Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 213 When the Knights Return [Part [-]]

"You're angry, Neville, don't you want to do something?"

Voldemort's words were full of encouragement, and he tempted Neville like a devil.

"I...can I?" Neville asked timidly.

"Of course, Neville, the body will be handed over to you temporarily."

As Voldemort said, he took the initiative to shrink his soul and let Neville regain control of his body.

"what."

Neville's reaction was a bit slow, he closed the gap in his body, and almost sat down on the ground.

"Hahaha, Neville, are you going to kneel down for me?" Ron walked over with a few Hufflepuff boys.

Voldemort looked at several people in the depths of his soul, speculating on the reason for Ron's change:
Without the teaching of a know-it-all, without the company of friends, and stimulated by Draco who is embracing him.

So, found a bunch of Hufflepuff boys?

"Ron, give me back the chopping sword." Neville, who had controlled his body, said loudly.

"Oh, hehehe, is this a chopping sword?"

Ron leaned back and laughed for a while, and pulled out his long sword with a "crack".

"It's contraband, we'll give it to Filch."

"If we do this, will the Oblivion Curse sufferers cry?"

"Isn't he good at fighting? Let him fight Filch, they're both annoying anyway."

"Hahaha~~~"

A group of people taunted Neville recklessly, and the students who watched the excitement gathered around and pointed.

Neville twisted his body and lowered his head in humiliation, but he still didn't dare to rush up.

"Ron, give Neville the sword back."

The crowd parted, and Draco came in and spoke to Ron.

"Oh, little Malfoy is here, a prefect without a medal, are you being too lenient?"

Ron didn't give Draco a good face, and said in a weird way.

"Ron, you'd better give him the sword back."

Draco grimaced, reaching for the wand at his waist with his right hand.

"What are you doing?"

There was a questioning voice, it was Filch, who was trying to squeeze in from behind the crowd.

Draco moved his hands from his waist, hummed, and said nothing more.

"My God, how dare you?" Filch snatched the unsheathed sword and said to Ron angrily.

"It's Neville's." Ron pointed at Neville immediately. "He plays with it in the dormitory every day. He looks like a fool."

"Hahaha~~"

A few people behind him laughed a little, but the onlookers didn't join in, which made them look a little silly.

"Did you bring it in, Neville?" Filch asked, looking at Neville.

"It's...it's me." Neville said with his head lowered and his fists clenched.

"You don't have to care about him, including everyone here, Neville."

Voldemort opened his mouth and said in his mind, "Be my disciple and leave with me. When you come back, no one will dare to stop you if you walk with a sword."

"I..." Neville hesitated, he swallowed, but said nothing.

"Come with me, boy, you've caused a disaster." Filch tapped Neville's shoulder with the hilt of his sword, and reached for the scabbard from Ron.

"Mr. Filch, maybe there are contraband in his dormitory, you'd better search more." Ron said while reaching out to hand over the scabbard.

Voldemort sensed Neville's rage, and his soul was shaking.

"Take the scabbard first, Neville, go up to Filch, grab the sword, you can do it." Voldemort said hastily, "Let them see who you are, Neville."

While speaking, Voldemort actively used his mental power to hit the spiritual thorn in Neville's soul.

"Ding!"

The sound of two goblets colliding rang in Neville's mind.

Then his soul shuddered, beating with rage, and rushed to the cowardly thought.

then……

He strode forward, and before Filch grasped the scabbard, he put his hand on it.

"What are you doing..."

Before Filch could finish his sentence, Neville had already turned around, holding the third part of the scabbard with his right hand, and stroking it upwards.

"what."

The scabbard hit Filch accurately in the middle of his legs, and he squatted down with a cry of pain.

The left hand holding Zhanjian let go, but before Zhanjian landed, Neville stretched out his hand faster.

"Snapped."

Grasp the hilt accurately.

"Shh."

Don't bow your head, put your sword back in its sheath.

"Spiritual power is really strong." Voldemort said excitedly in Neville's mind.

Neville would not be able to do the continuous movement at that moment without the blessing of mental power even if he tried a hundred times.

But once the mental power is deployed, Neville can control the movement of objects while gaining a reaction speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Just at that moment, when Neville stretched out his hand to hold Zhanjian, Zhanjian was also flying towards him.

This is teleportation.

Voldemort himself had such a gift.

"Neville, you're crazy..."

"Hit him."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Voldemort hit the mental thorn in Neville's mind again with mental force.

After another "ding", Neville acted without hesitation.

"Bang, bang, bang bang..."

A set of combos, Ron was directly knocked to the ground.

Not to mention the little tails following him, even Draco's eyes widened in surprise.

No, Neville, what are you doing?

"Da, da, da~~"

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of teeth clashing.

Everyone followed the sound, but Neville's hand holding the chopping sword was trembling, causing the chopping sword to make a sound.

"I-I can't do it anymore."

In his mind, after Neville finished speaking, his consciousness suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

The awakening of talent and the shock of mental power are not what Neville can bear at this time.

It's not bad to be able to persist until the end of the battle.

He is, after all, a 12-year-old kid.

"At this moment, I know I'm afraid, you... Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Filch's words were just average, and when he saw that Neville was about to fall, he hurried to help him up again.

"Snapped."

Before Filch rushed over, Voldemort regained control of his body and put his hands on the ground to avoid grabbing the ground with his face.

"Are you OK?"

Filch seemed frightened by Neville, and asked while supporting him.

"It's okay, Mr. Filch, I'll go to your place later to receive the punishment."

Voldemort said, turned his head to look at Draco, then turned and walked towards the stairs.

"wait……"

Filch reached out his hand to grab the student who caused trouble, but when he turned his head and looked at himself silently...

"Okay, remember to come to me at night."

Somehow, Filch uttered these words out of nowhere.

Voldemort ignored him and strode towards the stairs.

By locating the Horcrux, he was able to determine that Luna was on the third floor, and he was going there to find her and get the crown back.

But at this moment, Lucius' voice suddenly resounded through the castle.

"Damn it, someone controlled Hermione and used the Imperius Curse."

The sudden shout made Voldemort's footsteps pause slightly, but then he rushed downstairs quickly.

What the hell are you going to do?
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(End of this chapter)