At one time my only wish was to be a police official. It seemed to me to be an occupation for my sleepless intriguing mind. I had the idea that there, among criminals, were people to fight: clever, vigorous, crafty fellows. Later i realized that it was good that i did not become one, for most police cases involve misery and wretchedness-not crimes and scandals.
By being so long in the lowest form [at harrow] i gained an immense advantage over the cleverer boys. . . . i got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary british sentence - which is a noble thing. naturally i am biased in favor of boys learning english; i would make them all learn english: and then i would let the clever ones learn latin as an honor, and greek as a treat.
The first casualty in any war is the truth. In world war ii, i was part of a group of people who used to meet once a week with the sole purpose of analyzing the news and trying to work out what we weren't being told. We thought that we were clever, but we had absolutely no idea what was really going on. It was only years later that we learned the true story.
Many are whispering that voldemort must be behind it. However, that is the point: they whisper. They darent confide in each other, not knowing whom to trust; they are scared to speak out, in case their suspicions are true and their families are targeted. Yes, voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion: remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.