In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Voldemort patted the shoulder of a male wizard whose face had turned red from excitement, and then his gaze was fixed on Dolohov, who had been waiting nervously for a long time.

"And this one, Antonin Dolohov, you must remember him. He used to fare very well in Slytherin when he was at school, and now he is working as a castle caretaker at school, which is also a busy and energy-intensive job, and those children are at a young age when they are not well-disciplined"

When he heard Voldemort's words, Dolohov's body trembled slightly because of excitement, and he hurriedly said.

"These are all that I ought to do, my lord."

"There is nothing that one should or should not do." Voldemort smiled and said, "Each of us working together to make a better future for the magical community. But you've been holding this position for a long time too, haven't you?"

Dolohov's eyes lit up briefly, but then he masked them well, and the face that had remained fierce in front of the mudblood students now showed the same honesty that a good watchdog would show.

"Whatever I might do to serve beneath my lord, it would be the greatest honour of my life!"

"But talented people can't just waste their talents, your achievements over the years as a caretaker are outstanding, I'm very satisfied, perhaps the next year you can get a position more suitable for your abilities."

Dolohov was obviously excited, an excitement that he simply could not hide.

"Everything will be done according to the lord's arrangement!"

"I will certainly make some arrangements for your future, and of course, you will have to maintain your present merits and do your job well."

With such a promise from him, it was equivalent to having a guaranteed promotion in the next year.

Dolohov naturally tried to show even more performance at this time, and he said with a serious face.

"I will not fail your expectations, sir!"

Since such words have been said here, of course, Dolohov will not continue to "waste time" at the banquet, to show his own merits of hard work and commitment, he left the banquet hall in advance after saying farewell to Voldemort and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

At this time the clock had just arrived at eight o'clock in the evening, the students and faculty in the castle's great hall were still enjoying their meal, and after Dolohov returned, he first went to the great hall for a while.

However, with these faculty members who did not enter the core circle of the upper echelons of the British magical world, he naturally did not want to talk about much. He just casually mentioned a few words about the prosperity of another Christmas banquet with an arrogant face, then left the table and went to the underground.

He actually knew very well what Voldemort really appreciated about him, discipline those pureblood and half-blood students, no matter who arrived it was the same, only in the case of managing mudbloods, what he did satisfied that gentleman the most.

Humming the new tune of the Weird Sisters happily, Dolohov arrived at the "banquet hall" of the mudbloods, then opened the door and walked in.

After he entered, the atmosphere on the underground floor, which could barely be described as relaxed, instantly became quiet.

Every Mudblood student looked at him and then lowered their heads in fear before they could meet his gaze, while among them, a young girl's face suddenly turned pale the moment he entered.

The two Heads smiled fawningly and welcomed Dolohov in.

Ignoring the two fawning ones beside him who are not even considered lapdogs, he, who is very sensitive to the number of mudblood students, frowned the next moment after glancing at everyone present there.

"One person is missing?"

Bitter, the head boy who had acknowledged Jon's request to leave, had an even more humble smile at that moment

"It's Randy Smith, he came to me earlier and said he wasn't feeling well and went back to rest in his dormitory early."

"Not feeling well?" Dolohov asked again, raising the pitch of his voice.

And this time, a trembling voice, a girl's voice, suddenly rang out from the crowd of students in the cellar.

"Sir, Randy ate a cookie at noon that he had hidden away but never been able to eat before, and then, it spoiled his health."

The corner of Dolohov's mouth showed a scoff, as if he was sneering at the mudbloods who could only live like rats in this manner.

He looked in a really good mood and didn't appear to be all that angry, and said very casually to the girl who stepped forward.

"You go get him for me right now, even if he is going to die of illness soon, there is no reason for me to stand and speak while a mudblood remains in bed."

"Yes, yes, sir."

The girl named Hermione hurriedly walked out of the cellar and jogged in the direction of the bedrooms.

Jon continued to walk up the spiral staircase for about three or four more layers, which had clearly exceeded the height of Hogwarts, but he was still able to keep going up, only because he had reached a separate tower in the castle.

Walking to the end of the stairs, he appeared in front of a closed wooden door.

When he reached here, Jon became more cautious.

He did not directly reach out to push the door, but carefully squatted at the end of the steps, and then pulled out a tube-like thing from the cloth bag.

The thing was prepared for him by Aberforth to use at the door from the foyer to the Headmaster's office originally. Still, the Basilisk had already knocked the door open by itself, so Jon had no chance to use it, but he hadn't forgotten he had such a thing.

He put the tube-like thing in the crack at the bottom of the wooden door and then squinted his right eye to see at one end of the tube-like thing, and the other end of the tube-like thing that had been put into the other side of the door quietly turned into a periscope like a shape on the ground.

Through this small magic prop called "telescopic eye", Jon saw the scene inside the room at the top of the tower from outside the door.

The space inside is very small, there is only a desk and a chair inside, and on the desk, there is a book and a quill placed in a simple way.

But in such a simple room, the surrounding walls are decorated with three portraits!

Those three portraits are obviously magic portraits.

The old witch on the far left was dozing with her head down, a gloomy male wizard in the middle bowed his head and contemplated about something, while the portrait on the right featured a young man, who babbled incoherently about something Jon couldn't hear!

The moment he saw these three portraits, Jon immediately moved quickly and carefully to pull the telescopic eye out of the door crack!

The Basilisk in the foyer of the Headmaster's office is really just a basic guard, the real guards are actually these three portraits!

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