The days at Hogwarts

"[Calling God to Guard]"

The tip of the staff spurted out a silvery white light, swirling around a few times like a wisp of breeze, converging into a sturdy four-hoofed animal in the air in front of the stage.

Almost all the young wizards in the auditorium opened their eyes wide, trying to identify what animal Cedric's patronus was as soon as possible.

The whip-like tail swung slowly, the solid torso was almost burly, and the triangular head protruded with two curved corners.

"It's a buffalo..." Cedric turned his head and explained softly to Neville, causing Neville's panicked heart to slowly settle down. "Don't worry, just follow my demonstration once and you've succeeded." It’s happened once, right? It doesn’t matter if you fail.”

"Okay, okay."

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Neville's head. I don't know whether he was too excited or spent too much energy. He waved his wand with a slightly trembling hand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

The silvery white light slowly converged into a stern male lion with sharp teeth, thick toes and claws, and a weak wind seemed to rise when the mane swayed.

"Lion, it's lion..."

"It's the Gryffindor Lion..."

The young Gryffindor wizards were speechless with excitement. The venue was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. Surrounded by many Gryffindor wizards, an unknown person shouted, Neville was quickly lifted up and kept flying in the air.

On the side of the stage, Cedric waved away the buffalo patronus and joined the group of young wizards in Ravenclaw.

At the side door next to the guest of honor, several professors were leaning against the wall, watching what was happening in the auditorium with smiles on their faces.

"Compared to the majestic lion..." Professor Flitwick raised his hand to twist his beard, and when he touched his rough chin, he realized that he had shaved off his beard. He smacked his lips and continued, "The down-to-earth buffalo seems It’s more reassuring.”

"Yes, Pomona, Hufflepuff has an excellent little wizard." Professor McGonagall said softly.

Professor Sprout couldn't help but smile, and his eyes were full of pride: "I was suddenly lifted to the stage, and suddenly lost everyone's admiring gaze, but I can still maintain a normal heart... Cedric …”

Professor Snape suddenly said calmly: "Your good student is pestering another girl for a reward."

Several professors followed his gaze and looked at Cedric and Qiu Zhang. They were silent for a while, and then burst into even more cheerful laughter.

……

Mount Greylock, Ilvermorny College, Massachusetts, USA.

"Oh, this is really hard to evaluate..."

Professor Tom Gunter, a new member of the class this semester, knitted his eyebrows together with an expression of indescribable disgust, "You are already in your second year. The last thing you learned last semester was how to deal with Flobber caterpillars? Are you sure that you are in the black class?" Magic defense class?"

To be honest, although Voldemort has always believed that he is very suitable for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and has the ability to perform this position, he is still a little irritable when facing these naive and stupid little wizards.

The second-year wizards of Ilvermorny Goblin College remained silent. Several of the young wizards of Thunderbird College seemed to agree. They also thought Flobber Caterpillar was boring.

Their silence made Voldemort realize the current situation, and he quickly forced a smile on his face: "Sorry, I mean, you have magic power and miraculous talents. I think you should learn some more practical magic."

"But!"

A young wizard from Thunderbird Academy retorted. He wore a golden Goldie's Knot on his chest. Facing Voldemort's deep gaze, his voice quickly weakened and he almost muttered,

"But Professor Amos said that we are only second-year wizards and our magic power is very weak. Instead of reluctantly learning targeted magic, it is more important to use caterpillars to inspire our thinking."

With one person to start, the little wizard of Goblin Academy also gained courage, and added in a childish voice: "Professor Amos hopes that we will cultivate our thinking in dealing with dark magic creatures. When we learn various powerful magics in the future, we can easily find them." Suitable magic to deal with them."

"That makes sense, my dear children..." Voldemort manipulated Wormtail's body and tried to force a smile, "but Professor Amos has chosen the wrong person."

The little wizards looked at him with wide eyes expectantly.

"For weak bugs, no matter how many bugs are crushed to death, you will only be able to deal with bugs... If you want to deal with ferocious beasts, you must face them head-on."

As Voldemort spoke, he shook his wand and used the transformation technique to create a ferocious giant bird with flames rising all over its body.

The scarlet giant bird was huge and occupied most of the classroom. Broken bones extended from the giant bird's wings. Dark red blood spilled on the floor. Flames spread and rolled along the blood. The blood quickly dried and caked, turning into ashes.

The bright flames were churning endlessly, and even the transparent air seemed to be distorted by the burning. The fishy and burnt smell of blood began to permeate the classroom, and waves of scorching heat echoed in the classroom.

The little wizards cowered in fear, and several girls from the Goblin Academy even cried out of fear.

"Don't be afraid, this is just an illusion, it can't hurt you..." Voldemort said gently, "This is the first lesson I want to teach you, defeat fear!"

After hearing the professor's story, several brave young wizards from Thunderbird Academy stretched out their hands to touch the flames. Their young palms penetrated the flames and were unscathed, but they were a little warm.

The little wizards looked at each other, and their panic turned into surprise:

It's just an illusion!

