Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The strange fragrance floated in the principal's office. Voldemort, who stepped here, just took a breath and felt much more energetic.

"What's this?"

Voldemort asked curiously, while glancing at Professor McGonagall not far away.

"A refreshing potion. Snape said that I was no longer suitable for drinking more refreshing potions, so I switched to this one." Dumbledore said, rubbing his temples.

"Sorry principal, it must be because of the directors. Are they still causing trouble for you? If not..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"I can handle this problem, but the problem is more than that." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand again, "If you don't talk about this, let's talk about your thoughts. What kind of level do you want to design?"

"Troll, Headmaster."

Voldemort did not dwell on the previous question and gave the answer directly - this is the answer in the book. This is a standard answer.

"Troll?" Professor McGonagall expressed surprise. She had never expected that Voldemort would choose this way.

"Why?" Dumbledore asked.

"I think there should be relatively few professors who choose physical attacks. Trolls will be very sudden." Voldemort shrugged and gave a random reason.

He couldn't figure out the point of having a weakened version of the giant monster that a first-year student could defeat, but if you ask the stupid Quirrell and the old bee, he must be involved.

"A good choice, both in terms of strength and image." Dumbledore nodded and approved the decision.

Professor McGonagall did not object. She showed Dumbledore's unique trust in her here. Seeing that he did not object, Voldemort felt that the matter was almost done.

However, he had other ideas.

"actually……"

Voldemort spoke, attracting the attention of the two men again, "I have a bold idea."

Both of them looked at him curiously, and Dumbledore stretched out his hand to signal him to speak out boldly.

"I want to get a dementor."

Voldemort spoke his thoughts, and as expected, Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and Dumbledore was also very surprised.

"Tell me your reasons," Dumbledore said.

"No, principal, that won't work." McGonagall immediately stopped him, "You know, they will go in, and they can't deal with it..."

"Be patient, McGonagall, and listen to Quirrell's thoughts first." After Dumbledore comforted Professor McGonagall, he looked at Quirrell.

"I met those people in Gringotts, and I assume you are guarding against them, right, Headmaster?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore nodded but said nothing.

"In that battle, they used the Unforgivable Curse on Hagrid..."

Voldemort saw Professor McGonagall frowning, but he did not stop, but continued, "And most people who are good at dark magic are not good at the Patronus Charm, so..."

"You're right." Dumbledore agreed.

"Headmaster~~" Professor McGonagall expressed her dissatisfaction.

Dumbledore waved his hand to her, telling her not to worry.

"Although what you said is good, I can't do that."

Dumbledore explained, "Letting them into a school, especially a castle... is too dangerous, and that kind of life would have too much of an impact on the children."

Voldemort frowned. Dumbledore was right. If a dementor entered the castle, it would be difficult to ensure that it would not suck the happiness of the students.

"What if we don't enter the castle?" Voldemort asked again.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort in surprise, not understanding what he meant.

"Ahem."

Voldemort coughed twice and said what he really thought, "There are still trolls on the fourth floor, but the Maple Leaf Training Ground..."

"Quirrell, we are not discussing the Maple Leaf Training Ground." Professor McGonagall said angrily, "You are still obsessed with the previous proposal, but I said it was too dangerous."

Voldemort shrugged helplessly and looked at Dumbledore for help.

"As Professor McGonagall said, that is too dangerous." Dumbledore clearly supported Professor McGonagall, but he still left a possibility, "You can tell me your reasons and try to convince me."

"Principal~~~" Professor McGonagall reminded her again. She was obviously dissatisfied with what the principal said later.

"McGonagall, we need to listen to different opinions. Maybe Quirrell has a necessary reason." After he finished speaking, he motioned for Voldemort to continue.

"There are many reasons. At first, I just wanted to find a strong enough enemy for the five, six, and seven-year-olds, otherwise the meaning of the training ground would be gone."

Dumbledore nodded, but the look on his face told Voldemort that this wasn't enough of a reason.

"Later, when I was making lesson plans, I found that the students didn't know many powerful magics. No one in their sixth or seventh year could use the Patronus Charm. They were too weak."

Dumbledore nodded again, but his expression did not change.

"Having real dementors should stimulate their desire to learn. They need encouragement." After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at Dumbledore.

"It's good, but not enough." Dumbledore said without doubt, "I can't put the children in danger for such a reason."

Voldemort frowned and spoke again: "There are also reasons for the dementors themselves."

"Tell me about it," Dumbledore said.

"They can't reproduce, but they can divide by sucking happiness, and as far as I know, there's no way to kill them, so the numbers will grow..."

Before Voldemort could continue, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Don't worry, the number of Dementors is well controlled, and the conditions for division are not easy to achieve, so there is no need to worry about the future." Dumbledore directly rejected Voldemort's idea.

In this regard, Voldemort could only nod helplessly and accept - his idea of ​​entering Azkaban openly was shattered, but he did not dare to show too much disappointment.

"Maybe it's necessary." Professor McGonagall suddenly said, causing the other two to look at her.

"You actually changed your mind? I'm curious about the reason." Dumbledore's body language was a bit exaggerated and looked very funny.

Professor McGonagall gave him a dissatisfied look, an expression she rarely had.

If I hadn't known about Lao Deng's hobbies and interests, I would have suspected that you two were having an affair... Voldemort thought unscrupulously.

"You said that man is still alive, right? If he really comes back, the dementors are likely to take refuge with him. By then, the number of dementors will be difficult to control." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Voldemort twisted his brows at the side - in fact, he didn't know how to act.

surprise?

Or show fear?

Anyway, nothing felt right, so he looked a little stunned, but not completely stunned...

As expected, Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort. In his complicated expression, Old Deng didn't seem to see anything - it was too complicated, and Old Deng, who had a headache, didn't want to guess.

"In this way, it is indeed necessary to strengthen children's abilities in this area..."

He spoke slowly, then rubbed his temples with a headache, and it seemed that another problem was starting to bother him.

Author: I have a bold idea, I recommend it all the way, Sanjiang strongly recommends it to be put on the shelves... Let the dream fly~~~