Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 205 The day the broken sword was recast
Voldemort made a bold decision, he walked into the black fortress with red eyes.

When he walked out from inside, the holy light world the size of a glass bead had disappeared.

But if you look closely at his right eye, you can still see a trace of red flame deep in the pupil.

"What does the red flame represent?"

Voldemort murmured, looking up to the outside of the diary, he saw the figure of Neville brandishing his long sword.

The right eye glowed red, and in Voldemort's sight, Neville's body once again glowed with white light and red flames.

The white light is not particularly bright, the red flame is only a thin layer, attached to the white light.

"Fate, and a shifted fate?"

Voldemort guessed, but he knew that more observation would be needed to get a more accurate answer.

Or, you can go to Trelawney, who can always overcome fate, and she will definitely give him a good answer.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

The sound of writing sounded in the sky, Voldemort closed his red eyes, shook his left hand, and the magic book appeared in his hand.

"Crash~"

The pages of the book turned and stopped on one of the pages, and the text began to appear:
I still don't use the edgeless blade enough, which stems from my inner fear of the blade, after all, I have never used this kind of cutting sword with a bladeless blade.

Perhaps, Professor Quirrell thinks highly of my bravery. I am not William Wallace. Using the weapons he used will not bring me more courage...

Voldemort frowned. He flipped through the pages of the magic book, and found that most of the content was about the application of the sword.

During the period, there were some sentiments mixed in, but more of it was self-denial.

Neville fell into a vicious circle, a vicious circle of self-denial.

After thinking for a while, Voldemort waved his hand and grabbed a quill from the void:

If courage is a sword that needs to be forged, then suffering is the hammer that falls on the sword.

Child, is your sword of courage broken?

Outside the diary world, Neville, who was writing furiously, suddenly stopped writing.

He looked at the ink oozing from the blank space at the bottom of the page, and stared at this passage for a long time.

"Is your sword of courage broken...is it broken..."

The panting became louder and louder, and Neville smeared some ink fiercely. Under this passage, he wrote with force through the back of the paper:

No.

"call."

After writing these two words, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned again.

How did these two sentences come about?
However, before he could think of an answer, all the text on the page disappeared, and a new line of text reappeared:
Since there is no one, why don't you raise the chopping sword, wield the sharp blade, and regain your brave heart?

Neville was quite moved by these words.

His surging blood has not died away, and the excitement in his heart is still there.

However, he glanced at the chopping sword by the table, and picked up the quill again:

Neville: Who are you?

Voldemort: Mentor of the Magic Knight.

Neville: Demon Knight Mentor?What is a magic knight?
Voldemort: You can understand it as a knight with magic.

Neville: Are you talking to me through the diary?Can I go to learn from you?

Voldemort: The diary is me. I am a book that teaches magic knights. The method of cutting swords you wrote awakened me.

Neville: Ah, this is amazing, so what are you going to teach me?
Voldemort: First pick up your chopping sword and show me it.

Neville immediately put down the pen, then picked up the chopping sword again, and began to dance in style.

But as he said, in cutting the sword, he didn't dare to try when it came to holding the bladeless sword.

So, he returned to the desk again:
Neville: No, I still dare not hold the edgeless blade of Zhanjian.

Voldemort: Practice with the scabbard, and remove the scabbard after you get used to it.

Neville: Is this really okay?
Voldemort: Quick practice a hundred hands-ups, then remove the scabbard, you can.

Neville: I'll try.

Voldemort flipped through Neville's notebook on how to use the Slashing Sword, and gave his own guidance, which was not difficult for him.

The most stupid way to overcome psychological barriers is to face the heart directly.

Everyone knows that it is a psychological problem. If it can be solved by facing it a few times, what kind of psychological problem is it?
The best way to solve psychological problems is to avoid this problem and step over it.

It seems weak, but as long as you step over from practice once and look back, then this problem is not serious.

It was a tricky way, and it didn't work for every psychological problem, but it was just right for Neville.

When Neville put on the scabbard for Zhanjian, held the hilt with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and tried to pull up with both hands, there was no psychological barrier at all.

That's for sure, with the scabbard protecting it, Neville is not a fool, and of course he is not afraid.

After he had done this action a hundred times and formed a short-term physical memory, Voldemort asked him to quickly remove the scabbard and do it again.

At first, he was still a little scared.

But he gritted his teeth, and with a cruel heart, he still used both hands to lift up.

"call."

Holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, his right hand was naturally placed on the cold edgeless sword, and his body twisted rapidly.

The wind of the sword sounded, and Neville was dumbfounded. Then he put down the sword in surprise, and couldn't wait to come to the diary:

Neville: I did it, Master Sorcerer, I did it, have you seen it?

Voldemort: See, boy, it's easy for you, isn't it?
Neville: Yes, it's too simple, but why didn't I dare before?Am I too timid?
Voldemort: You need guidance, boy, and that's what I'm here for.

Neville: Thank you so much, Master Spellblade, you remind me of one of my former professors.

Voldemort: I don't care about anyone else but you. My purpose is to teach you, boy, don't stop, keep practicing.

Of course Voldemort knew who the professor he was talking about was, but he didn't feel the need to discuss Quirrell with him.

With that time, the most important thing is to gain Neville's trust faster.

He has already completed the fusion of souls, and now as long as he takes back the crown, he will be ready to leave next.

After receiving Voldemort's guidance, Neville's progress was much faster.

He spent the whole afternoon waving the chopping sword in the dormitory.

Voldemort took the time to look at how to use the Zhanjian, this part is not complicated.

He has the experience of learning close combat, although it does not involve weapons, but with this sword manual and his knowledge, it is not a big problem to guide Neville.

In this way, the two taught one by one and learned by the other, and the time soon came to night:
Neville: I'm going to have dinner, magic knight instructor, I will come back soon and accept your instruction.

Voldemort: Go ahead, take your time.

Neville closed the diary, turned around and was about to leave, when Ron just walked in.

"Forgotten Curse sufferer, did you forget to eat dinner?" He raised his head and asked.

Neville's face turned red when he was told, but he didn't refute, just left quickly.

Voldemort in the diary looked at Ron in surprise.

In his glowing crimson right eye, the red flame on Ron's body was more than half a foot high.

(End of this chapter)