Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort thanked Freddy. If it weren't for him, he would never have dared to go back to school immediately.

Music can wash away life and the gloom in life, and Freddie's music is even more so.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Quirrell. Did anything good happen over the weekend?" Headmaster Flitwick asked him.

"Yes, my favorite team has been spotted by a wealthy man. They promised to invest 20 million a year in the team's construction. Long live Manchester United." Voldemort said excitedly.

Headmaster Flitwick blinked, gave a final smile, and refused to communicate with him any further.

Damn, what 20 million? What long live Manchester United? What am I talking about when I ride on horseback... Flitwick is messy in the wind.

"I will go take a look when I have time, Quirrell, you have made me interested in football." Dumbledore said as he passed by.

"In advance, Headmaster, I need to buy tickets for you." Voldemort joked.

Dumbledore blinked and left without saying anything.

Not far away, Snape looked at the two of them with a dark face, his eyes full of evil - this guy had been talked about a lot by the students recently, and he had become synonymous with the Dark Lord among the students.

Poor Snape, he couldn't cleanse himself even if he jumped into the Thames.

"Professor, I have something to tell you."

Voldemort was about to leave after breakfast when he was stopped by Percy.

"you say."

"Do you still remember your proposal that day, allowing me to act on your behalf?" Percy asked him.

"Of course, you are allowed to deduct and punish students below fifth grade. What, have you figured it out?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Professor, Slytherin has gone too far. They have been slandering me, so..."

"If that's all, no, Percy." Voldemort shook his head and refused, "Although I allow you to do that, but if you only target Slytherin..."

"No, Professor, I will be fair and impartial, you know my character." Percy said, puffing out his chest.

"Okay, I will tell Professor McGonagall that this requires the permission of the Vice-Principal." After Voldemort said this, he said goodbye and left.

He did not go to Professor McGonagall immediately, but went to class first.

The senior students were treated with Voldemort's smiling face for the first time, which made them a little uncomfortable.

"Music, kids, listen to more music, that's good stuff."

Before get out of class ended, he said something that no one could understand, but that was no longer important. Voldemort went to find McGonagall.

"You mean, transfer your rights to Percy?" Mag's eyes widened in surprise.

Voldemort nodded and calmly told the reason:

Due to his own mistakes, Percy suffered Slytherin's malice. He needed weapons, and Voldemort decided to provide them to him.

McGonagall hesitated and refused, but Voldemort did not give up and asked her to consult the headmaster.

So during dinner, Percy got his wish and launched a counterattack against Slytherin.

Voldemort frowned when he saw Malfoy. Sure enough, for Percy and Harry, it was this little guy who was causing trouble behind them.

But Voldemort is happy to see the results. This is good training for both Malfoy and Percy.

Time began to pass quickly, and Voldemort was immersed in the study of magic. The killing moment of that day gave him a lot of experience, and now he has a different understanding of magic.

The repair spell was still his main research object, but there was no breakthrough, so he was not in a hurry. The Muggles were working on it day and night, and the results would be out soon.

Christmas is coming, and Voldemort showed great interest in it: "We should decorate it well so that the children can have a happy childhood."

Faced with his high-profile declaration, Flitwick responded positively - he participated in the Christmas decorations every year - Professor McGonagall saw that Quirrell was so active and decided to give him the lead.

So Professor Dark Arts began planning Christmas. In addition to Dean Flitwick, he also brought in Filch and Hagrid, and finally Hermione also volunteered.

Voldemort was happy with this, and he and Hermione planned the layout of the entire castle—in fact, most of the layout was Hermione's idea, but he still put forward his own opinions.

Before Christmas, there was one more thing Quirrell was worried about, and that was the Quidditch game.

In this competition, according to his memory, he went crazy again.

If it hadn't been for the last accident, he might still have chosen to escape, but now he has some different views.

At the same time, he also found some books related to fate and tried to find the reasons why he could not change his fate, but to no avail.

Even though he specifically sought out Trelawney, the master of prophecy, he didn't get the answer from the drunkard - instead he got a few unreliable prophecies, and Voldemort believed that he had listened to the drunkard.

Trelawney's prophecy can only be effective if she seems so dull that she doesn't even remember what she said.

If she was talking seriously, it would be best to treat it as a drinking conversation.

Unable to change his destiny, Voldemort began to plan how to maximize his interests in the known destiny.

Last time, due to an accident, Snape took the blame.

But this time, he was ready to take the initiative. Anyway, Dumbledore said, "Watch Snape, okay?", and he had received the decree.

As for Voldemort's plan, Snape had no idea.

It's just that every time he looked at Voldemort, he felt that the other person was not a good person - who in Hogwarts now thinks that Snape is a good person?

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"Evil curses, poisonous curses, and curses are collectively referred to as Dark Curses." Voldemort said loudly in class. "When using evil curses, the caster must keep his eyes on the victim."

He said, looking at Miss Know-It-All. The little guy listened very carefully. Voldemort believed that she could remember everything he wanted her to remember.

"There is a very interesting way to interrupt the curse, forcing the caster to take his eyes away from the target. Haha, this kind of spell obviously has no power. Of course, not all curses are like this."

Hermione wrote "shuashuashua" in her notebook, and Voldemort waited for her before continuing.

"Poisonous curses cause pain to people, and they are more terrifying than evil curses..."

Voldemort continued to speak, but these were just normal contents. He never had to wait for a long time like before.

After this lesson, Voldemort began to wait quietly for the game day to arrive.

He was sure that he would be cursed that day, but that was not important, he could control it.

The problem was how to draw everyone's attention to Snape without attracting anyone else's attention.

The best way is to use Hermione. In her memory, Miss Know-It-All solved everything using the fire-making spell.

If this continues, Hermione will become my accomplice... Voldemort thought excitedly.

If in the future little Hermione knew that she had been helping the Dark Lord through several unintentional actions, she didn't know whether she would collapse.

But she may not necessarily follow the same fate as before, and she may become a Death Eater.

After all, when fate comes, we can only embrace it and cannot refuse it.

The performance of the last chapter was not good, and I caused trouble for everyone. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I was willful. I will never make such low-level mistakes in the future. I will add another chapter to make up for the hurt hearts of book friends. By the way, please vote~~ ~~