Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 225 The Ministry of Magic Go To Hell
"Do you know anything about him?"

Voldemort asked, "He is also an immortal, you should have some friendship with him."

"Not much."

Master Flamel shook his head and said, "We have discord in nature. I like to be quiet and refuse trouble. He likes to be lively and loves to show off. Therefore, my understanding is limited."

"But longevity has always been discussed, right?" Voldemort said without giving up.

Long-lived people like Master LeMay and Barry Winkle always hide themselves very deeply.

Just like at the banquet held by Barry Winkle, it is said that as the host of the banquet, when he spoke, he was pretended to be him by the juniors in the family after drinking the compound potion.

He himself hid his identity and hid in that grand banquet to avoid those who had evil intentions.

It was indeed a wise decision, and if Voldemort had been at the banquet, he would have been one of the many evildoers.

"It has indeed been discussed."

Master Flamel became serious again, he thought for a moment before speaking again, "I must explain my own method of immortality."

Voldemort, who was frowning and thinking, became energetic in an instant.

He even looked at Master Flamel in surprise, never expecting that he would take the initiative to tell the secret he wanted to know the most.

But Dumbledore and others frowned a little.

Apparently, they didn't want Voldemort to know the secret.

"Wizards are after immortality."

Master Flamel noticed the reaction of Dumbledore and others, so he gave up telling about his method of immortality immediately, and instead spoke good words for Voldemort.

"Voldemort was a little bit biased - but if you live long enough, it's not a big deal - but he was on the road to longevity that wizards all seek, and it was the right decision. "

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and gave Dumbledore a special wink.

The latter rolled his eyes angrily. He felt that the two should not be allowed to meet.

"Tell me the secret of my longevity, Voldemort..."

"Just call me Tom, Master Flamel, I think calling me Voldemort is disrespectful to you." Voldemort interrupted the other party.

His words made everyone present stunned.

Dumbledore frowned even more, looking as if he was thinking about something.

"Okay, Tom." Master Flamel was kind, he was always very kind, "The secret of my longevity is no different from yours. Of course, it is also somewhat similar to vampires... I have studied them secretly."

When he said the last sentence, Master Flamel half-covered his mouth and seemed to be whispering, but everyone could hear his voice.

And when he said "research", everyone understood what he meant.

Nothing more than skinning cramps, which wizards love to do.

"Soul and blood, these are the main materials of the Philosopher's Stone, the others are not unusual, Tom."

Master Flamel said, and took out a red stone from his bosom, "When I was researching it, I happened to encounter the Black Death. Believe me, without that serious disease, I wouldn't be able to make it."

Voldemort looked at the Sorcerer's Stone with bright eyes, and then at Master Flamel, with a rather surprised expression.

No, are you just tempting me so nakedly?

"Get him, lose the magic power, you won't choose it." Master Flamel said with a smile, and at the same time passed the Philosopher's Stone forward, saying, "You can study it."

Voldemort swallowed, and glanced at Dumbledore, who saw the corner of his mouth twitching.

Come to think of it, he didn't expect this to happen.

"Then let me study it, Master."

Voldemort took the Sorcerer's Stone without saying a word, whether it is used or not, let's study it first.

"Barry Winkle."

Master Flamel smacked his mouth and said, "He seems to be relying on physical talent, at least that's what he told me, you just let me open my heart?"

The turn was a bit steep, and Voldemort didn't react.

"What... oh yes, it's one of my talents to judge whether someone is telling the truth or not." Voldemort didn't say all.

"That's great. I'll try to get you to meet that guy in Barry. Then you can help me make sure what he said is true or not."

Master Flamel pursed his lips, showing a rare hint of anger, or...jealousy?
"Ahem." Dumbledore finally couldn't help but speak, "Nico, I don't think that's necessary, is it?"

His question made Master Flamel stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head vigorously and looked at Dumbledore seriously.

"He's not a vampire, Albus, that old fellow in Barry has a secret, and we need to find out."

He was serious, but he wasn't on the same channel as Dumbledore at all.

"I mean." Dumbledore said with a look at Voldemort, "There's no need to involve him, maybe I can meet and talk with Barry."

Master Flamel immediately shook his head and said, "You are still young and don't understand his cunning."

Voldemort covered his mouth and laughed twice, he thought it was really funny.

Master Flamel didn't seem to understand Dumbledore's meaning at all, and the speech of the two people was completely wrong.

The most fun thing is the phrase "You are still young".

Yes, let you teach me how to be a man every day, someone will teach you how to be a man today.

"Nicole, three students died at Hogwarts this year, all related to Tom, I think..."

"I'm not a teacher at Hogwarts, Albus, and..."

Flamel glanced at Voldemort and said, "I never mind my own business, this is the secret of my longevity."

Without saying a word, Voldemort gave his thumbs up.

"Mr. Flamel, you may not understand what Principal Dumbledore means." Professor McGonagall stood up and said, "What he means is, V...that person is evil, if you teach him too much..."

Before Mag could finish speaking, Master Flamel stretched out his hand and interrupted her.

"I think there's a generation gap between us, Mc...Professor McGonagall, right?"

"Yes."

Master Flamel smiled apologetically, indicating that he would remember her name, and then his expression became serious again.

"In the time I was born, in the [-]th century, the Black Death was rampant, and the Hundred Years' War broke out between England and France. There were too many dead people. Whether it was wizards or Muggles, there were really few good people."

As he said this, he suddenly smiled again, and said, "I remember when I was young, I hated the Plantagenet Dynasty very much, and wished they would perish together with their country."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall stood on the spot in a daze, and Dumbledore also stroked his head helplessly.

Voldemort hid aside and chuckled, and then nodded fiercely when Master Flamel looked over.

"I fully agree with your ideas, Master Flamel, including the destruction of this country." Voldemort puffed out his chest.

"That's just my old thinking, kid."

Master Flamel didn't agree with him, but Voldemort still agreed with him when he said, "I don't think about Muggles now, I just hope that the damned Ministry of Magic - including any one - goes to hell. "

(End of this chapter)