Hogwarts time travel

"Hehe, hehe." Voldemort let out a deep laugh, but no matter how he heard it, he was full of anger.

To Voldemort, saying the name he didn't want to mention is the greatest harm to him, and the effect is better than scolding.

Now Voldemort has the upper hand, considering that there will be a general election, he suppressed the killing intent in his heart and showed a ferocious smile.

"That's all in the past, I'm Voldemort now, you can call me the Dark Lord, or like those gutless wizards, You-Know-Who."

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious Man." Ollivander didn't intend to provoke Voldemort, so he changed his name smoothly.

"I heard that you are preparing for the ministerial election recently, how do you have time to visit my small shop?"

"This is not a small shop. You are too modest, Mr. Ollivander."

"Three major wand suppliers in Europe, if this is also a small shop, then all the shops in Diagon Alley should be regarded as street stalls."

As if amused by his own humor, Voldemort let out a hoarse laugh that echoed throughout the dark room.

"I came to you because I want you to take up my new position in the Ministry of Magic."

"Let me see, what about 'Wand Management'?"

"I will take over the management of wands throughout the UK. Only recognized wizards are eligible to get wands. This will also greatly prevent wands from leaking into the hands of mudbloods and ensure the purity of wizards. What do you think?"

Ollivander looked at Voldemort in shock, and said, "Muggle-born should also have the right to obtain a wand. It is unreasonable to use bloodlines."

Voldemort nodded, "I know, so for mudbloods who are loyal to me, they will be treated no less than pure blood. As long as they are loyal, I will treat them equally."

Ollivander was horrified watching Voldemort say something different from the past about equality, and felt terrified in his heart.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"Building a great age, the age that I rule." Voldemort laughed, his tone high and bright.

"You know, the supremacy of pure blood is actually just a slogan. If there were really only pure blood left, wizards would have perished long ago."

"Under my rule, pure-blood, half-blood, Muggle, these distinctions will disappear, and there will only be two factions in the world: those who are loyal to me, and those who are not."

"Of course, that's for the future. I'm going to be the Minister of Magic first."

Ollivander looked at Voldemort stupidly, and it took him a long time to answer slowly.

"Forgive me for disagreeing. The wand is pure and should not be associated with politics." Ollivander rejected Voldemort's suggestion, his body tensed, and he was ready to accept Voldemort's killing curse at any time.

Surprisingly, Voldemort seemed remarkably calm, just nodded, showing no anger at being rejected.

Ollivander saw that Voldemort might be leaving, and an idea came to his mind.

There was no time to speak, and the words had already blurted out.

"Have you found the strongest wand yet?"

Voldemort froze for a moment, took out the yew wand from under his robe, and placed it gently on the table.

"You are right, Mr. Ollivander, there is no strongest wand in this world, only the strongest person, and I am the strongest person, so my wand will naturally be the strongest."

"I don't want to look for the strongest wand anymore, it's too empty."

Voldemort stretched out his slender knuckles and held them in mid-air.

"I'm going to hold on to reality, a reality I've created with my own hands."

"I will become the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, and maybe the Minister of Magic of Europe in the future, and then higher positions, step by step, bringing the world into my hands."

Ollivander looked at Voldemort, his body trembled violently, and an unprecedented fear was born in his heart.

The current Voldemort is no longer the one who killed people at every turn in the past. He now has a more ambitious goal. All his arrogance and evil will be hidden by him. This world will usher in a more terrifying existence. He will not be innocent. Instead of using force, he ruled the British Ministry of Magic with something more profound.

A Voldemort who has given up his arrogance, has a clear mind, and is willing to blend into reality, he will completely change the world.

In a daze, Ollivander seemed to see a figure filled with sunlight, and in the corner of that figure, there was infinite darkness hidden.

Snape on the side looked at Voldemort in shock. He didn't know that Voldemort still had such lofty ideals. In front of the Death Eaters, Voldemort always behaved cruelly and violently, like a brainless terrorist. Pu believes that Voldemort can't achieve great things.

But what he didn't expect was that Voldemort's cruelty was actually his disguise, and even the slogan he had been advocating was just his method. He was very clear that violence could only be maintained for a while, and only after he had integrated into the social order In order to completely control the world.

Voldemort was so terrifying, his ambition even concealed from the Death Eaters who lived with him day and night, if not for Lily's sacrifice, maybe Voldemort could really become the Minister of Magic.

Voldemort has a fatal weakness. His desire to control is too strong. He cannot allow a ridiculous prophecy to make the situation out of control. For this reason, he did not hesitate to break the prophecy himself. In the end, he failed and became part of the prophecy.

Voldemort left the wand shop, and Snape walked behind Ollivander to see him stand up abruptly, go to the desk, and start to scribble on the blueprint.

Time flowed again, this was the second time, but the elapsed time was not as long as last time, and calm was quickly restored, with noisy shouts and cheers coming from outside.

The old man with long beard and unkempt Ollivander lay on the table, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked out the door suspiciously.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and it was the young version of the owner of the ice cream shop, who excitedly shouted: "Come on! Mr. Ollivander! Harry Potter defeated the You-Know-Who, and the You-Know-Who disappeared!" "

"Harry Potter?" Ollivander chewed on the name, stood up abruptly, swayed, and staggered towards the door.

Snape followed closely and walked outside the wand shop.

At this time, Diagon Alley has become a sea of ​​joy. All the wizards have taken off the hoods they wear all day long, and they are enjoying the long-lost sunshine with their heads up. No matter they are men, women, old or young, they are excitedly embracing each other and sharing excitedly. with a happy mood.

A passing goblin was picked up by a male wizard and held up high. A reporter quickly pressed the shutter, recording the historic moment.

The air was filled with joy, and all the disputes and contradictions seemed to have dissipated today. Ollivander stared blankly at the street scene, shedding hot tears.

Standing behind Ollivander, the expression on Snape's face was still indifferent, and now he even looked a little stern, like ice on a cold day.

Few people knew that the victory they were celebrating was brought about by a witch named Lily, and they would only toast Harry Potter, and no one cared about Lily's existence.

Only Snape knew that there was a witch named Lily who had created this almost impossible victory.

But she fell on the eve of victory.