Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 40 The Hogwarts Library

"Quirrell, you eat like a troll."

Flitwick said sharply, "Why are you so hungry?"

"I was hungry in the middle of the night and had nothing to eat. I think I can swallow a cow now." Voldemort said, chewing the meatloaf with dark circles under his eyes.

"Where's your house elf? Why didn't you ask him to bring you something to eat?" Flitwick asked suspiciously.

Voldemort was slightly stunned, but he didn't dare to show it, and quickly pretended to be choked, while waking Quirrell in his mind.

"Cough cough cough..."

With a cough, he learned the relevant information from Quirrell—every professor has a house elf who serves him full-time, and Quirrell had one before.

"Yes, Varda."

Voldemort said after taking a sip of water, "I haven't had time to tell him I'm back, I'll go find him later."

Flitwick didn't suspect anything, he just said, "You should have done that a long time ago."

"Indeed."

Voldemort complied, looking forward, just in time to see two red-haired students passing by - they had the exact same features, which was rare at Hogwarts.

"Brother Weasley." Flitwick said after following Voldemort's gaze, "They are a pair of naughty children, and Filch often complained to me."

Voldemort smiled and nodded, but his eyes deliberately glanced at the parchment in the hands of the two of them - the two of them were holding one side, carefully looking at something on it.

"Teenagers are naughty, except for Raventraw." Voldemort looked away and said with a smile.

"Yes, hahaha, I saw your homework for Laventlaw's seniors. It's very good. It will make them learn to think."

As the headmaster of the Eagle Academy, Flitwick never hesitated to praise his students.

"Of course, I was thinking about it."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he turned his attention to food, and he was really hungry.

This day's lessons are all fifth graders.

Because these students had to take the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination at the end of the term, Voldemort taught them individually, and the lesson plans for the lessons were also quite detailed.

Unlike other grades, he would leave a lot of papers for the fifth graders, this is to help them pass the exams, papers and practical content, Voldemort will try to minimize.

This made the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the fifth grade extremely boring. After a whole day, the students of the four colleges were full of complaints:
"Learning spells? Senior, that's impossible, the professor has been lecturing..."

"There are thirteen pages in my notebook, and each page is full of words..."

"You would never have imagined that Professor Quirrell would take us to review the entire first-year knowledge points in one class. My god, my head is covered after the class..."

Boring Professor Quirrell, this is Voldemort's new nickname. Even the students of the Eagle Academy, known for their wisdom, are overwhelmed by his countless knowledge points.

Voldemort, who had been busy all day, did not drag his tired body to rest, but chose to walk into the library on the second floor of Hogwarts after evening class.

He is a frequent visitor here, and he has come every day since the beginning of school.

"Qiro, what book are you looking for today?"

It was only the third meeting, but Mrs. Pince was very impressed with him-not because of Quirrell, but because she was disturbed by Voldemort on the first day back.

"Everything about repairing the curse, Mrs. Pince, I need your help." In order to save time, Voldemort chose to ask the librarian for help.

"Do you want to study this spell?" Mrs. Pince pointed to an area as she spoke, "They are all there. I remember there are several books dedicated to this spell."

Voldemort took note of the location, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any relevant content in the restricted area? I think the books there will be more advanced."

Mrs. Pince was not too surprised. Books in the restricted area are dangerous to students, but not so much a threat to professors, especially the banned books related to daily life.

"I want to check the book list. There are very few banned books on life."

As she spoke, she took out a notebook with a black cover from under the desk, and quickly read it.

While waiting, Voldemort glanced back at the luxurious library:
In the hall covered with red carpets, there are long polished wooden tables where the students sit scatteredly, and rows of bookshelves are placed there row after row behind them.

Above the hall, there are dazzling stars shining, which looks like the night sky outside. This is a dome that can change continuously.

Voldemort took a deep breath, as if he could smell the unique fragrance of books - being a professor is better than being a librarian.

Just as he was fantasizing, his eyes were attracted by a small figure...

It was a low-grade girl with messy long brown hair and protruding front teeth. She was holding a book and walking quickly towards the desk.

The trio haven't gathered together yet... Voldemort thought, slowly looking away.

"Found it, Professor Quirrell."

Mrs. Pince's voice sounded at the right time, "On the third shelf in the fifth row of the restricted book area, [Secret of Time], this is its name. It is said that the content of this book is very bad."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, [Secret of Time], this is a name he likes.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince."

After thanking with a smile, Voldemort went to the bookshelf. He didn't go straight to the restricted area, but read the ordinary books first.

When he came to the designated area, he discovered that there were a lot of books related to the restoration spell, and an entire half of the bookshelf was related to it.

Pull out the first book: [The Restoration Curse That Shocks Muggles' Jaws].

Flipping through a few pages at random, Voldemort immediately put it back in its place...

This is actually a story about a wizard playing Muggles with a restoration spell. The introduction also mentioned that the author of this book, because of this behavior, actually entered Askaban for a short time.

My God, is this a fool?
Then I looked at the second book and found that it was still a story book.

This guy didn't play with Muggles, but he didn't look very smart - he regarded this magic as magic, and he was very successful in the Muggle circus.

"Who are they all..."

Voldemort couldn't help curling his lips, he was defeated by the exuberant display of these wizards.

The next few books were still not very serious, but he still endured the complaints in his heart and flipped through them one by one.

Finally, after a long time, some serious content appeared:

[Trash about repairing spells] records a large number of problems with repairing spells.

[Rhythm of Restoration], a book that explains the restoration spell in detail from the swing of the wand.

【The Curse of Restoration】, which records the restoration mantras of various countries, analyzes and tells about their effects.

……

Voldemort didn't look at any of them carefully, he just picked the books he thought were good, and finally stacked them together, and carried them to the depths of the library.

At the end of the line of sight, there is a dim area, that is the restricted area, and the students will avoid them on purpose - most of the students don't want to get close to it.

Voldemort didn't have any psychological pressure. In the remnant soul's memory, there were many messy memories of being in the restricted area - he had been a frequent visitor here since he was a child.

I don't know if my walking Horcrux, who likes to enter the restricted area, is affected by me... Voldemort thought as he walked.

　The next book is about the Hogwarts librarian, hahaha, this idea is great, being a sweeper in the wizarding world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)