Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Late at night, after dealing with emergencies, Dumbledore returned to the principal's office. He came to his desk tiredly and sat down, looking at the table in concentration.

There are many papers spread messily on the table, the top two are the most neatly arranged.

On the paper on the left, there are many names listed - all the names of Hogwarts students - and next to these names, there are many details marked in small letters, such as:

Gemma Farley: Distant relative Thomas Harrison is suspected of being a Death Eater. Harrison once passed through the Black Forest and later had contact with Farley. Farley has no abnormalities at school, but the possibility cannot be ruled out.

There are many labels like this, and there are more than ten people in a long row of names, which shows how much effort Dumbledore put into this.

On the paper on the right, there is also a long row of names, but the annotations at the back mostly say "ruling out suspicion" - the names of Quirrell and Snape are also on it.

Underneath the two neat papers are countless messy papers, the contents of which are much more complicated:

Some are like mind maps, but if you look closely, they are family genealogy diagrams...

Some are short letters about who has been to the Black Forest...

Some are daily records of suspected persons, which are detailed and long, and it takes a lot of effort to read them...

"Huh~~"

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore pulled out a blank piece of paper from under his desk, picked up his pen and wrote in fancy calligraphy:

Dear Hogwarts Directors:

Last night, a heartbreaking thing happened in the school. First-year freshman Draco Malfoy...

After investigation, it was found that the curse came from the teachings of Mr. Lucius Malfoy. I have to think that this was Mr. Malfoy's revenge for his inability to fire a professor...

I suggest opening a board meeting to have an in-depth discussion on this issue. At the same time, we need to determine what level the curse should be in the school...

…

Halfway through the long letter, Dumbledore frowned, picked it up and read it, then shook his head, balled up the letter and threw it aside.

He took out a piece of letter paper again and started writing:

Fair and Generous Hogwarts Directors:

We need to discuss the issue of curses. Just last night on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle, something happened...

…

As the night wore on, the centenarian was still worrying about how to write a letter to the board of directors that would get the most support.

In the deletion and editing room, the tall and straight body is slowly ricketting. In the silent room, only Fox is witnessing all this...

Dumbledore, Dumbledore, a living legend revered by wizards, he seems to be omnipotent, he is the existence that the Dark Lord fears.

But who knows how much hard work lies behind omnipotence?

Destiny never favors those who are lazy, but it always gives more care to those who are diligent.

…

"Have you heard that Harry Potter was defeated by Malfoy?"

"Not only that, he's already been admitted to the hospital. Didn't you notice that he didn't come to class today?"

"Is Malfoy so strong? Even Harry can't beat him?"

"If you knew the Malfoys well enough, you wouldn't say that."

"The Boy-Who-Lived is not as powerful as I thought."

"Maybe Malfoy is more powerful, maybe."

During lunch, the students enthusiastically discussed the duel between Malfoy and Potter, about curses, about victory and defeat, about injuries, about everything...

Slytherins, excited to pass this news on to everyone.

Their prefect Gemma Farley, after publicly praising Malfoy, even asked the little snakes to write letters and spread the news.

The Boy Who Lived?

Mystery Man's Terminator?

The destined White Wizard King?

No amount of fame can compare to a real failure. Harry Potter's reputation in the wizarding world is diminishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And Malfoy, who had done all this, was wearing exquisite wizard robes, sitting quietly at the dining table, eating quietly with impeccable elegance.

There was no trace of pride in his eyes, and even he only nodded slightly to the senior students who bowed to him in admiration.

Of course, he would raise his drink from time to time as a gesture, and then take a sip, forming this kind of "mutual admiration" friendship with the leaders of each small group.

He deserves to be a Slytherin, he really maximized the effect of this matter.

The professors were sitting on the teacher's bench, watching all this as if they were watching from afar. Some were anxious, while others felt it didn't matter.

Voldemort drank the soup in silence, but he valued Malfoy more and more in his heart:

Lucius Malfoy not only fulfilled his orders, but also disturbed Dumbledore's sight and distracted Dumbledore's energy.

He even began to suppress the reputation of the savior, something Voldemort himself did not dare to do.

Yes, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t dare.

He knew how important Harry Potter was to Old Bee. In order to fulfill Harry Potter's reputation, he even gave this child the chance to kill himself.

Killing the Dark Lord at the age of seventeen...

After his death, the glory of Harry Potter will surely shine on the entire wizarding world. If he has such a fate...

Old bee, you are too partial. I want a Dark Lord, but I can't get it. But for Harry Potter, you gave him the world.

But give me a black magic defense, how can I step into the boundless darkness...

"Harry is okay, right?" Flitwick glanced at Malfoy not far away, without much thought, and then asked his disciple.

"It's okay. Although it's a curse, how much harm can an eleven-year-old child do?" Voldemort said, putting down the spoon.

"But why are you involved again?"

Flitwick's words were filled with dissatisfaction and concern, "Child, we are wise Ravenclaws, not mad lions, let alone black snakes. Stay away from them."

"I am innocent, Dean."

Voldemort had to respond with a wry smile, "Because I gave Hermione thesis guidance, she knew my office. In that situation, she didn't know who to turn to for help, so she finally turned to me."

"Oh, it's because of Hermione." Flitwick's tone was a little more relaxed. As long as he, the disciple, was not causing trouble, he was relieved. "She is a good child and should be in the Eagle Yard."

"She mentioned this to me, and she also said she had some regrets, but everything has become a fact, and there's nothing you can do to change it, right?" Voldemort spread his hands and looked at Hermione.

The little guy was also looking at him. The moment their eyes met, the little girl showed her front teeth, which looked very funny.

"Although there is no way to change it, we must pass on the wisdom. If Hermione needs it, you must help her." Flitwick said seriously, "Every good student cannot be let down."

"Follow your instructions, my beloved Dean." Voldemort smiled back at Hermione and joked to his own Dean.

This caused Flitwick to glare at him with dissatisfaction, but considering that his student had become a professor—and had served in two courses—he was no longer so dissatisfied.

"Anyway, don't get into trouble, like a child of the Eagle Yard, Quirrell, you are not a gryphon." Flitwick made a rare joke, but Voldemort didn't know how to answer.

"Of course, Dean."

With a helpless response, Voldemort decided to eat melon quietly...no, drink soup.

I suddenly wanted to ask for a reading list, but I didn’t have any, which was so embarrassing.