Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 122 The Mirror of Erised

The weather began to become sultry, and the students became anxious.

Voldemort cut back on his visits to Snape, as the headmaster had the same temper as the student, becoming irritable - perhaps he knew his departure was inevitable.

The professors also began to discuss the topic of Snape's departure in private. During this period, Trelawney, who had dressed herself up carefully, made a bold prediction:

The curse of the Dark Magic has been transferred to the Potions class. In the future, the professor of the Dark Magic Defense does not need to be changed, but the professor of the Potions class needs to be changed every year.

Voldemort responded with a friendly smile - if I hadn't seen the curse in the Chamber of Secrets, I might have believed your ghost.

For Trelawney's frequent overtures in recent days, Voldemort was somewhat overwhelmed. Even Hermione noticed his embarrassment, let alone the other professors.

This trouble, I will leave it to Quirrell to solve it by himself in the future, or let him marry someone, anyway, he is a master of prophecy... Voldemort sometimes thinks so, but he never thought of giving Hermione or anyone else to Quirrell. lo.

The days moved forward in the heat, and finally on the morning of the day when the exams were about to end, Voldemort received a letter from Dumbledore and was asked to enter the Chamber of Secrets today.

In this regard, Voldemort had been prepared for a long time. In order not to be misunderstood, he even disclosed the news to a few friendly professors in advance-by the way, he obtained the secret key to pass the level, and he had no intention of breaking through.

In the afternoon, Voldemort came to the secret room on the fourth floor early and did not rush to drink the potion. He was going to use that potion only at the last moment.

If this thing can be saved, it will save money. Snape's compound potion will be useful in the future.

He passed the level smoothly all the way, and when he came to the last room and saw the Mirror of Erised, his heart was a little moved...

If God accepts it, he will be blamed instead.

It doesn't make sense to come here, just leave after soy sauce.

But if he really takes it, then his identity will definitely be exposed...

This made Voldemort hesitate a bit. After all, Quirrell's identity was well cultivated.

Moreover, he is not clear about the effect of the Philosopher's Stone.

Exchange a known good enough identity for an unknown Philosopher's Stone...

"I choose the Philosopher's Stone."

After three seconds, Voldemort made a decision-he felt bad for one more second, let Quirrell go to hell.

After making up his mind, Voldemort came to the Mirror of Erised, and first paid attention to his own desires:
In the magic mirror, he was independent on the top of the mountain, waving his magic wand in his hand, stirring up dark clouds in the sky.

The image in the magic mirror began to pull back, and figures in black cloaks crouching at his feet began to appear, spreading from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, endlessly.

The originally lush green mountain seemed to be covered by a black cloak into a black mountain.

"Looking at the number, one England is not enough." Voldemort murmured, but he wasn't too surprised.

Although the amount of remnant souls is small, there must be more desires than Lin Zuo, so it is not surprising that the desires that appear belong to Voldemort's remnant souls.

To his surprise, in the choice between longevity and rights, Voldemort's remnant soul chose the latter.

But maybe because of the horcrux, the remnant soul feels that he can live forever, so the final choice is the right.

"How about another mode?"

Voldemort was thinking, looking to the lower left corner, instantly igniting Lin Zuo Moment.

The consciousness of Voldemort's remnant soul was suppressed, and the picture in the magic mirror began to change:
The high mountains suddenly disappeared, and then the image of Lin Zuo appeared in it. He was holding a magic wand in his hand, jogging from side to side happily, and one magic after another surrounded him. He looked extremely happy.

"Is the desire to pursue magic the strongest?"

Voldemort murmured, no longer focusing on himself in the mirror, and began to try to use Occlumency to generate new thoughts:
I want to get the Philosopher's Stone, but I don't want to do anything with it, I just want to protect it from bad people.

In memory, Harry got the Philosopher's Stone with this idea in mind, and he tried the same method.

But after standing in front of the magic mirror for a while, Voldemort didn't get any feedback. It seemed that Dumbledore's "little hands and feet" didn't stop there.

"If you add identity verification magic, or age restriction magic...there are too many choices."

Voldemort hesitated, wondering if he should use magic to investigate.

If he does this, Dumbledore is likely to get feedback. If he doesn't, he won't be able to crack the unknown restrictions on the magic mirror...

This kind of helpless feeling of looking at the treasure mountain really tormented him.

"Perhaps...even if Dumbledore checks it out, he will only take it as my curiosity..."

Voldemort wanted to take advantage of Dumbledore's trust, but dismissed the idea in an instant.

It was not the right choice to fool the great White Wizard. Voldemort was able to lurk until today because of his caution and the cooperation of Snape.

If he dares to do something extraordinary...

"So, I have to make up my mind, whether to do it or not, there must be a clear choice."

Looking at the magic mirror, Voldemort slowly fell into thought.

……

Principal room.

Dumbledore was sitting in front of his work, looking at Snape's relationship diagram.

It has to be said that just looking at the relationship diagram, Snape is not a good person. He really has connections with too many Death Eaters.

But Dumbledore racked his brains and couldn't figure out where that person was hiding.

Regarding the potion matter, Dumbledore had already found out through his own channels that Snape had not lied.

But as long as that person is by his side, he will eventually shed some small tails, it is impossible to hide them so deeply.

Moreover, if Snape did nothing, what was the point of the Dark Lord choosing him...

Dumbledore fell into a deep confusion, and the fog seemed to cover him again, and everything that was clear before became chaotic again.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore looked up suspiciously.

Not long after, Mag's figure appeared from the spiral staircase.

"What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore—his mind still not free from confusion.

"It's almost time, Headmaster, Harry's last exam is coming to an end," Professor McGonagall said.

Dumbledore was stunned, he got up to get his coat, and McGonagall saw the paper on his desk through the gap.

"Still studying Snape?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise, "Dumbledore, sometimes you just think too much."

Dumbledore smiled, and waved the papers back to the shelf.

"Okay, McGonagall, don't talk about me." Dumbledore said, "You lure Harry away, and I'll appease Snape. He can't come out to disrupt our arrangement."

Mag nodded and did not speak again.

"Quirinus, he's in place, isn't he?" Dumbledore asked as he put on his coat.

"I went earlier, Dumbledore, and I'm missing you." Professor McGonagall urged.

Dumbledore smiled and hastened to button his coat.

But he couldn't help but glance at the bookshelf—he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out where the root of it was.

(End of this chapter)