Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 44 Marauder's Map
"Reparaturspruch~~"

Voldemort was using the Restoring Charm in awkward German, which didn't seem to be working very well.

The yew wood wand just "popped" twice, and some yellow-purple light spots spewed out, but it did not form a complete spell.

"It must be a matter of rhythm."

Professor Flitwick said, frowning, "You can try putting the accent on the front,"

Voldemort raised his wand again: "Re~paraturspruch~~"

"Pfft~~"

Still casting spells without results, the wand seemed to be mercilessly mocking the two professors.

The students at the table watched from afar and laughed, the biggest in Slytherin, the smallest in Ravenclaw - personally, Malfoy and the twins stood out equally.

"Don't do this, Mr. Weasley." Hermione pouted and snapped. "That's our professor, we should respect him."

"Of course, Fred, would you laugh at a professor?" George asked his brother.

"Of course not, the powerful Professor Quirrell is working hard to learn the Restoration Curse, and he will definitely succeed... Hahaha..." Fred laughed loudly, and his brother catered to him.

Their words attracted Voldemort's attention. He glanced at the two of them, but he didn't care - they had slapped him in the face in the book, and it was really nothing to laugh at them.

"The syllable is wrong."

Dumbledore came over and stopped in front of Voldemort's dining table, "Longer at the third node, and smaller at the end, like this: Repara~~turspruch~"

He said the spell, and gently waved the Elder Wand, and the confetti in front of Voldemort immediately returned to a blank sheet of paper.

"I didn't expect you to be proficient in German spells, Headmaster, I would have asked you for advice if I knew it." Voldemort said, picked up the paper and tore it open, ready to try it.

"I know a lot of German spells, if you need them, you can ask me."

Dumbledore said, his eyes on Voldemort's wand, waiting for him to cast a spell - it seemed that he wanted to teach the professor he had hired.

"Repara~~turspruch~"

The incantation blurted out, and the wand shot a yellow-purple light instantly, and Voldemort had succeeded.

"Great, your ability to learn is very strong." Dumbledore praised, and at the same time glanced at the book in front of Voldemort - [a hard-to-pronounce repair spell].

"You're studying this spell? Are you looking for that?" He didn't say so, but Voldemort understood.

"Yes, Headmaster, your conjecture is an inspiration to me." Voldemort put away his wand - he was always a little uncomfortable in front of Dumbledore.

"A good idea, but I didn't expect you to choose life magic."

After he finished speaking with a smile, he walked to his dining table and said, "Research hard, I'm sure you will get something."

"I will, Headmaster."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he sat down and began to eat.

During the period, Flitwick would discuss with him the restoration spell from time to time, and it was obvious that he wanted to give his own understanding of the spell.

Voldemort listened carefully and got a lot of useful content from it.

"I really want to listen to your course again, Dean, I think I graduated too soon." Voldemort said half flatteringly, half sincerely.

Flitwick just smiled at this and didn't say much.

After dinner, they went to class separately.

Voldemort's courses today are all students in the third and fourth grades, and this grade is the most difficult to teach.

The first and second grades are still young, and the teaching content is not complicated. The students in the sixth and seventh grades are already mature, and they know how to learn and grow.

The fifth grade is special, and exam-oriented education is their specialty.

Only the third and fourth graders, who are at a moderate age, need to improve their theoretical knowledge and practical ability urgently, and it is very troublesome to teach them.

Fortunately, there was plenty of preparation time during the holidays, and Voldemort made detailed lesson plans, which allowed him to deal with everything with ease.

But one incident in class today earned him the nickname of the most vengeful professor.

It happened in the second class in the afternoon, which belonged to the third and fourth grades of Gryffindor, and Voldemort was teaching the fourth grades.

Opposite him was the third-year Gryffindor classroom, and it was his teaching assistant, Truman from Badger Yard, who told them about their homework.

The lessons were going well, and when Voldemort had the fourth years practice their spells, he called Truman over and asked him to help the fourth years correct their mistakes while he walked over to the third years.

"Let me see Assistant Teacher Truman, if I have explained it clearly to you."

Voldemort said, and began to briefly explain the knowledge points of this class. It took about 10 minutes. Through the interaction with the students, he confirmed that these people had learned the necessary knowledge.

"Very well, boys, and start trying to get your classmate's wand. The Disarming Charm takes a lot of practice, otherwise it's pointless."

He said, walking towards the middle of the students, looking like he was going to remove the chairs and desks - that's what he'd done before in fourth grade.

But when he passed near the Weasley brothers, he stopped suddenly and picked up a piece of parchment from the two brothers' desk.

"Oh, Professor, what are you doing?"

One of the brothers stood up, but Voldemort couldn't tell who it was.

"I was in class over there, and I saw you guys working on this, let me see what you've done." Voldemort said as he unfolded the parchment, but there was nothing on it.

The sitting Weasley was snickering, and when Voldemort looked at him, he said solemnly again: "Professor, that's just a piece of paper, you don't think there's anything wrong with a piece of paper, do you?"

Voldemort's eyes lingered on the faces of the two brothers, as if he wanted to catch them, but he looked helpless.

Just a blank sheet of paper, it doesn't look like he really has a reason to punish the two.

"Then confiscate this piece of paper, Brother Weasley, and don't stare at a piece of parchment in class next time."

said Voldemort angrily, which made him look exasperated.

"You can't, Professor, that's our homework."

"Yes, Professor, you can have this if you want."

"Yes, that piece of paper has special meaning to us and we love it."

"We apologize, we must pay attention next time..."

The two brothers seemed a little flustered, as if the piece of paper was very important, but Voldemort had quickly rolled up the piece of paper and put it in his arms.

"Special meaning? Is it a love letter without words?" Voldemort sarcastically said, "That's just for me to practice the Restoring Charm, which is pretty useless, you know."

The two brothers became more anxious, but Voldemort didn't care at all. He just waved his wand to separate the tables and chairs, and then let the students practice fighting.

"He's taking revenge on you for your mocking in the morning." Lee Jordan whispered to his two roommates - the Weasley brothers looked sad.

"It's too bad, that's important to us."

"Yes, we should find a way to get it back."

"Admit or apologize?"

"Yes, try it after class."

The two brothers thought of a way and implemented it immediately after class.

But Voldemort refused righteously, and said that this was a punishment for their poor listening in class, but everyone could see that he was taking revenge for the two people who laughed at him in the morning.

Because of this, Voldemort got another bad nickname, but he didn't care at all.

Compared to the Marauder's Map, one nickname was nothing, he would change a hundred of them—this was something he needed urgently, and he was willing to pay more for it.

(End of this chapter)