Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Lucius Malfoy learned of his son's beating before lunch.

At that time, his eyes widened in surprise. He could not imagine who dared to treat his son like this. He was the only son of the Malfoy family and the only heir to the glorious family.

However, the surprise and anger did not last long. The name Quirinus Quirrell instantly calmed him down.

"Lucius, I'm going to Hogwarts, and I'm going now. Oh my god, how dare that guy named Quirrell do this..." Narcissa Malfoy scolded with tears in her eyes.

"I told him, don't mess with the Lord... who will cause trouble."

Malfoy's roar was approved by his wife, but she felt it was not enough.

"Since you have seen that Quirrell, you should be stricter with him. It seems that he..."

Before his wife could finish her words, Malfoy reached out to stop her.

I'm talking about that filial son, not my master... Malfoy thought helplessly.

"I'll handle this matter, you don't have to go. Draco wasn't hurt at all, just a bump on the corner of his eye."

Under his wife's puzzled gaze, Malfoy picked up his cane and started to go out, but he stopped again.

"Don't do anything." He told his wife, "Everything is decided by me."

The rare warning made Narcissa realize that the problem was not that simple. She suppressed the anger in her heart and asked, "Is Draco's injury really not serious?"

"It's not serious. The news is very accurate. Just wait at home. I will bring him back to see you at the weekend, very soon."

He warned again and kissed Narcissa on the forehead before turning and walking into the study.

The Malfoy family's study is very large, with rows of bookshelves filled with all kinds of magical books, including some rare and unique copies.

But Malfoy's purpose was not these books. He walked to a bookshelf that had been cast a lot of magic. In addition to some books, there were also some trinkets.

Carefully turning off the protective magic, Malfoy took out a ring - dark silver in texture, with a small snake with silver eyes coiled above the ring.

After putting the ring on his hand and reactivating the protective magic on the bookshelf, he left Malfoy Manor.

But he did not go to Hogwarts immediately. Instead, he visited several families at an extremely fast speed and got what he wanted before setting off for Hogwarts.

This delayed him for a while, so it was already afternoon by the time he arrived at Hogwarts.

Without going to see Dumbledore or his son, Malfoy walked directly to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor.

"Bang."

Pushing the door open rudely, Malfoy threw the document in his hand at Voldemort's face under the surprised gaze of a kitty - this made Voldemort very surprised, but he also saw a flash of panic in Malfoy's eyes. Pass.

"You are fired, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. In the name of the Board of Directors, go find a new job."

Malfoy's angry, rude and arrogant voice echoed in the empty classroom.

The little eagles were trembling. Even though it was their professor and senior who was being treated like this, they did not dare to make any sound - it was the tradition of the Eagle Academy to protect oneself wisely.

"Lucius Malfoy?"

Voldemort looked at Malfoy coldly and said, "I don't think the directors have such rights. If you want to dismiss me, you need Principal Dumbledore's signature."

"As a professor like you, the board of directors has the right to beat students in class."

He roared angrily and stepped forward to pull Voldemort - this surprised Voldemort, he didn't know what Malfoy was going to do.

He dodged for a moment, but then Voldemort restrained his instinct and reached out to block Malfoy's hand.

Malfoy's hand was originally supposed to fall on Voldemort's arm, but he moved, and the two hands were held together in an instant.

The silver-white light flickered slightly on the snake head of the dark silver ring.

At this moment, Voldemort felt a touch, as if there was some magic peeking into his thoughts - the sense of spying was not strong, but had a hint of invitation in it.

Voldemort made a move to withdraw his hand, briefly thought about it, and decided to accept this kind of prying.

When he let go of his thoughts, a voice immediately came: "Master, how should I cooperate with you?"

It was Malfoy, and although he didn't know how he did it, Voldemort was sure that he was the owner of this thought.

"What you're doing now is very good. Keep hitting me and causing trouble for Dumbledore." Voldemort's thoughts instantly followed the ring and entered Malfoy's mind.

"Aren't you afraid that they will expel you? Or is expulsion part of the plan?" Malfoy asked.

"Dumbledore will not allow this to happen. This is related to his majesty. Besides, I am doing it for Gryffindor. He has to consider his own reputation."

Malfoy continued to pull, and he already understood the master's plan in his heart - he wanted to get Dumbledore into trouble, and Malfoy's status as director could do all this.

Perfect plan, the master is indeed wise again... Malfoy thought.

"I will cooperate with you. I hope you don't blame me for throwing the paper in your face."

Malfoy's consciousness already had the intention of withdrawing from communication, but Voldemort stopped him.

"Little Malfoy needs education." Voldemort said urgently before the connection was disconnected.

Malfoy was stunned. This caused his pulling movements to stagnate for a moment. Fortunately, Voldemort reacted quickly and pretended to break away, causing Malfoy to cooperate and start pulling again.

"You coddle him too much. As one of the next generation of Death Eaters, he should grow up quickly instead of becoming a spoiled child."

"I understand Master."

Malfoy answered almost without hesitation, and quickly told the reason why Draco was so pampered.

"I wasn't sure about your return date before, so I didn't dare to teach him too harshly. If he stands out too much, he will attract more attention. Those people will focus on my family. I must save my family from trouble."

"The troubles will disappear and we will achieve ultimate victory."

After saying this, Voldemort shook his hand fiercely, broke away from Malfoy's pull, and actively disconnected.

The Dark Lord must win... Malfoy thought in his heart, but his face still had an expression of resentment.

But where no one else could notice, he put his hand back into the pocket of the wizard's robe. When he took it out again, the ring had disappeared.

"I'm going to find Dumbledore right now. I think he will give me an explanation and an explanation to the directors."

Malfoy roared angrily and left without hesitation.

"Keep the class going, kids."

Voldemort's face didn't look good either, as if Malfoy had messed up his mood, "I don't think anyone wants to end up like Draco."

The little eagles who kept themselves safe nodded vigorously and tried to show that they were serious, but no one knew what they were thinking.