Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 200 Voldemort's Spellbook

The death of the second student hit Hogwarts so hard that the school was almost closed for a while.

Fortunately, the portrait saw the figure of the enemy, and Professor Kettleburn also confirmed the identity of the basilisk.

This, of course, caused panic among the students, but the panic soon dissipated.

"Cuckoo~~~"

Today, every dormitory and every corridor has a big rooster in captivity.

Whenever morning comes, the whole Hogwarts is filled with the sound of cock crowing, and the students no longer dare to stay up late.

Dumbledore finally got rid of the troubles outside, returned to school, and began to concentrate on finding the basilisk's lair.

"The principal has been searching for more than a month, but nothing has been found."

Ginny said to Voldemort, swinging by the lake.

"Is the search detailed enough?" Voldemort asked without raising his head.

He was fiddling with the diary held in his left hand, which looked just like Ginny's diary, except it looked a bit unreal.

This is the projection of the diary, which Voldemort has been studying for some time.

"It should be very detailed. I heard from Percy that the prefects' bathrooms have been inspected. I also saw the headmaster go into the women's bathroom to check." Ginny said thoughtfully.

Voldemort finally looked away from the diary and looked at Ginny: "Nothing?"

"No."

Ginny shook her head, jumped off the swing and came to Voldemort's side, pointed to the diary in his hand and said, "Is this done?"

"almost."

Voldemort nodded, held up the diary and said, "This is my magic book, which stores all the magic I know."

"How?" Ginny asked curiously.

She had watched Voldemort play with this thing for some time, but she had never seen him use it, and she had been curious for a long time.

"Enter magic, choose magic, like this."

As Voldemort said, his left hand stopped suddenly, and the magic book immediately floated up and unfolded, the paper flipped "crashly", and stopped on one of the pages after a while.

On the page, there is a huge silver armor portrait, above the portrait is the name of the spell - the Iron Armor Curse.

"Om."

Voldemort injected more magic into the spellbook, and the silver armor immediately turned into a phantom and floated up, and then expanded to block Voldemort.

"It's not like any Iron Charm I've ever seen."

Looking at the Iron Armor Curse shining with silver light, Ginny curiously stepped forward and grabbed it, it was very hard.

"Change the circuit of ancient magic and build it according to your own ideas, Ginny, you can do it too."

Voldemort shook the magic book again, and the pages flipped with a "crash", and after a while it landed on the page of the Illumination Charm, and a sun-like spot of light slowly rose.

"It's amazing." Ginny said, running after the spot of light, "How did you do it?"

"It's not difficult to engrave the magic circuit in the magic book in advance, but after using it a few times, you need to reshape the magic circuit, because it will wear out during use."

As Voldemort said, he retracted the light spot and the armor, and said, "But in fact, it is better to use it in another way."

"what way?"

"so."

As Voldemort said, he picked up his wand in his right hand and the magic book in his left.

"Clatter!" The pages of the book rolled, but this time it didn't stop.

The wand began to point at the magic book, then raised it forward, and a binding curse flew out.

The magic wand didn't stop because of the appearance of the spell, it was still stirring non-stop, one after another magic flew out, like continuous fireworks.

"My God, this is too fast."

Ginny covered her mouth in surprise, she had never seen anyone use a spell so quickly.

"It can be faster."

Voldemort said, moving his wand to the back of the book, pointing straight at the turning pages.

"Whoo, whoosh, whoosh~~"

The spell almost worked into a ray, but Voldemort stopped short soon after.

"It's a waste of magic, Ginny," said Voldemort, laughing, closing the spellbook.

"Can I make my own spellbook?" Ginny ran forward, picked up the spellbook in Voldemort's hand, and asked.

"It's an assumption, only in this illusory world, Ginny." Voldemort shook his head.

In fact, the outside world is also possible, but first there must be a broken Horcrux diary, which almost rules out the possibility of other people making magic books.

"You'll do something, won't you, Jerry?" Ginny begged, looking up at Voldemort, eyes wide.

"Uh... I'll figure it out, Ginny, but don't get your hopes up."

"Great, Jerry, I knew you could do it."

Ginny didn't care about Voldemort's "not much hope", she was already jumping up to celebrate.

Voldemort smiled, but said nothing more.

Instead, he thought of a book that could be used as a magic book, [Secret of Time], which is also a Horcrux.

It's just that it's very difficult for Ginny to use that book.

The Horcrux diary itself is his, and it is closely related to his soul.

And [Secret of Time] does not match Ginny, there are a lot of troubles in between.

However, he doesn't mind having time in the future to help Ginny build one, so as to repay everything Ginny has paid for herself during this time.

"Jerry, can this diary do other things?" Ginny asked curiously after getting excited.

"In fact, its biggest function is not to release magic, but to study magic."

Voldemort opened the spellbook again, letting it open to a blank page.

Then, Voldemort guided it with his wand, and after a while he drew a dragon, a Chinese dragon.

With a magic wand, a silver Chinese dragon flies out, lifelike.

"Whoosh."

The Chinese dragon flew into Ginny's forehead in an instant and disappeared.

And Ginny's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

This is the stunned magic transformed by Voldemort. In fact, it is more like a fantasy magic.

Instead of entering one's consciousness into a mental labyrinth, the Silver Chinese Dragon allows one to enter a fantasy.

"It's so fun, I've been riding a dragon for a long time."

Ginny quickly opened her eyes and stood up again.

Obviously, creating illusions is not that simple, and Voldemort's attempts have largely failed.

To deal with Ginny, she can only be intoxicated for a short time. If it is Flitwick, Snape and the like, it may only make her move a little bit.

But for Dumbledore and people with stronger spiritual power like himself, this spell should not work.

"Perhaps we can learn from Boggart." Voldemort thought to himself.

"Jerry, give it to me again, I still want to play." Ginny said expectantly.

"Researching this has cost me too much energy, Ginny, I need to go to the Restricted Section." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Now?" Ginny asked in surprise.

"Yes, the sooner the better." Voldemort affirmed.

He really didn't want to wait any longer. After merging his soul earlier, he was about to leave after receiving the crown.

As for the resurrection of the crown...

He was thinking well, Voldemort didn't want him to seek death.

(End of this chapter)