Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Professor Quirrell was cursed, and there was something wrong with his designation.

This is the most discussed topic recently because the principal's temper has become bad.

Every morning, noon and evening, the principal and Professor Quirrell would have dinner in the restaurant. They called it - the students' energy allowed them to see the future of magic.

The future of riding horses... is what the students think.

Anyone who is eating well and is suddenly called by the principal and professor to perform magic at the teacher's table will feel psychological pressure.

And when the principal and professors kept nagging him around and occasionally scolded him, the psychological pressure turned into a psychological shadow.

For this reason, many students simply avoid eating in the cafeteria, and students in each dormitory take turns getting meals to avoid being "humiliated" by the principal and professors.

However, this doesn't do much.

"Go and call Cho Chang, Robert. Skipping breakfast is not good for your health." Voldemort said to the Ravenclaw prefect who passed by him during the discussion with Dumbledore.

Not far away, Flitwick secretly waved to his prefect. Robert's eyes betrayed him, and Dumbledore immediately glared at him.

"Go and call, Robert, the principal and your seniors need her." Headmaster Flitwick immediately changed his expression and said.

Robert nodded and left, and soon he brought Qiu Zhang over - the little girl followed behind, shivering.

"Are you going to take the Asian test, Professor?" Hermione ran over with half a sausage and a notebook. Percy was a step slower than her.

"Yes, we need to confirm the relationship between the weakest fluctuation and the highest success rate." Voldemort said seriously, then looked at Qiu Zhang with a smile, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Eat... finish it, Professor." Qiu Zhang said weakly.

"Percy, and Hermione." On the other side, Dumbledore whispered to the two children, "Pay attention to the low frequency of the sine wave. Quirrell and I guessed that the secret might be there."

The two children nodded immediately, and then looked at Qiu Zhang with bright eyes.

"Come on, get your gear on."

Voldemort came to her side, took out two handcuff-like things, put them on Qiu Zhang's wrists, and then connected the metal chain to the newly made instrument - it looked like an alarm clock, but with many hands.

"Do yellow people have special physiques, Professor?" Qiu Zhang asked timidly as he watched Voldemort busy.

Voldemort glared at the principal with dissatisfaction - if you hadn't lost your temper with the students before, why would the students be so afraid of us? - The principal glared back angrily...

The eldest brother, let alone the second brother, can't run away from the matter of angrily scolding the students.

"Yes." Voldemort said while adjusting the instrument, "Yellow people have the highest magic success rate, but their magic power fluctuates low. Black people have the lowest success rate, but their magic power fluctuates greatly. White people are relatively more balanced."

Qiu Zhang nodded. She noticed that the principal and professor were in a good mood today, so she calmed down - as long as they were not impatient or abusive, the students were still willing to cooperate.

"Hermione, you are responsible for the low frequency, Percy, you are responsible for the high frequency." Voldemort said to the two.

"Aren't you just focusing on low frequencies?" Dumbledore said dissatisfied - what was discussed last night, how could this change?

"I will also be responsible for the low frequency, Headmaster, and you will control the instrument yourself." Voldemort said.

The principal shrugged and suppressed the anger in his heart - they had encountered many difficulties in their research recently, and both of them had bad tempers due to the torture, but they had also realized this problem in the past two days, so they had restrained themselves.

Not long after, Qiu Zhang began to use the repair spell, and several people immediately recorded it, and then compared the recording results together.

"Sure enough, the three-dimensional jitter in the low frequency has a special rhythm." Voldemort said immediately.

Now, they are no longer satisfied with the two-dimensional sine wave, but have expanded the scope to three dimensions, that is, this wave not only has length and width, but also a height.

"If this guess is correct," Dumbledore said, twitching his beard, "then the African descent's magic fluctuations are likely to be determined by the width of the Zhengxuan wave."

"Call Blaise Zambini over and test his fluctuations and you will know." Voldemort said, preparing to call Malfoy who was not far away - Blaise was a new student in Slytherin.

"Professor, morning classes are about to start." Hermione reminded.

"Let Hagrid teach instead. The first-year courses are very simple and they are practical classes, so it doesn't matter." The principal looked at Voldemort and said.

"Okay, Hermione, go and say something for me, and then go to class, Percy Liu..."

"Professor." Hermione interrupted him and said, "I want to help too. I can just read the notes for the class."

Voldemort blinked and looked at the principal.

"Stay, you can learn more from this than going to class." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort shrugged, then found a student to send a message to Hagrid, and asked Malfoy to find Blaise Zambini.

"Tell him to go to the east tower, and we'll wait for him there."

Voldemort said this, and then followed Dumbledore and others out of the auditorium.

Several demon kings left, and cheers erupted in the auditorium. It seemed that if things continued like this, the principal and professors would become even less popular than Snape.

But Dumbledore and Voldemort didn't care about this. As their research deepened, they firmly believed that they were on the right path.

Perhaps soon, their results will shock the entire wizarding world.

Blaise Zambini is a black boy. He has high cheekbones and long eyes, with some upward corners. He is also a person who is prejudiced against Muggle wizards.

Once before, when Hermione put the instrument on him, he said: "Don't touch me, Mudblood."

Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Percy were stunned on the spot, and then, Dumbledore got very angry and roared throughout the auditorium.

Voldemort was a little better, but he noticed that Hermione was secretly wiping away tears - this strong girl only cried for a moment, and then she didn't express any more.

"Percy, get him the instruments."

Voldemort said to Percy as Blaise Zambini entered the tower.

While taking the instrument, Percy glared at the child fiercely - he had punished him many times, and Percy was now the well-deserved child king of Hogwarts.

Voldemort and Dumbledore didn't say anything more. They focused on research. A month had passed and it was time to produce results.

It didn't take long for the two of them to test the required data, which corrected their conjectures.

"The next step is to test it on me." Dumbledore said excitedly.

"I have full confidence in you, Albus." Voldemort said firmly.

Now the relationship between the two has become very close, and Dumbledore asked him to call him that.

According to Dumbledore: "Quirinas, only being close enough can make us forget our identities and quarrel over magic. That is a necessary part of research."

Voldemort was happy to do this, as it would alleviate his fear of Dumbledore - for the future, one cannot be afraid of a lifelong old bee.

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