Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 119 "Fate" Comes From Here
"As a wizard, I can't trust those beings who can't see their brains."

The green figure was taken aback by Voldemort's words, and then smiled disdainfully.

"I have to say, Tom, you are much more cautious than before." The green figure said, "But you can feel my soul, can't you?"

"I've been cursed so I can't feel other people's souls, and they can't feel mine."

"It seems that you are in a bad situation, Tom, I told you a long time ago that there are too many Horcrux splits, and the consequences will be very serious."

"I don't remember that at all, so, sorry, I can't trust you."

Voldemort said, backing away slowly, he was no longer ready to communicate with this unknown being.

"I taught you how to make Horcruxes, and I taught you the black magic..." The green figure shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it when you remember."

Voldemort, who was backing away, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He asked in confusion, "You taught me how to make a Horcrux?"

"Of course." The green figure nodded.

"Isn't it Professor Horace Slughorn?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

In memory, he asked this professor about Horcruxes in sixth grade.

Of course, this is Lin Zuo's memory, and the early memories in the remnant soul have disappeared too completely.

"How is it possible, you forgot how old your first Horcrux was made?" the green figure asked.

Voldemort frowned...

He did not remember the exact time in his memory, but Lin Zuo knew the age in that diary - 16 years old.

At the age of 16, he should be in the fifth grade of Hogwarts, but he only asked about Horcruxes in the sixth grade, this...

"It seems that you haven't lost all your memories, but you have become as stupid as Gryffindor." The green figure said dissatisfied.

Voldemort remained silent and did not answer, but awakened Quirrell in his soul.

"Can you feel the soul in that green figure?" Voldemort asked Quirrell.

Quirrell's soul is not under the curse of the vampire. If the green figure on the opposite side is not lying, Quirrell should be able to feel it.

"I can feel, master, a very old and dilapidated soul." Quirrell's voice was full of doubts, obviously the green figure confused him.

"Go and rest, Quirrell."

After letting Quirrell fall into a deep sleep, Voldemort finally lost a little doubt in his eyes looking at the figure in front of him.

"Three times the curse did come, but I never remember asking you for help," said Voldemort. "Can you explain it to me?"

"Soul magic."

The green figure waved his hand back, and a ball of black and green magic immediately emerged from the mouth of the stone statue, "This is your curse on Professor Dark Magic Defense. There is a strand of your soul hidden in it, and you can influence it."

"I can put magic into the soul?" Voldemort was quite surprised, there was no such memory in the remnant soul.

"It was perfectly fine before, but after you cut the soul a few times... In fact, this time it is already very reluctant." The green figure said mockingly.

Voldemort: ...

"You have used this magic three times this year, I can feel it." The green figure said again, "A little too often, Tom, this is not good, the curse has no time to accumulate strength."

"I didn't intend to cast the curse... I just thought that there should be a curse falling at that time, so that it would affect it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, this is your curse, and it still contains your soul. When you think it is necessary, it will come of course." The green figure said affirmatively.

"But I don't have a clear order, I just feel..."

"That's enough, Tom. Such a strand of soul has no thinking ability. If it can respond to your consciousness, it's already pretty good."

Voldemort nodded slightly, but his thoughts were a little wandering:
Co-authoring these three curses, all of them are cursing themselves...

I got a bracelet and defended it for a long time, but I still defended myself...

No wonder fate is like copying memory, the root of everything comes from "I believe"...

Voldemort, who had been nervous for a semester, finally understood what the problem was, and showed a bitter smile.

It's a bit stupid to do this, and it's embarrassing enough to say it. No wonder the opposite person keeps mocking himself as a Gryffindor. It seems that he does have a Gryffindor-like tendency.

Maybe, Lin Zuo is suitable for Gryffindor... Voldemort thought about it.

Stopping thinking, Voldemort asked the green figure, "Then how do you prove that you are a Slytherin?"

"Why should I prove that I'm a Slytherin?" the green figure asked back.

Voldemort was taken aback, and asked, "How can I trust you if you don't prove yourself?"

"Do I trust you?" The green figure asked again.

Voldemort was silent, and it seemed that the green figure was right.

He really didn't have to prove anything, if he didn't need Voldemort to do anything.

"If... you are the curse left by Slytherin, what is your function?" Voldemort asked.

"Take care of the secret room." The green figure said without hiding, obviously he trusted Tom.

"That's it?" Voldemort was a little puzzled, "There are no other secrets?"

"Release the basilisk, come out to kill people, what else do you want?" the green figure asked back.

"..."

Voldemort somewhat believed that there was a Slytherin soul in this green figure.

To take killing for granted...that's really very Slytherin.

"Mr.... Mr. Oblivion Curse." Voldemort still felt bad calling him Slytherin, "Why did Mr. Slytherin do that?"

"Tom, you have forgotten too many things." The green figure said with a sigh.

"You can tell me again," said Voldemort.

The green figure thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I will only release the basilisk to kill those mudbloods when necessary."

"You still don't understand the point of doing that," said Voldemort, "and, generally speaking, I don't use the term Mudblood, Mr. Forgetting Curse."

"Mudblood is not an insult, at least not in my mouth."

The green figure waved his hands, and said unhurriedly, "Muggle wizards are divided into two types. One is that both parents have a wizard, and the other is neither. The mudblood in my mouth refers to this kind of wizard."

"So? They all deserve to die?" Voldemort asked.

"They shouldn't die, but they must die." The green figure said coldly.

Voldemort pondered for a moment, then said, "There must be some reason for this, right?"

"Of course, I have no intention of killing anyone, but I have to do it as a last resort."

"Under what circumstances is it a last resort?" Voldemort said, slowly lowering his wand.

He was sure that the green figure in front of him could communicate. Although he still couldn't fully trust the other party, it was very impolite to always point his wand at the other party - and it was also easy to generate antagonism.

"When half of the students in the castle are mudbloods, the basilisk will slaughter them." The green figure said in a deep voice.

Voldemort's eyes froze—even if it's a mudblood, it's still a wizard. This green figure, why did you do this?

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