Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Unexpected call, children, what's the matter?"

Voldemort's figure appeared in the mirror, but he did not look up at them. Instead, he lowered his head and wrote and drew on a large tome.

He wore glasses on the bridge of his nose, which made him look much more refined than before.

Coupled with the way he looks like he can't let go of the scroll, it's really hard for people to connect him with the Dark Lord.

"Well, I have some questions to ask you, Mr. Black, yes."

Percy was a little nervous. The person he was familiar with was "Quillo", not the person in front of him.

Voldemort's writing hand stopped, he looked at Percy through the upper edge of his glasses, and suddenly a smile broke out.

"Call me Teacher, Percy, you have the right."

Voldemort said as he took off his glasses and put them aside.

After all, his body is not perfect. He has been reading a lot in the past two days, and his eyesight is immediately damaged. It is really troublesome.

"is teacher."

Percy felt much more comfortable this time, and although he looked different, the posture and tone were familiar to him.

"Little Ginny, I have mailed your wand out today. I think it will be back in your hands soon."

Voldemort smiled and waved to her, "Thank you for the wand, I like it very much."

"Is your wand also yew?" Ginny asked.

Voldemort nodded, took out his two wands and brought them close to the mirror for her to take a look at. "One is a phoenix feather and the other is a dragon's heartstring. They are both made of yew wood. I have a special liking for them."

Ginny showed a big smile, and then sat aside obediently.

She knew that she was not the protagonist of this exchange.

"Hermione, we met briefly last time. How have you been at Hogwarts recently?" Voldemort pushed the book on the table, looking like he was about to start a conversation.

"It's not bad," Hermione said. "It's just that there's no news about you in the newspaper. It feels weird."

"Fudge might be a procrastinator, who knows."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at Percy, "What do you want from me?"

This question stopped Percy, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Voldemort looked at Hermione again, but she bared her teeth and said nothing.

"I think you are wondering why I chose you three?" Voldemort asked, playing with his glasses.

Percy and Hermione nodded wildly, while Draco held his head up proudly.

It looked like he knew he would be chosen.

"From a macro perspective, the three of you represent exactly three groups."

Voldemort said, reaching up and tapping the air three times.

Fierce fire rose up and turned into scepters, torches and sickles.

"The scepter belongs to Draco, who represents the pure-blood supremacy group."

Opposite the mirror, Draco pulled himself up.

"The torch represents the freedom of pure blood. It represents those pure bloods who do not want to abide by the old rules, or wizard families. In short, they are the original inhabitants of the wizarding world who do not belong to the scepter."

Voldemort looked at Percy, "It belongs to you."

Percy nodded, his eyes full of greed for power.

This little guy really doesn't look like a lion, but more like a snake.

"The scythe belongs to me?" Hermione frowned and said, "Can it be changed?"

"Of course, this is up to you."

Voldemort waved his hand and the sickle turned into a cat, "It represents the Muggle wizards who have just entered the wizarding world. Here, you have nothing and need to rely on your own labor in exchange for payment."

"Then a scythe is more suitable." Hermione changed her mind.

Voldemort waved his hand again indifferently, and the cat turned into a scythe again.

"These three groups happen to include the entire wizarding world. This is why I chose you."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, he saw Ginny hiding behind the mirror raising her hand. He could only say seriously, "Ginny, this is not child's play."

"Do we rule each other, or do we all fall under your rule, teacher." Percy asked after thinking.

Voldemort shook his head and said: "I think Hermione understands this administrative method better. The three of you will compete for the position. In other words, it is up to you to decide who will be the Minister of Magic."

"Vote?" Hermione asked, eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes, or other forms will also work. This requires exploration and adjustment."

Voldemort said and suddenly smiled, "You haven't organized your own team yet, and I haven't taken back the rights of the Ministry of Magic yet, so it's a little early to say this now. I'm just telling you about the future direction."

"Are all Death Eaters under the scepter, teacher?"

Draco asked excitedly, rolling up his sleeves and exposing his left wrist.

"You need to decide for yourself, Draco." Voldemort looked at the other two disciples and said, "You too, it is up to you to decide whether to become a Death Eater or not."

Percy nodded calmly, he obviously had no intention of joining this organization.

Hermione frowned and became confused. It seemed that it was difficult for her to make up her mind in a short time.

"I want to join, teacher, can I do it now?" Draco asked impatiently.

"No, Draco." Voldemort objected directly, "I will not give you the Death Eater mark until your team is established and you have enough influence."

"Why?" Draco asked confused.

"The Death Eaters will serve as an independent organization that can intersect and coexist with your organization, but will not participate in your competition."

Voldemort gave his answer, and he said it quite firmly.

"Like the Queen of England and her guards?" Hermione obviously understood Voldemort's system better.

"Yes." Voldemort nodded.

"Teacher, you are planning to establish an independent one based on our three organizations..." Percy looked at Hermione, "What should that be?"

"Royal power." Hermione said excitedly.

Voldemort looked at her look and didn't know how excited she was.

But Voldemort still nodded, indicating that this was what he meant.

"This is going to be a tough one, sensei, no one has ever done it this way," Percy said, licking his lips.

Obviously, compared to what they wanted to do, Voldemort's approach was more subversive.

"It's not difficult, Percy. I could have done it ten years ago." Voldemort said calmly, "I just picked up the crown I dropped, children."

Draco swallowed excitedly, he wanted to salute Voldemort.

But he knew that he couldn't do that, because if the two people next to him didn't follow him, he would lose momentum.

"Hermione, I think you understand what I'm talking about better than the two of them. You can also ask your father or my friends in the Muggle world to provide you with some help."

Voldemort said, writing an address with fire.

"You are responsible for sorting out the information and generally improving these three organizations. The people at this address will fully cooperate with you."

"Okay, teacher." Hermione said a little excitedly.

"Then, I hope you can find your own path and continue on unswervingly."

Voldemort pretended to end the conversation, then said goodbye to several people, and prepared to turn off the magic mirror.

"Jerry." Ginny suddenly asked loudly, "Can I come and play with you during the summer vacation?"

Voldemort smiled and said, "Draco knows where I am. If your parents allow it, I don't mind."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands to several people and closed the magic mirror.