Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The desire to kill slowly built up, but his eyes turned red in an instant.

When Voldemort killed the entire village and walked out of the village to face the armed men outside, the terrifying aura on his body made a group of men with guns afraid to speak out.

"Lucifer, calm down, Lucifer..."

Angela pulled Voldemort's collar and shouted anxiously - she was afraid that if Voldemort clashed with the armed men in front of him, his benefactor would undoubtedly die.

Although the magic was powerful, Angela didn't think it could stand up to dozens of submachine guns.

Voldemort was silent, scanning the armed men with his eyes, and the wand lowered in his right hand kept shaking - he wanted to kill someone, but the pressure from these people in front of him was too great.

How to disperse them and then defeat them one by one... The red-eyed Voldemort didn't care whether he was one of his own.

Goldfinger has always had the following disadvantages:

In the darkest moment, he wants to destroy the world...

In the killing moment, he wants to kill everything...

Only Lin Zuo was still sane at all times, but he couldn't use black magic...

"Listen to me, Lucifer, listen to me..."

The girl roared angrily and pulled Voldemort's head hard. When Voldemort finally turned to look at her, she was frightened by the murderous intent in his scarlet eyes.

Voldemort looked at her coldly, then slowly raised his wand, and the tip of the wand was pointed right on the girl's nose.

Angela was so frightened that she cried, but she kept mumbling: "You can kill me, Lucifer, you can, but you can't do this. People who kill devils should not become devils..."

Voldemort knew that he could kill this girl with just a thought, or even a curse.

But the girl's words still touched him...

He who kills the devil should not become a devil. He who gazes into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

He slowly closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

The girl trembled, wondering if a green light would fall next.

"Huh~~~"

Voldemort took a long breath and opened his eyes again. The scarlet color had disappeared, "Nietzsche, right, Angela?"

"What?" Angela, who was still crying, asked in surprise.

"Those who fight monsters should be careful not to become monsters," Voldemort said.

"Oh, yes, Nietzsche, Nietzsche said it."

Angela finally recovered from her fright. She hugged Voldemort tightly again and pressed her face against his back. "It's great that you're okay."

Voldemort did not answer him, but put away his wand and shouted: "Hey, come here and deal with it. Take away all the girls in the church. Don't worry about the others. Just evacuate."

Boqisi had already run over in a hurry, his expression was quite strange, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Curious?" Voldemort asked, sitting on a stone at the entrance of the village.

"Yes, of course, if sir doesn't want to say..."

"There is nothing that cannot be said." Voldemort said, taking out a book from his pocket - the book was obviously larger than the pocket.

Porchis took the book and saw that it said [W.O.M.B.A.T. Test Materials] on the cover. Under the main title, there was a note: Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test.

"Wizard's ordinary magic and basic qualification test? Sir, I don't understand." Porchis said while holding the tome.

"You can learn a lot about my world through this book. If you are knowledgeable enough, you can even take the Ministry of Magic exam."

When Voldemort spoke, there was a cold smile on his face - although the killing moment retreated with Angela's help, the malicious backlash brought by black magic did not.

"Lucifer, are you talking about the magical world?" Angela asked.

"Wizard World, I like to call it that, but it's also called the Wizarding World."

Voldemort explained, and then looked at Porches, "This is a Christmas gift prepared for you. Although I haven't decided on which Christmas to give it to, but... maybe it's appropriate now."

Pochis was silent, his slender face full of surprise, he had not yet been able to get over all this.

"Can I learn? Lucifer, I like..."

"Don't call me Lucifer, Angela, my name is Voldemort, this is my name." Voldemort said - neither of the two people in front of him had anything to do with the wizarding world, so he didn't mind using his real name.

"Voldemort?" Angela smacked her lips and said, "This doesn't look like a personal name."

Voldemort shrugged and looked at Porchis again. He had something to say.

"Sir, I think...maybe...I mean..." He seemed not to know what he wanted to say.

"If you feel that the time has not come yet, I can use the memory spell to erase your memory, and we will remain as we were before." Voldemort said as gently as possible.

This was his most important assistant in the Muggle world. He controlled a large amount of his wealth and could even be said to be the link between himself and the consortium. He had to treat it seriously.

"No, sir, I am willing to serve you, but...my mind is still a little messy, I can't figure out many things, and I also think of many things..."

"For example?" Voldemort asked.

"Like the Dursleys, I wonder if..."

"Harry Potter, he's a wizard, but of course he wasn't when you last saw him."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved to the soldier who came to the side - he wanted to take Angela away for placement, but Voldemort refused.

"Then Manchester United..."

"I am a Manchester United fan and it has nothing to do with magic, at least for now."

"Riddle Consortium..."

"My previous surname, for some special reasons, I hated this surname, so I changed it to Voldemort."

Voldemort knew everything, because if you want to gain the trust of others, you must first give others trust.

"Then our money... is made from magic..."

"No." Voldemort said firmly, "It's just a transaction. Although I used my own ability - not magic - to influence them, it is all real."

Porchis nodded, but there was still some disbelief in his eyebrows.

"The traces of magic cannot be eliminated, Porches, believe me, I did not use magic to affect that financing." Voldemort said firmly.

"I believe you, sir, but this time..."

"We are robbing, Porches, using magic is the same as using a gun. Is there any difference?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

Porchis smiled bitterly and nodded, there was indeed no difference.

"Can I also read this book, Voldemort?" Angela asked Voldemort.

"No, you have to go home and I will erase your memory, Angela. I don't want more people to know about me." Voldemort said.

Angela pouted, but she had different thoughts in her heart.

"Sir, can I enter the wizarding world?" After the initial surprise, Pochs was full of curiosity about the wizarding world again.

"No, at least not yet, Porkys," said Voldemort. "You can't even behave more with the Dursleys, including anyone else."

Porchis looked at Voldemort in confusion, he didn't understand why.

"This is very complicated. You can think that I am the big villain in the wizarding world. They are looking for me everywhere. Of course, there are not many people who dare to look for me. It should be said that there is only one..."

Voldemort briefly told his situation, not much, but enough to make Porchis realize the seriousness of the problem.

In the end, he gave Porchis a choice. He could forget all this, and the advantage was that he didn't have to be involved.

He can also choose to remember and keep these secrets, and the advantage is that he becomes a true confidant in his Muggle world - power and wealth are at his fingertips.

After careful consideration - which took a full three seconds - Porchis decided to become Voldemort's dog.

I, the father of Pierre Porches and the best friend of Vernon Dursley, will cease to be a human being from this day on. I will become a loyal dog to Voldemort... He made up his mind.

Grindelwald: Fight for the greater good and preserve the glory of the wizarding world. The second generation was much different from the first generation, and he had to change.