due to his research on magic...

It may not be credible if others say so, but Voldemort is indeed a tireless person who devotes himself to the study of magic in his daily performance, so I think everyone will not blame him.

After a busy half a day like this, he received a reply from Dumbledore at noon.

There is not much content in the letter, just saying that there is no problem, and let Voldemort go to the office to find him when the time comes.

Voldemort collected the letters, washed and dressed, and walked into the auditorium dressed beautifully—there was a Christmas dinner today, and he would be too out of place if he didn't attend.

"Quirrell, your gift came too late." Dean Flitwick complained as soon as he walked to the classroom table.

"I forgot, I've been studying magic all this time." Voldemort spread his hands and said hello to Hagrid not far away.

"Pull you a glass of wine, Quirrell, I heard from Hagrid that you can drink very well." Dean Flitwick said with a smirk.

Voldemort shrugged his shoulders, raised his glass and drank it down—he decided to indulge himself today, instead of studying the [Conjecture Book] that he hadn't read with only three conjectures left.

"Quirrell, you haven't had a drink with me for a long time." Hagrid walked over, holding his fishbowl-sized wine glass.

"I won't go home if I don't get drunk tonight." Voldemort clinked glasses with him, drank it down again, and then said, "Go to your hut to drink later, there are too many students here."

Hagrid nodded excitedly, and then invited Dean Flitwick and Professor Kettleburn.

Both of them agreed to go together, and Trelawney not far away took the initiative to join in, and Hagrid didn't refuse.

Voldemort let Hagrid make an invitation to a professor, while he himself immersed himself in the Christmas food:

The fat roast chicken was good, the roast was okay, the little sausages and peas in butter were delicious, and at the end he had a bowl of thick, thick soup.

A little stuffed, Voldemort got up and followed the students to watch them set off fireworks.

"See you tomorrow, Quirrell, I'm looking forward to that game."

Before Voldemort left the auditorium, he saw Dumbledore wearing a hat decorated with flowers, and he said happily to Voldemort.

"I'm also looking forward to your lessons, Headmaster." Voldemort responded with a smile, and then walked out of the castle.

On the lawn outside the castle, the students held colorful firecrackers in groups of three and four, each showing their skills:
Some students hide firecrackers in the snow...

Some students boldly held up firecrackers and ignited...

There are also students who simply point the firecrackers at their classmates...

"Hey Professor, where's our Christmas present?" the twins asked, running up.

"Percy is here." Voldemort didn't answer their questions, but pointed to the distance.

"We took his medal."

"Prefect medal, so he's chasing us."

"But we've hidden the medal in the snowman."

"And I forgot which snowman it was."

"Hahaha……"

The twins looked at each other and laughed, before running away under Voldemort's delighted gaze.

"Professor, you should stop them for me." Percy, who was flying past, complained.

Voldemort smiled and took out his wand and swung it. The invisible rope caught Percy's ankle, causing him to fall a big somersault.

The twins pause again to laugh at their brother and give Quirrell a thumbs up.

"Professor..." Percy groaned.

"Just kidding, Percy, be merry, it's Christmas," said Voldemort, laughing, before sending him off to chase the twins.

What a carefree and happy day...

Thinking like this, he walked slowly towards Brother Hai's hut—there would be a big drink in the evening, which he was looking forward to very much.

　In the days when there are no recommended seats, I can only rely on you guys~~~Ask for tickets~~~
　　


(End of this chapter)