Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 168 Tom Riddle: The Evil World

"Woo~~~~~~"

When Voldemort awoke, he heard muffled cries.

"here we go again?"

thought Voldemort.

Entering this strange world again, Voldemort, who forgot who he was and could not control his body, awakened the memory of more than a year ago.

"Looking at it now, this toddler got the worst beating ever because of a feeding bottle."

Voldemort still remembered that the child was afraid to cry before.

Because of his crying, the staff will punish him - grab him, throw him from a high altitude, or pinch his hiding place with his nails.

In this way, even if someone came to check their orphanage, no one would find any wounds on his body.

The deep crying sound attracted the staff not long after.

Then, there was the torment of not seeing the pain, and the more tragic cry of this body.

Although he lost his memory, Voldemort knew that he was not a good person.

But even so, facing such torture, he still felt that these people in front of him were a little too much.

If you really hate it, just kill it, why torture it?
He doesn't understand, but the torture won't stop just because he doesn't understand.

When the soul that controlled the body finally realized that crying was useless—or was unable to control the body to cry—he finally fell silent, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Voldemort fell asleep with him helplessly. He felt that he shouldn't have too much expectation for the future, especially for the soul in this body that controls the body—he is too weak.

Voldemort's judgment was correct, and it took the soul three years to prove its weakness.

From being able to walk, to being able to communicate, to helping others everywhere, and bullying younger children with older children.

He lives a wronged and ordinary life, but fortunately, he is not useless.

Although he dare not speak in that "hissing" voice anymore, he will communicate with others through telepathy.

I have to say, he is a good dog.

When the thoughts of bullying and torture come into the minds of those older children, he will be the first to rush out and give the weaker children a critical blow.

When those older children had the idea of ​​snatching food, he would be the first to rush forward, unscrupulously plundering food that was not much from others, and then hand it over to those older children.

If those adults who don't do much work suddenly have a sudden kindness-there are always a few kind-hearted people in the itinerant staff, but usually they don't stay here for long-he will stand up and take the blame.

But he won't be hungry, because every time he snatches food, he will secretly pinch a piece of bread, put it in his arms while fighting, and then eat it secretly.

Although this will not allow him to gain a stronger body than others, but at least, it can save a few hungry nights.

"Not at all brainless," Voldemort thought sometimes.

Being at the bottom of the food chain, living in such a humble way, in Voldemort's view, is already very smart.

But still weak, isn't it?
Weak and humble living is what Voldemort saw, everything about this child, as for the evil deeds...

Evil?

Don't make trouble, let's talk about good and evil after a full stomach. This small orphanage is obviously an isolated world.

A few years later, the little boy was seven years old, but he was still thin.

The children in the orphanage keep coming and going, the only constant is the oppression of the older children on the younger children.

And on one day of the year, a strange change happened to the child again:

In a game of throwing stones, the child's strong desire to win and lose allowed the child to control the movement of the stones.

It was sudden, the change was not big, and others didn't even notice.

But another soul found.

He started carrying everyone behind his back, trying to control the pebbles, which was hard, but he did it.

Voldemort was very curious about his ability, but it was a pity that he could not control his body, so he could only realize it with another soul.

From the very beginning, controlling the pebbles the size of a grain of rice, to the end, controlling the pebbles the size of a finger cap, another soul spent a whole year.

Voldemort could see another soul's efforts, of course, but he saw the futility of this ability even more clearly.

Even if those stones are controlled, they are only soft.

Wanting to use this ability as a means to resist those older children is simply delusional.

So, life goes on.

This boy named Tom Riddle continued to work as a thug under the hands of several older children.

But as the older children grew older, differences began to appear between them.

Who has more initiative and who can still control more children for profit after leaving the orphanage has become an irreconcilable contradiction between them.

Civil war broke out, and the emaciated Riddle had to take part in it.

In the beginning, he could use his ability to peek into people's hearts to have both ways.

But people's hearts are never static. In this struggle, the power holders split and join, and his role in it is just a duckweed drifting with the tide.

It was alright at first, but slowly, people began to notice that he was both right and left, and began to attack him.

Riddle, who wanted to buy from all sides in order to protect himself, was caught out and made a model.

No one supported him anymore, and food began to be plundered wantonly. If he dared to resist, both sides would beat him up.

And because he was born as a thug, other orphans would not sympathize with him.

This plunged his life into endless torment once again.

For countless nights of hunger and pain, Riddle lowered his voice and cursed his parents.

His father abandoned their mother and son, and his mother insisted on giving birth to him.

However, in the end, he survived alone, facing this cruel world.

why?
He doesn't understand, he doesn't know.

He just thought that if one day—or maybe not—he could get out of this prison, he could gain power, and he would kill those people, those who caused him pain.

Among them, his father was included.

Evil thoughts grow endlessly in every lonely night, nurtured by stomach acid and nourished by pain.

Voldemort's thoughts also fell silent.

He saw the child being born, and saw him being beaten for a bottle of milk as soon as he could walk.

I also saw him begging for perfection like a dog, and seeing him plundering other people's food so that he could grow himself.

Then, all struggles seemed to be in vain.

He sank into the endless darkness, exuding the purest evil under the painful days and nights.

This kid named Tom Riddle, he hated the world, from the moment the world abandoned him.

(End of this chapter)