Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 235 Yew Wand

"Is the mist witchcraft very powerful?"

Luna asked Voldemort as the three walked through the small square in Godric's Hollow.

"Not powerful, Luna, but it suits you well."

Voldemort replied, looking at the war monument-like building, which transformed into statues of three people:
A man with disheveled hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful, kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

"That's Harry's parents? The ones you killed?"

Luna stopped suddenly, looked at the transformed statue and asked.

"Yes."

Voldemort also stopped, and took a closer look at the three people in the statue.

He barely remembered what James Potter looked like.

Lily Potter, on the other hand, sneaked into Harry's dream a few days ago, allowing Voldemort to recognize her.

"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

Luna turned her head, her slightly protruding eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"I don't feel anything."

Voldemort smiled at her, then shrugged and explained.

"When you use a spell to kill an enemy from a distance, because the scene is not very bloody, so... it doesn't feel like it."

"What about the backlash of black magic?" Luna asked.

"This needs to be digested carefully, but Luna, as long as you are not a good person and don't kill people often, that thing will not affect you very much."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he stepped out of the small square.

Neville hurriedly twisted his fat body to catch up, and Luna took another look at the statue before leaving.

"Why don't you teach me powerful witchcraft? Am I not suitable?"

Luna, who was catching up, asked slightly panting.

"No, it's just that the genre suits you better," Voldemort replied.

"why?"

The little girl followed Voldemort with small steps and kept asking questions.

"Because of intuition." Voldemort stopped and looked at Luna, "Your extraordinary intuition is very suitable for mist witchcraft, which is a very weird genre."

"How weird?" Luna continued to ask.

"Hmmm," Voldemort sighed.

He knew that if he couldn't answer all of Luna's doubts, she would definitely keep asking questions.

So he decided to stop and go on the road after speaking.

"It's a compound witchcraft. Maybe calling it witchcraft is too small to underestimate it. It's more like... a witchcraft ritual with a summoning nature."

Voldemort thought about it and said, "Build a misty world, that is, a fog stick, and then open up the space in the fog stick, and add ghost-like magical creatures to it autonomously or disorderly. This is basically the case."

"The fog we saw there can be put into the fog stick?" The little guy became interested and asked with bright eyes.

"Yes, most of the time, the mist can't be collected into the fog stick, which is not conducive to the cultivation of ghost-type magical creatures."

Voldemort paused, then continued, "However, the mist needs nourishment."

"What nourishment."

"This is determined by the ghostly magical creatures in the mist."

Voldemort said, and started to walk forward again, "Generally speaking, some living people are enough, and people are needed in special cases."

"People? Nutrients?" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise.

Voldemort nodded, seeing no problem with that.

"Will this be too cruel?" the little girl asked.

"There are many damned people in this world, Luna, just take it as punishment for them." Voldemort said indifferently.

At the same time, he has seen his goal.

Luna wanted to ask something more, but Voldemort waved his hand to signal her to wait.

"This is where?"

Luna still couldn't help asking, but changed the subject.

"The ancestral home of the Potter family."

Voldemort said softly, as if afraid of disturbing the dead souls here.

"What are you doing here?"

Luna asked suspiciously, while Neville beside him was already trembling with fear—this little wizard is actually afraid of ghosts.

"Looking for my old friend." Voldemort said still in a soft voice.

Luna looked at him with weird eyes, and she thought Voldemort looked weird at this moment.

From the contact to the present, in Luna's eyes, Voldemort is extremely hypocritical:

The smile that twitched the corners of the mouth, the gentle words, and the politeness and politeness.

But at this moment, she found that Voldemort had changed.

The person in front of him seemed to be really full of affection for the thing he was looking for.

"What could it be?" She couldn't help thinking.

"I... I won't go in."

Just when Luna was about to step into the old house, Neville suddenly said.

"up to you."

Luna didn't bother to pay attention to him, left a word, and followed Voldemort's footsteps to the second floor.

Voldemort didn't walk fast. He seemed to be very concerned about the dust. He lifted his robe and walked carefully to the second floor.

"Den, Deng, Deng..."

Luna didn't care about the dust, she ran up unscrupulously.

"Tap, tap Luna."

said Voldemort, somewhat annoyed, because Luna had made the old wooden stairs dusty.

"Use the Coming Charm, Voldemort, it's faster that way." Luna thought it was fun pushing Voldemort upwards.

"No, Luna, that's not very respectful to this old friend of mine."

Voldemort said, quickening his pace upstairs, he really didn't like the feeling of being pushed by Luna.

Walking upstairs quickly, the wizard's robes were inevitably covered with dust, but Voldemort couldn't care less about this.

He squatted down godly, walked to the edge of the bed, then squatted down lightly, and stretched out his hand to feel under the bed.

That cautious look made Luna feel that there was a child under the bed waiting for the adult in front of her to rescue her.

However, there was no child, and Voldemort just fished out a dusty wand from there.

"my old friend."

Voldemort felt his heart melt as he tugged at him with both hands.

He could feel that this wand was also unusually happy.

"Is this your wand?" Luna stepped forward and asked.

Voldemort nodded and took a soft breath.

"call."

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and Luna, who was walking over, was instantly squinted.

"Oh, it hurts to death."

She growled a little angrily, complaining in her heart that Voldemort didn't care about her feelings.

"Clear water is like a spring."

Luna, with her eyes closed, heard Voldemort chanting the spell.

"Squeeze your eyes, Luna, it works."

Luna hurriedly reached out to touch the water spring, then took a handful and sprinkled it in her eyes.

"Isn't it particularly sweet?" Voldemort's voice sounded again.

"What?" Luna asked suspiciously.

She had no idea what Voldemort was talking about, and she hadn't drunk the water.

"Isn't the water produced by my wand using the Water Curse particularly sweet?" Voldemort asked again.

If it weren't for the severe pain in the eyes, Luna would have to perform a roll of the eyes for Voldemort.

It's just a magic wand, why is it so sweet?

"It looks like you don't understand."

When Luna slowly opened her eyes, she heard Voldemort's voice.

"I find it very sweet."

When she heard this, she saw Voldemort pointing his wand at her mouth.

He is really drinking water.

(End of this chapter)