Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Sisley just admired his magical body in bed, admiring it for the whole lunch break.

Not long after, Harry and Ron reluctantly climbed out of bed and went to attend the two-session History of Magic in the afternoon.

Sisley was once again the only one left in the dormitory. Seeing this, Sisley also took out Voldemort's diary and wrote in it.

"Your student days were truly legendary."

[It stands to reason that your talent is also very good. If you can, you can do it. Why should you lament the stories passed down by others instead of creating your own? 】Writing appeared in the diary.

"Lazy, I have always believed that power, wealth, or favors are just accessories of power. As long as you have power, these things will not be lacking. So why should I spend time managing those things? Isn't it good to spend time working hard to improve myself? ?”

[A very good mentality, but don’t forget the various scenery in life...]

Sisley and Voldemort were chatting, and Voldemort suddenly started to feed Sisley chicken soup. Sisley was stunned for a moment.

"Strange? Could it be that the teacher took over?" Sisley looked at the chicken soup that kept appearing in the diary and murmured in confusion.

[What spells are you learning recently? Maybe I can help you. ] Voldemort said in the diary.

"Well, that's right." Sisley said reassuringly, and continued to write: "I'm sorry, I always wanted the teacher to teach me, but he never taught me. I think my self-control is pretty good. On."

[Crucianodon... That's the Unforgivable Curse. It's strange that your teacher is willing to teach it to you. 】

"That's it, there are three unforgivable curses, but which of those famous wizards can't do it? Speaking of which, I still feel that my teacher has spared me a hand." Sisley deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied with Dumbledore. wrote.

[Hmm... That's right. When I was in school, many students used the Imperius Curse. After all, compared to causing extreme pain and direct death, making people act according to their own instructions is just a small thing. Just a prank. 】

"Right... They should all be pure bloods, and they have been taught by their families," Sisley continued.

【Um? Shouldn't the Thorne family also be purebloods? 】Very confusing handwriting appeared on the notebook.

"My generation has declined. My mother passed away when she gave birth to me. My father has gone to who knows where. He has been living in the Muggle world since childhood." Sislati wrote with a pen.

[Oh, this is so unfortunate. 】

Sisley looked at the handwriting that appeared and sneered. He felt that Voldemort's true nature of being a teacher was about to be revealed by him. By then, wouldn't he be able to cut out the bones? Jie Jie Jie Jie! ! !

"Yes, I grew up in an orphanage and was not picked up by a teacher from Hogwarts until I was eleven years old. But I was pretty good. I inherited a treasury, but it was a pity that it only had gold Galleons and not those things. High-end magical knowledge."

"I feel that if I continue to study in such a hazy way at Hogwarts, my life will be gloomy. I may just randomly find a position in the Ministry of Magic and waste my life, never being able to touch the top of magic again."

"When I think of this, I just feel that life is meaningless." Sisley wrote in a sighing tone.

[It doesn’t have to be like this. You are only in second grade now. When you are in fourth grade, you will learn truly useful and powerful magic. ] Voldemort comforted.

"No, there are textbooks from my father's school days in the vault. The most advanced one is the Patronus Charm, and the most powerful one is just the Thunderbolt Explosion."

"Now I just feel that the school has taken the wrong path. It brings together a group of young wizards with some powerful magic talents to teach useless household magic. In this way, the powerful magic will slowly be taken to the grave. By that day... .I don’t even dare to think about it.” Sisley just made up nonsense in such a serious manner to deceive poor Mr. Voldemort.

[That’s not the case, those pure-blood families will still retain those magics, as well as Durmstrang. ] Voldemort said in a soothing tone.

"Pure-blood family! Pure-blood family! Obviously I am also from a pure-blood family! But I only have a lot of gold Galleons that are of no use at all. No, those are not my gold Galleons!"

"I don't have great power, I'm just helping others keep Galleons!!!"

"This fucking school!"

After finishing writing, Sisley quickly put down his pen and patted his face. He believed what he wrote and quickly sobered up.

【...I can understand you. 】Writing appeared in the notebook.

"Can you?" Sisley raised his eyebrows and wrote again.

[Of course, our situation is similar. I also grew up in an orphanage during my childhood, and was later taken away by Hogwarts and put into Slytherin. 】

[Strength is respected here. Without strength, you can only be stepped on by others. Not only Slytherin, but also the other three colleges, they just have different names. 】

[It took me a long time to go from being stepped on to being stepped on. If you really want to learn powerful black magic... give me a day to prepare lessons, and I will teach you starting tomorrow. 】

Sisley looked at the writing that appeared in the notebook and smiled happily.

"A word is settled!"

【certainly! 】

Sisley closed the diary and put it into the storage ring.

"The teacher only said he wouldn't let me learn bad things from Voldemort, but he didn't say he wouldn't let me learn magic from Voldemort." Sisley lay back on the bed and said in a good mood.

The depression in my heart also dissipated, and I slowly fell asleep.

......

"Sisley? Wake up, it's time to eat."

Sisley opened his eyes dimly, looked at Hermione, and sat up faintly.

"Well, what's delicious?" Sisley opened the paper bag and took a look. Yes, they were all his favorites.

Sisley just started eating, while Hermione sat aside and watched quietly with her delicate chin propped up.

Soon, Sisley finished eating, and Hermione said: "Well, you said you would give me extra lessons before, does that still count?"

Harry and Ron, who were playing chess on the side, also heard it. Harry stood up quickly and was about to sign up, but was immediately dragged down by Ron.

"You can ask Sisley for tutoring anytime, why bother being a lightbulb." Ron said softly.

"Oh." Harry nodded in realization.

"Want to make up a lesson?" Sisley said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded.

"Well... follow me." Sisley stood up and pulled Hermione out of the dormitory.

After walking out of Gryffindor Tower, Hermione asked quietly: "Where to go?"

"A secret room." As he said this, Sisley took Hermione to the bathroom at the end of the corridor in the library and found the faucet with the Slytherin symbol engraved on it.

"Hiss!" Sisley said, imitating Dumbledore's tone that day, and slowly, a pipe appeared.

"I'm quite talented in languages." Sisley said to himself.

"Go down." With that, Sisley jumped down, like a slide, and finally stood on the ground. Not long after, Hermione also slid down.

"Where is this?" Hermione asked, looking at the vast secret room.

"Don't we need tutoring?" Sisley spread his hands and said.

"Oh, okay, what to study?" Hermione quickly straightened up and said.

"During the vacation, I taught you how to radiate your magic power. How was your practice?" Sisley asked while taking off the tie tied around his collar.

"Good practice, and...what are you doing?" Hermione couldn't help but take a half step back as she watched Sisley take off his tie.

"Of course it's the test results." Sisley raised his hand slightly, and Hermione was instantly unable to move.

He walked up to Hermione, covered Hermione's eyes with a tie, then reached out and took off Hermione's tie, tied Hermione's hands together behind her back, and finally restrained Hermione. Lift.

"Sisley~ What are you doing?" Hermione, who was blindfolded and her hands tied, asked tremblingly.

"Didn't I say, test your practice results, but if you fail, you will be punished." Sisley waved his hand casually, and a black leather pointer appeared in his hand.