Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 170
Riddle has grown up and matured.

The cowardly him disappeared with the hungry and bruised night after night.

When the sun hit his face again, he was different.

Smiling, proud, and inadvertently showing a trace of contempt for ordinary people.

Yes, mortals.

This is the name in his heart for human beings other than him.

You guys, can you see through people's hearts?

You, can you make objects move with your will?
Mortals, you don't know my pride at all.

With this in mind, his high head smiled inadvertently.

Both proud and weird.

And since the outing, he has been the uncrowned king among the children in the orphanage.

The children gave him the most comfortable hut, and no one dared to provoke him anymore, just one look from him made people terrified.

"I need a few cabinets, yes, I want this to be my personal space," he told the children.

As a result, he had a room full of patchwork cabinets.

Life has never been the same since then, but it all ended too quickly.

One evening a few days later, Mrs. Cole brought a large man in an elegant fuchsia velvet suit to his cabin on the corner of the third-floor terrace.

This was the first visitor in his life. Out of politeness, he greeted the other party with his spiritual perception:

Angry, resentful, absent-minded.

Riddle couldn't understand why the big man came to visit me with these emotions, was he provocative?

"Hi, Tom." The big man held out his hand for a shake.

But what Riddle felt in his heart was to deal with these troubles quickly and go for a drink.

am i in trouble?

Riddle was very dissatisfied. He once wanted to refuse to shake hands, but in the end he compromised - he hadn't fought against an adult yet, and he didn't want to initiate a leapfrog challenge.

The big man unceremoniously pulled over the chair and sat in front of him, which made him very uncomfortable.

Those older kids who bullied him before would do the same.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"professor?"

Riddle repeated in surprise, and then frowned, "Is it like a doctor? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to check me?"

Riddle has every reason to believe that these orphans who dare not talk about him face to face are playing tricks behind their backs.

Put yourself in a mental institution, like Bill Stubbs, these weak and incompetent mortals.

He was completely angry, ignored the big man's smile, and didn't listen to his explanation, and ordered him to tell the truth—usually, when he relied on his ability to expose the other party's lies, the other party's face was stern, and the other party will tell the truth.

But the big man was unexpectedly calm, he said a place called Hogwarts, and mentioned magic.

Riddle was sure that he wasn't lying, not because he saw it, but because of his ability - he could peek into people's hearts.

So, after a long silence, he asked the big man if his ability came from magic.

It was the first time, and probably the only time in his life, that he had tried to trust someone.

The big man asked him what skills he had, and he excitedly told all his secrets—Parseltongue, telekinesis, and making people unlucky.

The last ability was only recently developed by him.

Or maybe earlier, but he never noticed, but recently...

If anyone makes him unhappy, he will give him a glare, and the other party will be hit by bad luck.

When he told this, he was extremely excited and excited.

In the end, he even went to the window to pray, thanking himself for being different.

Excited, he even forgot to use telepathy, and after the big man confirmed again that he was a wizard, he said even more forcefully, "Prove it to me."

The big man didn't agree to him immediately, but raised his eyebrows and asked him to call himself a professor.

Subtle changes in expression couldn't escape Riddle's eyes, not to mention his request...

Damn it, you actually want me to surrender.

He instantly turned on telepathy, wanting to peek into the other person's heart, and then...

Nothing at all.

For the first time in his life, the thought he peeped into was—blank?
Riddle's expression became stiff in an instant, he stood there for a moment in a daze, and then changed his posture immediately.

He stood up straight, and said humbly and politely: "Excuse me, sir, I mean—professor, can you show me..."

Without saying a word, the tall man took out a wooden stick from his suit pocket and waved it casually at the worn-out wardrobe in the corner.

"Whoo~~~"

The flame rose instantly, setting the whole wardrobe on fire.

Riddle was overjoyed at first, then jumped up in panic. He wanted to jump at the flames—that was his wardrobe, everything in it—but the flames stopped him.

He turned around, ready to question the big man angrily.

However, before he could question the big tall Xingshi, the flame disappeared and the wardrobe was intact.

He was tricked, but it didn't matter, his eyes immediately went to the stick - it looked so delicate and magical.

Riddle couldn't wait to ask him if he could get such a magical stick, but the tall man ignored him.

He suddenly became stern, and told Riddle to open the trembling cabinet and take out an iron box.

The box contained a silver thimble, a tarnished harmonica, and a yo-yo reel.

"You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them." The big tall man put away his wand and said arrogantly, "I will know if you have done it. I also want to warn you: Hogwarts will not tolerate Stealing."

In an instant, all the goodness and expectations disappeared.

That's right, these people only think that they are right, just like those big kids, giving orders condescendingly.

They have no idea what these things represent, and they don't care how hard it is for you to get them.

They formulate rules, stand on the commanding heights of justice, and wantonly issue orders to themselves in the shadows.

but.

Why are they?
The fist, or the stick in the pocket of the suit?

If there is any difference between the two, the former may be more straightforward.

"Understood, sir."

Riddle clenched and loosened his fist, and finally replied dryly, all good mood disappeared.

Just now, a few minutes ago, he thought he was out of this world.

He will go to a world full of people like himself, to a world of extraordinary people.

But at this moment, he already knew:
Maybe it is magical enough, maybe there are countless Extraordinary people there.

But other than that, no difference.

Fist decides life and death, ruthlessness decides status.

The rules that apply to Wu's Orphanage apply to the world.

At the same time, it also includes that magical enough world.

(End of this chapter)