The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Voldemort squinted and looked out the window, his eyes faint.

"The enchantment pattern on your hand is very interesting. It seems that Dumbledore noticed that I was in the castle, peeping at the Philosopher's Stone."

Obviously, Lao Fu found that he had woken up.

Voldemort didn't turn around, just looked out the window at a castle spire.

"He doesn't know what cards I have, so why can't I kill him, huh." Lao Fu sneered.

"I, a teacher who seems to know everything, also have a day of confusion, which is really interesting."

"How to escape death, a wonderful subject."

"Of course, he has this self-confidence. Even if I'm here, in the school, I can't hurt anyone. It's so self-confident and arrogant."

Anton pursed his lips and said nothing.

At a time like this, everything was wrong, and he would rather regard the person in front of him as Quirrell.

Yes, he's Quirrell, that's fine.

"Look at those teenagers on the Quidditch pitch..." Lao Fu was still talking, "Harry Potter? Huh."

"I'm so confused, to expect such a child to kill me? Would you rather believe that prophecy?"

Lao Fu shook his head, as if he was quite emotional, "Yes, I also failed once because of that prophecy."

He turned around and looked at Anton.

"Do you know why Dumbledore has been wary of me from beginning to end?" Lao Fu raised the corner of his mouth, "Because he saw his shadow in me."

"I saw that letter, oh, it's really interesting, Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald, he explained his idea that wizards rule Muggles, for the greater good."

"Grindelwald believed his nonsense and devoted his life to it, but he hid in the castle like a coward to be his teacher."

"He was the greatest white wizard who defeated this dark wizard who threatened the whole world and locked him in Nurmengard Castle." Voldemort sneered.

"He's a coward, he's scared, he's backing away, that's all."

"He knows that this is a great interest, but he doesn't see war, blood, or death, but this is the only way to change. It's really hypocritical hypocrisy."

Anton pursed his lips, but still didn't say anything.

Voldemort stared at Anton with interest, "I see my shadow in you, but I am different from Dumbledore. I am quite happy about it. I intend to invite you to participate in this great change."

Anton still didn't speak.

"You seem to be hesitant to say anything, you can say whatever you want." Voldemort pointed to the magic lines on Anton's wrist, "The curse of the greatest white wizard of this century on me, oh, you know, I can't hurt you ."

This is true, Lao Deng personally promised.

Since that's the case...

Then I'm still afraid of you chicken!

He exhaled softly, "Some people said that I am very attractive. I am indeed very thoughtful and capable. When I grow up, I do have the ability to change." Anton was not humble.

"but……"

"Wizards? Muggles?"

Anton sneered, "None of my business!"

Voldemort was stunned, really shocked, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"I'm very tired, professor." Anton glanced at Voldemort, his eyes blurred, "I used to be mediocre and diligent, and all I asked for in life was a house to shelter from the wind and rain. Now I study hard and work hard. Practice, but just want to live a good life.”

"Everyone has unfortunate experiences. You can say that you don't like this world and plan to change it, but I am different. I can't stand it. I have to have the strength to keep all bad things away from me."

"Change?"

"Change chicken feathers, I'm not interested!"

"Don't bother me when you're alive, and when you're dead, let it flood the sky."

"That's what I mean, Dumbledore is standing here, and I'm saying it too." Anton stared at Voldemort, "The only thing that can still interest me now is the wonderful food and mysterious magic of the wizarding world. That's all."

"You guys are so busy, one wants to change the world, and the other wants to prevent others from changing the world."

"Ah……"

"None of my business!"

Anton got up and left, opened the door, and left.

He just wanted to live wonderfully, to see food and magic. If he was killed for refusing Voldemort, it would be a wonderful encounter. Well, death is not bad, at least better than dying of old age after doing nothing.

He has always been like this, because he is down on life and death, but can live a more comfortable and wonderful life.

"It hurts to be idle?"

In the office, Voldemort repeated this sentence in disbelief, and the most outrageous evaluation he had ever received in his life was this sentence!

This student he liked gave him such a comment?

"None of my business?"

What kind of weird brain circuit is this?

Are all young people like this?

Voldemort suddenly felt a huge gap with this student - a generation gap!

For a time, the three views were completely broken.

"What happened to this world?"

……

……

Anton was in a bad mood and walked slowly along the corridor of the castle.

Many times, human nature cannot stand the test. He admits that even if he is a transmigrator, even if he has experienced so many things, even if he is sometimes brave enough to not recognize himself in his previous life...

But he is still his ~www.readwn.com~ that ordinary ordinary person.

He does not have the big ambitions like Grindelwald and Voldemort, wanting to make the world follow his own will, and he is not as gentle as Dumbledore, doing his best to bring peace and tranquility to the world.

He just wanted to take advantage of his life, walk more, see more, eat more different things, and see the super magic world that he never had the chance to encounter in his previous life.

That feeling is like...

He came to the Harry Potter world to travel, not a complete part of this world.

He even felt a little lonely.

Sitting down on the stairs casually, the parchment and quill in the messenger bag flew out.

"Lupin, I'm homesick, I'm going back for Christmas, remember to prepare egg fried rice for me. Although your craftsmanship is terrible, I still want to eat..."

Anton wrote a lot, the orange light filled the corridor, and a firefly flew around the lamp holder.

After writing, carefully fold it and put it in an envelope.

At least, this world has such an anchor, which makes him feel a little rooted.

He has a home in this world, and this thought gave him so much warmth.

Lupin, Ilsa, Rozier, Anna, Nagini, the old wizard, Pedro. Faces flashed across his mind one by one, and he couldn't help but smile.

So he wrote another letter to Anna, "Have you been back for Christmas?"

He walked briskly to the owl shack, and asked a Hogwarts public owl postman to help deliver the letter. Anton generously took out a piece of potion from his messenger bag and gave it to it, this soft Morku hay. Stems are popular with postmen.