Transmigrating to Hogwarts: Voldemort? How Many Holy Smite Blows Can He Take?

At the end of the twentieth century, in Britain's secret magical world, of which Muggles knew nothing, a chilling rumor began to spread: the Dark Lord Voldemort was about to return, throwing the entire wizarding world into turmoil. "Excuse me, Minister," said a figure wreathed in dazzling light, appearing abruptly before the Minister of Magic's desk. He held a long staff, its tip gently pressed against Fudge's throat. "I'm a paladin, hunting a noseless lich. Could you provide me with any useful information?" As he spoke, he flicked his arm, and a pink, pimple-covered "bullfrog" landed with a plop on the desktop, where it stood out all too clearly. "You suppressed the truth and bought it time to resurrect. You even sent people to torture students with dark magic." "I'd like to know how many Smites you and your master, Voldemort, can take."