Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Compared to those dementors wearing cloaks, the one in front of me is indeed not that friendly.

As soon as he appeared, bad memories came to Voldemort's mind - ten years of soul struggle, full of pain and torture.

"Badge, watch it, we have the badge, go look for food somewhere else, get out of here."

Marko drove away the dementors angrily, and it seemed that he also remembered bad things.

The dementor turned around and left, only looking back three times in one step, which left a bad impression on people - it felt like he was being treated as a meal.

Not counting Markto, the striker, there are dueling masters, the strongest Auror and the contemporary Dark Lord here. I don’t know if this Dementor knows the identities of these three people and dares to turn back three times in one step.

"Most of the people here are people who have committed serious crimes, and the group that came here ten years ago is the most numerous. I think you know who I'm talking about." Marko said, and gave Moody a special look.

Yes, he caught many of them. He, Moody, is so powerful.

"Ten years have long since deprived them of their happiness, so...that Dementor came rashly just now."

Marko's words seemed to be defending the Dementor just now, but the three of them didn't care and just followed him deeper.

The deeper they go, the more Dementors there are. From time to time, they put their heads on the cell door and breathe in, but most of them return in despair...

A couple who have been together for ten years may not be happy anymore, let alone after spending ten years with these dementors, their happiness has already been exhausted.

"Antonin Dolohov, this is a violent guy, he will occasionally curse endlessly." Stopping in front of a cell with a beast-like roar, Markto said.

"I remember him. Molly Weasley's two brothers both died at his hands." Moody said coldly, and glanced inside.

Flitwick tapped his toes, but he was obviously not tall enough, so he finally gave up.

Voldemort leaned forward and looked through the small hole in the cell door, and saw Dolokhov, who was pale and distorted. He was squatting deep in the cell and roaring, like a beast that was ready to attack.

Voldemort remembered him, and in his memory, this loyal Death Eater was tall and round, but now it seemed that only his broad frame was still there, and the whole person was already extremely thin.

Those stupid Dementors will kill you sooner or later...he thought.

Voldemort's remnant soul didn't care much about his Death Eaters. In his mind, they were all tool men, but with Lin Zuo's soul...

These Taima are all my loyal ministers, my confidants, and people who will conquer the world with me sooner or later. How dare you treat them like this?

Waves of anger surged into his heart, but he was suppressed by reason again and again - after losing his happiness, Voldemort was really violent.

"Barty Crouch Jr. once lived here, but he is dead and now it is empty." Markto had already walked to the front and pointed to a cell.

You died just because you stepped on the horse. Your whole family is dead. My most wise, cautious, loyal and powerful dogs and horses are still alive and well in his house...

Voldemort felt violent emotions in his heart again, which made him involuntarily curse his junior disciple in his heart.

"I remember him," Moody said. "He almost escaped trial, but... Quirrell, what happened to you?"

Moody suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Voldemort, who was slapping his head.

"It's nothing. Losing happiness reminds me of the horrific scenes in the Black Forest. I want to drive them away." Voldemort explained.

In fact, he wanted to be normal. Voldemort's tyranny and Lin Zuo's thoughts made him feel that he was on the verge of split personality.

The fusion of two souls with completely different personalities had long made him think that it would be a big trouble, but it wasn't until today that it became clear.

"Eat some chocolate, Senior Quirinas, it's no use patting your head." Markto handed over the chocolate.

"Okay, you go on, I'll just follow you." Voldemort signaled that they didn't have to wait for him, and then started chewing chocolate - it didn't do much, but the taste was okay.

As everyone moved forward, they would encounter dementors from time to time, but with Marko's strong force, they all avoided them and did not step forward to disturb everyone.

"Sirius Black, the person who betrayed the Potter family, is always silent." Marko stopped in front of another cell and said.

Everyone looked inside, and even Flitwick deliberately floated up to take a look - Sirius was once his favorite student.

Voldemort also glanced through the gap. Black's handsome face was also pale, but not very distorted. He also raised his head and glanced at everyone, but did not say anything.

Heartbroken is generally used to describe him.

The bloodline of the pure-blood family needs to be continued, so Black cannot die... Voldemort said to himself in his heart, and he was looking for a sufficient reason not to kill Black.

"Sirius's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, is imprisoned here." Markto stopped in front of a cell further ahead and said.

"A ruthless guy," Moody said angrily, "I heard that Snape has a very good relationship with her."

Voldemort looked at Flitwick with fake surprise, his eyes searching.

"Maybe she helped that person win over Snape, but I don't know the inside story." Flitwick shrugged, "Snape is a person trusted by the headmaster, and we all know that he is innocent."

Moody also shrugged, but his meaning may be completely opposite to Flitwick's. He looked inside again before turning around and walking away, followed by Flitwick.

Voldemort looked inside and saw Bellatrix huddled in a chair. He twisted his body and raised his head, smiling ghostly at him:

Her thick and messy long hair and haggard face seriously affected her beauty, but her ghostly eyes still made Voldemort's heart beat.

The remaining soul still remembers her beauty. When the two met, she had just graduated. Those were the best years of a woman, and then...

Voldemort's remnant soul was still full of desire for Bella, and Lin Zuo's consciousness merged with this desire, and what emerged was a complex emotion - which strengthened his idea of ​​doing something for her.

Impulse is the devil, don't be impatient... After calming down, Voldemort touched the magic book on his waist and walked forward expressionlessly.

Next, there is another Death Eater with heinous crimes. Of course, to Voldemort, this is also a loyal minister.

Moody described the process of chasing the Death Eater. Flitwick had envy in his eyes - it could be seen that he just wished he had participated in a similar battle - Voldemort tried his best to act normal, while Marktor was a normal person. Face worship.

When Moody had boasted enough, everyone set off again. Marko continued to introduce, Moody kept bragging about his past, and Voldemort kept taking a look at the current status of his loyal ministers.

The whole of Azkaban is coming...

Looking down all the way, I see loyal ministers everywhere!

Voldemort is heartbroken, these are all my loyal lackeys, look what you have done to them?

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