Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 60 The old bee is in action
On the rest day, Voldemort suspended the reading of forbidden books.

The content in that book was too mentally damaging, he had to set aside time to adjust his body and mind.

"Not at night, Hagrid, thank you for the invitation, but I'm going out to watch the game."

He declined Hagrid's dinner invitation, and even the anticipation in Hagrid's and little Harry's eyes didn't change his mind.

After reading all morning, after lunch, he transited from Hogsmeade to Manchester to watch the League One match between Manchester United and Crystal Palace.

1:0, Manchester United won by one goal, not many goals, but the scene was beautiful. Peter Schmeichel, who had just arrived and was still in ups and downs, contributed several wonderful saves in front of the goal.

Voldemort left contentedly, but this time he didn't talk to Ferguson, he just whistled happily and went all the way back to Hogwarts.

Until the evening, the joyful mood was still there, but when he was about to take out [Repair Rhythm] to watch, the bad news came...

"The principal asked you to go, Professor, half an hour ago, but I haven't been able to find you." Percy said anxiously at the door of his office.

The good mood disappeared in an instant. If he could, he really didn't want to have too much contact with the White Witch King - he just liked the Hogwarts library, and nothing else was important.

"Well, do you know what it is?" Voldemort asked pretending not to care as he put the books back in place.

"I don't know, but I saw that Gemma went to invite Snape, and some people went to invite other professors."

This is good news, and Voldemort's mood is better again.

He thanked Percy, then walked towards the eighth floor, and entered the principal's office after a while, and there were already many people here.

"Qi Luo, you are a bit late." Old Deng looked a little tired, but he still took the initiative to speak.

"I went to watch the game, football, Manchester United played against Crystal Palace at home, 1:0, and Manchester United, which I support, won."

There was still excitement in Voldemort's words, he really liked the game, especially with the blessing of "Lin Zuo Moment".

The professors in the room were taken aback by him, and the headmaster blinked twice and said, "Muggle kicking?"

"Yes, my whole family are Manchester United fans, before I entered the wizarding world." Voldemort said quite proudly.

"You should watch Quidditch more."

Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke enthusiastically, looking like a little girl who wanted to share a secret with someone, "That's the real sport, and your whole family will like it."

"I've seen Quidditch, Professor, but I prefer football, thanks." Voldemort didn't want to argue, he thought Quidditch was stupid anyway, that's all.

Professor McGonagall's expression was a little surprised, but she quickly wanted to speak again—it had to be said that this might be the only thing she didn't want to use her brain to do, just because she liked it.

"McGonagall, I don't think this is a good time to discuss Quidditch. Could you please introduce the situation to Quirrell?" Dumbledore said with a wry smile, rubbing his brows.

"Oh well."

Putting away the little girl's posture, Professor McGonagall became serious again, "We need to set up a mechanism for the secrets on the fourth floor to prevent the things inside from being stolen."

Voldemort blinked and looked at Dumbledore: "That thing?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, but didn't say much.

Some of the other professors at the scene looked at Voldemort suspiciously. Obviously, not everyone knew what was guarding behind it.

"Why didn't you take it with you?" Voldemort asked knowingly, "That's safe enough."

"Some unspeakable reasons."

As Dumbledore said, he shook his head, obviously not wanting to go any further, he said, "Okay Quirrell, don't think about the reason, prepare your level."

Quirrell nodded, expressing his acceptance of the result—he was actually wondering what the point of doing this was for Lao Deng without a clear goal.

Is it really just for exercising Harry Potter?But no one cooperates...

The meeting ended soon, and the professors needed to present their feasible plans to Principal Dumbledore before the next weekend.

Of course, everyone is individual.

And Voldemort, who returned to the office, rubbed his chin and soon had an idea...

Troll?
To hell with it, Voldemort had better options.

But he didn't dare to give an answer right away, he had to be less active and outstanding, otherwise with the wisdom of the old bee, he might catch him by the tail.

Just like when he went to watch the football, his love must be his love, but this is also a smoke bomb he deliberately threw-Voldemort likes to watch Muggle games?To hell, no one will believe it.

You need to throw more smoke bombs and cause more trouble for Dumbledore. At the same time, don't let yourself stand out too much. He has already attracted a lot of attention in teaching, and he doesn't want to show more.

So, on the last day of his day off, he had a normal day, reading at the office all day, going for a walk by the lake before sunset, and that was all.

In the evening, he went to read the forbidden book again, squandered his newly recovered energy, and then went to sleep contentedly, ready to welcome the new week.

On the second day, he got up early to read a book, and asked Dawa to bring him breakfast.

Then, on time at 55:[-], he passed through the building in the office and walked directly into the Dark Magic Defense classroom on the second floor.

For the Eagle Academy students in the six or seven years old, Voldemort was still the "Snape II" style. After making various vicious comments on their papers, he began to teach new content.

After the new teaching content, homework assignments and magic practice, some students have made progress, but there is still no one who can fully use the Patronus Charm.

For this, Voldemort had to criticize a few words, but he didn't care too much about it in his heart. This spell is difficult because it needs to mobilize happy memories and emotions.

This is completely opposite to the Unforgivable Curse, but it also requires a lot of emotions as a magic offering. Of course, it is very difficult, and he can't use it himself-ten years of soul struggle have already exhausted his source of happiness.

At noon, he went back to the office directly through the inner stairs. Dawa came to deliver the meals on time, and he used the time to read books.

He spent the rest of the afternoon class and dinner time in his office, and he didn't even go out after evening class.

After the first week of high-profile, he became completely low-key, and his daily life was two points and one line. Except in class, students rarely saw him.

The professors... a few acquaintances came to see him and asked if something had happened, but Voldemort told them nothing at all, he was just reading and studying.

Everyone was a little surprised by this at first, but they gradually got used to it—it is quite normal for a person from the Eagle Academy to show his desire for knowledge.

In this way, the days seemed to calm down completely, and Voldemort was happily rippling in the ocean of knowledge, unable to extricate himself.

In just a few days, he finished reading all the books related to the restoration spell except the forbidden books.

So he had to go to the library and find many other books on spells to read - he saw Hermione in the library, although the little guy was very restrained, Voldemort could still see that she was waiting for him .

But Voldemort just chatted with her for a while and then left. The 11-year-old girl really couldn't interest him.

Percy, on the other hand, made two trips specifically to find him, the reason... he was targeted.

Because of that "Damn Slytherin", he started to get revenge, and all the Slytherins were against him, which made him very sad.

The answer Voldemort gave him was to be positive, and Slytherin would only bow his head in the face of strength and rights. Without the latter, taking out his wand was the best choice.

If you throw in the towel... then congratulations, Slytherins will trample you in the mud and spit twice, as they always do.

By Wednesday night, the old bee had the message:
Everyone has provided their own ideas. If you have good ideas, please feel free to discuss them.

In this regard, Voldemort replied that he was still thinking about it. He didn't want to face Dumbledore alone, and everything would wait until the weekend.

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