Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 365 Blessing of Fate
"It might be a little longer this time, so... it's best to sit in a chair."

After Mrs. Longbottom agreed, Voldemort pulled two chairs with his wand as he spoke.

Neville had already stepped forward to help his murmuring father into a chair, and Voldemort sat opposite him.

"If he has convulsions or other physical reactions in a while, don't worry too much, but please don't let his forehead get too far away from mine."

After Voldemort gave a final warning, he pressed his forehead to Frank's again.

"Hu~~"

Frank's memory once again entered Voldemort's memory world.

It was still as chaotic as before, and the few places that were born and died still existed.

"Fate..."

Voldemort's conscious body slowly stretched out his right hand, pulling it to remember the fate of the world.

It was an invisible force, nothingness, and no sense of mentioning things when Voldemort manipulated it.

But when Voldemort added will to this fate, let it follow Frank's original memory, and let everything grow again, it finally gained weight.

Can't tell how heavy or light it is, still an invisible shape.

But its true effect was on Frank's memory, and Voldemort could still perceive it.

The chaotic memory rolled up under the blessing of fate.

The rolling was not fast at first, but gradually it was like a hurricane coming.

Voldemort felt his consciousness being pulled, and he had to withdraw from here.

"There won't be... a problem?"

Looking at the completely torn memory, Voldemort felt a little uncertain.

In this memory world, he has two things that he can't control well.

One is fate and the other is time.

Sometimes he even felt that this memory world was not created by himself.

But fate itself, made it.

"call."

The violent wind stopped suddenly, and the memories were as fine as dust, condensed together, forming an invisible mist emitting silver light.

Voldemort walked into it again and was instantly surrounded by mist.

There was silence all around, and it seemed that there was nothing in these memories.

"Is this...destruction?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

If this guess is true, then Frank is completely over.

He who has lost all his memory can't even maintain the state of whispering.

A newborn baby may be his best state.

But more likely, he will become a vegetable.

"wrong."

Voldemort murmured.

In a trance, he heard the cry of a baby deep in the mist.

Pursuing this voice kept moving forward, and it didn't take long for Voldemort to enter a strange world.

Like the world behind a kaleidoscope, the mirrors are scattered and orderly displayed in front of you.

At first glance, the mirror surface seems to be endless.

But if you look closely at the mirror surface at the edge, it is blurry.

Only the dozens in the center are clearly visible.

Voldemort frowned, he didn't understand what this meant.

But he did not violently interfere with all this, but began to pay attention to the pictures in these mirrors.

The subject of each mirror is a newborn baby.

But if you look closely, you can see that there are slight differences in the pictures in each mirror.

Most notably, there is a portion of the scene where a therapist in more corny attire is holding a child.

Another part is a pregnant woman who looks familiar, and there is a man besides.

Voldemort guessed that the pregnant woman should be Mrs. Longbottom, and the man should be his husband.

And that therapist means that when Frank was born, he should have hired a healer from St. Mungo.

Although most wizards don't need to invite a therapist to midwife, but for the well-off Longbottom family, they naturally don't care about the small money.

"Looking at it this way..." Voldemort said, his eyes constantly moving around several pictures, "Are these the possibilities when Frank was born?"

He didn't use an affirmative tone, but a little suspicious.

In the end, his eyes fell on the largest mirror in the center.

Up there, young Mrs. Longbottom was holding Frank.

"My child, from this day forward your name will be Frank, which is the name your father gave you."

When Voldemort focused his eyes on this picture, the voice in the picture immediately rang in his ears.

"It is in the main position, does it mean that it is Frank's original destiny?"

Voldemort murmured softly, but no one could answer his question.

After observing for a while, I found that there is nothing strange in the picture, and everything is just the picture after normal production.

Voldemort began to take the initiative to accelerate the world, and little Frank began to grow up slowly.

It seemed that he and Neville had completely different personalities.

Extroverted, cheerful, and mischievous, this is the impression he left on Voldemort.

And Mrs. Longbottom's character is completely different from now.

She looks very gentle, and has a serious choice phobia, and she has to consult her husband for almost everything.

Mr. Longbottom is a very thoughtful and gentle person with many good qualities in him.

And in Frank's childhood, he also taught these beautiful qualities to his children by precept and example.

This is a happy family. It was not until Mr. Longbottom turned into a vegetable by a magical accident that the family began to change.

Mrs. Longbottom began to take control of the family, but it could be seen that she was very reluctant at the beginning.

The difficulty does not come from financial issues, but that she has not been able to get over her grief for a long time, and she does not know how to find a balance between taking care of her husband and taking care of her children.

This caused little Frank, who was left alone, to become more and more mischievous.

And when Mrs. Longbottom barely came out of her grief, and was finally able to balance the two, trying to discipline her young son.

She suddenly discovered that this was already a lawless bastard.

He would magically set his neighbor's house on fire, only because Mrs. Longbottom forbade him to set off fireworks in the bedroom.

He will also drive the neighbor's car into the street, filling the whole street with the sound of "ping-pong-pong".

What Mrs. Longbottom couldn't accept the most was that little Frank secretly studied black magic.

Goodness, little Frank isn't eleven yet.

Mrs. Longbottom knew that things could not be allowed to go on like this, otherwise little Frank would grow up and become an unreasonable and shameless bastard.

then.

This once young, beautiful, gentle lady found a solemn expression in front of the mirror one morning.

She almost fixed this expression on her face and began to live with this mask.

"Little Frank, not allowed."

"Little Frank, stand still and don't move."

"Little Frank, put down the toy wand, or you will know the consequences."

Under her strict teaching, little Frank's stubborn character began to change.

He is no longer as naughty as before, and he begins to know the proper way to do things, and he also begins to pursue the right magic.

In this way, little Frank gradually became a brave, strong and responsible boy.

(End of this chapter)