Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

When Ollivander left, he kept mumbling something and looked a little nervous.

He has become completely immersed in his own world, as if nothing else can disturb him.

"It seems that his spy work is over." Voldemort smiled and said to Lucius, "Who is left that he has not seen?"

"Mr. Slughorn, and the patriarch of the Burke family." Lucius replied immediately.

Voldemort said without hesitation: "Let Professor Slughorn come in first."

When he said this, a smile appeared on his face.

If old Avery reminded him of his former friends, Mr. Slughorn reminded him of his own school days.

It was a rare and beautiful time, but it is no longer there.

Lucius walked out quickly, and not long after, Slughorn, who was as fat as a walrus, walked in.

"Haha, Lord Dark Lord, I should have guessed that you would return earlier."

He laughed and walked to the desk, gesticulating with his hands along with his words, "I still remember the question you asked me. God, you are simply a genius."

Voldemort stood up with a smile, walked around the desk and gave the other person a big hug.

"Professor, you can call me Voldemort. Given our relationship, you can do this."

After the hug, Voldemort put his arms around the other person's shoulders, looked at the other person's bulging eyes, and said with a smile.

"I just think this shows my respect for you more, but if you ask for it, Voldemort, you will be as good as you were then."

He smiled in response, and patted Voldemort on the back as Voldemort leaned over to ask him to sit down.

This was an intimate gesture but lacked enough respect. Voldemort noticed that when he was doing this gesture, he kept noticing the look on his face from the corner of his eye.

This teacher of mine still likes to ponder people's hearts as before.

"You're not getting old, Professor. I think you should go back to Hogwarts and teach for a few more years. Potions has become the most unpopular course today, and it's incomparable to what it was back then."

Voldemort showed enough kindness, because the man in front of him was a well-deserved master of potions.

He has always respected masters with real abilities.

"Haha, I can't stand it anymore, Voldemort, I'm too old and I can't stand the noise of students."

Slughorn stroked his thick silver beard and waved to Lucius, who was sitting in the dark just now.

"Give me a cup of bitter coffee, for God's sake, staying up late will make my already thin hair even less."

Lucius smiled and stood up, making a cup of coffee for Slughorn.

The atmosphere in the study room suddenly became comfortable.

"Voldemort, you know I must refuse you."

Taking a sip of coffee, Slughorn put away his smile and put on a sincere expression, "My family has never been involved in these things. It is our ancestral motto to stay away from politics."

Voldemort smiled and nodded without showing any sign of anger.

He had determined early on that Slughorn would not choose to join the Death Eaters, and this did not surprise him.

"I know, Professor, but I have a business here that I want to discuss with you."

Voldemort said, taking out from his pocket a set of standard potion production plans drafted by Lucius and assisted by Porchis.

Slughorn took the document doubtfully and hurriedly glanced at the contents of the first few pages.

"Well... to be honest, Voldemort, I don't understand."

Slughorn pointed to a piece of text above, where it said "mechanized production and processing", "This is a Muggle thing, right?"

"Yes, Professor, this is the Muggle production method, such as slicing and crushing herbs. This is cumbersome and complicated, but it does not require a wizard..."

"No."

Slughorn shook his head and interrupted Voldemort, saying, "If the wizard is no longer looking at the crucible, it will be difficult to determine the heat and timing. I think you know this."

"I know, Professor, but machines can do this. It's just that the process needs to be designed to be very...complex, but that's not what we worry about." Voldemort said.

Slughorn frowned. He looked through the thick plan for a while, and his brows furrowed even more tightly at this time.

It can be seen that he resists these things from the bottom of his heart.

"It's a bold change, Voldemort, but I don't think it's the right choice."

Slughorn said this after closing the plan book.

"Tell me what you think, Professor. This is exactly why I need your participation." Voldemort said.

"I think you know, the herbs cut by the wizard, and on this..."

"mechanical."

"Yes, machines, machines have no magic power, and the herbs they remove will not stimulate more medicinal properties of the herbs, so if you do this..."

"If you do this, the effect of the medicine will be much weakened." Voldemort interrupted, "We have already tested this. We can't say the full effect, but it is similar to the potions made by junior wizard apprentices."

"In that case..." Slughorn wondered, "What's the point of doing this?"

"Mass production, Professor, even if the effect of the medicine is not as good as that made by wizards, it has good commercial prospects." Voldemort said.

"Which wizarding family would buy such a thing?" Slughorn asked in disbelief with his eyes widened.

"No, Professor, this is not for wizards," Voldemort said with a smile.

"Not for wizards, then for..." Slughorn's bulging eyes widened again, and he said loudly, "Muggles?"

Voldemort smiled and nodded.

"But, what's the point of this?" Slughorn asked in confusion.

Essentially, this professor is not a pure-blooded person.

But as a person from a pure-blood family, he instinctively believed that he was isolated from the Muggle world.

"It means a lot. I can't explain it in one or two sentences. Professor, I need you to help me improve the process, such as making better adjustments in some details."

Voldemort stated his purpose and said before the other party refused, "You will get part of the equity and enough gold galleons in return."

Slughorn, who was about to refuse, immediately shut his mouth.

He picked up the plan and looked at it again, focusing on the production link.

"At most, the potion can be raised from the first and second grade level to the fourth and fifth grade. Voldemort, mass production will definitely bring about a decrease in quality, you know."

His words still revealed his disdain for this magical medicine.

As a potion master, he has this qualification.

"That's enough, Professor, I just need the Muggle world, and the wizarding world, to have a dependent...need."

Voldemort smiled and said something that Slughorn couldn't understand at all.

"Well, this is not a difficult task, Voldemort, but I still have to stress..."

"Don't join the Death Eaters. I know, Professor, that you are only involved in this matter as a special advisor and technology investor."

Voldemort stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Happy cooperation, Professor, Lucius will discuss the issues of shares and gold galleons with you."

After hearing this, Slughorn stood up with satisfaction, held Voldemort's hand and said, "Happy cooperation, Voldemort, I think you have become more understanding of people's hearts than before."

Voldemort responded to the compliment with a smile.