Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 68 No.60 The Patron Saint of Hagrid with the Eight Palms
"Stupid, pompous woman."

Voldemort roared, stepped back and knocked on the door, and after a while Maxo opened the cell door.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't say anything, hum, stupid woman, he was brainwashed by the mysterious man."

The word "mysterious person" made Marko tremble in horror.

"These people have been brainwashed, forget it, I'd better observe Hagrid's state more, if not, let him eat chocolate." Voldemort said, and retreated with Maxtor.

"Since this matter has not been done, there is no need to tell the dean."

Voldemort said to Marko, "Going back to school, Snape is always making trouble for me. I don't want to hear him say I'm incompetent behind my back."

"Good senior." Marko nodded in response.

He didn't think it was a problem, and he didn't want the senior to be laughed at by Snape - he already knew that the senior had fought Snape through the injured Dean Flitwick.

"What are the grades of the children in our academy?" He asked again.

Voldemort angrily criticized the students of the Eagle Academy, saying that they were not worthy of the Eagle Academy, and then told how he strengthened their actual combat capabilities.

This is what Max likes. After all, there are too few Aurors in the Eagle Academy. He is a special case, which makes him suffer from the lack of connections in the academy.

"I will encourage them to follow your path, Marko, the learned Eagle Academy, it's time to step into more fields."

What Voldemort said made Max's eyes brighten. He has a desire for power, especially after staying in Azkaban for a long time-if he had enough connections, he would have been transferred away long ago.

After chatting for a while, Max left. Voldemort tried to communicate with some dementors again, but he also left after a while. This is really not a place for people to stay.

Around noon the next day, Voldemort left with the selected dementors and Dean Flitwick, who was still in a bad state. Of course, Moody followed.

Dementors are dangerous, especially if they leave the North Sea islands, so Moody will escort them to the academy, which saves Voldemort a lot of trouble.

After going around for a while, when I got back to the academy, it was already sunset.

"Oh my god, Flitwick, are you okay?" Dean Sprout said in surprise, "I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey, your condition looks too bad."

"I have such thoughts, please, Sprout." Flitwick said weakly.

"What happened to him?" Professor McGonagall asked immediately after Flitwick left.

"Use Dementor on a Dementor, stupid Flitwick, I never knew he was so reckless." Moody said before Voldemort could speak.

"I hope he's okay." Dumbledore looked at the dementors in the training ground and said, "How about this one? It looks very cute."

"He will restrain himself," said Voldemort. "I tried Legilimency on him, and he controlled himself very well and did not hurt me."

Moody pouted, he didn't believe Voldemort's words, even if Maxtor said the same thing, he still couldn't convince him.

"If that's the case, then he's really an obedient dementor." Dumbledore approached the dementor a little curiously, then he nodded with satisfaction, "It's really not as aggressive as other dementors."

"I, here you, use magic, don't hurt me..."

Voldemort repeated a few words again, and then, despite Dumbledore's dissuasion, used Legilimency on him-the happiness was still sucked away, but the damage was not great.

"It's really good, and it seems to be very suitable for practicing spells for students." Dumbledore said with a smile, and winked at Voldemort.

"This dementor..." Moody paused, stepped forward and said, "How can he be so cute?"

While speaking, he directly took out his wand, cast a Legilimency spell on it, and then...

The old former Auror almost gave half his life here.

"He should have made it clear to the dementors first, rashly trying, is he really an Auror?" Watching Snape drag him away, Voldemort complained to Dumbledore.

"You can't take revenge on him just because he said about your dean, Quirrell, take your revenge, and if you continue like this, you will become a Slytherin." McGonagall complained.

Self-defeating, Voldemort shrugged, not caring - he found himself a bit talkative, but he knew why, because, like Maxtor, he was trying to be happy too.

Revenge makes people happy, but he expresses the wrong target. If it is Hagrid, he may give him a reply of approval.

"Do you need a day off tomorrow? I don't think your condition is very good." Dumbledore asked.

"No need, Headmaster." Voldemort said with a smile, "I have always been very strict in the senior courses, and this state is completely fine."

"You're right, Quirrell, but I'm going to observe a moment of silence for tomorrow's senior class."

Compared with Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore has a more sense of humor. He understood the meaning of Voldemort's words and made a joke along with it.

"This stone-weary wall was made hastily. After observing it for a while, if it is confirmed that it is feasible, I think it needs to be strengthened."

Professor McGonagall didn't understand the jokes of the two of them. She just looked at the place where the professors worked together to keep dementors and said in thought.

"I'll be staying here for the time being, Professor." Hagrid was late, but he made his statement as soon as he arrived, "I'll keep an eye on him, and if he doesn't obey, I'll cast the Patronus Charm on him."

"You'd better show, Hagrid, I need to make sure you can handle it," Voldemort said with concern.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall also looked at Hagrid, they had the same worry.

"Ok."

Hagrid nodded, held up his little pink umbrella, and said, "Call for protection."

Then, the front end of the small pink parasol sprayed many silver rays of light, and quickly converged, turning into a huge eight-eyed spider.

Voldemort was sure that he had never seen such a big Patronus in his previous life - it was as tall as a two-story building.

"Oh, Hagrid, when did you learn it? And why is he so old?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

"Qi Luo told me his idea very early on, and he told me to let me study it, it might be useful."

Hagrid shrugged and said, "He said it was hard, but I got it right away, I think it's because of the wand Quirrell gave me, it's too..."

He suddenly covered his mouth, but it was completely useless, he said everything that should be said and should not be said.

"You actually bought him a wand?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise, "If the Ministry of Magic..."

"McGonagall." Dumbledore said, interrupting her, "There are only a few of us here, and none of us will speak out, will we?"

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, then at Voldemort and Hagrid, and could only nod helplessly.

"You can easily learn the Patronus Charm, not because of the wand."

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid again, "It's because of happiness, the more happiness, the richer it is, the easier it is to learn this magic, and you are the most optimistic and cheerful child I have ever seen."

"Hagrid, you're such a big, happy mouth," said Voldemort, laughing.

If there is enough happiness, the Patronus is big enough. Obviously, Hagrid's happiness is like a torrent of water, endless, so his Patronus...

"I haven't seen your patron saint yet, Quirrell," said the old bee suddenly.

Voldemort rolled his eyes in his heart, no matter what time it was, the old man would always be suspicious behind his crescent-shaped glasses.

Maybe it's because he's been too prominent lately?Or was it Hagrid's "I told you so long ago" that made the old bee suspicious?
"Of course, the Patronus Charm requires happiness." Thinking in his heart, he didn't delay speaking, then he picked up his wand and waved it, saying, "Call for protection."

A silver-white goshawk Patronus flew out of a yew wand—very Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, McGonagall glanced at it, and Hagrid let his eight-legged spider Patronus chase the goshawk, but Voldemort quickly withdrew his Patronus.

Quirrell is in control of his body, he is not at ease, after all, there are still some subtle differences in the expressions of the two.

　Vote for happy Hagrid, or dream of a big octopus spider at night~~~ A curse from a Slytherin graduate!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)