Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 25 February 7

When Professor McGonagall joined, the construction speed of the Maple Leaf training ground increased dramatically.

This transfiguration master played a role far beyond others in the construction of the wall.

Busy and busy, the time came to the evening of July 7th.

"I set off at night, in time for early morning, to celebrate Harry's birthday." Hagrid was busy in his hut, making cakes, and asked Voldemort, "Are you with me?"

"Do not."

Voldemort refused without hesitation, he would not have too much interaction with Harry, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble.

"Well, where are you waiting for me then?" Hagrid asked.

"The Leaky Cauldron, I will follow you from afar," Voldemort said.

"Okay, then I won't keep you for dinner." The first cake was ruined, which put him in a very bad mood.

"Ok, see you tomorrow."

Voldemort turned to say goodbye, went back to the Leaky Cauldron after wandering through Hogsmeade.

……

The Leaky Cauldron.

Waking up in the morning, the first thing Voldemort did was to organize his equipment:
Silver vials containing compound potions, three wands, guns and ammunition, and some healing potions.

"The production of Felicity Elixir should be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

If there was a bliss potion, Voldemort would drink a drop or two without hesitation, but this thing is too precious, he patrolled the black market, and there are many fakes, but none of them are real.

As one of the few potions masters in the world, Voldemort could of course tell the difference between genuine and fake Felicians, and if he was given enough time and ingredients, he could even make one.

It's just a pity that what he lacks is time.

"Hope everything goes well." Encouraging himself, Voldemort went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Qiluo, you haven't been back much recently." Old Tom told him.

"I'm busy at Hogwarts, I guess I'll move there tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Voldemort said.

"So fast?" Old Tom was a little surprised, it was still early before school started.

"To build a training ground, I want to increase the combat effectiveness of the students." Voldemort said, taking the breakfast handed over by Old Tom.

"Good idea, when my granddaughter goes to Hogwarts, she can practice there too."

Old Tom was talking, when he suddenly saw Hagrid, he immediately yelled excitedly and asked him what he wanted to drink.

"No, Tom, I'm doing some work for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted old Tom on the shoulder with his huge palm, almost pinning him down.

"My God," Old Tom bent over, just in time to see Harry, he exclaimed, and then said intermittently, "this is—is this——"

The whole bar fell silent, only Voldemort was still eating breakfast on his own - he had seen Harry Potter before, although it was through the monitor, but the novelty had long since disappeared.

Moreover, he was a little nervous, afraid that the curse would affect him.

Next, the Leaky Cauldron was a bit chaotic, and old Tom trotted out to say hello to Harry, and the others rushed forward like crazy.

Kodoli was the most excited one. He shook hands with Harry no less than five times. Diggle couldn't control himself well, and took off his hat in tears.

Voldemort watched the two men, wondering if their memories had been damaged.

"Harry, this is your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirinus Quirrell." Hagrid rescued Harry from the crowd and brought him to Voldemort. "As I told you, I'm his associate professor."

"Hello, Harry." Voldemort put down the sandwich in his hand and looked at Harry who was being dragged over. "What's wrong with your leg? It doesn't look very good."

"Professor Quirrell, I... I was vaccinated against rabies and it hurts, so..." Harry said shyly.

Voldemort blinked, he forgot about it, picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth guiltily, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Hagrid, when are you going to Gringotts? Will I go down with you when I see."

"Go to Gringotts first, Harry needs to withdraw money." Hagrid said, pushing away the crowd who were about to step forward again, and walked back to protect Harry, "You can follow along, I am not at ease."

Voldemort nodded, grabbed his sandwich and followed.

In the backyard, the three were finally freed. Hagrid began to teach Harry how to enter Diagon Alley. Harry watched all this curiously.

"Click three times? I thought it was going to conjure a door, just like you turned Dudley into a pig..." Harry's voice stopped suddenly, and he was shocked by the split Diagon Alley.

"You turned a man into a pig?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

He wasn't surprised that Hagrid used magic, but that Hagrid turned Dudley into a pig. According to the book, it should only turn out a pig's tail.

"And thanks for your wand, it's great." Hagrid held up the umbrella in his hand, where a new wand had already been placed.

Voldemort nodded and said nothing more.

The three walked forward in silence, Hagrid looked a little worried about the upcoming trip, Harry was full of curiosity about everything, and Voldemort...

He had a bad premonition in his heart, as if the curse was waking up.

"Quirrell, are you going down with us?" Hagrid asked at the gate of Gringotts.

Voldemort wanted to refuse, even if he entered, he would have to drink the compound potion, but at this moment, the curse suddenly fell.

He shuddered, as if jolted by the morning wind, and then his soul automatically retreated into the blood curse. Quirrell's soul dominated the body-the curse fell, but it did not fall on Voldemort's soul, Instead, he found Quirrell.

"Master, I will grab the Philosopher's Stone for you in the chaos, kill Harry, and then resurrect you." Quirrell's soul said crazily.

"No, stop Quirrell, you are cursed, don't get involved, get out of here." Voldemort shouted under the blood curse, but Quirrell seemed to hear nothing.

"Of course." Quirrell, who controlled his body, said to Hagrid, "I'll go down with you, and if there's any danger, I'll protect you."

Voldemort's soul roared in the blood curse, but to no avail, Quirrell's soul seemed to be cut off from him, this guy's brain was completely broken.

The three of them entered Gringotts, Harry was already fascinated by the bizarre world, Hagrid held the umbrella vigilantly, Quirrell...

He scanned everything around him with a gloomy expression, and after seeing Malfoy's figure, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly - at the same time, Malfoy also saw him.

In the hearts of the two of them, at this moment, the same thought miraculously occurred: it is you.

Quirrell was thinking, relying on the chaos created by Malfoy to obtain the Philosopher's Stone and kill Harry.

What Malfoy meant was simple and literal. He had already figured out who the troublemaker the master was talking about was.

As soon as their gazes passed by, they each began to prepare for action.

Only the nervous Hagrid didn't know if there was an enemy at all. While he was nervous, he was still regretting his big mouth.

But he really didn't need to be so remorseful, his big mouth is instinctive, and he won't change because of one mistake.

Perhaps, he should try to accept this defect of his own, after all, there is no way to change it.

　Thanks to "Collecting One's Cat", I finally accepted it. Thank you very much for your setting of the curse in the evaluation area.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)