Hogwarts: The Dark Lord? No! Call Me Satan

hogwarts castle

noon

"Kyle, you're in the Daily Prophet..."

The little witch Cassandra was sitting next to each other at the long table in Slytherin, holding today's "Daily Prophet" just delivered by an owl!

The first page had a picture of Kyle smiling all over his face.

Headlines!

Below the photo, the Daily Prophet devoted a great deal of space to Kyle's achievements in potions.

By the way, I also talked about the magic scroll store.

It can be considered as an advertisement for the store!

"Oh, okay!" Kyle yawned.

It wasn't Cassandra and Hermione who actually received the newspaper first.

It's Pansy...  

The excited little witch stalks Kyle for a morning of role-playing games.

It's not over until I can't get up.

"It says that you are very likely to become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class in history..." Cassandra's eyes were "Bling Bling".

Even more excited than Kyle's client.

In fact, it won't just be Cassandra.

The little snakes of Slytherin have been going on for months,

Say nothing at the dinner table!

Kyle didn't start eating until he arrived.

After Kyle finished eating, no matter whether they finished eating or not, they would surround Kyle and leave according to their status and strength.

Strictly observe noble etiquette.

It can be said to be militarized management.

But even if they didn't open their mouths to discuss, everyone straightened their backs.

I am deeply honored to be able to follow the bear child.

The young wizards on the other three long tables were also discussing this matter.

"Merlin's beard, Kyle is in the Daily Prophet again!"

"Potion of regeneration of severed limbs? Public formula? This is really great."

"My uncle lost a leg in 10 accidents before."

"I guess the whole wizarding world will be shaken by this invention."

"The Daily Prophet says Kyle is likely to be awarded the Order of Merlin, 1st Class. Is that true?"

For the little wizards who are still in school.

To be a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class is already a remarkable achievement.

Not to mention a first-class medal.

Their headmaster, Dumbledore, is the recipient of the first class medal.

Now the school will have another one to receive this honor?

"Kyle is really amazing..." Harley Potter was still wearing women's clothing, looking at the newspaper in her hand.

There was some admiration and subtle frustration on his face.

She thought, if she could achieve such an achievement as me.

Her dad, Snape, would be very proud of her.

Then father and son (father and daughter?) recognize each other!

"Harry, it's nothing, you can definitely do it in the future!"

"You are the savior!"

"The Ministry of Magic is too unfair, otherwise you should have been awarded a first-class medal when you saved the world eleven years ago!"

Ronald took a hard bite of the pork chop.

He always has a good appetite, but this time there is also a touch of jealousy on his face.

First Class Medal...

Simply put!

But in the entire history of magic, only Dumbledore was awarded this honor while he was alive.

The one bought by the ancestor of the Black family does not count.

Just thinking of this.....

Malfoy, who was sitting on the other side of Harry, said:

"Harry, if you want, I can try to write to my dad and ask him to donate a large sum of Galleons to the Ministry of Magic in your name!"

"You know, the Ministry of Magic has precedent for this!"

That's right...

If Hermione is a little snake in a lion's skin.

Malfoy is now a lion cub in snake skin.

The little snakes of Slytherin couldn't stand him, and he just ate at the long table in Gryffindor.

The little lions were very reluctant at first...

It's just that seeing Malfoy being bullied by little snakes all day long, he gradually stopped saying anything.

"Me? Forget it..." Harry shook his head.

He felt that the gap between himself and Kyle was too great.

On Slytherin's long table

"The Medal of the Order of Merlin, First Class? It won't be long before I go to receive it, right?"

Kyle ate the pie.

While replying to Cassandra's words.

"Really? That's a first-class medal..."

The little witch's eyes widened in shock.

Some can't believe it...

"Of course it's true? Do you want to bet something? It's a big bet this time!" Knowing the taste, Kyle looked at Cassandra with a smirk.

If nothing else, Fudge was already in a state of desperation at this time.

How dare you reject his application for a first-class medal.

"What are you betting on?"

Cassandra is a little confused.....

Until the bear child whispered something close to her ear.

The little witch's face blushed instantly.

"Kyle, you actually

"Could it be that you don't dare?" It's just that before he finished speaking, he heard the bear kid say something quietly.

dare not?

What the competitive Cassandra can't bear the most is the aggressive method!

What can she dare not!

How good is the Order of Merlin, First Class?

"Okay, just bet! Whoever regrets is a puppy!"

"If you lose, you have to wash my feet for a month!"

Cassandra thought that since it was a gamble, it must not only be Kyle's condition!

She also made the worst bet she could think of.

"real?"

Kyle was stunned upon hearing this...

Is there still such a good thing?

B...

Is it better to lose, or to win?

had lunch

Kyle left the auditorium surrounded by a group of little snakes.

The long tables of the other three colleges are still full of discussions about him...

