Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"You need to get rabies vaccinations and tetanus shots. It's safer to do a blood test before that."

The doctor spoke softly, patting Harry's arm from time to time to make the blood flow faster - he was too thin and his blood vessels were very thin, so the doctor had to do this.

"Okay...ok."

Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly.

He didn't dare to look at his arm because he saw the doctor holding a large blood bag, which made him suspect that the doctor wanted to drain his blood.

"Don't worry, kid, I just want to do a few more tests on you. It will be over soon."

The doctor said while paying attention to the blood bag.

Further away, Porchis stopped Dursley, pointed at Harry from a distance, and started chatting with Dursley.

Dursley obviously didn't care much about Harry. After taking one look at him, he stopped paying attention to him and just chatted with Porches.

After a while, the doctor drew enough blood - if he continued to draw more blood, Harry's life might be affected.

"Go get the injection, don't be afraid, you are a brave child."

After the doctor finished speaking, he stood up and left with the blood bag. Harry was also taken away by the nurse and quickly gave an injection and left.

The doctor, on the other hand, had already followed a route that had been determined long ago, all the way to Voldemort's location.

"It's time to reach the next video meeting point. I'll divert my attention first, then you."

Voldemort cautiously gave the order and shifted his gaze to another lens. He didn't speak until he saw the doctor, "The transfer is complete, you can move too."

Continue in this manner to ensure that one of the two is always observing the doctor.

"Click."

The door was pushed open and the doctor walked in.

"Sir, we have followed..."

"Everything is forgotten."

The yew wand waved, and the doctor's eyes instantly became dull. Then she turned around and left along the original path without knowing why.

The blood bag in her hand had been brought to her by Voldemort using a levitating spell.

"The blood of the enemy..."

He whispered softly, used magic to pick up a drop of blood from the blood bag, and sprinkled it on his exposed ankle...

"Zi la..."

It was like a drop of water entering a frying pan, and the ankle was instantly burned by the heat. The pain made Voldemort couldn't help but take a long breath.

"Authentic."

Voldemort smiled and said, then looked at Daenerys, "Help me, Dany."

"as you wish."

Daenerys nodded, took out an ancient wooden jar from her magic robe, "Pour the blood into it."

Voldemort acted immediately and poured every drop of blood in the blood bag into it.

Daenerys immediately closed the lid, then bit her finger and drew a bloody, evil pattern on the ancient wooden barrel. Then the wooden jar seemed to be tied up with something, making a "creak, creak" sound.

"Is this enough?" Voldemort asked curiously.

This is the method used by the original vampire faction to preserve old blood, and he borrowed it to preserve the activity of Harry Potter's blood for the future.

"Vampires' magic is all blood magic. In addition to consuming blood, it is not as troublesome as a wizard." Daenerys said.

Voldemort nodded, carefully took the jar and put it in his robe pocket - in addition to the jar, there were some bones in the pocket.

"There was no near miss. It seems that I was too cautious."

Voldemort said after taking a long breath, but his eyes happened to see the center of the TV wall, which was the street of Privet Drive, and now...

The street lights are being extinguished one by one. The way they are extinguished is very unscientific, as if the light is attracted by something and slides towards the corner of the street.

Voldemort's eyes widened, and he carefully approached the unclear picture. From the corner, he could vaguely see a purple robe sticking to the floor, and half a foot wearing high-heeled boots with buckles.

Daenerys looked at Voldemort without knowing why, and found that he was suddenly in a state of alert, as if he was about to go berserk at any time.

"Huh~~" After all, Voldemort just let out a sigh of relief.

But then he quickly unplugged all the cameras, took away all the tapes and tied them in his hands, and finally turned off all the video recorders.

"Take me out of here and use Apparition, anywhere." After doing all this, Voldemort immediately grabbed Daenerys and said.

"Now?" Daenerys asked uncertainly.

"Now, immediately, immediately."

Voldemort's voice became louder and louder, and his whole body became more and more violent.

"Okay." Daenerys didn't waste any more time and directly apparated away, taking Voldemort away from here.

"Bang."

The two figures disappeared from the apartment, as if they had never appeared before.

…

"What do you see?"

The mountain breeze was blowing, but Daenerys didn't care, and just asked Voldemort.

"Dumbledore."

There is nothing to hide, Voldemort said directly.

"Dumbledore?"

This time, it was Daenerys' turn to be surprised.

If just now, I knew it was Dumbledore - she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Where is this?" Voldemort asked curiously as he scanned the mountain scenery.

"I like to hang out here."

Daenerys said after a while, "It's very primitive here, I like it very much."

Voldemort nodded. The original faction hated modernization. They were indeed a bit old-fashioned.

"There is someone there." Voldemort pointed to the mountainside, where there was a light of fire.

Daenerys frowned, then smiled quickly - the vampire's eyesight was always very good - and she said: "It's the sheepherding doll. I can always see him when he is five or six years old."

"Herding sheep in the middle of the night?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

"It must be that he is encountering difficulties. He is very stupid and always loses his sheep. He has to help him find them every time."

After Daenerys finished speaking, she looked at Voldemort, "Can I go help him?"

"Of course, together." Voldemort said without hesitation.

After experiencing a brief thrill, he determined that he needed to do something that made him happy - this could well relieve the guilt caused by his timidity when he first met Dumbledore.

That fear originated from the depths of the soul, both from Voldemort's remnant soul causing trouble and from Lin Zuo's fear due to his identity as a hostility - facing the white wizard, the two souls merged into one were obviously not as good as he had imagined. brave.

The two walked down the mountain, and when they got closer, they saw a shepherd boy wearing clothes that were obviously one size too big. Voldemort thought this child looked a bit familiar.

"XXX, XXXX..."

Daenerys begins to speak a language he doesn't understand, somewhat like the language Voldemort remembers near the Black Forest of Albania.

After Daenerys finished speaking, the child cried and said a lot of "blah blah blah", but Voldemort still couldn't understand.

"How about we go help him find sheep and cast a flying spell?" Voldemort asked.

Daenerys looked at him, and what surprised Voldemort was that there was sadness in her green eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"He said……"

Daenerys rubbed her eyes, as if to dry the moisture in her eyes, "The grandfather who loved him the most died in the war. He was very sad, so he hid here."

Voldemort was surprised, but then he guessed that this should be the border between Croatia and Serbia. As far as he knew, this was the only place where war was currently breaking out.

"This damn war," he complained softly.

"Child, your grandpa will be watching you in the sky. Those stars are..."

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort, who was leaning down, raised his head in surprise and asked Daenerys, "What is his name?"

"he?"

Daenerys was stunned for a moment, but she quickly said, "Modric, Luka Modric, he shares the same name with his grandfather."

"Magic Flute, it is indeed you..."

Voldemort looked at the crying child with piercing eyes. Sure enough, the more he looked, the more he looked like the midfield master he was familiar with.

Magic Flute, there are videos of him herding sheep on the Internet. His grandfather did pass away during this time of the year. He has the same name as his grandfather.