Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 118 Give Magic a Soul
"Professor Quirrell, come out for a walk again."

Filch smiled and said to Voldemort who was walking towards him.

"Yeah, a little tired." Voldemort responded with a nod, and asked again, "Are there any troublemakers tonight?"

Filch secretly looked left and right, and after making sure that there was not even a ghost in the empty corridor, he approached Voldemort carefully.

"The twins, and Malfoy, sneaked to the door of Snape's office, but I drove them away." There was gloating in his voice.

"Oh, these troublemakers..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, a figure sprang out from the knight armor behind them, it was Peeves.

"Filch was talking bad about Snape, Filch was talking bad about Snape, Filch..."

While flying, he shouted loudly in the corridor.

Voldemort suppressed a smile, watching as Filch hurriedly bid him farewell, chasing Peeves as he disappeared down the corridor.

"Unlucky Filch..."

Voldemort murmured, and walked up the stairs to the second floor—he was going to the Chamber of Secrets, on a whim.

Not long ago, Dumbledore wrote to him, saying that he could not come back tonight, telling him not to wait any longer, so Voldemort came out to wander.

Stepping into the corridor on the second floor, Voldemort seemed to be wandering casually. After making sure that there were no people or ghosts, he quickly flashed into the women's toilet on the second floor.

After making sure that Myrtle wasn't here—she sometimes went to the prefect's bathroom—Voldemort quickly found the tap with the little snake carved on it.

"Sizzle~~~"

A deep snake language sounded, and the water faucet emitted a dazzling white light and spun rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, the pool began to move, and slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe.

"Whoo~"

Voldemort let out a long breath, and after casting a few lighting spells down, he dived in.

The water pipe was very long, turned and turned, and finally a solid stone wall appeared at the end of the line of sight.

On the stone wall, there are two intertwined snakes with large, sparkling emeralds in their eyes.

"Open."

Voldemort yelled again in Parseltongue.

The stone wall cracked and disappeared, and the secret room was slowly revealed.

"Go back, go back to the cave".

Voldemort closed his eyes and shouted in Parseltongue - in fact he didn't see anything, just afraid of being accidentally hurt.

After waiting quietly for a while, after making sure there was nothing unusual, Voldemort opened his eyes.

"Fluorescent flashes."

A white light was driven deep into the chamber, illuminating the long, dimly lit room.

Like the room I saw when I retrace the curse, it was filled with columns of serpents engraved with coiled entanglements, supporting an invisible ceiling.

The whole room was filled with green and mysterious clouds, and Voldemort walked in cautiously, and slowly came to the end of the chamber of secrets where the full-body statue of Salazar Slytherin stood.

Voldemort had no intention of summoning the basilisk, he was just looking at the Slytherin statue for a hint of influence on the castle.

In the silence, Voldemort stared at the statue for a long time, but nothing happened.

"Need to use magic?"

Voldemort murmured and picked up his wand, but he was hesitant to do so.

"How are you Gryffin, child?" A voice suddenly came from the mouth of the stone statue.

"Who is there?"

Voldemort took a step back and raised his wand - how could there be anyone here?
"Do you want to know who I am?"

After the words fell, the stone statue of Salazar Slytherin, which was as tall as the room, began to make a "rumbling" sound from the mouth, and it split open after a while.

Voldemort closed his eyes immediately, and stepped back quickly - as far as he knew, the mouth was the troll's exit.

"Stupid child, can't you tell the difference between snake language and human language?"

The voice sounded again, Voldemort thought for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a figure made of green mist, standing proudly on the lower lip of the stone statue.

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked warily - looking back and forth between the little green figure and the statue, they looked so much alike.

"Salazar Slytherin."

As the green figure said, he jumped up suddenly, and then slowly fell down like a maple leaf.

Voldemort held his wand vigilantly. If any uncontrollable situation happened, he would use Porto's golden body to leave immediately, even if it would make him seriously ill.

"Slytherin left long ago and died long ago. Who are you?" Voldemort asked.

"The person talking to me is another soul, right?" The face of the green figure was full of doubts, "Who are you?"

Voldemort was surprised in his heart, he didn't know how he could see through himself, but obviously he couldn't see his true appearance under the blood curse, which made him feel a little relieved.

"You're Tom, aren't you?"

The words of the green figure made Voldemort's heart tighten.

"You asked me for help three times this year, and you really came back."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the lower left corner of his line of sight - the darkest hour, the forest left moment, the killing moment...

Which one is more suitable for the current scene?
"Tom, take it easy and let me think about what's wrong with you."

The green figure said, holding his chin with one hand, frowning and thinking for a while, and said, "Someone used a very powerful oblivion spell on you?"

Voldemort shook his head thoughtfully—he decided to try to communicate with this green figure, perhaps, he was the secret in this chamber.

"Something went wrong with the soul, causing the memory to disappear?" the figure asked again.

Voldemort frowned, but made no reply.

"That's it, there is something wrong with the soul..." The green figure sighed, "I reminded you not to divide the soul too much."

"Who the hell are you?" Voldemort was still biting the question.

"As I said, Salazar Slytherin, or rather, Salazar Slytherin made by Salazar Slytherin," said the green figure.

Voldemort silently searched the remnant memory, but found nothing.

"You can't remember me." The green figure said, "You will forget me when you get out of here, but you will remember other things, including what I told you."

"Why?" Voldemort asked.

"Forgetting the Curse."

The green figure pointed to the surrounding green mist, which seemed much thinner than before, "They will make you forget me, this is a secret room full of forgetting spells."

"I don't understand," said Voldemort.

"Uh... do you want to explain it again?" The green figure frowned and said, "Salazar Slytherin created this chamber, and also created me, an oblivion curse, but at the same time he put part of his soul into it .”

"Give a soul to magic?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise - he'd thought of this method before, after watching Dumbledore's memories, but he'd taken it for granted.

"So to speak." The green figure—or Slytherin—shrugged. "How did you become so miserable, what happened?"

Voldemort didn't answer, he still didn't quite believe what he was seeing, and he was sorting out ideas in his mind.

If what the green figure says is true, then it's all too amazing.

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