Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 126 Long time no see, Tom!
Voldemort finally gave up on the exploration of the magic mirror. After all, the success rate of obtaining the Philosopher's Stone was too low, and he didn't want to take risks.

But he still tried to put this big guy in his bag and take it away. Although it was whimsical and ended in failure, at least he tried.

Desperate to get the Sorcerer's Stone, he started to play with the magic mirror out of boredom, after all, this thing is quite fun.

After playing with the magic mirror for a while using Occlumency, the magic he arranged in advance outside gave feedback, and the trio came.

Voldemort seized the time, took a small sip of the compound potion, and turned into Snape.

"This greasy hair, it feels like I'm wearing a hat."

Voldemort touched his greasy hair with his wand in disgust, and began to wait quietly for the arrival of the savior.

Not long after, Harry barged in.

"It's really you."

cried Harry, and raised his wand first—with a bold hand, which he had learned from Professor Quirrell.

Voldemort was stunned...

Have you always been so brave, child?

After confirming Snape's identity, why don't you run away?

As a first-year student, can you beat the big black bat?
He applauded Harry's bravery in his heart, but he didn't show any mercy in his hands. He threw all kinds of harmless magic over him, knocking the hapless boy to the ground almost instantly.

It seems that as long as no fatal magic is used, the curse will not hurt me... Voldemort was thinking like this, waiting for Dumbledore to appear.

But Dumbledore seemed to be late, he did not show up for a long time.

As a last resort, Voldemort began to play the villain. After all, every villain is nagging and nagging, which is enough to last for a long time.

Until the end, the effect of the compound potion was about to wear off, and Voldemort was really in a hurry—he couldn't drink the medicine in front of the child.

"Ah, Dumbledore is here, lucky you, Boy Who Lived."

Voldemort, who directed and acted himself, was about to save himself and leave, but suddenly a figure walked in from the door, and he was overjoyed because it was Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, oh, you are indeed here, but I, Snape, are not afraid..."

The words came to an abrupt end, because McGonagall, Hermione, and Ron came in after him—what's the situation?Has the script changed?
"Headmaster, Snape is stealing the Philosopher's Stone, stop him, he..."

Harry's yelling gradually died down, because he also found that there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

The four people who came in were silent, and the two little friends kept winking to let him pass, while the "Snape" in his eyes frowned in thought—is he not afraid of Principal Dumbledore?
"The time is coming, Headmaster, are you sure you want to do this?" Voldemort asked softly.

He already had a premonition in his heart, but he still wanted to struggle, not because he had to change anything, but... simply wanted to struggle.

The good times with Dumbledore seem to be gone forever...

"Long time no see, Tom!"

Dumbledore, who was reluctant to speak for a long time, looked at Voldemort playfully after saying this, waiting for his reaction.

Under his gaze, a gentle smile appeared on Voldemort's face, as if he had foreseen this moment.

You can say that the old bee has a dark belly, you can also say that he is hypocritical, and you can even use his orientation to humiliate him, but...

Never underestimate his intelligence, and his extremely meticulous mind.

Voldemort didn't even think about which part of the problem happened, because in his opinion, any part is possible-as long as you act, there will always be loopholes, and Dumbledore happens to be good at finding loopholes.

"Tom?" Harry whispered, looking very confused.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Voldemort swiped his wand a few times in the air, and finally received it on his chest, bowing slightly to several people.

"I don't like the middle name Marvolo very much, it makes me have a deep connection with Azkaban."

"Do you still believe in fate, Tom?" said Dumbledore with a smile. "I thought you had seen it through."

"Names are magic, Albus, the Gaunts should move to Azkaban, it will save a lot of travel."

Voldemort shrugged, "This middle name curses me, otherwise how could I, who is both good at character and learning, become a bad person?"

The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched, she felt that Voldemort's fallacy was very absurd.

"You are still looking for reasons, Tom, when will you be able to admit your mistakes and face up to your own evil?" Dumbledore asked.

"Is it wrong? It's been a long time since no one talked to me so bluntly."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he stood there for a while, in the process, McGonagall pulled Harry to his side, and explained Voldemort's identity to the three of them—this frightened the two children, and Hermione seemed very shocked.

And just when a few children were terrified or surprised, Voldemort's body began to twist, and after a while he turned into Quirrell again.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

Voldemort rubbed his long hair vigorously, and said, "I really don't understand how Snape accepts his long greasy hair. Does he have no money to buy shampoo?"

"Pfft~~"

Hermione was amused by him, and then immediately scowled, because the others looked at her suspiciously.

