Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Quirinus Quirrell, haha, he's not the right answer for Hogwarts."

Draco Malfoy sat on the table, surrounded by little snakes. "I saw him before school started. He was very rude in front of Madam Malkin's robe store."

"What did he do, Draco, tell us," asked Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh, he wanted to educate me, in front of my father."

Malfoy raised his head proudly, glanced around, and said, "There's no way he could succeed. My father just glared at him, and he didn't dare to say anything."

"Wow, is he really that timid?" a little girl asked in surprise.

"Of course, if he can't even use the repair spell, what else can he do?" Malfoy said disdainfully, "Besides, my father is also a school director. Do you understand, directors?"

A group of students shook their heads collectively, but Pansy raised her head proudly. She knew the answer and was about to say it out loud, but...

"I happen to know a little bit, Draco, can I explain it to you?"

A smiling voice came, and Malfoy jumped with fright.

He turned around and saw Voldemort with a smile on his face, and Percy Weasley who was following Voldemort and glaring at him fiercely - he hated the red-haired boy.

"No need, Professor, I think I can explain it to them."

The little guy tried his best to maintain the dignity he had just established among his classmates, and said with his chest puffed out.

"Very good, it seems that you have adapted to your life." Voldemort said with a smile, "You continue, there are still twenty minutes until class."

After he finished speaking, he led Percy behind the podium.

"He's lying, right, Professor?" Percy asked impatiently.

"Of course, I'm not afraid of Malfoy, neither of them." Voldemort said with a smile.

After hearing this answer, Percy looked much better, but he still asked: "Then why don't you expose him, Professor, he is ruining your reputation."

"You have to earn back your face. You have to learn to make your enemy arrogant and complacent, and then defeat him when he is at his most arrogant."

Percy thought about Voldemort's words. He didn't quite understand, but he vaguely understood something.

"Learn from Malfoy, even if he is younger than you."

Voldemort spoke again, "Look, it's only been three days since school started, and he has used his family affairs and a few familiar friends to establish authority in the first grade of Slytherin."

Percy glanced in Malfoy's direction and saw that the boy was still boasting, but he finally stopped sitting on the table.

"I can't do that, Professor." Percy shook his head. "At least it's hard to lie as straight-faced as him."

"Then learn and grow."

Voldemort's expression became serious, "Most of the time, it is not the environment that adapts to us, but us that adapt to the environment. This is an inevitable process of growth."

Percy nodded, taking the words to heart.

"You will be in class later. Malfoy will probably cause trouble. You have to think about how to deal with it." After Voldemort finished speaking, he ignored Percy and picked up the lesson plan to look through it.

Percy opened his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he held back.

Twenty minutes passed like this, and morning classes were about to begin. Percy walked to the opposite side of the classroom, and the second-year students began to gather towards Voldemort.

Still dividing the classroom into two, Voldemort began teaching the second grade.

After a year of study, second-year students are much easier to teach than first-year students, at least they don’t have to explain everything.

On the other side of the classroom, Percy was indeed being made things difficult by Malfoy.

No matter what Percy said, Malfoy would jump in and sometimes even interrupt Percy unscrupulously.

This made Percy very angry and once made him blush - he criticized Malfoy, but the sharp-tongued Malfoy did not let him take advantage.

Voldemort would glance at them during his lectures, but he would not say anything to help Percy.

Wouldn't it be interesting to have Weasley and Malfoy fight?

They are also pure blood, and they represent the two extremes of pure blood.

Sometimes Voldemort would wonder, do those who oppose pure-blood interests do it because they like Muggles, or because they hate not being able to benefit from pure-bloods themselves?

Of course there is justice in the book, but most of the time, people are driven by interests.

Just when Voldemort finished teaching the second-year course and wanted to let the second-year students enter practice time and let him deal with Malfoy, a roar sounded from the other end of the classroom:

"Damn Slytherin, can't you learn to be polite?"

In an instant, the entire classroom became silent, and even Voldemort looked at Percy in surprise - if Slytherin was replaced by Malfoy, this sentence would not be a big problem, but now...

Voldemort never expected that Percy would turn on the group teasing mode.

"Why does he say that about Slytherin?"

"Damn Gryffindor, how dare he."

"No one can say that about Slytherin, not even the Headmaster."

…

The students spoke angrily, especially the second-year Slytherins, who were obviously a little bolder than the first-year students.

And Percy Weasley also realized his mistake the moment he said this sentence - he was annoyed by the echo of the first-year Slytherin students, so he said such words.

He was a little scared, even panicked, but the words had come out of his mouth. With his face flushed, he couldn't help but apologize, but deep down in his heart, he had realized the seriousness of the problem.

at this time……

"quiet."

Pointing the wand at his throat and using his loud voice, Voldemort spoke to suppress all objections.

The students looked at him, waiting for his verdict - in their opinion, Percy deserved to be punished.

However, there is no...

"Mr. Malfoy."

Voldemort strode to the freshmen side and looked at Malfoy condescendingly, "Who allowed you to interrupt in my class without permission?"

Malfoy, who had looked proud before, now had doubts in his eyes.

When that person said something like that, you ignored him and you actually criticized me?

Anger instantly overcame reason. He stood up suddenly and roared: "Quirrell, he is insulting Slytherin, not..."

Before he finished speaking, Malfoy's eyes widened in horror.

"Wadi Wasi."

Voldemort had a cold face, pointed his wand at the desk, and raised it.

The heavy desk made of solid wood flew up and hit Malfoy's chest, sending the eleven-year-old Malfoy flying into the air.

"Boom ping pong..."

Malfoy flew upside down and landed between tables and chairs, causing a chaotic area.

"Hiss~~"

The little snakes collectively gasped.

"Oh my god, are you going to kill him?"

Pansy Parkinson asked in horror, covering her mouth.

"professor……"

Percy took a step forward, but didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there.

Voldemort ignored Percy and just looked at Pansy with an indifferent look, scaring the child so much that he dared not speak any more.

"I'm going to kill you, damn it, no one ever..."

Malfoy struggled to stand up, there was blood on the corner of his bruised eye, but he didn't care at all.

He roared and looked at Voldemort, and raised the wand in his hand...

"Bang."

The silent Expelliarmus curse was activated, and the wand in Malfoy's hand flew up instantly. Voldemort pointed his wand, and Malfoy's wand flew to the other side of the classroom.

"you……"

The yew wand was already pressed against Malfoy's nose. He only said one word, but he didn't dare to say any more - not because of the wand, but because of Voldemort's selective and devouring eyes.

"Teach...Professor, don't continue." Percy's voice sounded from behind, and he was really scared.

"Who gave you the courage to play tricks on my teaching assistant, Mr. Malfoy, in my class?" Voldemort asked in a deep voice.

He did this on purpose, he wanted to hit Malfoy, he wanted to hurt Malfoy, so that the pride in his heart and the impetuousness in his character would be replaced by fear.

As for whether it would leave a shadow - compared to an impetuous, arrogant, and hypocritical guy, he would rather the child who was destined to become a Death Eater was more timid, at least that way he would not be hated.

Damn little snake, you have tarnished the greatness of pure blood... Such thoughts emerged uncontrollably in Voldemort's heart.

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