Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 71 Malfoy's Deep Meaning
In the middle of the night, Dumbledore returned to the principal's office after dealing with emergencies. He came to the desk and sat down tiredly, staring at the desk absentmindedly.

On the table, there were many papers scattered in a mess, the top two sheets were the most neatly arranged.

On the left side of the paper, there are many names listed—all the names of Hogwarts students—beside these names, many details are marked in small letters, such as:
Gemma Farley: Thomas Harrison, a distant relative, is suspected of being a Death Eater. Harrison once passed through the Black Forest and had contact with Farley afterwards. Farley has no abnormalities at school, but the possibility cannot be ruled out.

There are many marks like this, and there are more than a dozen people in the long row of names, which shows how much effort Dumbledore has put into this.

On the right side of the paper, there is also a long row of names listed, but in the label behind it, it says "Exclude Suspiciousness" - the names of Quirrell and Snape are also on it.

Underneath the two neat sheets of paper are countless messy sheets of paper, and the content on them is much more complicated:
Some are like mind maps, but if you look closely, they are family tree diagrams...

Some were short letters about who had been to the Black Forest...

Some are the daily records of suspects, which are so detailed and long that it takes a lot of effort to read them...

"Hu~~"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Dumbledore took out a piece of blank letter paper from under the desk, picked up a pen and wrote in fancy fonts:

Dear Hogwarts Directors:

Last night, a heart-wrenching incident happened in the school. The first-year freshman Draco Malfoy...

After investigation, the curse came from the teaching of Mr. Lucius Malfoy. I have to think that this is Mr. Malfoy's revenge for his inability to fire a professor...

I suggest starting a board meeting to conduct an in-depth discussion on this issue. At the same time, we need to determine what level of evil spells should be in the school...

……

Halfway through the lengthy letter, Dumbledore frowned, picked it up and read it, then shook his head, balled up the letter, and threw it aside.

Take out a piece of letter paper again, start writing:

The just and generous Hogwarts Directors:
It is necessary for us to discuss the issue of curses. It happened on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle last night...

……

The night is long, and the centenarian is still worrying about how to write a letter to the board of directors that can get the most support.

In the room of deletion, deletion and modification, the tall and straight body is slowly hunching over, in a silent room, only Fox is witnessing all this...

Dumbledore, Dumbledore, a living legend revered by wizards, he seems to be omnipotent, and he is the existence that the Dark Lord fears.

But who knows, behind the omnipotence, how much hard work has accumulated?

Destiny never favors those who are lazy, but He always gives more love to those who are diligent.

……

"Have you heard that Harry Potter was defeated by Malfoy?"

"More than that, he was sent to the hospital. Didn't you see that he didn't come to class today?"

"Is Malfoy so strong? Even Harry can't beat him?"

"If you knew enough about the Malfoy family, you wouldn't say that."

"The boy who survived the catastrophe is not as powerful as imagined."

"Maybe Malfoy is stronger, maybe."

During lunch, the students were discussing the duel between Malfoy and Potter, about the curse, about the outcome, about injuries, about everything...

Slytherin, excited to pass this news to all.

Their prefect Gemma Farley, after publicly praising Malfoy, even asked the little snakes to write a letter to pass the news to the outside world.

The Boy Who Lived?
The Terminator of You-Know-Who?
The doomed White Wizard King?
No amount of fame could compare to a real failure. Harry Potter's reputation in the wizarding world was diminishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And Malfoy, who did all this, was wearing exquisite wizard robes, sitting quietly at the dining table, eating quietly with impeccable elegance.

There was no trace of pride in his eyes, and he only nodded slightly to those seniors who adored and bowed to him.

Of course, he would raise his drink to signal from time to time, and then take a sip, forming this kind of "mutual admiration" friendship with the leaders of small groups.

He deserves to be a Slytherin, and he really maximized the effectiveness of this matter.

The professors sat on the teacher's bench, watching all this from the other side, some were anxious, and some felt indifferent.

Voldemort sipped the soup silently, but in his heart he valued Big Malfoy more and more:

Lucius Malfoy, more than fulfilling his own orders, disturbed Dumbledore's sight and distracted Dumbledore's energy.

He even began to suppress the reputation of the savior, which is something Voldemort himself did not dare to do.

Yes, it's not that I don't want to, but I dare not.

He knew how important Harry Potter was to the old bee. In order to fulfill Harry Potter's reputation, he even gave this child the chance to kill himself.

Killed the Dark Lord at the age of 17...

After his death, the glory of Harry Potter must shine on the entire wizarding world, if he has such a fate...

Old bee, you are too partial. I want a Dark Magic Defense, but I can't ask for it. But for Harry Potter, you gave him the whole world.

But give me a Dark Magic Defense, how could I step into that boundless darkness...

"Harry is fine, right?" Flitwick glanced at Malfoy who was not far away, without thinking too much, and then asked his disciple.

"It's okay, although it's a curse, how much damage can an 11-year-old child cause." Voldemort said as he put down his spoon.

"But why are you involved in it again?"

Flitwick's words were dissatisfied with concern, "Son, we are wise Ravenclaws, not wild lions, let alone black snakes, stay away from them."

"I am innocent, Dean."

Voldemort had to respond with a wry smile, "Because Hermione was a thesis advisor, she knew my office. At that time, she didn't know who to ask for help, and she finally found me."

"Oh, because of Hermione." Flitwick's tone was a little more relaxed, as long as his disciple didn't cause trouble, he would be relieved, "She is a good girl, she should be in the Eagle Court."

"She mentioned this to me, and she also said that she regretted it, but everything has become a fact, and there is no way to change it, right?" Voldemort spread his hands and looked at Hermione.

The little guy was also looking at him, and the moment their eyes met, the little girl bared her front teeth, looking very funny.

"Although there is no way to change it, we must pass on our wisdom. If Hermione needs it, you must help her." Flitwick said seriously, "Every good student must not be let down."

"Follow your teachings, my beloved dean." Voldemort smiled back at Hermione, and joked to his dean.

This caused Flitwick to give him a dissatisfied look, but considering that his student had become a professor - and had served in two courses - he was no longer so dissatisfied.

"Anyway, don't cause trouble, like a child of Eagle House, Quirrell, you are not a griffin." Flitwick made a rare joke, but Voldemort didn't know how to answer.

"Of course, Dean."

Responding helplessly, Voldemort decided to eat melons quietly... no, drink soup.

　Suddenly want to ask for a book list, because there is no one, so embarrassing
　　
　
(End of this chapter)