Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 83 Calculating Snape

Voldemort thanked Freddy, if it weren't for him, he would not dare to go back to school immediately.

Music can wash away the haze in life and life, especially Freddie's music.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Quirrell, did anything good happen this weekend?" Dean Flitwick asked him.

"Yes, the team I like is taken by local tyrants. They promised to invest 2000 million a year in the construction of the team. Long live Manchester United." Voldemort said excitedly.

Dean Flitwick blinked, managed a final smile, and refused to communicate with him any further.

Damn, what 2000 million?What long live Manchester United?What am I talking about... Flitwick is messed up in the wind.

"I'll take a look when I find time, Quirrell, you made me interested in football," said Dumbledore passing by.

"Say ahead, Headmaster, I need to buy tickets for you." Voldemort joked.

Dumbledore blinked and left without saying anything.

Not far away, Snape looked at the two with a dark face, his eyes full of evil - this guy has been talked about by the students recently, and he has become synonymous with the Dark Lord among the students.

Poor Snape, he couldn't wash himself off even if he jumped into the Thames.

"Professor, I have something to tell you."

Voldemort, who was about to leave after breakfast, was stopped by Percy.

"You said."

"Your proposal that day, allowing me to act in your place, do you remember?" Percy asked him.

"Of course, you are allowed to deduct and punish students below the fifth grade. Why, have you figured it out?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Professor, Slytherins are too much, they've been slandering me, so..."

"If it's just that, no, Percy." Voldemort shook his head and refused. "I allow you to do that, but if you only target Slytherins..."

"No, Professor, I will be fair and just, you know my character," said Percy, puffing out his chest.

"Okay, I'll tell Professor McGonagall that the Vice-Principal's permission is required." After Voldemort finished speaking, he bid farewell to him and left.

He didn't go to Professor McGonagall immediately, but went to class first.

The senior students were treated with Voldemort's smiling face for the first time, which made them a little uncomfortable.

"Music, boys, listen to more music, it's a good thing."

Before get out of class ended, he said something that everyone couldn't understand, but that was not important anymore, Voldemort went to find McGonagall.

"You mean, transfer your rights to Percy?" McGonagall's eyes widened in surprise.

Voldemort nodded, and calmly explained the reason:
Due to his own mistakes, Percy suffered from Slytherin's malice. He needed a weapon, and Voldemort decided to provide it to him.

McGonagall hesitated and refused, but Voldemort did not give up and asked her to ask the headmaster.

So at dinner time, Percy got the power as he wished, and launched a counterattack against Slytherin.

Voldemort saw Malfoy frowned. Sure enough, it was the little guy who was behind the scenes for Percy and Harry.

But Voldemort was happy to see the success, it was good training for both Malfoy and Percy.

Time began to pass quickly, and Voldemort was immersed in the study of magic—the killing moment that day gave him a lot of experience, and now he has a different understanding of magic.

The Restoration Spell is still his main research object, but there is no breakthrough. He is not in a hurry. The Muggles are researching day and night, and the results will come out soon.

Christmas is coming, and Voldemort showed great interest in it: "We should arrange it well so that children can have a happy childhood."

In the face of his high-profile declaration, Flitwick responded positively—he would participate in the Christmas decoration every year—Professor McGonagall saw that Quirrell was so active, and decided to give him the initiative.

So, Professor Dark Defense began to plan for Christmas. In addition to Dean Flitwick, he also brought in Filch and Hagrid, and finally Hermione also volunteered.

Voldemort was happy with this, and he and Hermione planned the layout of the entire castle - in fact, most of the layout was Hermione's idea, but he still put forward his own opinions.

Before Christmas, there was one more thing that worried Quirrell, and that was the Quidditch match.

This time, according to his memory, he went crazy again.

If there was no last accident, he might still choose to escape, but now he has some different views.

At the same time, he also searched for some books related to fate, trying to find the reason why he couldn't change his fate, but to no avail.

Even if he specifically sought out Trelawney, the master prophecy, he didn't get an answer from the alcoholic—but he got a few unreliable predictions, and Voldemort thought he had listened to the wine.

Trelawney's prophecy can only work if she looks so dull that she doesn't even remember what she said.

If she said something in a serious manner, it would be the best choice to treat it as a drink.

Unable to change his fate, Voldemort began to plan how to maximize his benefits in the known fate.

Last time, because of an accident, Snape was the one to blame.

But this time, he was going to take the initiative. Anyway, Dumbledore had already said, "Pay attention to Snape, okay?" He had received the decree.

Snape knew nothing about Voldemort's plan.

It's just that every time he met Voldemort's eyes, he felt that the other party was not a good fart. Who in Hogwarts now thinks that Snape is a good fart?
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"Demons, curses, and curses are collectively known as the Dark Curse," Voldemort said aloud in class. "When using a jinx, the caster must keep his eyes on the victim."

He said, looking at Miss Know-It-All, the little one listened very carefully, and Voldemort decided that she could remember everything he wanted her to remember.

"There's a fun way to interrupt jinxes, forcing the caster's eyes to look away from the target. Haha, this kind of spell obviously doesn't have much power. Of course, not all jinxes are like this."

Hermione wrote "swish, swish" in the notebook, and Voldemort waited for her before continuing.

"The poisonous curse causes pain to people, he is more terrifying than the curse..."

Voldemort continued, but these were just normal content, and he never paused and waited for as long as before.

After this lesson, Voldemort began to wait quietly for match day.

He was sure that he would still be cursed that day, but that didn't matter, he could restrain himself.

The problem was how he would draw the attention to Snape without drawing the attention of the others.

The best way is to use Hermione. In my memory, it was the fire spell used by Miss Know-it-all to solve everything.

If this continues, Hermione will become my accomplice... Voldemort thought excitedly.

If little Hermione knew that she was helping the Dark Lord through her unintentional actions several times in the future, she didn't know if she would collapse.

But she may not follow the previous trajectory of fate, maybe she can become a Death Eater.

After all, when fate comes, we can only hug and cannot refuse.

　The performance of the previous chapter was not good, and it caused trouble for everyone. I’m sorry, I’m to blame for this. I’m self-willed. I will never make such low-level mistakes in the future. I will add another chapter to make up for the wounded hearts of book lovers. By the way, please count the votes~~ ~~
　　
　
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