Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 1 A Letter From Hogwarts Home

In 1991, early July, sunny day.

Outside the office of Professor George Finn, University of London, on a corridor bench.

Quilinus Quillo, who was wearing a dark red light windbreaker and a dark purple scarf around his head, was sitting there quietly.

In London at the beginning of July, the heat is still there, and Quirrell's outfit can always attract the attention of teachers and students in the past.

But his gaze was calm and calm, with a few slender fingers playing with a brown wooden stick:
Alder wand.

Nine inches, unicorn tail hair core, more flexible, from master wand maker Garrick Ollivander.

Thoughts appeared in his calm eyes, and he slowly landed on the wand.

Quirrell...

Or rather, Voldemort...

Or... Lin Zuo...

This body bears too many souls.

But at least, Voldemort and Lin Zuo have merged into one.

Then.

Let's just call him Voldemort.

After all, this is his most "real" identity at this time.

Voldemort's eyes showed thought, staring at the wand, one after another message flashed in his mind:

Alder wood, not easy to bend.

Essentially fond of wizards who are helpful, considerate, and likable.

But as a wand, it never chooses wizards with similar personalities.

Instead, they do the opposite, looking for masters whose characteristics are not the same as their own, or even completely opposite.

In its own right, it is excellent for casting silent spells, earning it a reputation as "suitable only for the highest level wizards".

At the same time, it is extremely useful and loyal.

And the core made of unicorn tail hair...

While rejecting black magic, this is also the most loyal of all cores, and will even "die" because of it.

Two loyalty attributes, plus a resistance to dark magic attribute.

Three elements return to one, it is really hard to kill Voldemort.

Today's Voldemort's remnant soul has completely merged with Lin Zuo.

As for the magic knowledge in the remnant soul's memory, there are only five clear contents:
Imperius Curse...

Cruciatus...

Legilimency...

Awada eats a big melon...

The last part of the content is about the resurrection spells and ritual ideas, which are still half-finished.

In other words, at this moment, Voldemort, holding this wand, can only use magic...

Legilimency.

"What an excellent Legilimency master!" Voldemort murmured in a sarcastic tone.

Just as he was thinking about how to untie the wand from his shackles.

In his mind, Quirrell, who gave up control of his body, spoke.

"Master, will Dumbledore choose me to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?"

In his voice, apart from doubts, there was also a trace of fear.

Voldemort was not surprised by his fear - anyone who put himself on his head and approached the old bee actively, fear would appear irresistibly.

"Quirrell."

"First of all, I want to confirm with you again, don't call me master, call me mysterious person, so that it will not be easy to be exposed."

"Secondly, this position belongs to you, or...do you think they will recruit a professor from Azkaban?"

Voldemort said with a smile on his face.

I have to say that going to Azkaban to find a professor is also a good idea.

after all……

It was the fifth off-campus branch of Hogwarts, and only previous "high-quality" graduates could go there for further study.

"Yes, Mr. Mysterious Man."

In his mind, Quirrell's voice sounded again, causing Voldemort to roll his eyes.

"Get rid of Mr. Quirrell. If you do this, I'm [-]% sure that the eyes of the old bee will stare at you affectionately from behind the half-moon-shaped lenses."

Fear came from the depths of Quirrell's soul again, and Voldemort curled his lips helplessly.

My little fanboy is really cowardly and loves to play.

"Mr. Quilinus Quirrell."

A clear voice sounded, and Professor George Finn came over, "You are ahead of schedule."

Voldemort got up, nodded with a smile: "Yes, so as not to waste too much of your time."

"Compared to the funding you provided for my project, it's nothing to make me wait a little longer."

Professor George Finn pushed open the office door as he spoke, "But I want to say that I am deeply moved by your politeness."

Voldemort smiled back, and followed him into the room.

"So, I don't know if Chilo's mentality has changed for the better?"

Professor George Finn put down the courseware in his hand and took the initiative to pour water for Voldemort.

"Thank you."

After taking the water and taking a sip, Voldemort said, "I don't think so, he's still swinging between arrogance and cowardice."

"I think, with a few more sessions, it will be much better."

George Finn sat down in front of him, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and said, "So, is it convenient for me to continue with him?"

Voldemort nodded and smiled: "Of course, it's your time next."

After the words fell, Qi Luo, who was originally smiling calmly, suddenly became indifferent.

But Voldemort's soul took the initiative to give way, and the control of the body was once again handed over to Quirrell.

"So, let's continue the topic we didn't finish last time."

"Little Quirrell, after you became a professor in that ancient college, what have you experienced?"

asked George Finn, professor of psychology at the University of London and a founding member of the BPS.

"After I became a professor of ... basic science knowledge popularization, I am very happy ..."

Quirrell talked about his experience, although he still seemed indifferent, but compared to a few days ago, he was much better.

In fact.

If it wasn't for the master's repeated pressure, he would be completely unacceptable to be treated by a Muggle—even if this Muggle is a respected and extraordinary professor of psychology.

How could the proud wizard Quirrell allow others to peek into his heart?
only……

The evil master is really terrifying, which makes him dare not disobey his master's orders.

Moreover, it has to be said that Professor George Finn still has some strength.

After the initial adjustment, Professor George Finn has found the problems in his character and started to guide and sort out them in the conversation.

This effect is getting better and better. At least when facing the professor, Quirrell has changed from disgust and contempt to indifference.

Voldemort believed that as long as he continued a few more times, Quirrell would be able to stabilize his mind, and when he saw the old bee, he would not have to pretend to be submissive.

He must admit that he is not a good actor.

Instead of being at Hogwarts, disguise yourself as Quirrell.

It's better to let Quirrell suffer a little bit and disguise him as himself.

after all.

Quirrell just needs to be as calm as himself when facing Dumbledore.

……

The night in London, as always, came.

Darkness can cover many things, thieves, drunks, girls, including...

owl.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Professor George Finn looked back in amazement when an owl came out of the window and tapped on it with its peck.

"It's a form of communication in my family."

"Of course, it's kind of weird that we prefer owls to homing pigeons."

Voldemort took over control of Quirrell's body in time, he said, getting up and going to the window.

"It's really amazing, but... how does it know you're here?"

Professor George Finn asked curiously.

"In the family, there are children who go to school here, and they should be the ones who raised them."

Voldemort lied calmly, took the envelope from the owl's mouth, and took out some snacks with his other hand to feed it.

Looking down at the back of the envelope, it was no surprise that there was a wax seal and a coat of arms.

Surrounding the capital "H" are an eagle, a lion, a badger and a snake.

He turned his head and smiled apologetically to Professor George Finn, then opened the envelope in his hand and unfolded the letter:

Dear Mr. Quirinus Quirrell:
We are pleased to inform you that your application to become a professor of [Defense Against the Dark Arts] has been accepted. The interview will be held at 7:21 pm on July [-]st. Please be prepared.

Another: Please use Floo powder to enter the school. As a former professor of Muggle studies, I think you know the name of my office very well. If you choose another form, you can tell me in advance.

Vice-Chancellor (female): Minerva McGonagall.

The letter ended here, and a smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

"Is there any good news?"

asked George Finn.

"Yes, a letter from home."

Voldemort happily put the letter in his pocket, and then said, "Professor George Finn, maybe your treatment is going to be accelerated. I don't want Quirrell to be like this when he comes home."

"As you wish, Mr. Quirrell."

George Finn nodded and went to work again.

And Voldemort, who gave up control of his body, murmured deep in Quirrell's consciousness:
"Be well prepared..."

"Old bee, it's not easy to deal with."

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(End of this chapter)