Voldemort waved his wand at them, and the tragic firebird opened a wound on his neck, and scarlet blood burst out. The blood floated towards the little wizard under the control of magic power, and the illusory flames wrapped around them several times before disintegrating in the air. middle:

"Come on, starting from the brave Thunderbird Academy, insert your wands into the body of this firebird, sting it, kill it, and conquer your fear!"

Voldemort's words were like little sparks of fire falling into the hearts of the young wizards, igniting the seeds hidden in the shadows, and causing strange flames of excitement to rise in their eyes.

Phew——

Phew——

Accompanied by a slightly sticky sound, the wand was like a sharp dagger, inserting into the flesh without any hindrance. Blood spattered on the hands, clothes, and faces of the young wizards.

Hot and a little creamy.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry about soiling your clothes! These are all illusions!" Voldemort breathed in the blood smell that was getting thicker in the air, and couldn't help but let out a satisfied laugh, "Hahahaha..."

The gloomy voice made a little witch from the Goblin College nearby shrink her neck. She asked in a childish voice: "Professor Gunter, why are you smiling so happily?"

Voldemort knelt down and wiped the blood stains on her face, spreading scarlet red all over half of her cheeks:

"Because the professor is happy for you..."

Chapter 365: Be a good professor and don't get fired for at least one year

— Lord Voldemort

Even if some young wizards thought it was wrong to do so, the authority of the professor and the successive actions of their classmates made them join in unconsciously. When they came to their senses, the matching cranberry red and blue school uniform robes were already stained. Deep red blood.

The little wizard who was the first to question Voldemort had his tie on his chest soaked with blood. The blood that had gradually cooled down began to turn black, giving him a cool feeling.

There were more and more wounds on the Scarlet Firebird's neck. The blood started to spurt out and gradually turned into a gurgling flow. When the last little girl from the Goblin Academy inserted the wand into the Firebird's flesh, there was no fresh blood left. flowed out.

A weak firework breathed out from the breathing hole of the beak of the hard shell, and dissipated in the blink of an eye. The little wizards realized belatedly that at some point, the surging red flame had unconsciously went out.

The brightly colored feathers were stuck together with blood and formed into black lumps. The giant bird had lost too much blood and its flesh could not be filled out. The wrinkled skin stuck to its body, and its appearance was withered and ugly.

With a satisfied smile on his lips, Voldemort watched the little wizards in Ilvermorny queue up to complete the homework he assigned. He waved his wand to eliminate the color of blood on their bodies:

"Dear, you have overcome fear, especially the little wizards of Thunderbird Academy. The professor sees the brilliance of courage in you. I am deeply proud of you..."

"Of course, the little wizards from Goblin Academy have also taken that step. I know you must have greater determination in your hearts."

"..."

Voldemort worked hard to eliminate their fear of seeing blood for the first time, and made the young wizards think that some physical and mental discomfort was just the price of overcoming fear...

Although Voldemort never felt that blood was anything to be afraid of, and the warm scent of blood would only make him feel comfortable and intoxicated, he was very willing to be considerate of these mediocre little wizards.

"That's it for today's lesson..." Voldemort put his right hand on his left chest and gracefully made a hat-off ceremony, which gave the young wizards a strange feeling, as if they were being treated as adults, "But Before I end, I have a few words of advice..."

The little wizards raised their heads and looked at him expectantly.

"True courage is not worth showing off. I hope you will be more calm and calm, stand up again when danger comes, and let other students and professors cheer for you."

The little wizards' eyes were shining brightly, and they were already looking forward to such a scene.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction: "So, please keep the content of this lesson a secret, okay?"

"Of course! Professor Gunter!"

……

After watching all the young wizards leave, Voldemort packed up the useless lesson plans and teaching materials and walked towards his office happily.

Next to the staircase in the corridor, an old goblin was wiping the bust of the school's founder, Isolt. His movements were slow and his limbs looked a little stiff.

Although it has the same name as the humble little animal in the garden, this is just a misunderstanding caused by translation. The North American goblin is actually a distant relative of the European goblin. It is an intelligent creature that can speak human languages, is short in stature, and has gray skin. , has very long ears.

Voldemort paid more attention. He heard some young wizards call this goblin William, which has the same name as the goblin "servant" of founder Isolt.

Yes, servant, although all the books called him friends, Voldemort did not think that a lowly humanoid creature could be friends with a descendant of Slytherin.

Just as he passed by the old goblin, a high-pitched voice sounded: "Don't bewitch those little wizards, this place does not belong to you, the mysterious wizard from afar."

Did it see the content of the class just now?

Voldemort frowned and twitched the index finger of the hand near the wand a few times, thinking that this was just a goblin, and attacking here would only disrupt his plan.

Voldemort temporarily gave up the idea of ​​​​silencing him and glanced at it. The old goblin suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes gradually becoming distracted.

After looking through the recent memories in his mind, he found that there was nothing to be wary of, and Voldemort left without looking back.

It wasn't until the man completely disappeared from sight that the old goblin William began to breathe heavily, his eyes were horrified, and his old and stiff frame was trembling slightly.

