Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Let me share with you some exciting news."

Dumbledore opened his arms exaggeratedly, and then pulled back his right hand, "Quilinus Quirrell, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Voldemort stood up, smiled and saluted amidst the applause of teachers and students - he saw Harry Potter applauding vigorously and saying something loudly to his left and right.

The moment he sat down, he noticed Snape's gaze, which showed no trace of resentment.

"And Hagrid, who you are familiar with, has become Quirrell's associate professor." Dumbledore continued to introduce.

Hagrid stood up in a panic, almost knocking over the table, which caused a roar of laughter, but was later covered up by applause.

"Under the leadership of Professor Quirrell and the help of many professors, the Maple Leaf training ground has been built. I think it will add a lot of fun to you."

The students started chattering, and it was obvious that they didn't know what the Maple Leaf Training Ground was for, except for little Malfoy - he held his head high and was talking about something proudly.

As the school director's son, he knew that this was not difficult, but his annoying manner made Voldemort want to just dump him and gouge out his bones.

"Professor Quirrell will tell you the specific purpose and usage time of the Maple Leaf Training Ground. It is part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

"Okay, then... let's start eating."

As Dumbledore waved his hand, a lot of food immediately appeared on the plate: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages,...

Voldemort took a fork, selected a few items and ate them slowly, chatting with the professors beside him from time to time - getting along during a holiday had already made them familiar with each other.

Only Snape and Trelawney didn't like Voldemort very much. The former because of his position, the latter because of his instinct. She didn't like anyone except Dumbledore.

After the meal, Dumbledore stood up again and explained some things to everyone, including the Forbidden Forest, Quidditch selections, and the restricted area in the corridor on the fourth floor.

Then, he released another exciting news for the prefects: "The Defense Against Dark Arts class requires four teaching assistants. All prefects can report to Professor Quirrell after sending off the new students."

The twenty-four prefects were excited. They cast their fiery eyes on Voldemort and wished they could participate in the selection immediately - becoming a professor's assistant while at school was an incredible resume.

But Dumbledore would not allow them to do that, because he also wanted to lead everyone in singing. Voldemort hummed the entire song in a light tone, and then began to enjoy the performance of the Weasley brothers.

When this was over, the new students were taken away by their respective prefects, but that only required two prefects, male and female, from each house.

As a result, the remaining sixteen prefects swarmed over.

"Don't worry, children, you all have a chance." Voldemort led them towards his office, "But I want to say, prefects of seventh and fifth grade, you have little chance of being selected."

"Why? Professor, seventh graders are the most experienced." said a seventh grade prefect.

"Because of the exam."

Voldemort explained as he walked, "The fifth grade needs to deal with the ordinary wizard level exam, which is very important. The seventh grade, the ultimate wizard level exam, is also very important."

They couldn't refute this, but both the seventh-grade and fifth-grade prefects had hope in their hearts - there weren't many fifth-grade prefects here, and most of them brought the freshmen.

"Okay, Robert Hilliard comes in with me, and the rest of us are waiting outside."

This name belongs to the sixth-grade prefect of Laventraw, which shows Voldemort's attitude:

First of all, he is close to the students of this college, and secondly, he is inclined to the sixth grade prefects.

Robert Hilliard took a long breath of excitement and nervousness, and then followed Voldemort into his office.

"Sit down, Robert, don't be nervous."

Voldemort pointed to the seat and poured another glass of water for Robert, "Tell me what you think of Raventrau."

"Okay, Professor."

He took the water, twisted his body nervously, and said, "But Professor, you are talking too broadly. Do I know what kind of view you want?"

Voldemort smiled and nodded, an expression of approval on his face.

"This is a trap, Robert. Congratulations on not stepping into it."

Voldemort's words stunned Robert for a moment, but then he nodded excitedly.

"I need your objective evaluation of our college's teaching philosophy."

After Voldemort sat down, he said, "What kind of students does Ravenclaw train, or what kind of people does it hope its students will become in the future."

Robert nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I think the academy is about cultivating smart people."

Voldemort nodded and said, "It's too broad. Be more specific."

"Okay, Professor."

Robert was silent again, and after a moment he said, "I think the academy wants us to become people who guide our lives with wisdom after graduation."

Voldemort nodded with a satisfied expression on his face, but did not speak - he needed more solid content, not empty words.

"It's no secret that our Headmaster Flitwick is good at dueling," he continued.

"Yes, he was good at this when he taught me." Voldemort interjected, which made Robert smile happily, and his nervousness was relieved a lot.

"But he was never keen on teaching us duels."

The tension was relieved, and Robert spoke much faster.

"When I was in the lower grade, I was also keen on dueling. At that time, I asked the dean for advice and asked him why he didn't teach us dueling."

"Why?" Voldemort asked.

“He didn’t give me the answers, he left me to find them myself.”

Robert's speaking speed became faster and faster, which proved that he had found the answer and completely got rid of his nervousness. "After a long period of study and thinking, I found the answer."

Voldemort looked at him with hope in his eyes.

"Because dueling is not what life is all about, and that's not the real way to fight."

Robert said, "Use wisdom to guide your life and make long-term plans and considerations. If you consider it comprehensively enough, many people will not have to duel or participate in battles in their lives."

Voldemort nodded in agreement.

"And once you develop the habit of dueling - I'm not saying that's bad - it will definitely make people's minds narrow-minded. Even after they achieve success in this area, they will self-righteously think that fighting can solve all problems."

"A very good theory. You must have examined yourself." Voldemort said loudly.

"Yes, I have thought hard about the meaning of the duel." Robert said.

"The results of it?"

"The result is meaningless." Robert said with a grimace. "If it were during the period when the mysterious man was still around, his followers would not bow first and then use the Unforgivable Curse on me."

"uncertain."

Voldemort's words made Robert stunned, "I once heard someone say that there is a big fool among those people who likes to duel with others, and will do so even when he has an absolute advantage."

"What's the result?" Robert asked in shock.

"He died in the end, hahaha..."

Voldemort threw his head back and laughed, causing Robert to laugh too.

The sound spread outside, causing many prefects to look at each other in confusion. Naturally, no one could guess the reason.

"I'm very satisfied with your answer. Then, please answer my next question. How many attack and defense spells have you mastered?"

Voldemort asked his second question, and Robert immediately answered seriously.

In about ten minutes, all inquiries were over. After asking Robert not to reveal the content of the examination questions, Voldemort asked him to call the next prefect.

"I can't give you the answer now, but you did a great job." Under Robert's expectant gaze, Voldemort gave this answer.

Before meeting them all, he couldn't decide which one was better, but he was still very satisfied with this Robert.

I have to say that this kid made Voldemort feel that this was a good start.

Maybe among these people, the leader of the second generation of Death Eaters can really emerge... Voldemort thought to himself.

Recruiting second-generation Death Eaters and part-time Prisoners of Azkaban, is there anyone here?