Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Click... click... click..."

The silver Deluminator kept opening and closing, and a blue ball of light flashed out from the Deluminator, circled around Dumbledore, and then entered the Deluminator again.

"Whoosh~whoosh~~whoosh~~~"

The blue ball of light was rotating in circles, but Dumbledore did not pay attention to it as usual, but looked out the window with empty eyes.

At this time, the sun has begun to set in the west, and the setting sun is shining towards the Quidditch pitch in the distance, leaving a clear shadow on the ground in front of the towering auditorium facing east...

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on this.

"Boom~"

The door to the principal's office opened, and the sound made Dumbledore startle, but he did not move his eyes.

"Principal, there are two more transfer applications, pure blood, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." McGonagall said at a very fast speed.

"Click..."

Dumbledore finally stopped pressing the Deluminator, but still looked out the window at the shadows below the Quidditch pitch.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall said loudly.

"I can hear it, Mag. Although I am old, my ears are not deaf."

Dumbledore said, finally looking away from the shadows and looking at Professor McGonagall - his eyes were still empty, as if he had completely emptied himself.

"Albus, what's wrong with you?"

Mag was startled by his eyes, walked up to him with her skirt in hand, knelt down and held his hand.

"I'm fine, Mag. I just suddenly feel old."

Dumbledore lowered his head and showed a gentle smile to McGonagall, then pointed to the shadow in the distance with his free hand and said, "If I die, can I be buried there?"

"Dumbledore." McGonagall glared at the principal, dissatisfied with his joke.

"I know that it will affect the children's playing, but... I really want to hear people shouting for Quidditch after I die."

Dumbledore's face showed sadness, "Tom doesn't like Quidditch. If he beats me... McGonagall, will our Quidditch become a football game?"

"Principal, now is really not the time to discuss this." Mag stood up dissatisfied, took out two letters and pressed them on the principal's desk, "Someone is transferring to another school."

"Agree, McGonagall, we cannot be enemies with all purebloods." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"But...why?" Mag asked with his eyes widened.

"Because Tom is coming next year." Dumbledore put down the Deluminator in the book, "and I don't even know why he's coming."

"You can't guess his purpose?" Mag asked with a frown.

Dumbledore shook his head and said: "I have been thinking hard all day, McGonagall, and I can't find the answer."

"Then these children... why are they leaving?" Mag asked again.

"There are only two reasons, McGonagall."

Dumbledore finally became more energetic and said, "Tom wants to cultivate power in foreign countries. Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang, we all know he is a Death Eater."

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "What's another possibility?"

"Hogwarts is in danger. He uses this to sell pure blood. This is more likely." Dumbledore said.

"Why?" Mag asked.

"Because their applications are all..." Dumbledore picked up a thick pile of application forms on the table, "They are all for one year, McGonagall. This is not enough time for Tom to train them."

Mag thought for a moment, nodded in approval, but then asked: "Why did he do this... I mean, why did he show it so obviously, he was not afraid that you would see through everything?"

"That's exactly what I'm wondering, McGonagall." Dumbledore picked up the Deluminator again and started playing with it "click, click".

"Maybe he did all this just to confuse your eyes, Dumbledore, just like he did with Snape and Malfoy last year." Professor McGonagall said.

"It's different, McGonagall, it's completely different." Dumbledore took a long breath, "I can guarantee that he had no intention of coming back."

"What do you mean?" Mag asked doubtfully.

"Before I cut off Azkaban, werewolves, giants, and his connection with vampires, he may have other plans."

Dumbledore played with the deluminator, lowered his head and said, "Of course, he may still want to come back, but he will do it secretly, not like now."

"Is there any difference?" Mag asked.

"He's taking the initiative, McGonagall."

Dumbledore said in an affirmative tone, "I dare to believe that what Harry, Hermione, and these damn purebloods did were all due to his instructions."

"What happened to Harry was because of him?" McGonagall asked in surprise, "Isn't he a house elf?"

"Who has a house elf?"

Dumbledore suddenly looked up at McGonagall, with daggers in his eyes.

"Forehead……"

Professor McGonagall was startled. She had never seen Dumbledore's eyes look so sharp - not once in decades.

"Pure blood, McGonagall, still pure blood."

Dumbledore stopped the sharpness in his eyes and said with a wry smile, "As long as it's about pure blood, McGonagall, don't think too much, just lean on Tom, and there's a good chance that you'll be right."

McGonagall nodded, took two steps and sat on the chair opposite Dumbledore - she was frightened by Dumbledore's eyes, and her heartbeat was beating fast.

"Then how should we respond, Headmaster, I mean, we can't do nothing." Professor McGonagall said.

"It's not that you can do nothing, McGonagall." Dumbledore shook his head and said with shame on his face, "It's that he can't do anything. If..."

"What if, Headmaster?" Professor McGonagall asked quickly.

"If this is just a warning he gave me, that would be great. I think I will restrain myself in the future and try to cause him as little trouble as possible."

Dumbledore buried his apologetic face in his hands, "I have brought trouble to Hogwarts, McGonagall, and if this is not a warning, the students will be in great danger next year."

"Albus..."

McGonagall stepped forward again, grabbed Dumbledore's shoulders, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, Albus, he's afraid of you, isn't he?"

"I am the principal. If I cannot protect the children..."

Dumbledore's muffled voice stopped, and he covered his face and remained silent for a long time.

Mag opened her mouth to comfort him, but no words came out.

If the principal's guess was right—she couldn't find anything illogical—then the school would be in danger next year.

Hogwarts is in danger...

Thinking of this possibility, Mag also had a look of pain on his face.

She turned her head and looked out the window, wanting to let the sunset wash over her, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the longer shadow.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and who is wrong?