Chapter 36: Being Attacked by Lao Fu at Night

Grete never expected that it was not the sun or even his roommate who woke him up.

It was a mixture of steam and shadow.

In Grete's surprised eyes, a face condensed on the mixture of steam and shadow.

"???"

Grete was confused. He couldn't figure out why Voldemort woke him up.

Looking out the window, the night was very dark and there was no sign of the sun rising.

Grete really couldn't figure it out. He had already left the rescue team, but he still attracted this Dark Lord.

At this time, shouldn't he escape from Hogwarts as soon as possible?

Grete didn't even try to shout to attract attention. He didn't want to anger the Dark Lord in front of him.

It seems that the Dark Lord failed after all, and was defeated by the natural enemy in the prophecy.

His expression was unwilling to have his purpose destroyed, and he even seemed a little exasperated.

But it was obvious that he showed restraint in front of Grete.

"Hush!" Voldemort put down his finger that was about to cast the Silencing Charm, and just made a silent gesture at his mouth.

"In order to avoid interrupting our conversation, then, faint."

Gret noticed that his roommates who should have been asleep, tilted his head, and successfully fell into a deeper sleep.

"Gret, you should know who I am, right."

Voldemort's tone was quite certain.

"Yes, professor."

Gret did not intend to deceive.

After all, although Voldemort's eyes were full of madness, there was no desire to destroy in his eyes.

"Sure enough, you already knew that the person talking to you was not Quirrell."

"Yes, professor, I always knew."

"You are spying for Dumbledore, right?"

Gret was silent. After all, being a spy is not a good thing, and Voldemort did not hurt him.

"I know you are spying for Dumbledore, but I don't care. I know my reputation, and it's normal for you to be wary.

In fact, I didn't hold out much hope, especially after seeing Dumbledore set up so many levels, I knew that this was a trap set by Dumbledore for me.

He has always been so arrogant, and he has never changed since the first time I saw me.

If I am the visible Dark Lord of the magic world, then Dumbledore is the invisible White Lord that shrouds the entire magic world.

You don't have to deny it, whether it is me or those people in the Ministry of Magic, they all think so.

Even when I was at the peak of my career, they also fantasized that I could overthrow him.

Grete, come with me, I am more suitable to teach you than Dumbledore.

I can make you the greatest wizard in history like me.

Come with me, everything I have will be yours.

The entire magic world will tremble at your feet."

Voldemort's expression was crazy, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes.

Gretel really couldn't figure out what attracted Voldemort to such a big risk that he had to come to the tower to abduct him while escaping.

If he wasn't afraid of igniting this powder keg that was obviously restraining himself, Gretel really wanted to ask his questions.

What on earth attracted you to me? Can't I change it?

I don't know if Gretel's hesitation made this remnant soul feel deceived, and his eyes finally began to show impatience.

The people in Hogwarts are still saving their savior.

But it will definitely not take long for the entire Hogwarts to be checked, and he really doesn't have much time.

There is no more time for Gretel to think.

Realizing this, Voldemort finally decided to use violence.

"Imperio," the light of the Imperius Curse emanated from his fingers and shot straight at Gretel's head.

Voldemort's eyes were full of expectations. He expected to snatch such a genius from Hogwarts and from Dumbledore's hands.

As long as the Imperius Curse takes effect, he can take Gretel away without any scruples.

As for the future, he believes that people like Gretel will eventually convince him and become his good student.

What Voldemort couldn't understand was that his Imperius Curse was blocked by a magic shield that suddenly appeared when approaching Gretel.

"Professor, you don't have to do this. I don't care about the name of the Dark Lord given to you by others.

Even if you are cruel to others, you haven't hurt me, right?"

Gretel's eyes were full of calmness, and he didn't even fluctuate because Voldemort suddenly cast the Imperius Curse.

"I thank you for selflessly imparting your knowledge to me, but you are planning to forcibly abduct me like this. It's really bad and it will reduce your impression points."

Ever since Dumbledore told him that Voldemort had awakened, he didn't choose to show up in front of him again.

He has been wearing the school badge given to him by Professor McGonagall.

Even when he sleeps, he will deliberately take the school badge off his coat and wear it solemnly on his chest.

Even when taking a shower, Gretel did not give up holding the school badge in his hand, just to prevent such a sudden attack.

"Professor, this school badge can last at least five minutes, if you don't want to use the Killing Curse on me.

According to Professor Flitwick, other than the Killing Curse, other dark magic cannot break through this magic shield within five minutes."

It is impossible to say that Gretel is not afraid of Voldemort's killing curse.

Even his utopia is only theoretically possible to resist the big melon, and he needs to stack the utopia to the top.

This kind of instant death curse comes from the will of the wizard, just like Transfiguration, it is not reasonable at all.

He is betting that Voldemort will not do this. At least from the attitude of the two of them getting along, Voldemort admires him very much.

"Also, this spell is within the scope of Hogwarts. The moment it is triggered, it will immediately notify the caster bound to the school badge.

If Professor McGonagall didn't lie to me, they should be rushing here now."

Voldemort smiled, and at this moment, he even suppressed the madness caused by too many soul tearing.

"You are really confident. I really won't cast a killing curse on you, but, Gretel, believe me, you can't escape, you will definitely become my student."

In Gretel's unbelievable eyes, Voldemort turned into a mixture of steam and shadow again.

He easily squeezed into the magic shield that Professor Flitwick promised with a pat on his chest.

"Although I can't take you with me to teach you at any time, you can't be idle."

Grete saw Voldemort tear off a corner from his steam mixture and hit his head.

He only had time to lean to the side, and the gray mist hit his neck.

Before he lost consciousness, Grete saw Voldemort pass through the window of the tower with a look of satisfaction and fly into the distant night.

He only had time to let out a breath before he fell into darkness.

The third update is here. Good night, all book friends, thank you for your recommendation votes.

Small theater

Voldemort (arms-akimbo): Dumbledore, see, my students must be stronger than yours.

Dumbledore: Tom, don't forget, he was a student of Hogwarts first, and then you came into contact with him. Sooner or later, you are a younger brother.

Voldemort: But his body has been engraved with my marks. What else does Hogwarts have besides a diploma? You are a hundred-year-old man.

Dumbledore: You are also a sixty-year-old man. Do you still think you are young?

The two of them exchanged words.

Gretel (rubbing his neck vigorously): Come on, Professor, please explain clearly. What you gave me is knowledge, not some messed-up stuff. If you keep talking nonsense, I will eat the big melon.