Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"What is the relationship between the Wizards and the Death Eaters?"

After thinking briefly, Harry asked Malfoy.

"I must admit that many people in the wizarding society will become Death Eaters, but I can also tell you for sure that other than that, the two have nothing to do with each other."

Malfoy glanced at the professor sleeping by the window, then looked at Harry and said, "The Wizarding Society cannot be as radical as the Death Eaters. I think this can be seen from our open attitude towards pure bloods."

Harry nodded slowly. He didn't think Malfoy was lying.

After all, that open pure-blood attitude cannot be faked.

"I need to seriously think about it for a while, I hope you can understand."

Harry looked at Malfoy and Ginny and said.

"No problem, Harry, I think you will make the right choice." Malfoy said with a smile and offered his hand.

Harry shook his hand, then Ginny's, and nodded.

Then Malfoy and Ginny left one after another, and they still needed to convince more people.

After the two left, Ron imitated Malfoy's proud look and said, "I think you will make the right choice, Harry, haha, who does he think he is?"

He did have reason to be angry because neither person invited him, including his sister.

"Malfoy is always like that, Ron, I don't think you have to worry about him," Harry said with a forced smile.

At this time, Harry's mind was still a little confused, and he was thinking about which organization to join.

His experience is most similar to that of the Falconer, but the disadvantage is that Muggle wizards are not very strong.

Not only that, because they had joined the wizarding world not long ago, they didn't care as much about the name "The Boy Who Lived" as the children in the wizarding world did.

The wizarding society reminded Harry of the Death Eaters.

He feels that even if he holds a high position in this organization, he may not be respected.

The candle holder was the choice he yearned for, after all, there was strength in numbers.

Its main problem is that the internal components are mixed, but this may not be a bad thing for him.

He can rely on his reputation to gather more natives of the wizarding world around him.

At the same time, he can also rely on his Muggle experience to attract Muggle wizards.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this choice was the right one.

If he hadn't become much calmer in the past two years, he wouldn't be able to help but want to go find Ginny now.

"Which one do you think is better?" Ron suddenly asked him.

"Candle Holder, Ron, after all, this is an organization founded by your brother, and it is one of our own." Harry said with a maturity far beyond Ron's.

After hearing this, Ron actually had a smile on his face.

But he tried to hide it and said: "Percy has fallen out with the family, and you know my mother is very angry now that he ended his studies early."

"But he's your brother after all, and I think we get along," Harry said.

Ron nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "Why didn't I see the train conductor? I want to eat chocolate frogs."

"We're at the back of the car, Ron, just wait."

As Harry said this, he looked into the rain outside the car and fell into deep thought again.

He wanted to go over his thoughts again to make sure he didn't make the wrong choice.

Snape told him that many times, choice is more important than hard work.

He didn't want to make the wrong first move.

"I'm going to find the salesperson, Harry. My mother gave me a few Copper Nuts, and I'll treat you to a Chocolate Frog."

Ron said as he stood up, opened the compartment door and walked towards the front of the car.

"kindness."

Harry responded belatedly, but still looked at the rain outside.

Time passed silently as he pondered.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky outside had turned completely dark.

"Creak~~"

The sound of the rails and wheels rubbing against each other woke Harry up from his deep sleep.

"arrive?"

He murmured curiously, leaned forward past the sleeping professor, and looked out at the darkness outside the window.

"Bang."

The door was pushed open and Ron appeared at the door.

"I searched back and forth several times, but I didn't see the salesperson at all." Ron said, "But I followed Ginny and convinced many people to join the Candle Holder."

"The train has stopped."

Harry ignored his words and said doubtfully.

"Arrived at school?" Ron asked in surprise.

However, before he could reach Harry and look out the window, the lights in the carriage suddenly went out.

"What happened?"

Ron asked with a scream, fear in his voice.

"Quiet, Ron."

Harry said solemnly, waving his wand and throwing out a point of light.

"Hidden in the shadows, Ron."

Harry spoke again as he leaned down and hid behind the seat.

The light spot floated in the direction of Ron, more precisely, the corridor behind Ron.

"Bang."

There was a muffled sound in the direction of the light spot.

"What is it?" Ron said in horror, "It sounds like the car door was opened."

"Take out your wand, Ron, and be ready for a fight, no matter what," Harry whispered.

"Harry, what do you think happened? Could it be some kind of monster..."

"Be quiet!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and through the light illuminated by the distant light spot, one could see that it was the professor who had woken up from his deep sleep.

"Are you the new professor at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry, stay quiet."

Lupine said, picking up his wand and shaking it.

A torch appeared not far from the suitcase, lighting up the entire carriage.

"You stay here."

He said in a hoarse voice, then stood up and prepared to walk out.

But at this moment, a cloak-shaped shadow extended to the ceiling.

Then, a face completely hidden under a turban appeared first.

Then there was a huge body wrapped in a cloak, and a gray mud-colored hand that was still covered with scabs protruding from under the cloak...

Its body only appeared for half a second, and the person under the cloak seemed to notice Harry's gaze, and quickly put his hand into the folds of the cloak.

The air that was originally moist but not so cold suddenly became chilly because of its appearance.

A cold air swept across the carriage, and Harry noticed the professor in front of him shivering.

And he himself followed closely behind, shuddering.

Then, he felt like his breathing was about to stop.

The cold air began to rush into his chest quickly, as if it was freezing his heart.

"It's a dementor."

Harry shouted, recognizing the horrific life Snape had told him about.

"The one at the Maple Leaf training ground?" Ron asked with chattering teeth.

Harry opened his mouth to answer his question, but he couldn't.

The cold breath enveloped his heart completely, and Harry felt like his eyes were rolling back into his head.

His ears seemed to have been filled with water, and he was dragged downwards, his roar getting louder and louder.

Then, a piercing scream sounded, and he seemed to have returned to his previous dream.