Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 212 The balance is tilting
"They were just joking..."

Neville's voice trailed off as Voldemort passed on his disdain.

"I never allow people to do that to me, Neville."

Voldemort said to him, "Maybe my reputation is too scary, but please believe that I have experienced the same situation as you."

"Really?" Neville asked in disbelief.

"Let you take a look at my memory, Neville, you're the first to see it."

Voldemort said, letting his soul spin, revealing the memory of Wu's Orphanage.

Not much, just a few fragments, but it was enough to shake Neville.

"Are those who beat you Muggles?" Neville asked.

"Yes, Muggles, but I don't hate them." Voldemort shrugged. "Usually, if there is a grudge, I report it on the spot. It's easy for me to forget the grudge."

"Are you killing Muggles because of them too?" Neville asked again.

"No, Neville, I just want to get more pure blood support, you know, not all pure blood are as peaceful as Longbottom, most of them hate Muggles." Voldemort explained.

"Is that for power?"

"Frankly, yes."

"Then why did you subdue me?" Neville immediately emphasized after finishing speaking, "I can't become a Death Eater."

"I didn't say to make you a Death Eater, Neville," said Voldemort. "I just wanted to take you as an apprentice. I hope you can bear my will... Well, I value your bravery."

"Me? Brave?" The surprise in Neville's soul was no less than when he heard Voldemort admit his identity.

"Yes, Neville, brave," Voldemort affirmed. "I have many men under my command, but few like you."

"You mean, I'm stronger than those Death Eaters?"

"90.00% of the Death Eaters are inferior to you." Voldemort said affirmatively.

Neville's soul hesitated, and Voldemort clearly felt the looseness in his mind.

"Can you really... can you really wake my parents up?" Neville asked.

"I will work hard for this, if you are willing to be my apprentice." Voldemort said.

"But can you cure them?" Neville asked again, "Can you research that kind of magic?"

"I am the most powerful dark wizard ever, bar none, and the magic that hurt your parents happens to be black magic."

Voldemort stopped, turned to the library, and found an empty seat.

"I think such a name should be enough to make you believe me, but I still have to say that I will work hard, but I can't guarantee it."

"Principal Dumbledore can do it too, right?" Neville said, "It was the Restoration Spell Map that he and you researched together last year."

"If he could do it, 11 years, Neville, why didn't he do it?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

Neville was silent again, and there was a trace of sadness in his soul.

"What do I have to give?" Neville asked.

"Be my disciple, follow me, and fight for me." Voldemort said without hesitation.

Faintly, he was a little excited, feeling that his own Hagrid was waving to him.

"Dropped out of school to follow you?" Neville was a little surprised, "I don't know anything now."

"This school can't teach you anything, Neville, your mental strength is far beyond ordinary people, and you are on the same level as me." Voldemort said affirmatively.

"Uh... um...Master, I find it hard to believe that." Neville said.

"To feel the thorn in your soul, it is your spiritual power, for some reason, it has solidified, melt it, and your talent will be fully awakened." Voldemort directed.

Neville felt it, and even gestured to stab Voldemort with the thorn.

"I can see into people's hearts. This is my talent, Neville, but I have always opened my heart to you for dialogue. I think you can feel my sincerity." Voldemort said.

"I can feel it, but I'm still not sure that I want to follow you. I'm afraid my grandma will be mad at me." Neville said aggrievedly.

"Your stupidity has pissed her off." Voldemort joked, but then added, "Don't worry, I'll talk her out."

"But you killed too many people, I still don't want to follow you..." Neville hesitated again, as he always did, "Harry's parents, and..."

"It's all over, isn't it?" said Voldemort, "and those people haven't been very kind to you."

Neville's soul stirred, but he said nothing.

Indeed, he hadn't had many friends at Hogwarts since his solo battle last year.

"Besides, I will try my best to teach you. When you become stronger, you can stop me from killing innocent people, won't you?" Voldemort began to stir the balance in his heart.

"Uh... I'm afraid I can't do it." Neville was moved, but he still hesitated.

"I'm optimistic about you, Neville, you are favored by the most powerful dark wizard ever, are you afraid that you won't be able to become stronger?"

Voldemort said, in order to increase Neville's confidence, he said, "Think about what Trelawney said, she thinks I can be the prophet of this era."

"Her words are always unreliable, I heard from the Weasley brothers." Neville retorted.

"That's because you don't know her well enough. I killed Harry's parents because of her prophecy. She has that talent."

"Really?" Neville didn't believe it.

"Dumbledore and Snape both know this, the prophecy ball is still in the Ministry of Magic, I didn't lie to you."

Neville really hesitated this time.

On the one hand, there is the possibility of parents waking up, and on the other hand, the possibility of turning to the Dark Lord and being cast aside, it is such a difficult choice.

"I am willing to make an unbreakable oath for this, under the witness of your grandmother." Voldemort threw the weight again, and the balance tilted again.

"Can you give me some time to think?" he asked.

"Okay, Neville, but you're going to lend me your body today, so don't make trouble for me, okay?" Voldemort asked.

"What are you doing?" Neville asked.

"Take care of some things and get out of here," said Voldemort.

"Can I refuse?" Neville's soul conveyed the meaning of a joke.

This little guy has become a little more cheerful, and it seems that the balance has been completely tilted.

"No, Neville."

Voldemort said, got up and left the library, he needed to find Luna.

But not far from the library, he saw the children who had laughed at him before, and Ron mixed with them.

Ever since Harry got busy, he had nothing to do.

"Hey, Neville, look what I brought out of yours." Ron shouted from a distance, and raised the sword in his hand.

"You're angry, Neville, don't you want to do something?" Voldemort asked him.

(End of this chapter)