"No... no..." Goblin William forced himself to calm down and gritted his teeth, "There is something wrong with this new professor. I have to remind Fontana..."

In the evening, Professor Tom Gunter, who was working hard preparing lessons in his office, received a visit from a special guest.

"I'm sorry, Tom, for disturbing you at this time..."

Gilbert Fontana smiled and politely did not rush into the office. He muttered a long list of contents, "I asked a student about the content of today's course. Although this little warrior is very I want to keep it a secret, but kids at this age can’t help but show off... Speaking of which, I was the same way when I was that age."

Voldemort's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he sideways welcomed the vice principal into the office.

"Oh, this room is still the same as Amos left it. Didn't you redecorate it? I always think the lights here are too dim..."

Gilbert sat happily on the guest seat of the desk, looking around, "How about the tungsten lamp? Unlike your Hogwarts, we can use some electrical appliances here. I have to admit, No-Maj's Things are quite convenient.”

"In fact, Muggles have improved the gas in the lamps, and now there are more convenient and brighter lamps..." Voldemort said lightly, this was the knowledge he learned in the orphanage.

Hearing Tom talking about the No-Maj lamps, Agilbert's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he had some surprises.

Voldemort shook the teapot with the index finger of his right hand. The teapot with the long-horned water snake pattern on the outer shell immediately floated up and poured cold tea for the two of them: "Whether it is a candle or a tungsten lamp, it makes no difference to me. If you feel Not enough light..."

Voldemort looked at the kerosene lamp on the wall. There was no casting action. The fire suddenly became several times brighter, illuminating the whole room.

After doing this, Voldemort slowly said: "Don't forget, we are wizards."

"Oh, sophisticated magic manipulation, and ingenious skills..." The smile on Ai Gilbert's face became more enthusiastic, "Yes, magic can solve our confusion, but No-Maj things also add to the school. Some fun, after all, the second principal of our school was a No-Maj, and there are many young wizards who were also No-Majs..."

Voldemort interrupted his chat: "Mr. Fontana, what do you want from me?"

"Just call me Ai Gilbert..." Ai Gilbert said in a complaining tone, "Oh, that's right, I'm looking for you about the teaching content."

"A young wizard told me that you showed superb transfiguration skills in class..." Gilbert glanced at his expression and saw that he was unfazed. He paused before continuing, "There are still some breakthroughs. Routine teaching content.”

Gilbert persuaded in a very considerate tone: "After all, they are just little wizards, their bodies and minds are still developing, and they do not have mature and sound thoughts yet, so our school has always adhered to a gentle teaching method. Your teaching content today is somewhat... some……"

Gilbert thought for a while before finding the right words: "Some of them are not suitable for underage wizards."

"I understand, I will change this teaching method in the future." Voldemort agreed without hesitation.

"Oh!" Gilbert looked at him in surprise, with a somewhat excited tone: "I... I thought you were from an ancient and rigid pure-blood family in England. You know they are all weird wizards, so thinking It would be very extreme!”

"I didn't expect you to be far more open-minded than I thought. You even know about No-Maj lamps. This really surprises me..."

Voldemort watched in silence as the vice-headmaster showed his joy. He used lies and actions to weave a web to win the favor of others. This was a talent he was born with, and the vice-headmaster was just a prey in the web.

Information about the Fontana family emerged in Voldemort's mind. Fontana was the family of Theddard Fontana, one of the twelve original Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States. As the founder of a country's magical government, there were only two of them at that time. Initially, the Aurors lived into old age, and their family was very powerful in the United States.

"By the way! One more thing!" Gilbert picked up the tea cup and suddenly put it down, "Did you know that this summer's International Federation of Wizards conference will be held in the United States?"

Voldemort's eyes moved slightly: "Yes, I know."

Not only do you know, but you also know the details of the entire process and how many gold galleons it cost to achieve this result.

"It's probably because of this conference that other people noticed our school. Just this semester, two magic schools with a longer history contacted us." Ai Gilbert said.

"Magic school?" Voldemort instantly thought of a certain annoying old wizard with a white beard, and his face looked a little ugly.

"Yeah..." Ai Gilbert nodded and started a series of mutterings, "Beauxbatons School of Magic and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they said they were going to restart the Triwizard Tournament, and they planned to Let’s get involved too…”

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded seven hundred years ago, which is older than the existence of our school. However, it has been discontinued for hundreds of years. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

"It's strange, why do they want to involve us? Although it is good for our school's reputation, it can also expand its influence..."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Voldemort's lips.

why?

Of course it's for fame.

As the most prestigious magic school, Hogwarts has been the best magic school in the eyes of European wizards for nearly a thousand years, not to mention that the principal of Hogwarts is the greatest wizard at the moment.

There is no doubt that this image will continue to be passed down.

He remembered that when he was studying at Hogwarts, wizards from other areas had already taken the initiative to come to Hogwarts to study. These two schools did not want to sit back and watch Hogwarts continue to grow, and of course they wanted to tear it off its throne. Come down.