Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 272
Not everyone is suitable to be a bad person, just like not everyone is suitable to be a good person.

Why didn't Quirrell say it before, since he met himself, he basically has no chance to be a good person again.

But Death Eaters are a den of villains, and he's clearly not a good fit either.

So Voldemort gave him a task to build a library.

This can not only play to his strengths, but also keep him away from the villain's den. In Voldemort's view, this is a perfect solution.

"Luna."

After watching Quirrell leave, Voldemort looked at him and said, "How have you learned from Senior Carlotta recently?"

"It's not yet at the stage of making witchcraft." Luna found a seat by herself, sat down and said dejectedly, "I need to learn a lot of knowledge first. Teacher Carlotta said that I have to study for at least half a year before I can talk about it."

"That proves that your talent is not bad, Luna, half a year is not enough time for ordinary children to study, let alone how old you are."

Voldemort walked up to her smiling and pinched her nose.

Luna can be regarded as the most harmonious with him among all the people he has come into contact with.

She is not afraid of herself, and she has no sense of distance from herself. I don't know if it is because of the crown horcrux.

But anyway, Voldemort enjoyed her company.

only……

The child was of little use to him, so Voldemort didn't care much about her.

"Neville, starting from this afternoon, you come to my place for an hour every day, and I will help you melt your spiritual thorn." Voldemort turned to look at Neville and said.

"Okay, teacher." Neville replied naively.

"Teacher, should I come to study together?" Luna asked hastily.

Voldemort thought for a while and said, "Then let's go together, but you can only learn by yourself."

"Self-study?"

Luna pouted, she was obviously dissatisfied with Voldemort's arrangement.

"Go inside and you'll know."

Voldemort didn't say much, just took the magic book transformed from the diary Horcrux.

Amidst the sound of "cracking", the magic book held by Voldemort opened automatically.

"You two sit across from me and put your hands on it."

One of the two obedient children moved a chair, sat down in front of Voldemort, and pressed his hand on the book.

"Close your eyes, don't refuse me to pull your soul."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he closed his eyes first, and then pulled the souls of the two through the magic book.

Neither of them refused, and everything went smoothly.

When they opened their eyes again, they had already entered the world in the magic book.

"Crash."

Voldemort held up a transfigured spellbook again and handed it to Luna.

"It records all the magic that I know, and there are detailed records about the swings, spells, and magic circuits of these magics, and you can even try to use them."

As Voldemort said, he watched Luna look down at the pages, and the little girl seemed to like it.

"With the details of my perception, coupled with experiential learning, I think your progress speed is much faster than that of ordinary wizards."

"Thank you, teacher."

Luna showed a big smile, and immediately ran to the side with the magic book in her arms to read it.

Voldemort looked away from Luna and said to Neville, "Follow me."

Neville followed Voldemort to the black fortress in doubt, he had no idea what he was going to do.

"There are two reasons for your mental thorns to form."

Voldemort said to him as he walked, "First, your mental power is strong enough, and second, you haven't developed it effectively, causing them to stagnate."

"Then what should we do, teacher?" Neville asked muffled.

"In this castle, there is an illusion that uses a repair spell on the soul, which can effectively help you solve this problem."

As Voldemort said, he pushed open the door of the Black Fortress.

Voldemort had clearly seen the fear in Neville's eyes the moment the dark corridor appeared.

"It will hurt a little, but I will control the strength so that it won't really hurt you."

Voldemort said something with a smile, and then kicked Neville's ass, kicking the backing little fat man directly in.

"This room, sit in it." Voldemort opened the dungeon-like room and said to Neville.

"Teacher, is there no other way?"

Neville asked expectantly, but all he got was a kick from Voldemort.

"Sit down, if it hurts too much, just say it hurts too much."

Voldemort tied the trembling Neville to it, and said softly, "If you can bear it, you can cry about the pain or something. As long as you don't say it hurts too much, I won't stop."

"Gudu."

Neville gulped, and wanted to nod, but his entire body, including his head, was bound, preventing him from doing so.

"are you ready?"

Voldemort took control of the Black Fortress and asked Neville after he was ready to cast his magic.

"No, sir, I think..."

"Om."

The repair ripples appeared, and Voldemort didn't bother to listen to Neville's nonsense.

"It hurts, it hurts."

Neville immediately shouted, Voldemort stopped his magic and watched Neville's state carefully.

"It hurts too much, teacher, I can't bear it at all." Neville said with clear eyes and clear logic.

"Humph."

Voldemort snorted dissatisfied, and then cast the spell again.

"It hurts too much, teacher, it hurts too much..."

Neville started shouting again, but Voldemort paid no attention.

Fat people are afraid of pain, and Neville obviously belongs to this category, so Voldemort withdrew Neville's right to choose.

He started to live up to his own standards, but even though he had lowered his requirements a lot, Neville was still tortured enough.

In just half a minute, the little fat man actually fainted on the chair.

Voldemort hurried forward to check, and after confirming that his soul was completely fine, he went to check the mental thorn again.

It cannot be said that there is no change, but the effect is indeed limited.

It wasn't that the method was wrong, but that Neville's resistance to sex was too low, and he passed out after a little pain.

Of course, Voldemort's so-called pain is probably the limit for ordinary people.

After all, a person who split his soul apart in his teens has a different standard of judgment for pain than ordinary people.

Neville couldn't understand these reasons, so when he woke up, he couldn't explain how intense the pain he was facing.

Therefore, the teacher who can't figure it out can use his strength, and the apprentice who can't understand it suffers in pain.

In this way, the master and apprentice practiced non-stop every day.

And a few days later, Neville even tried to escape.

This pissed off Voldemort.

How many apprentices did I accept in total?
The most diligent teacher is actually a jerk?

This must not be tolerated.

Therefore, the original one-hour practice was directly upgraded to two hours.

Good fellow, Neville has descended from the ninth floor of hell to the bottom.

From that day on, he didn't even have the strength to escape.

All the energy of the day is used to resist the pain from the soul.

Luna couldn't understand his pain, and it seemed that Luna had no interest in understanding.

In addition to learning mist witchcraft with Carlotta, she reads magic books every day, and she enjoys it.

Voldemort used the two hours of teaching every day as a time to relax.

The rest of the time, except for the necessary rest, is used to study magic, or study resurrection rituals.

(End of this chapter)