Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 34
At seven o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the office door.

The sleeping Voldemort woke up, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

God is sorry, Mrs. Pince came back last night, he couldn't wait to enter the library in the middle of the night, and picked out a few books to read.

This [Origin of Magic - From the Past to the Future] is his favorite book. He didn't fall asleep until he saw the dawn of the sky. In the end...

"Percy, it's too early." Voldemort said, looking at the cautious red-haired boy outside the door.

"Sorry Professor, but I have something to say."

Percy was a little excited, "I told Professor McGonagall last night, but she wants to give me an answer today. I will go there in the morning. Professor McGonagall said that the principal will discuss this matter with you."

"Principal Dumbledore?" His drowsy head woke up instantly, and Voldemort took a glass of water for himself, "but I didn't get any news from the principal."

Percy nodded and said, "I went to the principal's office, and he asked me to invite you over."

Voldemort grinned, he was such a good boy.

"Now?"

"Yes, he is waiting for you in the office, the password is honey water."

"Okay, I'll go up now."

Voldemort took out a copy of [Encountering a Faceless Monster] from the bookshelf, picked up the [Origins of Magic] that had fallen on the ground before, and walked out of his office.

"Professor, please do your best to let me be your teaching assistant, that's very important to me." Percy followed behind him and murmured.

"Okay, Percy, I will try my best, you go to eat, don't follow me."

After leaving Percy, Voldemort walked directly to the spiral escalator not far away. This is a shortcut from the third floor to the eighth floor, which can save a lot of time.

"Honey water." In front of the familiar stone statue, Voldemort cheered up and said.

"boom."

The statue jumped away, revealing the passage inside, and Voldemort walked straight up it.

"Good morning, Quirrell, I hope I didn't disturb your rest." Dumbledore said to him while stirring an unknown liquid in a gorgeous purple nightgown.

"Fortunately, I was going to get up too." Voldemort replied with a smile, and then sat directly in front of the huge desk, and put the two books in his hand on it.

"[Origin of Magic], a very good book, the description of Merlin in it is very interesting."

Dumbledore came to him with the stirred liquid, "Chocolate honey sauce, do you want to try it?"

"No, Headmaster, this is too sweet," Voldemort refused.

Dumbledore shrugged, turned back to sit behind the desk, poured himself a glass, and drank more than half of it in one gulp.

"The great wizard Merlin is walking on the road of elemental magic. He wants more wizards to join him, but obviously not every wizard is called Green. Elemental magic requires unique talents."

Dumbledore memorized a large section of the book, much to Voldemort's amazement.

"You liked the book?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, who wouldn't want to explore the origins of magic?"

Dumbledore raised his hand exaggeratedly, "The guesses in this book are the most reliable I have ever seen. You can check page 230, where I have some ideas written down."

Voldemort nodded, and jotted down the page number in his mind - he had to say, he was amazed at Dumbledore's memory, is this really a 109-year-old man?

"I heard that your magic has mutated, can you let me take a look?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes behind the half-moon lenses were full of curiosity.

"Okay, Headmaster, but it doesn't work right now."

As Voldemort spoke, he cast an Illuminating Charm, and the halo escaped from his wand, turning into points of light and floating into the air.

Dumbledore didn't hold his wand, he just waved his hand, and the light floated towards him.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" said Dumbledore. "I can feel the magic in it. It should have disappeared, but something is stopping it."

"Yes, I can't figure out why." Voldemort said.

"Did something special happen?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort shook his head, he couldn't say it was because of his skills.

"That's your talent. Just like Merlin, no one in the wizarding world has used elemental magic as well as him."

Dumbledore waved his hand again, letting the light spot float above the heads of the two, "Don't worry about it, let me see how long it lasts."

"Okay, Headmaster." Voldemort nodded in response, and asked again, "I don't know if you asked me to come, what do you want to discuss."

"Oh, yes, about Percy." Dumbledore's eyes finally moved away from the light spot, "Is there no better prefect in Gryffindor? He has exams this year."

"I have also considered this issue. In other colleges, I chose the prefects who are not under the pressure of exams in the sixth grade, but I have to say that Percy is the best in Gryffindor. Others are also fine. It depends on you. .”

Voldemort expressed his thoughts directly, letting Dumbledore call the shots.

"if so……"

It can be seen that Dumbledore hesitated, which made Voldemort puzzled-this is not a difficult decision.

"Allow me to ask an impolite question."

Dumbledore frowned and asked, "Didn't you make such a decision to get the Time Converter?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise. Before Dumbledore spoke, he hadn't thought of it at all-he just wanted a Death Eater named Weasley.

"puff."

The light spots in the sky went out, Voldemort woke up from surprise, and Dumbledore also wore an apologetic smile on his face.

"Sorry, Quirrell, I was thinking too much." He shook his head and said with a wry smile, "You must forgive a confused old man who is lost in the fog."

On Voldemort's face, there was an expression of not caring, but deep in his heart, he was thinking about the meaning of Dumbledore's words-was he anxious because he couldn't find me?

"I don't mind, Headmaster," said Voldemort, "but I have to say, your words remind me that if I have the chance, I think I will study it."

Dumbledore smiled wryly: "You used it in the third grade. That thing is indeed special, but it is also difficult to study and understand."

"I was young at that time, just like at that time, I would not think about the origin of magic." Voldemort said.

"Well, whatever you want, but please remember." Dumbledore became serious, "Don't try to use it, the magic of adults has a great influence on it, and you may get lost in the mists of time."

Voldemort nodded earnestly to show that he understood, but then pointed to the place above the two heads where the light spot had disappeared before.

"My magic also has this characteristic, I think it will facilitate my research." This is Voldemort's real thought.

"Indeed."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, and said, "As for your magical properties, if you need to, you can ask me to study them at any time. The old man's insight is still useful occasionally."

"Thank you, Headmaster, I will come to you if necessary." Voldemort said, getting up to leave, after all, the matter has been settled.

"How about the curse, has it ever happened?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not at all, Headmaster," said Voldemort.

"Well, if there is a problem with this matter, you can also tell me."

Dumbledore stood up and said while sending him away, "I will write to the Ministry of Magic myself. Percy's things will be mailed to him soon."

"This is good news for him, and I thank you on his behalf, Headmaster."

"He's a good boy and he deserves it."

The two said their goodbyes, and Voldemort went downstairs to the Great Hall - which was both the auditorium and the dining room.

　Dumbledore in the mist, I hope he will clear the clouds and mist as soon as possible, great white wizard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)