Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The study was dark, and Voldemort was sitting on a large green leather armchair.

Opposite him, Old Avery, the representative of the Avery family, was sitting there solemnly.

This old man, who is nearly a hundred years old, looks older than Dumbledore.

His eyes were squeezed by the wrinkles, leaving only a slit, and the only thing that flashed through his dull eyes was fear and helplessness.

"Uncle Avery."

Voldemort's words made the old man opposite him instinctively tremble.

His eyes became a little blurry and wandering, and Voldemort guessed that he was thinking of things that happened fifty years ago.

At that time, the two met for the first time.

He was also an outstanding Hogwarts student, Neville Avery, his classmate, who was also at the age where he was naughty and mischievous.

At that time, the old Avery was young and powerful and helped him a lot.

"During the days of my suffering, I often thought of Neville. You know my feelings for him, and I also regretted it."

Old Avery was startled, his eyes a little red.

There seemed to be tears rolling in his eyes, but they couldn't fall no matter what.

Not every old man has well-developed tear ducts like Dumbledore.

The person in front of me may have cried all her tears.

"Lord Dark Lord, I..."

"Call me Voldemort, Uncle Avery, you almost watched me grow up, you are the one who can call me that."

Voldemort said while waving his right hand.

Lucius, who was sitting in the dark, immediately stood up and took a glass of water, preparing to hand it to Old Avery.

But before he handed over the water, Voldemort stood up, took the glass, and placed it in front of old Avery himself.

"If there is anything you want to teach me, or if there is anything you need me to do, please tell me directly. There is no need to hide anything between us, because of Neville and because of little Avery."

Voldemort's heavy voice had a slight nasal sound, and it sounded like there was a hint of crying due to emotion.

Lucius glanced at Voldemort's side face in the darkness in surprise, but then he saw Voldemort turn around for a moment and glare at him fiercely.

This frightened Lucius to quickly lower his head, not daring to look at Voldemort again.

"I, hey, Fu... I'd better call you Lord Dark Lord, that way I feel more comfortable."

Old Avery picked up the water glass and rubbed the edge of the glass nervously.

"Of course, Uncle Avery, I will listen to you." Voldemort said in a good-natured way.

"Lord Voldemort, I ask you to exclude the Avery family from food..."

The old man opened his mouth weakly, but he couldn't say the name.

"Exclude the Death Eater organization, right?" Voldemort finished his words for him and asked, "Can you tell me the reason?"

Old Avery squeezed out a wrinkled smile in gratitude, sorted out his thoughts, and then spoke again.

"I am too old, Lord Dark Lord, and can no longer do anything for you, and Neville... he has been away from us for more than ten years. As for little Avery, he is still suffering in Azkaban..."

The old man's voice was filled with tears, and the tears lingering in his eyes finally fell.

"You know, the Avery family is not very prosperous. We are a single generation. If little Avery cannot come back..."

"I promise you, Uncle Avery, he will definitely come back." Voldemort said firmly.

Old Avery nodded and wiped away his tears with the handkerchief Lucius gave him.

"When I knew you were coming back, I knew he would definitely come back. However, Lord Dark Lord, I don't want him to die like his father. He is not married yet and has no children. The Avery family..."

The old man choked and couldn't speak any more. He buried his face in his hands in pain.

The thin shoulders shrugged, and the cry of "Woo" squeezed out from the palm of his hand, filling the entire room.

Voldemort didn't rush to say anything. After sitting down again, he stood up again, stretched his hands across the desk and pulled towards the other person's hand.

Old Avery's hands were pulled down, and the old man looked at Voldemort with tears in his eyes, with confusion and doubt in his expression.

Voldemort smiled at him and reached out to wipe away his tears.

"I understand what you mean, Uncle Avery. I agree with your request. When little Avery comes back, I will find him a decent job and arrange a marriage for him that is consistent with his status."

Old Avery's old eyes revealed surprise, confusion, and deep suspicion.

Voldemort smiled, reached out and patted the old man's shoulder and said, "Think about the bloodline law I proposed, Uncle Avery, I'm just abiding by the system I made."

"Thank you... thank you, Lord Dark Lord. On behalf of the entire Avery family, I thank you."

The old man held Voldemort's hand, and his thin, wrinkled hands held Voldemort's hands like eagle talons and shook them up and down.

"I will persuade him personally, little Avery. I think I can persuade him to do what I say. Don't worry, I will do it even for Neville."

Voldemort walked around the desk, helped the other person stand up, and with the other person's thanks, sent him out of the Welfare family's study.

"Tell me about the current situation, Lucius."

After seeing old Avery off and sitting back on the chair, and taking a deep breath, Voldemort asked Lucius.

"In the Death Eater organization, apart from the original families, the only ones who are clearly candidates to join are the Parkinson family."

Lucius took out a small notebook and said while flipping through it.

"Among the Death Eaters, the Avery family and the Selwyn family were the ones who made it clear that they wanted to leave, but the latter was not allowed to leave."

Having said this, Lucius stopped and looked at Voldemort and asked, "Are you still going to refuse to meet the representatives of the Selwyn family?"

Voldemort nodded and gave his answer.

"How do I reply to him?" Lucius asked.

"The patriarch of the Selwyn family is in Azkaban Prison. Whether they join or quit is not up to this little guy."

There was dissatisfaction in Voldemort's tone, which was completely different from the state he had just faced Old Avery.

"Tell that boy, if you say one more word, I will let him go to Azkaban and accompany their leader."

"Okay, Lord Dark Lord, I understand."

Lucius nodded, keeping these words in mind, and then looked at the notebook again.

"The Bok family wants to meet with you. It seems that they want to talk about Bo Jin." Lucius raised his head again, "Do you want to meet?"

"Do they have any intention of joining the Death Eaters?" Voldemort asked.

"I have asked, and they said they want to interview you. They have some ideas, but they are not specific enough." Lucius said.

Voldemort nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Then make arrangements."

"Okay, Lord Dark Lord." Lucius agreed immediately.

"Who do you want to see next?" Voldemort asked again.

"According to the order, it should be Mr. Ollivander." Lucius turned the book forward a page and said.

"Let him wait for a while, and then tell me about the results of the meeting just now. I need to organize my thoughts." Voldemort said, reaching out and rubbing his temples.