Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 138 Albus, Do You Know the Killing Curse?

Riddle has three talents: Parseltongue, Teleportation, and Legilimency.

Voldemort has always believed in this, and has solid evidence.

In the memory of the traveler Lin Zuo, there is a clear record of what Riddle said to Dumbledore in the orphanage. He said this at the time:
I can make things move without touching them—teleportation.

I can make animals do what I tell them to—without training—Parseltongue.

He also tried to command Dumbledore, which obviously wasn't the first time he'd done it.

As for the magic that can command others, the Imperius Curse is the number one, but he obviously doesn't have this ability - otherwise, at the age of 11, it is impossible for him to condescend to be in the orphanage.

Excluding the Imperius Curse, the Memory Curse can also be done, but this is also a very profound and powerful magic, and it still belongs to the exclusionary ranks.

Among the last remaining spells, Legilimency is the most suitable.

By peeking into other people's inner world, trying to influence and order others is also in line with his later behavior.

But it now appears that Voldemort guessed wrong.

Riddle was not born a Legilimency, but possessed another talent: telepathy.

Applying this talent to Legilimency, of course, it is easy to become a master of Legilimency - Legilimency itself needs to follow the other person's mood swings and awaken their related feelings and memories.

Although the talent was different from what he had imagined, Voldemort was quite satisfied. He felt that this talent still had great potential.

However, more than ten days after the Seven Snake Ceremony ended, he had little time to study this talent.

The root cause is that Voldemort's way of merging souls is too violent - he couldn't find the relevant magic, so he could only use this method.

Through strong intrusion, empathy, and finally relying on the remnant soul born from the same root, to extract a part of Riddle's soul, this approach is quite rough.

The damage to Riddle must have been great, but Voldemort was in no mood to consider his feelings.

Just letting the plundered soul smoothly integrate into his own soul has exhausted most of his energy, and he doesn't even have time to study his talent, let alone sympathize with Riddle.

not to mention……

The remnants themselves don't have sympathy for their young self, and Voldemort is even less concerned.

And for more than ten days, in addition to meditating to let the newly drawn soul merge into his own soul, Voldemort also studied the Dark Mark.

It's not that he's idle, but because he discovered that the magic of the Black Devil's Mark borrowed from the Seven Serpents ritual and is closely related to the soul - Voldemort is immortal, and the mark will not disappear, which has already proved the soul characteristics in magic.

Voldemort tried to peek into the secrets of the soul and speed up the fusion of souls.

"The imprint of the soul cannot be erased, Lucius, I think this research can be over."

Voldemort pulled Lucius's sleeve down to cover the skull mark with a snake spitting out, shook his head and said - the mark is just a phantom of the soul reflected, which can be understood as an application of "giving magic a soul", not what he needs of.

"Okay, Dark Lord, it's really nothing to keep, I've cleared the suspicion from the Ministry of Magic." Lucius said indifferently, but Voldemort could feel the regret in his emotions.

Of course, it's hard to say that researching the Dark Mark is for your own research.

Voldemort's public statement was to remove this mark for them so that they could hide their identities.

Now the result is not very good, Lucius doesn't care on the surface, but regrets in his heart, Voldemort doesn't think there is a problem, he just waved him to leave.

Contemplating for a while alone in the small building, Voldemort sighed helplessly.

It has been almost half a month now, and the soul fusion process is less than one-third.

This is the cleanest and purest part of Riddle's soul.

If this part of the soul needs to be fused on a monthly basis, then the remaining part... within a few years, Voldemort will not be able to fuse all the souls in the diary.

"Method, method, method..."

Voldemort tapped his nails on the desk, and muttered while frowning.

He needs a way to speed up the fusion of souls, otherwise the resurrection plan, the revival plan...all of them need to be pushed back continuously.

"There is a way in the Chamber of Secrets, just go back to Hogwarts..."

Voldemort couldn't help but shuddered. Now in his eyes, Dumbledore was simply a super boss, and he really didn't want to be with him anymore.

only……

"Ring Ling Ling~~~"

"Ring Ling Ling~~~"

While thinking about it, the phone on the table rang suddenly. Voldemort frowned, and picked up the phone in doubt—who would look for him at this hour?

"Which one?" Voldemort asked.

"I'm... Albus Dumbledore... Excuse me... Is Mr. Tom Riddle here?" On the other end of the phone, the voice of the old bee came from far and near.

Between his speeches, there seemed to be another voice directing:
Don't move, or you won't be able to hear clearly... Yes, just say it here, yes, into the microphone...

"No."

Voldemort rolled his eyes and hung up the phone directly - damn it, haunting.

"Ring Ling Ling~~~"

"Ring Ling Ling~~~"

The phone rang again, and Voldemort looked over with a frown, and did not move for a long time.

He really doesn't want to chat with this person anymore. If possible, blocking each other is the best result-don't ask the reason, it means you have loved.

But the phone rang over and over again, and finally disturbed him. As for unplugging the phone line...

"Which one?" Voldemort said impatiently.

"Hi, I'm Albus Dumbledore, please help me find Tom, Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's voice came again, sounding very polite.

"I am, Albus, are you making harassing calls?" Voldemort asked dissatisfied.

"You are Tom?"

The voice on the other end of the phone became a little further away, and then he heard Dumbledore asking someone why the voice sounded wrong, and the man explained that the phone caused the voice change and so on...

"Albus, if you're okay, I'll hang up."

Voldemort said loudly - he wanted to make sure that Dumbledore could hear him on the other end of the phone.

"I'm here, Tom, I rarely use this thing, so..."

"Business to talk about, Albus, I don't have time to talk to you on the phone."

"Uh, well, I just want to ask, what plans do you have next, like the Riddle Consortium." Dumbledore said with a little surprise in his voice, "I have to say, your consortium is doing very well. Big."

"You're at Porches?" Voldemort asked, but there wasn't much surprise in his voice.

"Yes, I know all this through Dursley."

There was actually some pride in Dumbledore's voice, and Voldemort was in a mess...

What is there to be proud of?
"I left two suits at Pokiss, Albus, they are for you, times have changed, your old clothes are very gentlemanly, but the style is too old."

After Voldemort finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

"Tom, aren't you afraid?" Finally, Dumbledore asked.

"Afraid of what? Albus." Voldemort asked, frowning. "Can you use the Killing Curse?"

(End of this chapter)