Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Draco reluctantly walked up to the second floor, and then saw his father discussing something with the man.

While eavesdropping, he stared at the man. What surprised him was that the man's appearance had changed a bit, and his body was also a little stooped.

"If possible, sir, I would like him to enter this circle later. He is still young..."

"Don't worry, Lucius, I know he is still a child and will not participate in my plan until he reaches adulthood."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

His father bowed deeply, which made Draco feel a little unhappy.

"Then I will go prepare for that ceremony, sir. Thank you for your willingness to guide Draco."

"I like to be a teacher, Lucius, so there's no need to be so polite."

After the communication, Lucius walked out of the room and gave Draco a hard look when he passed by.

Draco didn't notice the look in his father's eyes. All he could think about was why his father respected his teacher so much.

"Come in and have a seat, Draco, I don't think we need to introduce ourselves to each other."

As Voldemort spoke, he sat on the desk and picked up his pen to continue writing the unfinished letter.

Draco walked into the room silently. He found that there were many electronic devices in the room, which looked very unwizard.

Sitting opposite the professor, he noticed that the professor's hand joints had become very strange - a large bulge had formed.

The professor was writing a letter. He did not dare to ask casually, so he curiously took a look at the unfinished letter:

My dear friend Albus:

I'm sorry for the hasty farewell that day. When the time is right, I will visit you and apologize.

In addition to this incident, there is another incident that has stuck in my mind, forcing me to write to you specifically.

Regarding the magic stone, although I don’t know its specific effects and uses, I have mixed feelings when I think that such a powerful and magical magic item will be destroyed.

Albus, the wizarding world is so rich that it wants to destroy items like this at will?

Forgive me for my simple wisdom and my incomprehension. It is said that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade. Your behavior is simply like the predecessors cutting down the trees without caring about the life and death of the descendants...

Draco, who was reading the letter silently, his eyes widening.

The letter from the professor in front of me was very bold. The first part was just persuasion, and the second part was full of rebuke.

Why don’t you care about the future of the wizarding world for a hundred years...

Disregarding the inheritance of the wizarding world and deliberately damaging the achievements of the wizarding world...

The sinner of history, the shame of the wizarding world, the gravedigger of magic research...

The fierceness of the words and the harshness of the rebuke really opened Draco's eyes.

And when he looked at the professor's face, he only got two emotions:

Happy and comfortable.

Draco had to suspect that the professor mentioned the Philosopher's Stone just to find an honest reason to scold (swear) the principal.

"Shuashuashua~~~"

At the end of the letter, the professor confidently signed:

Your best friend, Professor of Dark Magic Defense.

What kind of name does this horse riding have? Draco thought as he rolled his eyes.

"Okay, let's talk about you, Draco." After writing the letter, a refreshed Voldemort looked at Brother Drag, "How was the fight with Percy?"

"That must be a failure, Professor." Draco's anger immediately surged up, and he glanced at Voldemort angrily and said, "You know the reason."

Voldemort sighed and shook his head, saying: "I thought one semester was enough for you to realize the benefits of this. Draco, I am a little disappointed in you."

Draco frowned and looked at Voldemort in confusion.

"What do you think is the most important thing as a team leader?" Voldemort asked.

"Strength, great strength." Draco replied immediately.

"If personal strength could determine everything, the wizarding world would have changed a long time ago. Draco, use some wisdom." Voldemort pointed to his temple and said.

"Then...know people and make good use of them?"

"With this talent, you can generally be a land-protecting king, but it is still a bit difficult to develop a career."

“Perseverance?”

“If you don’t have the basic conditions and perseverance, you can’t accomplish anything.”

Draco was embarrassed. He thought about it but couldn't think of any answer.

"The unique art of power, Draco, only power will lead you to the supreme throne." Voldemort took the initiative to give the answer, which made Draco's eyes light up.

"In terms of power, knowing people and using them well is also considered power..."

"No need to be sophistical, Draco, and it's not just power, it's art."

Voldemort said, took out a piece of paper, tore it into pieces, piled them together, took out a piece and put it on top, and said: "Before Percy gained power from me, you controlled them, right?"

Draco nodded, looking at the pile of confetti with eyes full of memories and reluctance - that was the starting point of his victory over Slytherin, but the end came too quickly.

"call."

Voldemort blew a breath and confetti flew and scattered on the table, "I think this is the state of Slytherin after you failed, right?"

Looking at the "plate of loose sand" on the table, Draco nodded and sighed helplessly.

Everything was fine originally, but it was all his fault that the professor in front of him caused him to fall from the top to the bottom. Now he is still coming to his home and educating himself...

"Draco, what did you do in this situation?" Voldemort asked, ignoring Draco's feelings.

"Nothing can be done, Professor, and everyone is disappointed," Draco said.

"Draco, do you think those false powers before were real?" Voldemort murmured, reaching down a little, and the scattered scraps of paper returned to their piled state.

Draco frowned and looked at Voldemort with some confusion.

"Power that can be blown away by a gust of wind, child, that is not power, that is interest, and it is not the kind of interest that is solid enough." Voldemort said, blowing away the scraps of paper again.

Draco's face showed a look of thought, and he asked softly: "Professor, what should I do?"

"How? Of course, take the power back into your hands."

Voldemort said, tapping his wand lightly on the table, the wind rolled up from around the table and blew towards the middle. Many paper scraps were blown away, but more were gathered together.

"Those who were blown away, Draco, those are traitors, egoists, they can be forgiven, they can be tolerated and accepted again, but... they will never enter the core again."

As he spoke, the wand shook, the wind became stronger, and the paper scraps slowly gathered into a ball, becoming thicker and thicker.

"Look, under the pressure from the outside world, they came back together and became stronger, more united and more confident."

Voldemort looked at the ball of paper swaying in the strong wind, and the fire of desire rose in his eyes - since being driven into a rage by Dumbledore, Voldemort has become more and more hungry for power.

"You mean, through Percy's test, the circle I established will become stronger and stronger?" Draco asked in surprise.

"correct."

Voldemort took away the wand and the paper ball fell on the table and bounced for two days, "Draco, learn from failures and look for opportunities from adversity. This is the instinct of a king. Go with the flow... There is that The fate of pigs goes to heaven."

Draco nodded vigorously, looking at Voldemort with gratitude in his eyes - has this silly boy forgotten the severe beating he received back then?

"Knock, knock, knock~~"

There was a knock on the door, and Old Nott poked his head in and said, "Sir, the ceremony is ready."

"Okay, I'll come right away." After Voldemort finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave.

"Can I go too, Professor?" Draco asked hopefully.

"This is not okay, Draco." Voldemort said, "Albus will not hurt you, but he can see your memories. I will not let you see any specific plans until you can't hide him. "

After he finished speaking, he walked around the table and left, leaving Draco alone in shock.

It turned out that Occlumency was used to defend against the headmaster... The twelve-year-old Draco was completely frightened.