days at Hogwarts

Chapter 365: Be a good professor and not be fired for at least a 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 enlightened than I thought. You even know about No-Maj lamps. This really surprises me..." Voldemort watched in silence as the vice-principal beamed with joy, weaving a web of lies and actions to cover others. This was his innate talent, and the vice-principal was just a prey in the net.

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.

As for dragging Ilvermorny over, it was probably because of the big news from the International Federation of Wizards that they noticed Ilvermorny, and they planned to use it as another stepping stone.

Voldemort's eyes suddenly glowed a little, and he remembered something interesting.

There seemed to be old friends he was familiar with in these two schools...

After sending Fontana away, the whole room fell into dark shadows again, and the room was silent. Ten minutes passed like this, when a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly flashed across.

Voldemort squinted his eyes and felt the state of the body. He opened the desk drawer and took out a green leaf, rubbed it, then slowly brought the leaf to his nose and sniffed gently.

Green magic flowed into his body, with a faint aroma of grass and trees. Voldemort looked at the untouched tea in the cup and fell into deep thought.

This Fontana hasn't let down his guard yet, nor does he fully trust him...

In the Magic School Competition, things are starting to get interesting...

I just wanted to take over as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to find some interesting things for myself. I originally planned to teach according to my own ideas, and it didn't matter if I was found out... Now it seems that this teaching position will last until at least next year.

"Little wizard, faculty and staff...how should we deal with those stupid people?"

Voldemort's face gradually returned to normal with a smile on his lips. He decided to understand, like a normal professor, what the young wizards were thinking, what they were learning, and how to teach them.

There happens to be a young wizard he likes who needs teaching and testing.

Voldemort took out a piece of parchment paper from the drawer, dipped his quill in the ink, and slowly started writing.

……

Hogwarts, Quidditch pitch.

"Oh! Slytherin scored! Marcus Flint and Graham Montague, the two despicable Slytherin Chasers, almost injured the Ravenclaw Chaser. Jay Davis!”

Lee Jordan's voice of condemnation echoed throughout the stadium. Except for the Slytherin students, most of the young wizards were filled with indignation. The ball just hit Roger Davis in the face, and he had to avoid it.

"Look! They plan to do the dirty trick just now!" Lee Jordan only hated that his words were not as powerful as the legendary commentator in his mind, and that he could not hurt the Slytherin players off the court.

That legendary commentator was called the eighth man on the field, but unfortunately he was permanently banned from the stage by the vice principal.

"Oh! Roger Davis didn't avoid it! He caught the ball with his face!"

Lee Jordan's voice caused all the little wizards in the school to exclaim, "Merlin's up here, his nose bone seems to have been broken, even though he blocked the ball!"

"I hope Seeker Qiu Zhang will catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible..."

Before the commentary finished, Mrs. Hooch had already blown the whistle to end the game, and Slytherin's Seeker Draco Malfoy caught the Golden Snitch first.

"Slytherin defeated Ravenclaw, evil defeated good - well, Professor, let me say, I want to say -"

When the voice of the commentary was suddenly cut off, the Gryffindor wizards in the stands sighed, full of regret.

Loren let go of a strand of hair wrapped around her index finger and sighed.

Hermione: "..."

She deeply suspected that Loren was not sorry that Slytherin won, but that he couldn't continue playing with her hair after the game.

Silently reviewing the key points of human body transformation in her mind, Hermione tolerated the matter for the time being.

"Hagrid, the game is over, let's go to your hut." Loren turned to Hagrid and said.

"Oh, yes, go to the hut..." In the crowded stands, Hagrid's big body felt a little suffocated. He stood up and stamped his numb feet.

"Let's go, you want a salamander, right? I've prepared a big bucket for you..."

(End of this chapter)