The little witch Cassandra blushed all afternoon.

He seemed absent-minded even while eating.

Hermione asked several times about the details of their bet.

Cassandra shook her head and rejected them all.

How dare you tell someone this kind of thing?

Farewell little snakes.

Kyle went straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Knocked on the door and went in.

"Good afternoon, teacher...

Sure enough, Voldemort had guessed that Kyle would come to him this afternoon.

Take control of Quirrell's body in advance.

Sitting on the sofa elegantly holding a glass of red wine.

Seeing the brat come in, Voldemort took a deep look at Kyle

"I have to say, your talent once again refreshed my cognition..."

"Body modification?"

"to be honest!"

"I originally thought that you would only do this one when you graduated, but I didn't expect..."

"I smell spiders on you, but it's definitely not the inferior race of acromantoids.

This is the first time the two have met in private since the Forbidden Forest.

Kyle felt that Voldemort's attitude suddenly became much more friendly.

Voldemort himself was a master who was proficient in "body modification".

Immediately noticed the clues from the changes in Kyle's height and physical strength.

"It was the blood of an extinct ancient magical animal that I accidentally obtained, and I discovered that his blood is still alive.

"So I gave it a try..."

Kyle made up some random excuse and shrugged it off.

As he spoke, he did not forget to look at Voldemort with a look of admiration.

"You know, teacher, the object of my admiration all this time, he is proficient in body modification.

"I've always wanted to follow in his footsteps."

"Oh, that person didn't have your talent when he was in the first grade."

"The fusion is perfect, I think you should also draw this conclusion from the changes in your body.

Voldemort was obviously very pleased with Kyle's attitude.

He didn't say much, but the smile on the corner of his mouth said it all.

"No, sir, I think I'm still far behind.

"That adult was willing to sacrifice his own appearance in pursuit of strength, and I hesitated at the last moment."

"Otherwise I can do better..."

"After all, I am not as good as that adult, the difference is too much."

Looking at the face full of frustration", but he looks much handsomer than before.

The smile on Voldemort's face froze for a moment.

Obviously it's a compliment...

But in his ears...

Made!

What's wrong with being ugly?

Have you eaten your rice?

[Ding! Sorrow and indignation detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being drawn for the host!]

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!】

"Okay, boy, let's talk about something else, I noticed those two potions you invented.

"Now the wizarding world is full of praise for you."

"well-done!"

Voldemort changed the subject.

"You may think it's nothing now, it's just a false name."

"But when your strength goes further, you will find that..."

"Fame, honor, etc., it's not just a simple false name......

"The grandparents of those pure-blood families have been shouting for family glory all day long, but it's not just for the simple reason of raising their own status!"

"Professor, are you saying that fame can be converted into strength?" Kyle's eyes widened suddenly.

In terms of the total amount of magic power alone.

Counting the treasure of "Fountain of Magic Power", Kyle felt that there was a gap between him and Dumbledore and Voldemort, but not too much.

But before seeing Dumbledore make a move.

Magical power contains inexplicable things...

This is a huge difference in quality.

Kyle has also studied the magic of the ice crystal phoenix Anivia.

It is found that the magic power of the ice crystal phoenix is ​​also different from that of the bear boy himself.

The old bat invented the black magic of Shenfeng Wuying.

In terms of strength, it is much stronger than the magic Aurors.

But under Voldemort's hands, it's still not enough...

Kyle's strength was stronger than Snape's, but he felt that if he really had a match with Dumbledore's all means.

Still no chance.

Perhaps this is the difference between legendary wizards and ordinary wizards.

"Yes, but it's too early for you.

"Knowing too early doesn't do any good."

"When the time is right, you will naturally understand!"

It's a pity that Voldemort shook his head, but he didn't want to say more about it.

"All I can tell you is that it will do you great good later on if you keep it going..."

"Unfortunately, if I had this kind of talent in potion science back then, maybe I wouldn't have to take this path."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's continue today's lesson."

"I told you the logic of ancient magic before, is there anything else you want to learn?"

"Teacher, can you tell me something about Animagus?" Kyle asked a question he was concerned about.

"Animagus?"

"Are you still talented in Transfiguration?" Voldemort froze slightly when he heard this question.

This is one of the rarest transformations in the field of transformations.

"Um, I don't think it's worse than Potions." Kyle glanced at his panel.

Transfiguration is proficient in this talent, he hasn't used it much yet.

Originally wanted to ask Professor McGonagall...

But think about the other party's rigid character.

Forget it, let's go back to the next best thing...

【Ding! Shock emotion detected!】

[Ding! The treasure chest is being drawn for the host!]

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!】

Voldemort was also shocked when he heard that.

Good guy!

How much talent does this brat have?

In the previous life, he saved the world, but in this life, Master Meilin is chasing after him to feed him?