Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 269 London at the end of August
"At my house, Dark Lord, I can show you right away."

Finally, Lockhart was wise enough not to negotiate terms with Voldemort.

"Location, take us there." Voldemort said coldly.

"Give me the wand, and I'll bring you phantoms..."

"Whoosh."

A spell made Lockhart, who had just sat up, fall to the ground and convulse again.

"It looks like he doesn't know anything." Barty Jr. asked with a strange expression.

"This only shows that the organization is tight enough, and they are using the Oblivion Curse to erase all traces."

Voldemort said while using magic, "But what puzzles me is, after the memory is erased, do they have to re-explain everything every time they meet?"

"Perhaps it's possible to store those key memories with the Pensieve." Little Barty said speculatively.

Voldemort nodded, acknowledging the statement, and at the same time stopped the spell again.

"Room 21, 502 Brook Street, London...."

When the magic stopped, Lockhart reported the address intermittently.

"Brook Street..."

Voldemort murmured and looked at Little Barty, he had no impression of this place at all.

"I have been there, Dark Lord, let me lead the way." Little Barty said immediately.

Voldemort nodded, and finally let little Barty pull Lockhart up, and he took the initiative to grab Lockhart's arm.

"Whoosh."

The three disappeared into the forest and reappeared in a busy street.

"It's not very common to live in a Muggle downtown area."

Voldemort glanced around to make sure no one had noticed them before saying.

"It's very busy here, and it looks like it's easy to spot, but it's not."

Lockhart explained weakly, "Also, I usually Apparate in and out of the apartment without being noticed."

Voldemort nodded, motioning for the other to lead the way.

"Wait a minute, Dark Lord, my body needs to relax." Lockhart said with a bitter face.

Voldemort nodded to show that there was no problem, and then looked warily at a Muggle walking towards them.

"This gentleman."

The man looked at Voldemort and Barty Jr. warily, and then asked Lockhart, "Do you need help?"

Little Barty looked at Voldemort and asked him if he wanted to do something.

Voldemort shook his head slightly, glanced at Lockhart, and then at the approaching Muggles.

Telepathy was turned on, and after confirming that the Muggles were only out of kindness and had no other special reasons, they didn't care much about the other party.

"I'm fine, sir, thank you for your concern." Lockhart replied with a smile, without the slightest thought of playing tricks.

The man nodded and looked at Voldemort and Barty Jr. before turning away.

"No one in the wizarding world dares to talk to you like that." Little Barty said dissatisfiedly watching the Muggles going away.

"So, this is not the wizarding world."

Voldemort said something, and then motioned for Harold, who had almost recovered, to lead the way.

The three walked into an apartment building and went upstairs to Lockhart's room.

"This place is really... resplendent and resplendent."

After Little Barty walked in, he couldn't help sighing.

"Get the diary, Lockhart."

Voldemort was not in the mood to observe the environment, and he winked at Barty Jr., signaling him to be careful.

Little Barty nodded, and followed Lockhart into the study with Voldemort.

"It's full of diaries here." Lockhart pointed to a bookshelf, "There are diaries for every year, and the time is very clearly marked."

"Your memory is falsified every year at the end of August." Voldemort asked Lockhart, "Do you have any memory of this situation yourself?"

Lockhart frowned suspiciously, indicating that he didn't know.

"Then follow us through the diary and see if there is any record of your original plan for those days."

Voldemort spoke, redrawing the words in the air.

There is a specific time on it, and what the tampered memory did that day.

The three of them each took out a diary to check, and soon found the corresponding content.

"I met the fans on August 89, 8. It is written in the diary that I met the fans, and it is also in my memory."

Harold was the first to find the answer in the diary he chose, and said to the two.

Voldemort raised his head and said: "On August 90, 8, I was invited to a big meal by a Muggle star. The content is the same as the diary."

"On August 91, 8, I made an appointment with a Muggle dentist. It's the same as I remember." Harold said immediately.

Voldemort nodded, looked at Lockhart and asked, "Why did you make an appointment with the Muggle dentist?"

"I made an appointment because I was curious about the activity rolls distributed downstairs." Lockhart said after thinking for a while.

Voldemort nodded, the diary matches the memory, the question is why has the memory been altered?

Lockhart himself was also frowning and couldn't figure it out, obviously he didn't know the reason either.

"My diary records on the 20th. It is said that I accepted an invitation from a Muggle star a month ago. Where are you?" Voldemort glanced at the diary in his hand again, raised his head and asked the two.

"My fan meeting was scheduled half a year ago." Lockhart held up the notebook in his hand and said, "I was very busy during that time. There are many fan meetings in a year, which are all scheduled in advance."

Voldemort nodded, looking at Barty Jr.

"Here it says a week in advance." Barty Jr. held up his diary and said.

Voldemort nodded and said, "My address here is London, what about yours?"

Without waiting for Barty Jr. to speak, Harold said directly: "It's all London, as far as I remember."

Voldemort nodded again, looked at Lockhart and said, "Do you have any appointments for August this year?"

Lockhart froze for a moment, but then he took a pamphlet from his close pocket.

"Only one fan meeting, Dark Lord."

As Lockhart spoke, he handed the pamphlet to Voldemort.

"Because I will be busy at Hogwarts for a year this year, I am going to take a break before working again, so I only prepared one fan meeting, and there will be many in previous years."

"Since you want to rest, why do you want to hold a meeting?"

Voldemort immediately asked back, and lowered his head to look at the book, which indeed wrote the time and place of the meeting.

"The location is still in London."

Voldemort looked up at Lockhart, who was frowning with a puzzled expression.

"Remember what?" Voldemort asked.

"I can't remember, but..." Lockhart said with his brows tightly locked, "I seem to have an instinct, that is, every year in August, I want to conduct an operation with an appointment in London."

"Think about the time, Lockhart, why August? Think about the address, why London? Lockhart, find that answer."

Voldemort said encouragingly, but seeing Lockhart's frowning, he didn't have much expectation.

"Perhaps a deeper memory search could help."

Little Barty's words shocked Harold to wake up from his thoughts in an instant.

"Dark Lord, I will work hard, I will definitely remember."

Lockhart shouted excitedly, but Voldemort had already raised his wand.

(End of this chapter)