Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 37
"Quirrell, watch out for your reputation."

During lunch, Flitwick blinked and said to Voldemort, "The story about you in Ravenclaw's senior class has spread."

Voldemort came to the table and sat down, took his lunch and asked, "What reputation?"

"Snape II."

Professor Kettleburn said excitedly, "Believe me, apart from Slytherin, no other college students like him."

Voldemort blinked, and looked up behind Professor Kettleburn, where the big black bat was standing sullenly.

"Oh, Snape, although my words don't sound good, it's the truth." Professor Kettleburn also found Snape, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Snape ignored him, after all, regular employees don't need to care about temporary workers.

"I heard you were very dissatisfied with the behavior of the senior Ravenclaws in class."

Snape asked Voldemort in his unique deep voice, "Is it because you are also a Ravenclaw that you didn't deduct points for it?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes, wondering if Snape's heart was as big as the eye of a needle.

"If you don't think so, I have no objection." Voldemort counterattacked, "but I won't give them extra points when they don't perform well."

"Humph."

Snape snorted angrily, and left with a gust of wind. The raised black cloak made a "rustling" sound as it hung on the back of the chair.

"Great job, Quirrell, you have the potential to become the first Snape." Professor Kettleburn stretched out his arm, which was still intact, and raised his thumb—a thumb with only half a finger.

"Professor, I think they misunderstood me. In this case, there will be a turning point in the afternoon."

Voldemort shrugged and said nothing more, while Professor Flitwick, who was beside him, nodded in satisfaction after hearing his words.

If Voldemort didn't say that, he meant to persuade him.

After all, Quirrell, who Voldemort possessed, came from his Ravenclaw, and was his very favorite student.

Voldemort didn't lie, at least for the remaining three classes of the day, he was quite calm and restrained:

For the senior Hufflepuff students, he taught the female ghost to the sixth grade in the first half of the class, and the infernal corpse to the seventh grade in the second half of the class, and did not practice spells in the whole class.

For Gryffindor, he still taught in this way, and he was extremely gentle, and even added two points to them-he only added two points for the whole day.

As for Slytherin in the evening class, he resumed the original teaching content, but the words were not so vicious and fierce, but he had stricter requirements for the release of the spell.

At the end of the day, the four colleges had four views on him:
To the senior Ravenclaws, he was Snape II.

To the senior Hufflepuffs, he was Sprout II.

To the senior Gryffindors, he was Kettleburn II.

To the senior Slytherins, he was King McGonagall.

"Cruel, meticulous, forthright, strict...Professor Quirrell is really changeable."

The students kept discussing the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Everyone was curious about him and wanted to know how he would treat those lower grade students.

And Voldemort himself didn't care about these things. After the evening class, he hurried back to his office and waited for his teaching assistants here...

They are not needed for senior classes, but starting tomorrow, they will be on duty.

While waiting, Voldemort flipped through the [Book of Spells], constantly looking for his target, but it seemed difficult.

Except for the three Unforgivable Curses, he didn't show a unique talent for any spells.

Perhaps, I just need to choose one that is magical enough...

While thinking, four students had already walked into the office, which made him stop thinking.

"Welcome to come, let me briefly explain your mission."

After the four of them sat down, Voldemort said, "First of all, you are only responsible for teaching the courses of the first and third grades. I will teach the second, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh grades."

The four nodded. They had already guessed this. After all, in the curriculum arrangement, the first, second, third, fourth, and sixth and seventh grades were taught together, while the fifth grade was taught separately.

In this case, it is easy for them to guess what they are responsible for.

"Secondly, the Maple Leaf training ground, except for my use in class, the rest of the opening hours are determined by Professor Hagrid, so you need to communicate with him."

"Are we going to find Professor Hagrid ourselves?" asked the Slytherin sixth-year prefect.

"Yes." Voldemort nodded, "And you also need to help the junior students form teams. Each team must have at least four people and a maximum of six people, and at least one student from all the houses."

The four nodded, expressing their understanding.

"I'm not going to let you take charge of teaching assistant courses for the lower grades in my college."

Voldemort's words stunned the four of them.

"Percy Weasley, you were my teaching assistant when I was teaching at the Snake House."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Percy and Gemma Farley, the sixth-grade headmistress of the Snake Court, both cried out in surprise.

"Professor, he is Gryffindor." Gemma Farley said with wide eyes.

"Yes, I know, but this is Hogwarts." Voldemort looked at Gemma with serious eyes, which made her hold back her words, "Percy, do you have any questions?"

"No, Professor, I'll listen to you." Percy nodded in agreement, but looked a little nervous.

"Gemma Farley, you are in charge of teaching assistants at the Eagle Academy." Voldemort looked at Gemma again and said.

Ravenclaw is what he wants to fight for. This college is good at cultivating "exquisite egoists". Although students are difficult to win over, at least there is hope.

And Badger Yard...

As long as Dumbledore was at Hogwarts, they were the hardest to win over.

"I see, Professor." Gemma replied honestly, but she still couldn't help looking at Percy—letting Gryffindor teach Slytherin, she couldn't understand the professor's idea at all.

"Robert Hilliard, you will be my teaching assistant at Badger House." Voldemort said to his fellow students in this college again.

"Okay, Professor." Robert nodded firmly.

He is the one who trusts Voldemort the most among the four, after all Voldemort wears the cloak of his senior.

"Gabriel Truman, you are in charge of the Lion Court."

Even if he didn't say it, Truman knew which one he was in charge of, because there was only one Gryffindor that hadn't been assigned yet.

"Understood, professor, I promise to complete the task." He puffed out his chest and said.

"I believe in you, of course, including the three of you."

Voldemort glanced at the four of them and noticed that Percy and Gemma had strange expressions on their faces, but he didn't comment on it.

"I also want to make a request to the four of you, that is, at the Maple Leafs training ground, the four of you need to form a team."

The four of them were not surprised by this request, but Voldemort's next words made the four of them look different.

"Percy, you are the captain of this team."

The devil's laughter sounded in Voldemort's heart - little lion, learn to crawl.

　It's another week without a recommendation, [-] words, and my water test has not yet come... Please ask for a recommendation ticket, so that you can masturbate.

　　


(End of this chapter)