Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 270 Broken Memory
Any spells related to thought and memory carry additional damage.

If it is only a slight change, the additional damage may be minimal.

But if you listen to Barty Jr.'s proposal, use a deeper memory search.

That is to say, if the output of Legilimency chanting is increased without limit, the additional damage will be too great.

Loss of intelligence, amnesia, and even insanity are all possible.

Of course Lockhart didn't want this to happen, but Voldemort was not stingy with his magic power.

"Trust me once, Dark Lord, I will definitely find the answer."

Seeing Voldemort raising his wand, Lockhart knelt down and said.

"10 minutes, no longer."

Voldemort took out his pocket watch and started counting on the spot.

Lockhart didn't dare to argue, and immediately tried to think hard.

"I don't think it makes sense." Little Barty whispered close to Voldemort, "All his memories have been modified, and he hasn't discovered the problem himself, so... it's useless to give him a year."

"Sometimes, the Forgetting Curse cannot make the memory completely forgotten."

Voldemort glanced at Lockhart and said, "For those who are determined enough, those memories may just be hidden."

"But I don't think he is that kind of person." Barty Jr. also glanced at Lockhart and said.

Voldemort shrugged and did not answer his question.

It is difficult to quantify an invisible thing like will, so he still decided to wait for 10 minutes.

Anyway, the time is not very long.

"Crack."

Voldemort closed his pocket watch and looked at Lockhart, who shivered in terror.

"It's time, do you have an answer?"

Lockhart palely shook his head, then looked at Voldemort beseechingly.

But when he raised his head, he was greeted by the silvery light of the spell—when he shook his head, Voldemort had already raised his wand.

"Whoosh."

The curse hit Lockhart's head, and countless memories were instantly read by Voldemort.

Unlike the simple watching before, this time Voldemort used his magic power.

The magic tore at Lockhart's memory recklessly, instantly disrupting his memory.

Regardless of whether Voldemort can see what he wants, anyway, Lockhart's brain is not as easy to use as it used to be.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

Voldemort increased the output of magic power again and again, and Lockhart's body began to shake violently.

In his eyes, countless memories were quickly flipped through, and words that no one could understand were murmured in his mouth.

Beads of sweat flowed down his face, and soon wet the front of his chest.

"Forgive...I...forgive..."

Lockhart mustered all his strength and will, and reluctantly begged for mercy from Voldemort, but this only led to a more violent output of magic power.

"Boom."

There seemed to be a crisp sound in Voldemort's ear, but it seemed to sound from Lockhart's head.

The will seems to be uncontrollably following the silver magic connection, rushing to Lockhart's memory world.

For a moment, Voldemort was in a dark room.

This is the hidden memory, which really gives Voldemort an immersive feeling.

"There you are, Lockhart."

The figure hidden in the darkness spoke, a female voice with a low voice.

"Why is it here?" Lockhart's voice sounded immediately, "Aren't I going to join the book club?"

"Yes, Book Club, Lockhart, listen to this voice."

After the deep voice finished speaking, the man in the darkness seemed to have opened something.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."

A voice with a unique rhythm sounded, and Lockhart in his memory was struck by lightning.

He shivered for a while, and then he seemed to wake up some memory.

It was at this moment that the memory space began to be torn apart, and Voldemort's consciousness followed him into a brand new world full of white light.

"In London at the end of August, there must be an appointment, in London at the end of August, there must be an..."

Lockhart's own voice kept repeating in this world.

The white light is slowly disappearing, as if it is about to reveal its truest appearance.

Voldemort waited quietly, he was about to get everything he wanted to know.

However, at this moment, a crisp sound suddenly came from the white light world.

"Crack."

Like a crack in the mirror, the white light no longer disappears, but becomes brighter and brighter.

"Crash..."

The sound of the mirror shattering sounded, Voldemort's consciousness withdrew in a panic, and he felt that the world was breaking apart.

"Uh~hehe~uh~haha~"

After Voldemort's consciousness returned to his body, he saw Lockhart standing in front of him stupidly, drooling.

"What's wrong with him?" Little Barty asked suspiciously.

"The sea of ​​consciousness is broken." Voldemort said with lingering fear.

If he had just withdrawn later, his consciousness would have been shattered along with Lockhart's shattered sea of ​​consciousness.

Even if he doesn't belong there, the aftermath will hurt his consciousness.

"Gudu."

Little Barty swallowed and asked nervously, "How could this happen?"

Voldemort thought for a while, and explained softly: "His memory is divided into layers, and part of it is hidden deeper. It can also be said to be another layer of space. After I entered, that layer of space should have launched self-destruction."

"Whoosh."

Little Barty flicked his wand directly, probing the memory of Lockhart who had become stupid, but soon he ended the spell.

"It's a mess, I can't see anything."

Voldemort nodded, this result did not surprise him.

He picked up the book that Lockhart had given to it before, which recorded the appointment time for this year:
1993 8 Month 25 Day.

"Are you going to attend the appointment instead of him?" Barty Jr. asked Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't speak, he nodded, and then put the notebook away.

"It's not easy to go back to Dumbledore's place, you can go back to Malfoy Manor with me first."

While talking, Voldemort came to Harold, cut off some of his hair at the end, and put it in his bag.

"I think I can go back." Batty Jr. thought for a moment and said.

"Then what did you tell him?" Voldemort asked, looking at little Barty.

"I was afraid that Lockhart would ruin his reputation, so I had a long talk with Lockhart, and to find out if he did those things, I probed his memory."

While thinking about it, Little Barty gave his own thoughts and said, "In the end he ended up like this."

Voldemort looked at Lockhart and said, "It's a reasonable reason, but there are loopholes..."

"Not afraid."

Little Barty said with a smile to Voldemort, "The principal doesn't kill people. Even if he is found out, he will go to Azkaban for a few days at most. Your business is the most important thing."

Voldemort was startled, looked at Little Barty, and didn't know what to say for a while.

It was indeed important to him to let Barty Jr. enter Hogwarts.

But Batty Jr.'s choice still moved him very much.

"If you are found out, tell him about my discovery."

Voldemort thought for a while and said, "He probably doesn't know about this matter, and he will be interested if he thinks about it, and then he won't hold you back."

Barty Jr. nodded immediately, indicating that he would do so.

If he could not go to Azkaban, he still didn't want to go.

Only those who have been to that ghostly place can truly understand the horror.

(End of this chapter)