Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

People often hate traitors more than they hate enemies.

Why?

Because the enemy is the enemy and we are never close.

And the traitor...

He was once one of us, shared weal and woe, and experienced the same hardships and hardships as us.

The day he changed his identity, we saw more than just the betrayal of his friends.

I also saw a fellow man kneeling before hardship and hardship.

That kind of failure that comes from the heart, with the blessing of empathy, inflicts a huge blow on former companions, which hurts far more than the enemy.

Therefore, when people treat traitors, they want to spit on their flesh.

For a pureblood like Malfoy, the Dumbledore family, which was once extremely noble and made countless purebloods proud, is a complete traitor.

The Dumbledore family has an ancient heritage and adheres to the pure-blood concept.

They even signed an unknown contract with the powerful magical creature Phoenix, so that its descendants would have the opportunity to gain its favor.

Pure-blood families even speculate that the reason why the descendants of the Dumbledore family are so outstanding is inseparable from this contract.

Unfortunately, the Dumbledore family never shared their secrets.

But that didn't stop the family from being respected by pure-blood families, and when that respect ended up being scattered on the ground like broken dinner plates.

As much praise as there was back then, there is as much abuse now.

This is also the fundamental reason why the pure-blood family did not take action after Dumbledore's father was imprisoned for harming Muggles.

Even those pure-blood families deliberately magnified their guilt and caused Dumbledore's father to die in Azkaban.

When Voldemort learned these secrets from Abu, he could better understand Dumbledore's sadness.

This person, who bears the name of a glorious family and has gained recognition from wizards all over the world with astonishing wealth, is boycotted by pure-blood wizards in England and even the whole world.

He had to try to get closer to Muggles, even those Muggles he had hated.

Because all pure-bloods, especially pure-blood wizards close to Dumbledore's generation - such as Abu - have a heartfelt contempt for him and his family.

As for the children of pure-blood families further away, they no longer agree that the Dumbledore family is a pure-blood family.

They still recognize the greatness of the Dumbledore family, such as their strength and their Phoenix.

But they are no longer a pure-blood family, this is their inner understanding.

Precisely for this reason, they did not hate Dumbledore.

Because those pure-blood family members who understand the truth have known it since they were born.

Dumbledore.

Whether it was this surname or this person, they had been their enemies long before they were born.

"You're going to hurt him, right?"

Abu asked with a cruel smile on his face, looking at Voldemort.

"certainly."

There was no smile on Voldemort's face, he just replied in an indifferent yet decisive tone.

His position is very special, even more special than Dumbledore's.

His origin determined his stance, but for the sake of power, he took another path.

As much glory as his Slytherin blood gave him, his identity as a half-blood wizard gave him as much shame.

His crazy mother, his decisive father, and the evil gifted to him by Wu's Orphanage brought him to where he is today.

No one ever asked him what kind of life he wanted.

He didn't need those people to ask.

Because the life he wants can only be taken by himself.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Apparition sounds were heard one after another, and figures appeared in the room one after another.

Old Nott, Old Crabbe, Sister Carroll, Little Avery...

Familiar figures appeared one after another, and the available Death Eaters gathered in this room that night.

They wore silky black cloaks and masks of their own.

Ever since the apparition came, he stood there in silence.

Old Gore silently put on his mask and hood and stood in his place in the crowd.

Voldemort's indifferent eyes swept over their masks one after another, and finally looked at a slim figure holding a silver suitcase.

"Bella, there's no problem, right?" Voldemort asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master, I am protecting it with my life."

Bella's voice came from behind the mask, muffled, but firm enough.

Voldemort nodded and looked at the TV screen again.

At this time, the two operators looked a little nervous, perhaps affected by the depressing atmosphere.

Voldemort stepped forward and patted the two men's shoulders, signaling them to relax.

"Will you kill him?"

Abu, who was not standing in the team, suddenly asked Voldemort.

"Kill?"

There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's voice, which revealed that he had never thought of killing this man.

"Abu, we can't kill everyone who disagrees with us. That will only make people feel horrible and make them unable to accept our ideas."

"Ideology?" Abu frowned and said, "The glory of pure blood?"

Voldemort turned his head and glanced at Abu. He felt that Abu was a little unusual today.

"Did my resurrection put too much pressure on you?" Voldemort asked.

Abu was stunned for a moment, then showed a wry smile and nodded.

Voldemort smiled at him and said, "Afraid of failing again?"

Abu nodded again without hesitation and said, "I don't want to see that day, you know."

Voldemort also nodded and said: "I don't want to see it either."

Abu nodded again and stopped talking, looking at the picture on the TV.

At this time, Dumbledore had made the invisible green copper chain appear, and at the same time, pulled out a small boat through it.

Harry asked something, and Dumbledore answered him with a smile.

"I don't think you'll be counted, Harry, you're not old enough to qualify.

"Voldemort would never have thought that a sixteen-year-old boy would come to this place. I think that compared to my power, your power is probably negligible."

Harry was a little crestfallen at Dumbledore's words, but then Dumbledore encouraged him.

But Abu obviously didn't care about this. He turned to look at Voldemort and asked, "You really didn't consider Harry's magic power?"

Voldemort smiled with a twitching corner of his mouth and asked, "Of course, you don't think I would care about a child, do you?"

"But when he was a baby..."

Abu didn't finish his words, and Voldemort didn't answer either. He just smiled and shook his head.

He couldn't say that he wasn't negligent when dealing with young Harry.

But he believed even more that it was destiny.

Just like Dumbledore, even though his heart is full of love, he is also righteous.

But isn't it true that his father and mother were lost when he was young, his sister died when he was a teenager, and he was finally caught between purebloods and Muggles without freedom?

Fate is never kind to people.

Whether that person is as righteous as Dumbledore or as evil as himself.