There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 23 Hello, I am Voldemort
After the meal is over, the Hufflepuffs can finally eat melons.

Rice, what I want, melon, what I want.You can't have both, eat first and then eat melons.

The little badgers listened attentively to the quarrel next to them.

According to their many years of experience in eating melons, generally speaking, those who quarrel and like to label others are 90.00% likely to be Ravenclaws.

Gryffindor quarreled and hit directly, bloody and bloody.

Slytherin can't quarrel, they will just sneer and keep it in their hearts when they have a big grudge, and when they meet in college activities or in the Forbidden Forest, they will come back with a fair and honest revenge.

"Hogwarts must have an internal response. This internal response may be a student, or even a teacher!"

Ravenclaw has the eagle oath.

"Otherwise, there is no way to explain it. We all don't know that the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts. How could the distant Beauxbaton Veela know?"

"Student, please don't call her a Veela, she's just a mixed Veela."

"Nonsense, a mixed-race Veela is not a Veela? If you add water to the pumpkin juice, isn't this a glass of pumpkin juice?"

"Why do you value Veela's identity? She is equal to us. She is an intelligent creature, and so are we. What's the point of being obsessed with race? Let's discuss things as they are, shall we?"

"Bold, to use declarative sentences to show that Veela is an intelligent creature. You mean, you think we don't think Veela is an intelligent creature?"

"I don't mean that."

The Ravenclaws were chattering and having a good time.

Harry whispered, "They talk so much nonsense, no wonder they are called Eagle House, they can call like birds."

"But Hogwarts may really have Voldemort inside."

"Yes, and the level is not low, maybe it's a senior student, maybe it's a professor." Ron admitted: "It's hard to find."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you." The cute brown-haired girl Hermione approached: "Actually, I have a way, maybe I can find out the insider."

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"I don't doubt that you can do anything, I'm only worried about your identity."

"Just two days ago, there were evil dark wizards who pretended to be students and lived in the same dormitory with Harry... They took the initiative to talk to Harry on the Hogwarts Express, and now you are also taking the initiative to talk to us..."

"Do you need to gain your trust?" Hermione smiled, showing her white teeth.

"I'm a Mudblood."

A mudblood is a very nasty and nasty term for a young wizard whose parents are both Muggles.

If you use this adjective for a Muggle-born wizard, that wizard may try to kill you on the spot.

Voldemort's believers are mainly pure blood and believe in the power of blood, and it is absolutely impossible to tolerate the existence of mudbloods.

Mudblood and Voldemort are natural enemies, immortal.

This identity alone is enough to gain the trust of Harry and Ron.

"So what's your solution?" Harry asked.

"It's easy, we just need to write some letters."

Hermione produced a large amount of parchment and a quill, and waved her wand.

"Speed ​​record!"

Half an hour later, many Hogwarts students and staff received a letter.

Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Quirrell opened the envelope.

"Hi, I'm Voldemort. In fact, I'm not dead. I hid infinite wealth and power in Hogwarts. Now I need ten Galleons as a ticket to unseal it. You can transfer it to me with an owl or Gringotts." , if you use an owl, please send the money to the Whomping Willow outside the school, Gringotts transfer is simple, just enter this account. Account name: XXXXXXXXXX."

"After turning around, I will directly obtain the power to come back from the dead tomorrow, summon the Death Eaters to conquer the magic world, and when the time comes, I will make you the leader of the Death Eaters, under one person, above ten thousand!"

Quirrell: "..."

Isn't the position of one person under one person and above ten thousand people promised to me?

Master, you can't count your words!

Voldemort: "..."

You are Voldemort, who am I?
Wait, could it be that my other horcruxes are resurrected?

Voldemort gasped. Although he was the main body, Voldemort didn't want to hand over the dominance!

Just one problem... I don't remember hiding wealth and power at Hogwarts.

Voldemort calmly analyzed and thought carefully.

Perhaps, it was my cunning soul fragment who was afraid that no one would help, so it cheated?
As expected of me.

Soul Shards are so witty too.

He must have his reasons for asking for money.

"Relax Chirrell!"

Voldemort said majesticly: "What I promised you, it is absolutely impossible to go back on it."

"This is the promise of the greatest Dark Lord in history!"

"Is the person who wrote the letter a liar?" Quirrell wondered.

Of course, it may be a liar, but it may not be a liar, Voldemort was lost in thought.

Is it a liar or not... Voldemort decided to be safe first.

"Then this money..." Quirrell hesitated, ten Galleons is not a small number, he worked hard as a professor at Hogwarts, and his monthly salary was only more than 30 Galleons.

"Yes!" Voldemort said without hesitation.

If he is not a liar, no matter how he puts it, he will divide his own soul. Of course, he will never allow it to fight for the dominance. If he wants a little money, he still has to support himself as the main soul.

If it's a liar, it's just a little money, it doesn't matter, just be fooled... Anyway, Quirrell will give the money.

"Yes master, I'll pay right away."

"Ten Galleons is too little, Quirrell, give him whatever you have," said Voldemort.

Don't feel bad about spending other people's money.

Voldemort is clearly penniless, and he is spending money like dirt.

"Yes, my master."

Quirrell bleeds.

The hard-earned money he has worked so hard to save, he is in so much pain!
"It's just a few Galleons, don't be like this." Voldemort said with a smile, "I'll recover my strength in a few days and summon the Death Eaters to conquer the wizarding world. You can get whatever you want, and you still care about this little money?"

What the master said makes sense.

Quirrell regained his spirit.

Time to buy two butterbeers and drink one down the other.

No, I still bought a fart at that time.

I take it directly!

I don’t even give money for clothes in Diagon Alley, but drinking your glass of broken beer is a respect for you, so you have the nerve to ask for money?
With a longing for the future, Quirrell happily went to add money to the account.

Slytherin dormitory.

Platinum noble Draco Malfoy received the letter, and his face changed drastically.

I wanted to call the brothers Crabbe and Goyle to discuss important matters... But thinking about the low IQ of these two buddies, it is impossible to discuss.

Gritting his teeth, Malfoy chose to zoom in.

find dad.

As the director of Hogwarts, Mr. Lucius can enter and leave the school at any time.

"What? The resurrection of the Dark Lord?"

Lucius checked the letter carefully left, right, right... nothing came out.

"Father, do you think this letter is true or false?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes: "Whether it's true or not, we have to take it seriously."

"Because a lot of brainless Death Eaters would take it seriously."

"When they come, what is false becomes true."

(End of this chapter)