Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 43 Destiny Star Offset

"Do you know how many countries England has invaded? More than 150..."

"The notorious British East India Company, you can go and find out..."

"Irish famine, Indian famine, go see what Churchill said..."

"Learn about the 'Black War', Australia's Tasmanians are extinct..."

……

How long does it take to go from eager to try to loveless?
Probably not even a supper time.

When the lovely little Hermione stepped into the office full of expectations, she had no idea that what awaited her was such a "luxury" baptism.

As a child, her Three Views were still in the stage of developing, and she suddenly received such a huge amount of information that was diametrically opposed to her cognition, which made her feel bad.

Voldemort finally noticed Hermione's pale face after cursing.

"Of course, these are negative things, England have done some good things." He had to say this, so as not to be too provocative.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked immediately.

"Eh...he has accumulated enough wealth to squander for many years for the people of his country. Take a look at the British Museum, which is full of treasures. If you sell some casually, it will be enough to squander for many years."

This sentence did not have any positive effect. Hermione, who was bombarded by Voldemort for a while, understood from the words that it was all about war and plunder.

"But at least, keep many antiques from being destroyed, won't you?" She struggled to find a positive side from this sentence.

"Of course, one day in the future, someone will definitely leave with an antique from their own country, but there is a high probability that they will be stopped."

Thinking of the scene in the Louvre, Voldemort wanted to laugh—that black guy hugged him so naturally.

Hermione's little face turned pale again, she chewed the sausage dumbly, turning into an emotionless eater.

"It is very difficult to judge whether a country's administrative policies are good or bad." Voldemort said slowly after eating the last piece of sausage on the plate.

He felt it necessary to give Miss Know-it-All a break.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Professor." Miss Know-it-all raised her head, and the light in those eyes disappeared.

The country she is proud of is not what she imagined. Such a shock is not something she can bear at the age of 11.

"A country is an aggregate, which is composed of countless ideas. Some people have a greater influence on this aggregate, such as the president and prime minister, and some people have less influence on it, such as civilians."

Miss Know-it-All slowly recovered from Voldemort's slow words. She nodded thoughtfully, indicating that she could understand the concept.

"These consciousnesses are gathered together, and complex interpersonal relationships, political attitudes, and conflicts of interest will form internal friction, and the will that is finally expressed is only the most desired and most instinctive."

"What kind of desire and instinct is that?" asked Miss Know-It-All.

"Survival, this is the first instinct, followed by profit, and the form shown is plunder."

There was finally some gleam in the eyes of Miss Vanguard, and she couldn't wait to ask: "Are all countries like this?"

Voldemort nodded and said, "This has been the case since ancient times."

"Then there is no country that can do better?" Miss Wanshitong asked expectantly.

"Of course there is. It requires a strong culture as the foundation. Only in this way can we show some restraint, but in essence, we still need to plunder."

As Voldemort said, what came to mind was the sentence in the Tao Te Ching:
The way of heaven is to make up for what is lacking while damaging enough; the way of man is to make up for what is not enough.

"Which culture can do this? Do we have it in the UK?" Miss Passionate asked expectantly.

"Of course the UK doesn't have it. If it had, it wouldn't have done those things."

Voldemort's words made Miss Know-it-all's expression darken.

"You don't have to pay too much attention to these. When you graduate from Hogwarts, you can go to the Muggle school system to study. They have different opinions there, and what I said is indeed very one-sided."

These words finally made Miss Passionate feel better.

She took a sip of milk, adjusted her state and asked, "Does the professor think that knowledge from the Muggle world is also useful to the wizarding world?"

"You can understand the wizarding world as a country, and then see what it is doing, and you will know whether the knowledge of the Muggle world is useful to the wizarding world."

"What is the wizarding world doing?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Hide yourself."

Voldemort showed a big smile, "I just said that survival is the first instinct of a country. From this, it can be seen that the wizarding world is afraid."

Hermione blinked in disbelief, she thought the professor must be crazy, how could wizards be afraid of Muggles if they were so powerful.

"You don't believe it?" Voldemort asked.

Hermione nodded in astonishment, and then felt that something was wrong with her, so she lowered her head again.

"It's normal that you don't believe it. Almost no one in the entire wizarding world believes this sentence."

Voldemort let out a long breath, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again, "You know the atomic bomb, right? Do you think that thing can solve Hogwarts?"

"How is it possible." Hermione said in surprise, "Muggles can't find it here."

"Go and read [Hogwarts-A School History]. Muggles can see it, but in their eyes, this is a wasteland."

Voldemort said softly, "Also, they can't get close, but it doesn't mean they can't measure their position."

"That's hard, isn't it?" Hermione asked, wriggling around uncomfortably.

"Of course, but don't forget the Squibs. They can see Hogwarts clearly, and they can help people in the Muggle world understand the wizarding world." Voldemort said with a shrug.

"But they are also part of the wizarding world, so they shouldn't do anything to harm the wizarding world, right?" Hermione asked with some uncertainty.

"There is no shortage of traitors anywhere, it is clearly written in the history books."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he finally lost interest in talking. He felt that he had said enough, and if he continued, he would really be exposed.

"Okay, Hermione, these are not things we should think about, Principal Dumbledore will solve everything, he is the greatest white wizard, we have to trust him."

Hermione nodded, but her frown revealed her thoughts - in her heart, the seeds of doubt had been planted, and this was Voldemort's purpose.

"Our conversation today, I hope you don't talk about it."

Voldemort spoke again, already entering the aftermath link.

He didn't want Hermione to spread his words around, which would undoubtedly reveal a lot of his thoughts, and even attract Dumbledore's attention again.

"I will, Professor, and I can't explain it either."

Hermione let go of the confused thoughts in her heart, and said with a bitter smile - she is indeed outstanding, an 11-year-old girl, it is difficult to behave as mature as her.

"When you get older, experience more things, and read more comprehensive books, you will naturally understand all of this."

Voldemort said with a smile, "This is not a great idea, especially for wizards born in the Muggle world, we will never be as arrogant as wizards."

"Yes, professor, I think what you said today has given me a deeper understanding of the world. My father said: Don't look at the world one-sidedly, whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world." Hermione said seriously .

"You have a good father. If I have the chance, I hope to meet him." Voldemort said with a smile.

"That's really great, he really hopes to have a friend in the wizarding world." Hermione said happily.

"Looking forward to that day."

Voldemort got up and said, "But now you need to go back to rest, Hermione, it's getting late."

"what."

Little Hermione screamed and jumped up from the chair, "I forgot the time, sorry Professor, I'm leaving first."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Voldemort to express her opinion, she picked up her book and ran out in a hurry.

"I hope you can see the world, something more essential."

After little Hermione left, Voldemort said expectantly.

Then he snapped his fingers, summoned Dawa, told him to pack everything up, and fell asleep on the bed.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and if he continued, he was afraid that he would die suddenly—if wizards would die suddenly.

　Please ask for tickets, after all, I have not asked for one day, no recommendation, no motivation...

　　


(End of this chapter)