Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 167 The Magic Pool of Hogwarts

Chapter 167 The Magic Pool of Hogwarts
People grow up day by day, but maturity is in an instant.

If Voldemort knew what Draco had been through, he would be happy for his student.

He was even willing to spend a few more days for this, to solidify Draco's understanding of the complicated life, and to bear in mind the tricks of good fortune and the unpredictability of the world.

However, he had neither such opportunity nor such time.

On the day after Colin's death, Voldemort held Ginny's body for the first time since the early morning.

Halfway through the morning class, he noticed from the Marauder's Map that Old Bee and Mag had left the castle.

Voldemort couldn't wait for get out of class to end, so he asked for leave to go to the bathroom, and then entered the secret room.

"A magical forgetting spell."

Looking at the phantom of Slytherin made up of green fog, Voldemort couldn't help sighing.

"You can do it too, if you don't divide your soul so much." Mr. Oblivion Curse asked again, "Is there any difference between possessing Ginny and possessing Quirrell?"

"I have seen more hope and more vitality." Voldemort said.

"The other you don't think so." The Oblivion Curse said, obviously the crown, "He was puzzled by everything that happened, but in my opinion, he is more like the old you—he is ruthless and decisive enough."

"That's not important, Mr. Forgetting Curse, I'm curious, how did you manage to restore my previous memories after I came back here? Are those memories always stored in my mind?"

Voldemort asked out his doubts, because as soon as he returned here, his previous memory was restored.

And he was sure that when he left, these memories would disappear again - how could this spell with a soul do it so wantonly toy with a master of black magic?
"If you were the spell itself, Voldemort, then none of this would be difficult, but I don't think you're here to study me, are you?"

"Yes." Voldemort also decided to temporarily put aside his exploration of magic, "I need the magic of the castle to help me fuse the souls in the Horcruxes."

"As the heir of Slytherin, you have the right to enter the Hogwarts Wizarding Pool, now?"

"Now."

As Voldemort spoke, his soul poured into the notebook, while Ginny slowly fainted on the spot.

"Your soul looks much stronger than the previous one. Voldemort, have you discovered the secret about the soul that the four founders never discovered?"

While Mr. Oblivion Curse asked, he came to the statue of Slytherin, but seeing what he had done, the statue raised one hand slowly.

"I haven't peeped into it, but I have a little insight."

Voldemort hid the secrets of the souls of the traversers, and he didn't fully trust the Oblivion Curse—sometimes, he even felt that Slytherin wasn't dead yet.

"I hope you can explore more, Voldemort, that is the expectation of countless wizards."

Mr. Oblivion Curse said meaningfully, and then put the diary in the raised palm of the Slytherin statue, "You may see something, but don't be too surprised, you just need to absorb the magic power."

"Ok."

Voldemort answered in the diary, and then felt a magic vortex under the diary.

The vortex of black mist and silver thread, wrapped in the diary, dragged him along a corridor leading to nowhere, and disappeared into the secret room.

Voldemort's soul floats in the sky of the diary world, looking up at the black mist and silver threads that permeate the world, from which he can feel powerful magic.

Especially those silver threads, which seem to be in the form of liquefied magic power, are much stronger than the magic power of the black mist.

"Can the magic be condensed to this extent?"

Voldemort's soul flew into the vortex, feeling the magic of freedom, and his whole soul was intoxicated by it.

"Burning flames."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and the endless magic power passed through his soul and turned into a monstrous flame, burning in the entire sky of Hogwarts.

"call."

Voldemort quickly extinguished the flames with his backhand, his diary could not bear the continuous output of magic power.

"Even without a body, with these magical powers, I can use magic. The meaning of the body..."

Voldemort suddenly smiled in surprise, "There must be a carrier, I think too much."

After he smiled, he suddenly felt that the outside world stopped moving.

In other words, the diary has reached the end of the corridor.

"Although the soul fusion should be done immediately, I'm really curious about the source of magic in Hogwarts."

He couldn't help being curious, and his soul squeezed out the space of the diary along the gap where the magic power penetrated.

The moment he came out, Voldemort felt endless pressure—surrounded by a silver ocean, turbulent and tumbling.

He had never seen such a huge magic power, it seemed endless.

Trying to peek further, but there is only an endless sea of ​​magic around you, and you can't see anything at all.

"What kind of magic can gather so much magic power?"

Voldemort's heart was full of curiosity, enduring the pain of his soul being squeezed, he tried to surge towards the top of the magic ocean.

Following the waves, he went up again and again, and finally, after several efforts, he broke through the sea of ​​magic power and came to the surface of the sea.

"This……"

Looking at the four huge statues around him, Voldemort was stunned.

what did he see ? ?
Hogwarts Big Four - Horcruxes? ? ?
Yes, Voldemort, who has rich experience in making Horcruxes, made such a judgment in an instant.

The four statues stand opposite each other, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. They look down on the magic sea.

At the same time, a trace of magic power was condensed by the four horcrux statues and sprinkled into the magic power sea.

In other words, this huge sea of ​​magic power, the sea of ​​magic power that supports the entire castle, is slowly condensed by these four Horcrux statues for thousands of years.

"The Big Four..."

Voldemort's exclamation was full of admiration for the Big Four.

He made Horcruxes by himself because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but the four predecessors in front of him were for the academy, for the children, and for the future of the magic world.

Compared with this realm...

Grindelwald's road is narrowed.

After sighing, Voldemort, not daring to waste any more time, dived back into the diary, and directly lifted Tom Riddle out of the secret room.

"This time there is a magical blessing, I hope to integrate more souls faster."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Tom Riddle's head, and poked into it again.

In the sky of Hogwarts in the diary, Tom Riddle is bound in the air by a cross, and Voldemort's hand covers his head.

Endless black mist and silver magic power enveloped the two of them, constantly washing them.

At the same time, the magic power visible to the naked eye was also washing the entire diary.

Time, at this moment, seemed to no longer exist.

And Voldemort sank into Riddle's soul again...

(End of this chapter)

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