Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Dumbledore sat sideways on the hospital bed, with Professor McGonagall and Snape standing beside him.

Voldemort was leaning against the wall far away, and Filch was not far from him, his eyes scanning sinisterly at the few students in the center of everyone's gaze.

"Whip them and hang them up. Children who disobey school rules should be punished like this." Filch whispered in a low voice, which reached Voldemort's ears word for word.

This squib is sometimes more vicious than those purebloods.

Sure enough, what is not obtained will be destroyed, which is an eternal truth.

"That is to say."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, the anger on his face long gone, "Miss Granger, your appearance was a complete accident, right?"

Hermione nodded seriously. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior - it was just her guilty look at Voldemort that revealed more information.

Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort curiously. Although he didn't know what the secret was between the two, he decided not to reveal it for the time being.

"Okay, I think Miss Granger has made it clear enough. Then, let's see how we should punish these unlucky guys." Dumbledore said, looking at the two deans with questioning eyes. .

The trouble was caused by the students of the two deans, who had more say.

"None of them can escape punishment." As soon as Professor McGonagall spoke, it was the old notary.

"Totally agree." Snape agreed, but he was always ready to attack.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him and spoke again: "But Malfoy wants to be severely punished. He proposed a duel and used evil..."

"I don't think so."

Snape immediately interrupted her, "There is nothing in the Hogwarts school rules that states that the use of jinxes is not allowed. If Potter knows such advanced magic, I think..."

"No, jinxes are forbidden."

Professor McGonagall didn't flinch, like a cockfighting cock, he straightened his neck and said loudly, "If children use dark magic prematurely, I can't imagine their future at all..."

"In the future, they will become Headmasters, like me." Snape used his move, and Professor McGonagall seemed to be hit by a immobilizing spell.

Voldemort also looked at Snape in surprise, only to find that his eyes were still deep and cold - the Occlumency was still operating.

Is it because he saw Harry's green eyes when he was treating him? Voldemort was thinking about it, but he didn't think about how Lily died.

"Two deans, maybe we don't need to argue."

Dumbledore also noticed that Snape was in a bad mood, so he looked at Voldemort and decided to divert trouble.

"Professor Quirrell, you are the first to arrive at the scene, and you are the professor of anti-dark magic. How about you decide their punishment?"

"Uh...no problem, principal."

Voldemort left the wall and took two steps forward. He heard Filch whisper "Whip them, Professor" not far away. He just pretended not to hear and did not give him any response.

"Fifty points each for Gryffindor and Slytherin, that's it."

His words immediately aroused Snape's dissatisfaction. He said angrily: "There are four of them and we only have three. Quirrell, you need to be fair."

"Yes, there are four of them." Voldemort glanced at Neville, who had always had no sense of presence, and nodded, "That's why I didn't deduct points for Malfoy's curse."

Snape had nothing to say and chose silence.

Professor McGonagall hesitated to speak. It seemed that she was still obsessed with the curse, but in the end she said nothing. Perhaps she felt that Quirrell's punishment was fair enough.

"Oh, and..."

Voldemort suddenly spoke again, causing everyone to look at him again.

"When I asked Hermione to go find the principal, she broke her head because she was anxious, but she didn't waste a second. For her bravery, I will give Gryffindor five points."

Hermione blushed momentarily, but still raised her head proudly, higher than usual.

"Oh, and..."

The eyes that had just been focused on Hermione looked at Voldemort again - Voldemort felt the evil thoughts from the professors, and they might want to say everything at once.

"Malfoy, jinxing is not advisable. However, since he learned such a powerful magic in the first year, I have to add... 1 point for him. The reason for the low score is because jinxing is wrong."

"Quirrell." Professor McGonagall complained dissatisfiedly, "You are encouraging him to learn jinxes."

"No, Professor, I don't agree with the use of jinxes either."

Voldemort explained, "But his magic proves his efforts in preventing dark magic. As a professor of this subject, I have the right to add points for his excellent performance, otherwise it will be unfair."

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something else, but Dumbledore stopped her.

"Deductions and bonus points are fine, Quirrell, but the children need confinement, and I think you can do it for me," Dumbledore said.

"But Headmaster, I finish class very late every day. What you do is not so much to imprison them as to imprison me." Voldemort said with a sad face.

He didn't want to pay attention to these hapless people. If Hermione hadn't forced him into it, he would never have participated.

Once when Lao Deng was not at school, he met the twins during a night outing. The twins looked depressed at the time, but he left without looking away. After walking far away, he could still hear the thanks from the two brothers.

He didn't arrest them, not because he was afraid of attracting attention, but because he was too lazy to ask for trouble - he studies magic every day, specializes in spells, isn't it delicious?

"Six confinements for each person, two hours each time, the content is decided by Quirrell, that's it."

Dumbledore completely ignored his excuse and said to the two deans, "Take your students back. They need to rest. They have classes tomorrow."

Snape and McGonagall took the students away silently, Filch also left in disappointment, and Voldemort followed closely...

"Qui Luo, wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

Old Deng's gentle words came from behind him, and Voldemort turned around helplessly.

"There is a secret between Hermione and you, and I think I need to know, after all, I am the Headmaster." After closing the door, Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Voldemort did not hesitate to betray Hermione and others - if the confinement had not disrupted his thinking, he would have taken the initiative to betray them.

"Before the duel, they entered the room on the fourth floor to avoid Filch, and then they met a dog with three heads. Hahaha, it didn't scare them to death."

It had been so long, but he still couldn't help laughing when he thought of Hermione's expression when she told about the three-headed dog. The expression on little Hermione's face was really too frightening.

"Oh, are they close already?" Dumbledore's face showed joy. He did not hide his thoughts from Quirrell at all, which represented trust.

"Ah, you want them to break through?" Voldemort said in surprise, "I thought it was used to deal with those men in black."

"I can't find him." Dumbledore frowned and rubbed his temples. "He hid it too deeply and didn't reveal the slightest clue."

Voldemort shook his head helplessly, saying that there was nothing he could do.

Although I really want to help, I can't betray myself. After all, I still have a good relationship with myself... He thought this way.