Dumbledore frowned, and there was deep meaning in his eyes—whether it was the wise and young Tom, or the old and mentally disabled Voldemort, he didn't think he could say the words in front of him.

In his memory, that person's humor is always inseparable from discrimination, from blood to magic, in short, it sounds completely lacking in humor.

But this one in front of me seems to be really different...

Voldemort ignored Dumbledore's gaze. He looked at Hermione and winked at her - as he had often done before - to the admiration of the crowd, and he was not at all nervous.

"You've changed, Tom."

Dumbledore said with certainty - he did not believe that Voldemort could play another self, and pride did not allow Voldemort to do so.

"People change, Albus, and you once hated Muggles and the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort's words caused several children to look at Dumbledore in surprise, but Dumbledore did not respond, he just frowned and paid attention to Voldemort.

"I'm not what I used to be, Albus, maybe we can have a good chat."

Voldemort spread his hands, and glanced to the lower left corner - at this time he was in the [Lin Zuo Moment], the will of the remnant soul was greatly suppressed, and there was really no hostility in his heart.

"Prove it to me, Tom, I'd like to hear from you," said Dumbledore.

"Why didn't you let them go?" Voldemort didn't speak immediately, but asked the three children.

"Will you allow it?" Dumbledore asked back.

Voldemort forced a polite yet awkward smile and looked at Dumbledore.

"I am willing to change the past... mistakes, yes, that was wrong." Voldemort decided to make peace with Dumbledore. Although he didn't hold out much hope, he always tried.

The consciousness of the remnant soul is resisting, he obviously doesn't want to "surrender and lose half", but [Lin Zuo Moment] suppresses this emotion so that it cannot be manifested.

"Do you repent?" asked Dumbledore, "to those who died, to Harry's parents."

Voldemort looked at Harry with an apologetic expression on his face: "Harry, I'm very sorry..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Voldemort twisted his whole body, his face flushed—he seemed to want to say something, but he seemed to be stopped by something.

The light of [Lin Zuo Moment] is dimming, and the will of the remnant soul seems to break through the shackles of this skill.

"I cannot repent, Albus."

After these words came out, the consciousness of the remnant soul finally stopped struggling, and Voldemort also let out a sigh of relief.

If the consciousness of the remnant soul takes the initiative at this time, the negotiation will be completely over. Fortunately, the consciousness of the remnant soul just doesn't admit its mistake, and it doesn't mean that it doesn't want to negotiate-this emotion is obviously not as stupid as Voldemort imagined.

"What's stopping you, Tom, maybe I can help you."

Dumbledore was keenly aware of something, and he also tried to communicate - influence others, Dumbledore likes to do this.

"Do not."

Voldemort suddenly roared, [Lin Zuo Moment] went dark immediately, and [Killing Moment] and [Darkest Moment] simultaneously showed signs of being about to be ignited.

The emotion of the remnant soul crazily affected Voldemort. After breaking the [Lin Zuo Moment], Voldemort was full of disgust for Dumbledore and the others. This emotion came so suddenly and strongly...

The will of the remnant soul felt that the main consciousness wanted to kill him, so he was violently resisting and trying to gain the dominance.

"Give me a moment, Albus."

Voldemort said, frowning, while suppressing the irritability deep inside, "I think I'm leaving, Albus, this place doesn't suit me anymore."

The ego struggle made him want to leave here, and now it seems that it is not time to communicate.

"You know I won't let you go, I have enough reasons to keep you," said Dumbledore.

The expression on Voldemort's face was a little anxious, and the mixed emotions made him feel a kind of split pain - the desire to communicate and the desire to resist blended, and the combination of the two was extremely complicated.

"All stop."

Voldemort's sudden roar - which made him look like a schizophrenic - worked so well that both thoughts stopped.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and he seemed to see the familiar Voldemort again, tyrannical and cruel.

"Get out of the way, Albus, I don't want to hurt anyone." Voldemort looked at Dumbledore, slowly raised his wand, "Don't stop me."

Dumbledore remained silent, while McGonagall nervously protected the three children behind him.

For a moment, she wanted to take the children and leave first, but Voldemort's raised wand held her back.

People are afraid of him, aren't they?

Dumbledore didn't say anything more. After a brief silence, he also raised the Elder Wand that Voldemort could never forget—after a year of enduring, greed finally appeared in Voldemort's eyes.

"I refuse, Tom!"

Dumbledore said softly but firmly.

　23:09, I don’t know how many times I changed it, I checked it again, no matter what, it’s the only way~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)