Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 367 Timid Frank

Frank's memory, never confused Voldemort.

But the fragment of memory that entered briefly made Voldemort unable to control himself.

Even though he has calmed down, he still has hallucinations from time to time:
I chose Neville Longbottom instead of Harry Potter.

"Simple memory will definitely not cause this situation. Where is the problem?"

Voldemort murmured, his consciousness slowly withdrawing from the memory world.

"Whoo~"

The memory poured back, and Frank's memory returned to the body.

"How about it?"

Mrs. Longbottom's eager inquiry sounded immediately after the memory pouring was over.

"There is no problem with the overall memory, but..."

Voldemort paused for a moment, which made the eyes of those who were watching him tighten.

"It's just a small problem, which may produce some personality changes."

As he spoke, he stood up and made way for Mrs. Longbottom to come to his son.

"Can you be more specific?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"It's hard to say, Albus, you know, it's out of my control."

Voldemort looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes, and said frankly, "I'm sweating all over, I'm going to the bathroom, and Frank will wake up in a while."

As he spoke, he walked to the bathroom.

Dumbledore moved out of the way for him and didn't ask any more questions.

As soon as Voldemort walked into the bathroom, he couldn't wait to turn on the tap to wash his face.

That short memory scene lingered in his mind, making him quite anxious.

"call."

With a deep breath, Voldemort looked up.

Suddenly, he saw himself in the mirror, with a hideous scar on his face from his right forehead to his left cheek.

"what."

Voldemort, who was caught off guard, was taken aback by himself, and the next moment he had already held the wand in his hand.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he controlled the magic power and did not let the spell take shape.

"what happened?"

Dumbledore hurried to the door of the bathroom, just as he saw Voldemort pointing his wand at himself in the mirror.

"What went wrong?"

He asked again, carefully pulling out his new wand.

"It's not a big problem, Albus, it should be my memory, which is also affected."

Voldemort gasped softly, and shook his head violently as he lowered his wand.

This damn memory was simply imprinted in his mind.

Dumbledore slowly put away his wand, looking at Voldemort with deep eyes.

"No problem, Albus, don't worry."

Voldemort noticed Dumbledore's gaze and forced a smile with feigned ease.

"It's better to be cautious, Voldemort, I think something strange must have happened, otherwise you, a powerful dark wizard, will not be troubled."

Dumbledore's voice was low, and his expression was quite cautious.

Voldemort nodded, wiped his face with his wizard robe, and looked at himself in the mirror again.

He has black hair and black eyes, looks like he is in his 20s, and wears a monocle.

This is my own image, not the one I saw before.

"Is it... me?"

Voldemort thought about it, but couldn't come to a conclusion.

Dumbledore on the side carefully watched the changes in Voldemort's expression. After a long time, he said worriedly: "If you need it, I can help you at any time."

Voldemort turned to look at him with a strange look.

The relationship between the two of us doesn't seem to be so good, does it?

"I'm afraid that you will go back to the way you were before. Believe me, I'm old and I can't stand your troubles." Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

Voldemort frowned, it didn't sound right to him.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

A feeble, stumbling sound came from the room.

Voldemort's and Dumbledore's eyes lit up at the same time, and they knew it was Frank who woke up.

"Frank, oh my Frank."

Madam Longbottom's soprano-like crying voice instantly filled the room.

Dumbledore walked to the hospital bed first, and Voldemort followed him out of the bathroom.

What came into view was the painful scene of mother and child hugging each other, while Neville looked a little at a loss.

In his memory, almost no parents were awake, so he didn't know how to communicate with his father at this time.

Especially after the always strict grandma suddenly showed such a broken side.

"Augusta, if you don't want to strangle Frank, I suggest you not hold Frank too tightly." Dumbledore stepped forward and said softly.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm so excited."

As Mrs. Longbottom said, she let go of her son and pushed him back.

"Thank you... thank you, Mr. Dumbledore, it must be you..."

"not me."

Before Frank could finish thanking him, Dumbledore had already shook his head, and turned sideways to make way for Voldemort behind him.

"He saved you, Frank, though it sounds a bit..."

"Please, Dark Lord, please, don't kill my family, don't kill my family..."

The moment Frank saw Voldemort, his whole mood seemed to collapse.

While roaring, he kept backing away until he hit the wall.

"Frank, Frank."

Dumbledore was the closest to him, so he reacted the fastest and quickly stepped forward to help him.

"He didn't kill your family, he's still your son's teacher, wake up, Frank."

Under Dumbledore's call, Frank slowly calmed down, but the eyes he glanced at Voldemort were still full of terror.

"You have that memory?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

Others didn't quite understand what Voldemort said, but Frank obviously understood.

He nodded vigorously and gave an affirmative answer.

"Where?" asked Voldemort. "You dead?"

"Do not."

Frank yelled and shuddered at the sound of his own voice, "At the end, until he kills Neville."

"Him?" Voldemort grasped the key point accurately, "Aren't you the first person?"

"No, no, Lord Dark Lord, I, I have the same perspective as you."

Frank lowered his head and said, he looked like he was afraid to look at Voldemort.

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Longbottom asked suspiciously.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort curiously with a thoughtful look on his face.

"A memory, but I can't tell you." Voldemort said, "Frank, you will keep a secret for me, right?"

"Sure, Lord Dark Lord, I will definitely do it." Frank said in a low voice.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, but was still curious as to how Frank had the same perspective as himself.

He even had the urge to tear the other person's memory like a memory space and look at it again.

But that's obviously not realistic, and Dumbledore won't allow him to do that.

"He seems to be afraid of you, maybe it would be better if we go out." Dumbledore got up and left Frank, and said to Voldemort.

"Well, letting Mrs. Longbottom communicate with him is indeed the best choice."

Lord Voldemort said yes, and turned and left the room first.

(End of this chapter)