Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 362 The chaotic memory world

"So, now?"

Voldemort looked to Mrs Longbottom for her advice.

"No, Dark Lord, please wait a moment." Madam Longbottom refused, "Dumbledore will come later, I think it would be better to have him here."

Voldemort nodded slightly, not surprised.

The Longbottom family were all supporters of Dumbledore. If Neville hadn't been young and had special circumstances, he probably wouldn't have followed him.

As for such followers, Dumbledore should do something both in terms of people's hearts and relationships.

"Thank you, Melena, and the hair accessories you wore today are very beautiful."

Dumbledore's voice came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open.

"Just get here, Melena, you know, I know this place very well."

"Okay, principal."

Meliana outside the door said, and closed the door voluntarily.

And Dumbledore, who turned around and looked at everyone, had a smile on his face - he seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

"Augusta, thank you for your invitation. Being able to participate in the work of saving Frank and Alice—even if it's just watching—is really something to be happy about."

Dumbledore strode up to Mrs Longbottom and gave her a warm hug.

"I don't know the outcome yet, Albus, but I can rest assured only if you come."

Mrs. Longbottom was a little excited, and her voice was a little choked, but she was quickly suppressed by her strong will, and her whole body calmed down.

"Voldemort could be trusted, Augusta, of course, not all, but he always kept his word."

Dumbledore patted Mrs. Longbottom on the back lightly, then looked back at Voldemort.

This is the first meeting between the two after the resurrection ceremony.

And three months have passed since that resurrection, and the Hogwarts holiday is not far away at this time.

"I'm for Neville, we have an agreement." Voldemort shrugged.

He will never become a good person, that would be too restrictive for him, and he would not be free.

"Of course, Augusta explained to me, Voldemort, I just want to know what you are going to do." Dumbledore asked.

"Start from memory, but first allow me to probe."

Voldemort said, looking at Mrs Longbottom.

And Mrs. Longbottom turned her head to look at Dumbledore again, and the final decision was returned to Dumbledore.

"Let's see your means, Voldemort, but it's not dangerous, is it?" asked Dumbledore.

"There is no danger of death, but there may be a risk of aggravation." Voldemort said cautiously.

Dumbledore also became serious. He nodded and looked at Mrs. Longbottom.

"One or the other, Augusta, I know it's hard, but we have to do something, even if it's a tough choice."

Dumbledore's voice was low and low.

But in this deep voice, there is an inspiring power.

Voldemort couldn't help frowning.

If Dumbledore hadn't incorporated the Imperius Curse into his daily life, then it was he himself who possessed his powerful powers of persuasion.

"Let Frank come, he's a brave boy."

After a brief silence, Mrs. Longbottom said with red eyes.

Her eyes were fixed on Frank's face, and everyone present, except Alice, could see her heartache.

But she still made the most correct choice.

"You possess admirable qualities, Mrs. Longbottom." Voldemort said in a low voice, "I will handle it with care."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded, but said nothing.

On the other hand, Dumbledore frowned inadvertently.

He seemed to see something different from Voldemort's words and actions.

"Then, I'll start."

Voldemort, who turned his back to everyone, said in a low voice, and after Mrs. Longbottom agreed, he slowly pressed his forehead against Frank's.

The moment their foreheads touched, Voldemort kicked off the world's black robe.

"Hu~~"

A strong suction appeared, and it was hard to say whether it was Frank's soul or memory, and it began to enter the world of memory continuously.

"That's... what's that?"

Looking at the gray fog-like existence that was close to the edge of her forehead, Mrs. Longbottom asked Dumbledore in panic.

"It's hard to say, Augusta."

Dumbledore frowned and said, but when he saw the panic on Madam Longbottom's face, he hurriedly said: "But I want to say that Voldemort is the person who understands souls best in the world, and he deserves our trust."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded, but still took Dumbledore's hand nervously.

Dumbledore patted the back of her hand to comfort her, but never took his eyes off Voldemort and Frank.

At this time, a huge and mixed memory flooded into Voldemort's memory world.

That memory was even messier than the memories of Lin Zuo and Riddle who were separated by him.

At least in the memory world, although the memories of Lin Zuo and Riddle are piece by piece, the growth trajectory is clearly visible.

They are all closely arranged in order from small to large.

But Frank's memory was different. It was tangled and disorganized.

In some places, the memory still has the problem of life and death.

Voldemort put his own consciousness into it, and countless mixed memories emerged in an instant.

Frank's life was displayed in front of him in a disorderly manner, which made his consciousness feel swollen.

Voldemort's consciousness slowed down, and then he began to try to mobilize these memories and smooth everything out.

But he soon discovered that this was almost impossible.

Especially the memories that are both born and gone, can't be controlled at all.

When Voldemort's consciousness approached them, only the murmuring of Discord could be heard from within.

"Hu~~"

The memory flooded back into Frank's mind, and Voldemort took a step back and shook his head vigorously.

This feeling is really uncomfortable. Perhaps people with little consciousness will get lost in Frank's confused memory.

"How's the situation?" Mrs. Longbottom asked nervously.

"Wait a minute, Augusta, give Voldemort some time to recover." Dumbledore hurriedly pulled her back and said.

Voldemort nodded gratefully to Dumbledore, then closed his eyes, and calmed down his memory world that was a little tumbling.

After a full quarter of an hour, Voldemort finally opened his eyes again.

"As I imagined, there is a memory problem."

Without any formalities, Voldemort knew what Mrs Longbottom wanted to know.

"But the problem is more serious than I thought. According to the original treatment plan, it must not work."

"what."

Mrs. Longbottom exclaimed, her expression was so complicated that people didn't know what she was thinking for a moment.

"Is there hope for a cure?" Dumbledore asked instead of her.

The recovered Mrs. Longbottom, as well as Neville, looked at him nervously.

"There is a way to try, and I think the chance of success is very high. Of course, it does not rule out that it can make the condition worse while not solving the problem."

Voldemort thought about it, and gave his own answer.

(End of this chapter)