Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 188 Tom Riddle: The Yew Wand

"At Hogwarts."

Dumbledore, who was still young, said: "We not only teach you to use magic, but also to control it...I believe you did it unintentionally...It must not be tolerated...The Ministry of Magic...punishes lawbreakers...obey our orders law."

After Riddle promised that Dumbledore would return those toys, the next minute or so was endless lectures.

He first tolerantly expressed his belief in himself, and then threatened himself with the rules of the school and the laws of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, in Riddle's view, this is intimidation, no different from the fists of those big kids.

law?

He never saw Law walk into Wu's Orphanage.

There are only rules here, the rules above the light, and the rules under the darkness.

Obeying these two rules and using his abilities, he has come to where he is today.

He firmly believes that he can do the same in another place.

So, he nodded and said, "Got it, sir."

After answering, Riddle put away his stolen goods expressionlessly, then turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I do not have money."

He didn't say it politely, and he didn't feel the need to be polite.

Since you found me and asked me to abide by the rules, you should pay the money.

Dumbledore didn't disappoint him.

He took out his leather purse, told him that Hogwarts had a fund to support poor children like them, and suggested that he buy second-hand books.

In the end, he had to take Riddle along to buy it.

But Riddle refused.

He hates having a "rule" around him, it makes him uncomfortable.

Moreover, he also prefers to act alone.

When explaining the route, the tall professor in front of him made a joke with him that he thought was very interesting:

"Ask for Tom the pub-keeper—easy to remember, with the same name as you."

This made Riddle wave his hand angrily, trying to drive the name away.

"You don't like the name 'Tom'?"

The professor asked, but Riddle didn't give the answer in his heart.

In fact, he liked the name.

In the orphanage, not all children have first and last names.

He used to be proud of this, and thought that the father who had the same name as him would be as amazing as him and would come to pick him up.

However, no.

He once waited for the light in the darkness, but until he tore the darkness and got stuck in it, all he waited for was just a "rule".

Tom?

Sometimes he would resentfully think: Let this name go to hell with my damn father.

"Too many people called 'Tom'."

He said something copingly, but then he couldn't help but wonder about his father.

After all, that was his only family member. Maybe he didn't come because there were unavoidable reasons, so he still asked, "Is my father a wizard? They told me that his name is also Tom Riddle."

"sorry, I do not know."

The professor's voice in front of him was softer, which made Riddle feel better, and he also had the desire to express again—after all, Riddle was still an 11-year-old child.

"It's impossible for my mother to know magic, otherwise she wouldn't die." Riddle guessed, "It must be my father..."

He wanted to say more, but after thinking about it, he held back.

That person hasn't been here for many years, and he is still annoyed by it after all.

He began to change the subject abruptly, asking how to get to Hogwarts after shopping.

The tall professor patiently explained to him, which softened his heart a bit.

"I can talk to snakes," he asked. "Is that normal for a wizard?"

He wanted more recognition, even praise, because he felt special, but he didn't get it.

"It's rare," the tall man hesitated for a moment, then said casually, "but it's not unheard of."

Riddle's heart cooled down again, hesitant and casual, very contradictory expressions, which could not escape Riddle's sensitive heart.

The person in front of him is lying, even if the telepathy doesn't work, he can tell it based on experience alone.

He began to stare at the other person, hoping that the other person would tell the truth.

After all, a person who has talked about the rules for a long time will never be unruly.

Yes, no, the other party just stared at him, as if he was the one who made the mistake.

Well, he fully understood that it was also an unruly world.

Riddle took the initiative to look away, the other party took his leave and left, and the exchange ended.

Afterwards, Mrs. Cole wanted him to leave earlier, but he refused.

Even in that Diagon Alley, he suppressed the desire in his heart and did not rush over there in a hurry.

He first fulfilled the agreement with the professor, returned those items, and then borrowed a dress that looked decent before walking into another world.

Diagon Alley is really a magical place, which opened his eyes.

But he was not interested in the candy shops and Quidditch boutiques surrounded by children.

The first place he went to was the Ollivander Wand Shop, where he got his own exclusive wand:
Yew, thirteen and a half inches long, with a core of phoenix feathers.

Riddle loved the wand, and he never left it out of his hands for more than ten seconds the entire afternoon he wandered around Diagon Alley.

Besides wands, his favorite things are spellbooks.

He spent the longest time in Lihen Bookstore. In order to buy more second-hand books, he even bought only a tattered wizard robe. He didn't dare to take a second look at the ice cream that made him drool. .

At night, he returned to his room with a thick stack of books and filled the bookshelves with them.

And the days that followed, he read them all night long—but he never tried magic, because he obeyed any given rules.

The days began to pass quickly, and before the arrival of September 9, he read and wrote down all the contents of the textbook.

In addition, he also saw some stories about wizards from those tattered second-hand miscellaneous books.

That's not a wonderful world.

Those second-hand travelogues are full of cruelty and tragedy, as well as frightening vampires, werewolves and dementors.

Moreover, he peeked out from these books that the wizarding world looked down on Muggles, and they even refused to communicate with Muggles.

Of course, these are not the most exciting for him.

What excites him the most is that he discovered something that wizards are afraid of, they call it - black magic.

Full of killing intent, rooted in evil thoughts, like the fists of those big children, shining with the power of "rules".

"To master them is to master the power of the wizarding world."

On the last night before departure, Riddle fell asleep amidst excited murmurs.

In his sleep, he became a powerful wizard who could use black magic. Countless wizards feared him, revered him, and worshiped him like children in Wu's Orphanage.

He stood on the top of the mountain, facing the howling mountain wind, raised his magic wand, and cast shocking magic.

In front of the yew wand, the grand spell is so magnificent and magical.

In the middle of the night, Riddle smiled in his sleep and held the wand tightly in his arms.

　All the dialogues in this paragraph are excerpted from the original work, but from different perspectives, resulting in different cognitions.

　　Being obsessed with original works will definitely restrict my imagination, but if I have such a magnificent imagination, I think I will write original works.

　　I hope this restraint doesn't make you look boring.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)