The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

After years of planning and struggle, he finally fell on a newborn baby.

How could the arrogant Voldemort accept this!

He was able to hold back from taking action, which was the result of his great restraint.

Harry stood up in a daze, not knowing why the problem was thrown to a rookie like him.

Little did he know that he was on the verge of death!

Looking at the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts with frost on his face, he always felt like he was seeing Snape for some reason.

Death fate turned his brain, which he had not used much, and Harry spoke weakly.

"I'm sorry, professor, I don't know."

"Don't know?" Voldemort was stunned.

You don't even know how your parents died?

Isn't your heart too big?

He stared at Harry with suspicion and continued to ask: "What is the definition of dark magic?"

"I don't know, professor."

"How many types of spells are there?"

"I don't know..."

"What are the necessary conditions for casting a spell?"

"No...I don't know!"

Harry kept shaking his head, almost shaking Voldemort silly.

He couldn't believe that he would lose to a little brat who had no common sense of magic!

Voldemort could accept losing to a legendary wizard as powerful as Dumbledore, and he could also accept losing to a dark lord like Grindelwald who swept across Europe.

He could even accept losing to a talented wizard like Argus.

But what is this thing in front of him?

He can't do anything, and he can't ask anything!

It's his lifelong shame to die at the hands of such a person!

Argus looked at Voldemort's expression of doubt about life, and tried to lower his head to prevent him from seeing the smile on his face.

How much magic do you expect a person who has always lived in the Muggle world to know?

If he hadn't heard some news from Hagrid and Ron, he probably wouldn't even know who was in the magic world!

In fact, the main reason for Voldemort's rage was that he hadn't collected any information about Harry.

Ever since he was hit by his own killing curse, his main soul has been living in mice, reptiles and other creatures.

Even when he later parasitized Quirrell, he only thought about how to resurrect.

He didn't have the time to care about Harry at all!

Moreover, in his understanding, Harry, as a pure-blood wizard, is the savior of the magic world and the heir of the Potter family.

Dumbledore will definitely take good care of him.

It's not impossible to accept him as a personal disciple.

Now he doesn't know anything, there is only one situation!

That is, Harry is a hopeless case! , idling all day long, eating and waiting to die!

Voldemort tried to suppress his anger and said to Harry with gritted teeth.

"Mr. Potter, Gryffindor will deduct five points for your ignorance!"

"Sit down!"

Harry felt wronged, not knowing what he had done wrong.

He felt that everyone had been targeting him since he came to Hogwarts.

Voldemort was also angry because of Harry.

Although he continued to attend the class, he was obviously not in the mood just now.

He barely finished the class and stopped Argus who was about to leave.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please wait a moment."

Argus looked at Voldemort vigilantly, waved his hand, and signaled Draco and others not to wait for him.

Voldemort's methods were definitely not something that these young wizards who had just entered school could resist.

They were all the core strength of their future, and it was impossible to put them in danger.

"Professor Quirrell, what can I do for you?"

Argus asked politely.

"I remember I said two days ago that we would meet again."

"This time, will you refuse my invitation?"

Seeing Argus hesitate, Voldemort cast his eyes on Draco and others not far away.

His eyes were full of meaning.

"Or, you can call Malfoy and Mr. Nott to come along."

"Given their curiosity about magic, they will surely accept it."

Threat, a blatant threat!

Voldemort's meaning was very clear.

Follow me, or I will fool Draco and the others!

They can't be protected by the brain block like you anyway!

Argus was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, but he didn't dare to take risks with Draco and the others.

He smiled and bowed.

"It's my honor to be invited by the professor."

...

Following Voldemort, he came all the way to Quirrell's office.

"Mr. Grindelwald, with your wisdom, you must have guessed something."

No other

Voldemort no longer cared about the obstacles of others.

He showed the style of the Dark Lord in a strong way.

He looked at Argus as if he was looking at some prey, with a determination to get it.

Argus was unwilling to expose his innate advantage of knowing the plot, and acted with Voldemort.

"You are not Professor Quirrell, who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, you can also call me another name."

"Voldemort!"

Argus did not show any shock at this answer that he had known for a long time.

He looked at the other party calmly.

"I was right, you are one of the few people who heard my name without fear."

Voldemort was surprised at Argus's character.

But when he thought of the other party's identity, he immediately understood.

As the son of the Dark Lord, how could he be afraid of another Dark Lord?

"So, you called me here just to tell me your identity?"

"Of course not." Voldemort sat on the chair and looked up at Argus.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you who carry the blood of the Dark Lord, do you just want to stay in Hogwarts and play wizard games with those mudbloods?"

"Submit to me and offer your loyalty!"

"I will take you to the top of the world!"

Argus didn't say anything, just looked at Voldemort quietly.

When Voldemort revealed his identity to him, he had already guessed what the other party was going to say.

Whether it was his own talent or the Saints Group, Voldemort was jealous of it.

It was normal for the other party to have the intention to recruit him.

Unfortunately, he didn't like it!

The night before yesterday, he and Voldemort were in an empty corridor, and there were not many people who didn't know his movements. If Voldemort took action at that time, he really couldn't do anything.

But now, at least dozens of people knew that he came to Quirrell's office, and he didn't believe that Voldemort would dare to take action!

As for the Imperius Curse... he also needs to have that ability!

Occlumency is also effective against magic that invades the brain, such as the Imperius Curse, not to mention that the opponent is now in a half-dead state.

Take the soul with a hammer?

"Mr. Voldemort, my loyalty is not something you can get with a few words."

"No matter from which angle, my situation and the situation of the saints are much better than you and your Death Eaters."

"Isn't it?"

Voldemort was not angry at Argus's words.

Even though he became cruel and bloodthirsty because of making Horcruxes, as a leader who can build such a huge organization as the Death Eaters, his character is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Many things are not that he can't restrain himself.

He just doesn't want to!

He stood up and looked straight into Argus' eyes.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you know very well that everything about the Saints is built on the foundation of your father."

"But how long can he live? Three years? Five years?"

"I have always known that my father's death is a matter of time, just like..."

A blue light flashed in Argus's eyes at some point, interrupting Voldemort's words.

The next second, a red light lit up.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Just like, I know you are going to attack me!"