Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 2 Voldemort: Harry Killer King!
"Very beautifully forgotten, Quirrell, I must tell you so."

"The rhythm of the spell, the frequency of the shaking, and the trajectory of the wand are all perfect."

On the way out of George Finn's office, Voldemort praised his disciple softly but warmly.

This child is too unconfident, he needs encouragement, especially his own encouragement.

"However, there are also problems."

Sure enough, at this turning point, the soul belonging to Quirrell deep in his mind immediately became tense.

"When you release the spell, there is a moment of hesitation."

"I know it's because of me, and I know you just want to make sure I'm paying attention to you."

"but."

"Son, you need to be more firm and decisive, you know what that means for a spell."

Voldemort stopped his murmurs and held out his hand to stop a taxi.

"36 Hall Street."

As soon as the voice fell, Quirrell in his mind had already spoken.

"Master...mysterious person, I have realized my mistake. If there is a next time, I will be more determined and decisive."

Voldemort nodded and said nothing more.

The people and souls in the taxi fell silent.

Voldemort stared out of the window with rapt eyes, and in the feasting and feasting, he saw life.

It has been ten years since time travel.

In the past ten years, he has lived in a daze, most of the time, he was fighting with Voldemort's remnant soul.

This is an endless war between two souls.

The origin of everything may be the "Avada eating a big melon" that hit Harry, or it may be something else.

His predecessor, Lin Zuo, couldn't confirm the reason very well.

In short.

When he was soberly aware of his soul wear, his soul was already entangled with Voldemort's remnant soul, and they were inseparable.

It was a battle that lasted ten years.

What Lin Zuo relied on was a complete soul and strong perseverance.

What Voldemort's remnant soul relies on is the understanding of the soul and the control of magic power.

In ten years, two souls fought frantically:

Charge, fail, charge again...

Charge, fail, charge again...

Charge, fail, charge again...

The battle seemed to continue endlessly like this, and Lin Zuo's complete soul became riddled with holes in the process.

The remnant soul that grew from Tom Marvolo Riddle to Voldemort divided his own soul by two again and again, leaving only a faint wisp, but it could still deal a fatal blow to Lin Zuo, who had a complete soul.

It doesn't stop there.

In the past ten years, all Lin Zuo could do was to actively or passively withstand the attacks of Voldemort's remnant soul while recharging his strength time and time again.

As for the remnant soul of Voldemort, he took the soul of Lin Zuo who was entangled with him, wandering in the forest of Albania, struggling to survive.

It can be said.

Without the desperate struggle of Voldemort's remnant soul, Lin Zuo can guarantee that his soul would have dissipated in this magical world long ago.

However, even so, he still couldn't see any hope or possibility of living until...

Goldfinger appears.

Voldemort's gaze moved slightly down, to the lower left corner of his line of sight.

There, there is a line of gray text:
darkest hour.

If he sets fire to this line of writing - which he will never do if he has to - then his soul will grow powerful and evil.

It was in this state that he completed the integration of his own soul with Voldemort's remnant soul.

then……

A brand new soul was born with Lin Zuona's broken soul as the main body and Voldemort's remnant soul as the auxiliary material.

This is the new Voldemort.

Yes.

He is Voldemort, not Lin Zuo.

Because this soul has been deeply branded with Voldemort.

Anyone who sees this soul will shout: "Voldemort."

And Lin Zuo who became Voldemort...

Through the understanding of the [Harry Potter] series and the Legilimency that can still be used, he successfully persuaded Quirrell to become his little fanboy.

Quirrell is just like Colin Creevey who Potter met in the second grade, cowardly and playful.

The difference is that what awaited Colin Creevey was the gaze of the basilisk, while what awaited Quirrell...

It's from the greatest white wizard of our time, Dumbledore's sweet and cloying old bee - love.

But Voldemort didn't feel sad for his little fanboy at all, because it was really nothing compared to himself:
Travel across the world of Harry Potter and face off against the Dark Lord.

Barely relying on the golden finger to get out of trouble, and then the enemy turned into an old bee...

hehehe...

Hell-level copy, held in the hands of Voldemort today:
He once fantasized about explaining to the old bee with boundless love that he is not Voldemort...

He also thought, do more good deeds, don't worry about the future, and use love to infect Harry, Neville, and Sirius who have lost their relatives...

He even thought about it, showing an amiable smile, and bombarding Hogwarts...

But in the end, he abandoned all unrealistic fantasies and accepted everything rationally.

after all.

He can't fantasize about the White Witch King, his will is not as firm as the Dark Lord's...

He also couldn't hope that Harry, Neville and others who had lost their loved ones would forgive him...

He can't really use the weapon of peace, because that will cause a series of follow-up problems that he can't solve.

and so……

Let it all go on.

Let Harry face the Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk, Sirius Black...

Until the old bee died of his "love", and then he waved his hand:
"Whoever kills Harry will be crowned king."

Whoever falls in love with whomever, he Voldemort can't kill him.

In short, to smooth out all the ups and downs, he is willing to let go of everything in the end and choose to devote himself to the embrace of magic.

After all, this is a fun world, and he himself once loved this world from the bottom of his heart.

I just hope everything goes well, if not...

Voldemort looked down to the lower left corner again.

There, the gray [Darkest Hour] was lying quietly.

"Sir, 36 Hall Street is here."

The taxi came to a smooth stop, and the driver's voice woke the pensive Voldemort.

"OK, thanks."

After politely responding, he took out the money and handed it to the driver, and Voldemort walked towards the mansion he rented for a short time.

"Mysterious man, do you still want to exercise today?"

Quirrell's voice sounded deep in his mind.

"Yes, why not?"

Voldemort responded softly, and at the same time waved to the few people who greeted him.

Most of these people are experts in fighting and spear skills.

Their significance to Voldemort is to enhance his reflexes and non-witchcraft resistance.

A wizard with strong magic power, even if his body is weak, his reaction speed is still not slow.

But if the magic power is strong, the body is also strong...

Why not make yourself stronger?

After all, Voldemort in the books is not himself.

The old bee had allowed himself to die before a mad Voldemort, but if he had, perhaps Dumbledore would have wanted to do it himself.

And in order to avoid this situation, let yourself pretend to be crazy...

If the script really went according to that, how could he be sure that he would not end in the same way?

Don't overestimate Dumbledore, or you are doomed.

I will not underestimate Dumbledore, because I have been fighting with the remnants of his students for ten years.

"Tonight, let the storm come harder."

After removing the clothes on his body, leaving only the hood and underpants, Voldemort said excitedly.

He will not admit defeat, not to anyone.

Just because of those ten years, his life was really difficult.

It's hard to get a chance to live.

Nobody, don't want me to...

Another dead draw!
　Still begging for tickets, all kinds of tickets, all kinds of begging
　　
　
(End of this chapter)