There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Tom never expected that the first person he met when he saw the sun again was his servant.

But it also makes sense.

I am a precious Horcrux.

Of course, the main body has to be hidden in the wilderness...in a secret place, or in the hands of someone trustworthy.

"It seems that this uncle should be my most loyal servant in the future." Tom breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, he didn't dare to reveal his identity.

There is a principle in the West, the slaves of my slaves are not my slaves.

Uncle Voldemort's servant, what's the matter with my 17-year-old Tom Riddle?

At most there is a bit of incense.

"Sir, you are majestic and imposing, and you have an extraordinary appearance. I don't know what kind of demeanor you can be loyal to." Tom complimented: "If it is a white wizard, it will surely shine forever. If it is a black wizard, then the evil spirits will be rampant A generation."

Lucius: "..."

Can't tell, the Dark Lord in his boyhood was actually a sycophant.

Don't talk, it's nice to talk.

"He is indeed great, but unfortunately, God is jealous of talents."

"My master Voldemort is in great trouble." Lucius said in a heavy voice.

Tom was startled.

what?

Hey?

What's wrong with me?

"That's what happened." Lucius honestly told what happened to Voldemort ten years ago.

"Did Voldemort be rebounded by Avada when he tried to kill Harry Potter?" Tom pondered, "I seem to have heard of this kind of magic... It's too ancient, blood relatives can use their lives to cast it, and it's limited to one person .”

"What on earth did Voldemort think, to kill babies because of a prophecy?"

"It's ridiculous."

Tom shook his head. The future me is so stupid. Hey, I am as brave as I am, so I should have no taboos.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie in front of him, they will all be smashed to pieces.

I was born to stand on the summit of wizards, waiting for the next generation of wizards to challenge me.

Regardless of his genius and excellence, for me, it is just a spice to pass the invincible life.

"Tom, I'm very grateful for your help, but you can't insult my master!" Lucius said with one point of melancholy, three points of anger, five points of grievance, seven points of unwillingness, and nine points of bewilderment.

"I don't know why he wanted to kill a baby, but I believe he must have his reasons!"

Ah this.

It feels a little weird that someone is brainwashing his future self, but he is spraying himself.

Tom resolutely gave up thinking about this aspect.

"In order to revive the master, I searched for many treasures." Lucius said, "I heard that the legendary treasure, the Sorcerer's Stone, is hidden here. I came here to snatch it. However, the Sorcerer's Stone is too precious."

"Many dark wizards fight with me for it."

"Tom, help me, when I get the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect my master, I will ask him to create a body for you, so that you can truly come back to life!"

"You must want to come back to life, right?"

"But, I remember that the Philosopher's Stone can't bring people back to life, it can only make them immortal!" Tom wondered.

"As the greatest dark wizard in history, my master didn't really die, he still has a remnant soul."

"As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone and absorb a lot of life force, he can come back to life!"

It turned out to be the case.

But is there actually only a remnant soul left in the main body?

Tom sneered, coincidentally, I am also a remnant soul!

In the past, you had strong mana and body, and you sealed all of our horcruxes.

Now, everyone is a remnant soul, who is more noble than whom?

"Maybe, I can try to be resurrected through the Philosopher's Stone and become the real Voldemort walking in the world!" Tom is ambitious: "I swallowed the body, with a young body, passion, creativity, peak mana and combat experience, Invincible!"

Tom looked at Lucius pityingly.

"Little fool, you are a loyal and loyal person who has dedicated yourself to running around for the future me."

"When I am resurrected, I will give you unimaginable rewards!"

"Under one person, above ten thousand people!"

"Mr. Don't worry." Tom smiled: "I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone."

"I don't want to live with a soul for a long time."

"For my future body, I will do my best."

Lucius and Tom came to an agreement, and the two laughed.

Everyone has their own calculations and ghosts, and they all have a bright future.

And in the other room, Quirrell sneezed hard.

"Master, I don't feel good." Quirrell said, "It seems that something big is going to happen."

"Something has happened." Voldemort said blankly, "Quirrell, it's me that you fear the most?"

Opposite Quirrell, there was a Boggart who looked exactly like Voldemort, looking at him with the same expressionless face.

With a Voldemort in front and a Voldemort behind his head, Quirrell expressed a lot of pressure.

Why does Voldemort have so many!

"If you want to be a general under my command in the future, you can respect me and fear me, but you can't fear me." Voldemort said: "Otherwise, how can I rest assured that I will give you the position of being under one man and above ten thousand people?"

Quirrell secretly felt ashamed.

"Master, it's all my fault. Is there any use in admitting my mistake now?"

"Our top priority is to kill Boggart first and enter Libra."

That was true, but Voldemort didn't feel right.

Killing yourself, it's outrageous! Open the door for Outrageous, Outrageous is home.

"Don't worry, what is there to be afraid of when I become a Boggart?" Voldemort sneered, "It's a counterfeit, how can it beat you who has a genuine guide?"

The Beggar Earth Demon on the opposite side waved his wand, with the Beggar Earth Demon as the center, dozens of streams of clear water were released at the same time, and the water balls blasted in all directions.

Voldemort: "..."

What the hell is going on!

It was the first time he saw something that could release dozens of spells at the same time!

Quirrell quickly lay down on the ground.

Lazy donkey roll!

As long as the water polo is flying in the air, it is absolutely impossible to hit him on the ground!

No, it's too dangerous to see things like this.

Quirrell turned over resolutely, his head resting on the floor, his eyes fixed on Beggar Demon.

Voldemort's face was on the back of Quirrell's head.

Quirrell's posture made Voldemort's face touch the cold floor, and he was pressed out of breath.

"Quirrell! Why can the me in your fantasy cast dozens of spells at the same time!" Even if he was pressed to the ground, Voldemort still roared: "This is not magic!"

"Of course we ordinary wizards can't, but master, you are a legendary wizard, the greatest Dark Lord in history!" Quirrell said shyly, "So, I will make you stronger by a million points."

Voldemort was speechless.

However, Beggar Demon didn't give them time to breathe.

The raging fire was burning in the room, except for the feet of Old Demon Beggars, the other places were on fire.

MMP in Voldemort's mind.

"What the hell! The whole room is set on fire, how do you hide!"

When the AOE output is strong enough, it is meaningless to move or predict.