Gretel never imagined that it wasn't the sun that woke him up, not even his roommate.

It's a mixture of steam and shadow.

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

“？？？”

Gretel was confused, he couldn't figure out why it was Voldemort who woke him up.

Looking out the window, the night was dark and the sun showed no signs of rising.

Glitter really couldn't figure it out, even though he was far away from the salvation team, he still recruited this Dark Lord.

Shouldn't he have escaped from Hogwarts as soon as possible?

Glitter didn't even try to shout to get attention, he didn't want to anger the Dark Lord in front of him.

It seems that the Dark Lord has failed after all, at the hands of the prophesied predators.

His demeanor was unwilling, even a little angry.

But it was clear that he showed restraint in front of Gretel.

"Shh Voldemort lowered his finger to cast the Silence Spell and only made a silent gesture to his mouth.

"In order to avoid our conversation being disturbed, then, faint to the ground."

Noticing his roommates who were supposed to be asleep, Glitter tilted his head and managed to fall into a deeper sleep.

"Gretel, you should know who I am, right?"

Voldemort's tone was quite affirmative.

"Yes, Professor."

Glitter had no intention of cheating.

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

"Sure enough, you already knew it wasn't Quirrell who was talking to you."

"Yes, Professor, I always knew that."

"You're giving Dumbledore eyeliner, right?"

Glitter was silent, after all, being a spy was not a good thing, and besides, Voldemort didn't hurt him.

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

Actually, I didn't have much hope, especially after seeing that Dumbledore had laid out so many levels, I knew that this was a trap that Dumbledore had set for me.

He's always been so arrogant, and he hasn't changed since he first met me.

If I am the visible Dark Lord of the wizarding world, then Dumbledore is the invisible White Lord that hangs over the entire wizarding world.

You don't have to deny that both I and the people in the Ministry of Magic think so.

Even, when I was in the prime of life, they fantasized that I could overthrow him.

Come with me, Gretel, I'm better suited to teach you than Dumbledore.

I can make you as great a wizard as I have ever been.

By the end of my life, everything I have will be yours.

The whole wizarding world will tremble at your feet. ”

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

Gretel really couldn't figure out what attracted Voldemort to be worth the risk he had to take to the tower to abduct him while fleeing for his life.

If it weren't for the fear of igniting this powder keg that was obviously restraining himself, Glitter really wanted to ask his question.

What the hell did I attract you, I can't change it?

I don't know if it was Gretel's hesitation that made the remnant feel deceived, and impatience finally began to appear in his eyes.

The Hogwarts people, even now the saviors who are still saving them.

But it won't be long before the whole of Hogwarts will be investigated, and he really doesn't have much time.

There was no more time for Gretel to think about it.

Realizing this, Voldemort finally decided to use violent means.

"Imperio," the Imperio glow emanated from his fingers, shooting straight at Gretel's head.

Voldemort's eyes were full of anticipation, and he was looking forward to snatching such a genius from Hogwarts, from Dumbledore.

As long as the Imperius Curse is in effect, he can take Gretel with him without any scruples.

As for the future, he believed that people like Gretel would eventually convince him to become a good student of himself.

What Voldemort couldn't figure out was that his Imperius curse was blocked by a magic shield that suddenly appeared when he approached Gretel.

"Professor, you don't really have to, I don't care what other people call you the Dark Lord.

No matter how cruel you are to other people, you don't hurt me, do you? ”

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

"I thank you for selflessly imparting your knowledge to me, but you are going to forcibly take me away like this, which is really bad and very impressive."

Ever since Dumbledore told him, Voldemort had awakened, but had not chosen to appear in front of him again.

Professor McGonagall gave him the school badge, which he wore on his body every inch.

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

Even when it was taking a shower, Gretel did not give up holding the school emblem in his hand, just to prevent this sudden attack.

"Professor, this school emblem will last at least five minutes, if you don't want to use the Death Reminder Charm on me.

According to Professor Flitwick, it is impossible for any other dark magic to break through this magic shield in less than five minutes, except for the Death Reminder Charm. ”

To say that Glitter was not afraid of Voldemort's require spell is impossible.

Even if it is his ideal township, it is only theoretically possible to resist gnawing big melons, and he still needs to pile up his ideal township to the top.

This instant death curse is derived from the will of the wizard, and like Transfiguration, it is not at all reasonable.

He was betting, betting that Voldemort wouldn't do it, at least judging by the way the two of them got along, Voldemort admired him immensely.

"Also, this spell is within Hogwarts' range, and the moment it is triggered, the spellcaster bound to the school emblem will be notified immediately.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't lied to me, they should be here by now. ”

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

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

In Gretel's incredulous eyes, Voldemort reverts to a mixture of steam and shadow.

Easily squeezed into the magic shield that Professor Flitwick was clapping his chest for.

"Although I can't take you with me to teach you all the time, you don't want to be idle."

Gretel watched as Voldemort tore a corner from his vapor mixture and slammed it into his head.

He only had time to lean to the side when the gray mist smashed down on his neck.

Moments before he lost consciousness, Glitter saw Voldemort happily fly through the tower window into the night.

He only had time to take a breath before he was plunged into darkness.