Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 32 Recruiting the Second Generation Death Eaters

"Let me share with you a piece of good news."

Dumbledore opened his arms exaggeratedly, and then pulled his right hand back, "Quelinas Quirrell, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Voldemort got up, and saluted with a smile amidst the applause of the teachers and students - he saw Harry Potter clapping vigorously and saying something loudly to him.

The moment he sat down, he noticed Snape's gaze, which showed no trace of resentment.

"There is also Hagrid that you are familiar with, he became Quirrell's associate professor." Dumbledore continued to introduce.

Hagrid got up in a panic, almost knocking over the table, which caused a roar of laughter, but was then drowned out by applause.

"Under the leadership of Professor Quirrell and with the help of a group of professors, the Maple Leaf training ground has been built. I think it will add a lot of fun to you."

The students started chattering, obviously they didn't know what the Maple Leafs training ground was for, except for Malfoy - he held his head high and was talking about something proudly.

As the son of the school director, it was not difficult for him to know these things, but the annoying manner made Voldemort want to dump him directly.

"Professor Quirrell must tell you the specific purpose and time of use of the Maple Leaf Training Ground, which is part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Okay, then...let's eat."

With Dumbledore waving his hand, many foods immediately appeared on the dinner plate: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages,...

Holding a fork, Voldemort picked out a few dishes and ate them slowly, chatting with the professors on the side from time to time—they got to know each other well after spending a holiday together.

Only Snape and Trelawney didn't like Voldemort very much, the former because of her position, the latter because of instinct, she didn't like anyone very much, except Dumbledore.

After the meal, Dumbledore got up again and explained some things to everyone, including the Forbidden Forest, Quidditch selection, and the restricted area in the corridor on the fourth floor.

Then, he released another news that excited the prefects: "Defense Against the Dark Arts class needs four teaching assistants. All prefects can report to Professor Quirrell after sending off the freshmen."

The 24 prefects were excited for a while. They cast their fiery eyes on Voldemort, and they wished to participate in the selection immediately-becoming a professor's assistant during school, which is a great resume.

But Dumbledore wouldn't let them do that, because he was going to lead everyone in the singing, and Voldemort hummed the entire song on a lilting note, before enjoying the performance of the Weasley brothers.

When all this is over, the freshmen are taken away by their respective prefects, but that only requires two prefects, male and female, from each house.

Thus, the remaining sixteen prefects flocked here.

"Don't worry, children, you all have a chance." Voldemort led them to his office, "but I would say, prefects of seventh and fifth grades, you have little hope of being selected."

"Why? Professor, the seventh grade is the most experienced." A seventh grade prefect said.

"Because of the exam."

Voldemort explained as he walked, "You need to take the Ordinary Wizarding Level exam in fifth grade, which is very important, and seventh grade, the ultimate wizarding grade exam, is also very important."

They couldn't refute this, but whether it was the seventh-grade prefect or the fifth-grade prefect, they all had hope in their hearts—there were not many fifth-grade prefects here, and most of them brought new students there.

"Well, Robert Hilliard will come in with me, and the rest will wait outside."

This name, belonging to the sixth-grade prefect of Laventlaw, shows Voldemort's attitude:

First of all, he is close to the students of this academy, and second, he is inclined to the sixth grade prefect.

Robert Hilliard took a long breath of excitement and nervousness, and then followed Voldemort into his office.

"Sit down, Robert, and don't be nervous."

Voldemort pointed to the seat, and poured another glass of water for Robert, "Tell me what you think of Laventlaw."

"Okay, Professor."

He took the clear water, twisted his body nervously, and said, "But professor, what you said is too broad, may I know, which aspect of your opinion is it?"

Voldemort nodded with a smile, a look of approval on his face.

"It's a trap, Robert, congratulations on not stepping into it."

Robert was taken aback by Voldemort's words, but then he nodded excitedly.

"I need your objective evaluation, the teaching philosophy of our college."

After sitting down, Voldemort said, "What kind of students is Ravenclaw cultivating, or what kind of people does it want students to become in the future."

Robert nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I think the academy is to cultivate intelligent people."

Voldemort nodded and said, "It's too broad, let's be more specific."

"Okay, Professor."

Robert was silent again, and spoke after a while, "I think the college wants us to become people who use wisdom to guide our lives after graduation."

Voldemort nodded, a satisfied expression on his face, but he didn't speak - he needed something solid, not empty.

"Our Head Flitwick is known to be good at dueling," he went on.

"Yes, he was good at it when he taught me." Voldemort interjected, which made Robert smile happily, and the tension eased a lot.

"But he was never keen on teaching us to duel."

The tension eased, and Robert spoke much faster.

"When I was in the lower grades, I was also keen on duels. At that time, I asked the dean for advice and asked him why he didn't teach us duels."

"Why?" Voldemort asked.

"He didn't give me the answers, but let me find the answers myself."

Robert's speaking speed is getting faster and faster, which proves that he has found the answer and has completely shaken off his tension. "After a long period of study and thinking, I have found the answer."

Voldemort looked at him expectantly.

"Because dueling isn't what life is all about, and that's not really how to fight."

Robert said, "Use wisdom to guide your life and make long-term plans and considerations. If you think comprehensively enough, many people will never have to fight or participate in battles in their lives."

Voldemort nodded in agreement.

"And once you get into the habit of dueling—I'm not saying it's bad—but it will definitely make people narrow-minded, and even after they have achieved success in this area, they will think that fighting can solve all problems."

"Very good theory, you must have examined yourself," said Voldemort loudly.

"Yes, I have thought hard about the meaning of a duel," said Robert.

"The results of it?"

"The result is meaningless." Robert said with a bitter face, "If the mysterious man was still there, his followers would not bow first, and then cast the Unforgivable Curse on me."

"uncertain."

Voldemort's words stunned Robert, "I have heard people say that among those people, there is a big fool who likes to duel with others, and he will do so even when he has an absolute advantage."

"The result?" Robert asked in amazement.

"In the end he died, hahaha..."

Voldemort threw back his head and laughed, making Robert laugh too.

The sound spread outside, causing many prefects to look at each other in confusion, and naturally no one could guess the reason.

"I am very satisfied with your answer, then, please answer my next question, how many offensive and defensive spells have you mastered?"

Voldemort asked the second question, and Robert immediately answered seriously.

After about 10 minutes, all the inquiries were over. After asking Robert not to reveal the content of the exam questions, Voldemort asked him to call the next prefect.

"I can't give you the answer right now, but you've done a great job." Under Robert's expectant eyes, Voldemort gave such an answer.

He couldn't be sure which one was better until he had met all of them, but he was still very satisfied with this Robert.

I have to say that this kid made Voldemort feel that this was a good start.

Perhaps among these people, there could really be a leader of the second generation of Death Eaters... Voldemort thought to himself.

　The kind that recruits second-generation Death Eaters and part-time prisoners of Azkaban, is anyone here?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)