Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 211 Confession with Neville
"No one has ever really understood those eyes, Neville, except Moses."

Trelawney told Voldemort this when he asked what the eyes were for before he left the North Tower.

"But including my ancestors, all the prophets believed that it was through these eyes that Moses led his people out of ancient Greece."

"Neville, you are likely to become the greatest prophet of this era."

With such an answer, Voldemort walked out of the divination classroom.

"I don't have that ability, do I?"

Once out of the classroom, Neville asked Voldemort.

"Yes, you don't, Neville, that's my ability." Voldemort touched his right eye and said to Neville in his mind.

The red pupil in the right eye has disappeared, but the vision seems to be affected, and the world in this eye has become very blurred.

"You're not a magic swordsman mentor, are you?" Neville's voice came again.

Voldemort's footsteps paused, he thought for a moment and said: "Yes, I am not."

"who are you?"

"Be brave, Neville."

Voldemort raised his hand and said, then asked in his head, "Do you know who I am now?"

"Professor Quirrell?" Neville asked in surprise.

"That's just one of my identities, Neville, I don't have a body of my own at the moment."

"But Professor Quirrell is you, right?"

"I was the one who taught you last year, so what you said is not wrong."

"Did you come here specially to guide me?"

Neville's voice sounded a little excited, which made Voldemort feel that the child was innocent and innocent.

"No, I have other things to do, and you just picked up the diary that hides my soul."

As Voldemort said, he patted the diary in his pocket.

"Then what is your real identity? Can I know?" Neville's voice became less excited, even a little sad.

"Hey, Oblivion Curse sufferer, didn't you go to the library today?"

There was a sudden laughing sound not far away, Voldemort looked over, it was a student he had no impression of.

"They kicked the diary to me," Neville said in his head. "I thought it was someone else's diary."

Voldemort shrugged, ignoring those shouting from a distance, and saying nothing to Neville.

"I still want to know your real identity." Neville said in his mind again, "Also, what do you mean you want to subdue me?"

Voldemort stopped, thought for a while and said to Neville in his mind: "My original name is Tom Riddle."

"Uh... I've never heard of this name. Are you a Muggle wizard? Or a foreign wizard?" Neville asked puzzled, "I don't remember any wizarding family named Riddle in England."

The Longbottom family is one of the few pure-blood families in the British wizarding world.

So far, their family has no record of intermarriage with Muggles or Muggle wizards, and they are doing well in England.

Therefore, Neville has been in contact with all pure-blood families since he was a child, which is why he is so sure.

"Actually, I'm not a pure-blood wizard, Neville. My father is a Muggle and my mother comes from an ancient pure-blood family." Voldemort explained.

"Which family is it?" He asked curiously.

"Gaunt, I think you've heard."

"Oh my god, it's actually the Gaunt family. Of course I've heard of them. They are well-known in the wizarding world." Neville said in surprise, "But I still haven't heard of your name."

"But I have another name, you must have heard of it."

"what is it call?"

There was hope in Neville's words, but Voldemort was sure he would not be happy to hear his name.

"Voldemort."

"Sigh~~~"

Even without a body, Neville's soul gasped, and even Voldemort could feel his soul trembling.

"I... you're not... this is a joke, right?"

"No, Neville, I'm nothing to fear, is there?" Voldemort asked.

Neville fell silent, and Voldemort could feel his terror fading away and his anger gradually gaining the upper hand.

"Thinking of your parents?" Voldemort asked.

As soon as the words fell, the soul thorn from Neville pierced fiercely on Voldemort's soul.

But Voldemort had been prepared for a long time, and he perfectly deflected Neville's attack.

"I didn't torture them, Neville, your parents," said Voldemort quickly. "I don't approve of that, it doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"They're Death Eaters, your lackeys," Neville roared in his head.

"You have a dog, and you're sorry if it bites, right?" Voldemort asked.

There was still anger in Neville's soul, but he remained silent.

"I'm willing to make amends for that..."

"You can't do anything. They have been sleeping in Ward 49 of St. Mungo's Hospital for 11 years. It's all your fault."

"Yes, it's my fault, I'm trying to make it up to them."

"Compensation?" Neville's voice was rare, full of sarcasm, "Teach me to be a magic swordsman, and subdue me to become a Death Eater, as compensation?"

"It's not like that, Neville, I mean, I want to revive them." Voldemort said his thoughts.

"Really?" Neville was stunned for a moment before asking in disbelief.

"I can't do it now, but you know that the restoration spell I researched last year was very successful, isn't it?"

Voldemort's tone was so sincere that he even used reverse telepathy to make Neville feel his sincerity.

"Will that wake them up?" Neville asked.

"It's not possible yet, but I'll try my best."

After Voldemort finished speaking, without waiting for him to refute, he immediately said, "You know, the Restoring Curse could not be applied to the body before, but now it can be done, thanks to my efforts."

"I can't believe you. They all say you're a bad person." After Neville finished speaking, he added, "I think you're a bad person myself."

"We've been together for two years, Neville, I think you know what I am."

Voldemort said helplessly, "But you would rather believe the me that other people tell you than the me you have seen for two years. Can you tell me why?"

"The things you did, killing Muggle wizards, and..."

"You are also pure blood, the Longbottom family has been like that for generations, isn't it?" Voldemort asked, interrupting him.

"But we don't kill Muggles," Neville said firmly.

"Have you ever seen me kill a Muggle?"

Neville was silent again, he really hadn't seen it in person.

"You are also a member of pure blood. I don't know why your family doesn't support me. I don't blame you. I did not do well before, but I still have a chance to do better, don't I?" Voldemort asked road.

"Everyone is afraid of you and won't trust you anymore," Neville said.

"It's my fault for making people afraid of me, Neville, but that's the way of the world. At least that way, I won't be called an Oblivion sufferer."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he clearly felt Neville's anger.

It's okay to be angry... A smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

(End of this chapter)