Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 45 No.40 Five Houses of Response

Hermione came to the library early, but she couldn't see Professor Quirrell until the library was closed.

"He does come every day, but yesterday he took a lot of books, so he probably won't come in the near future."

Mrs. Pince replied to Hermione like this, and said, "If you need anything, you can go to his office. It's on the third floor, and it's easy to find."

After thanking Hermione, she left disappointed.

She didn't go to the third floor because she couldn't find a reason to ask Professor Quirrell to check the paper for herself - she just wanted to use the name of a chance encounter before, but it obviously failed.

Of course Voldemort didn't have time to go to the library, he was busy researching Restoration Charms.

Trying this magic in different languages ​​gave him a deeper understanding of the rhythm of this magic, but learning those languages ​​was too much of a headache.

Stumbling late into the night, Voldemort finally stopped and unfolded the parchment confiscated from the Weasley brothers.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good."

The yew wood wand pointed at the parchment, and the ink spread from the tip of the wand, slowly covering the entire parchment, and a map of Hogwarts appeared.

Voldemort bent down, first glanced at the headmaster's office, it was empty, without any name - neither Dumbledore nor Fox.

"Isn't old bee at school?"

Voldemort was a little excited, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He still stared at the map carefully, and carefully looked at all the places that could be displayed.

It's a bit like finding fault with everyone, it takes a lot of energy and eyes, but Voldemort has to do it, the old bee puts too much pressure on him.

"It's really not here, then, go out for a walk."

Voldemort said excitedly, then packed his clothes and walked out of his office.

He first went down to the second floor and came to the corner, where there was a big black cabinet that was familiar to him - he had not dared to open his eyes to look at it after coming to Hogwarts for more than a month.

"The time is not yet, the time is not yet."

He murmured in his heart, watched from a distance for a long time, and finally turned around and left.

He hasn't had a chance to move the cabinet yet, and until then, he won't do anything more to avoid alarming others.

After looking at the cabinet, Voldemort walked up the stairs until he came to the eighth floor of the castle, where a tapestry with a troll stick beating Barnabas was hanging.

"A place to hide... a place to hide... a place to hide..."

Voldemort walked back and forth three times, thinking the same thing in his mind, and then a smooth door appeared, which was the Room of Requirement he was looking for.

"The Room of Requirement, how does it work?"

Just as children love to take apart toys, Voldemort wants to take apart the Room of Requirement.

But he only dared to think about it. Next to it was Dumbledore's office, and he didn't dare to move rashly, even if the owner there was not there.

Open the door and enter it, and what you see is a large classroom. The moonlight cast by the high windows shines on the sundries hidden here by Hogwarts people of all ages.

Voldemort began to walk through the garbage dump according to his memory, but he got lost here after a while—too long time had passed, and the path in Voldemort's vague memory was no longer there.

"Show me the way."

Throwing the yew wand, as the spell worked, it hung in the air and began to lead the way for Voldemort.

Following the floating wand, around the mountains of books, through the high walls of slingshot flying saucers, Voldemort came to a box.

Above the box, a strand of gray hair peeked out, and a piece of rusty metal that would have fallen if Voldemort had kicked the box.

Voldemort knew that the rusty metal was the tip of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw's tiara, which was not only an antique, but also a source of wisdom.

At the same time, a part of my soul is also inside.

"The remnant soul that hasn't gone crazy yet... I really hope I can get it right away."

He thought so, but did not act after all.

"Everything that should be there is here. Next, we need to wait patiently."

He said this to himself, then stretched out his hand, and touched the crown from a distance——his shining eyes were full of desire for knowledge, talent, and power.

Putting down his hands, Voldemort turned and left without hesitation.

"I don't know if there is any secret here."

Far from the crown, Voldemort's excited heart calmed down, and he was immediately curious about the collection here.

"Maybe there are good things."

Thinking this way, he began to search in the house, but unfortunately, after searching for a while, there was nothing of value.

"It's too big here, but maybe we can form a Taobao group to take a look in the future, there must be good things."

With limited time and energy, Voldemort quickly gave up the treasure hunt, but he still couldn't forget it in his heart.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good."

After opening the Marauder's Map again and confirming that Dumbledore was still not in the castle, Voldemort went out and walked downstairs.

"Professor Quirrell, what are you doing so late?"

On the stairs on the fourth floor, Voldemort ran into the Hogwarts administrator Argus Filch head-on. He was not surprised by this, because he never thought of hiding his whereabouts.

Using the Illusion Charm, or other methods, if it is accidentally smashed, it will not be explained clearly. On the contrary, there can be many reasons for walking around like this.

"I'm too tired studying spells, Filch, I'll take a stroll."

When talking about the curse, Voldemort noticed that Filch's eyes lit up, "Is Mrs. Norris there? I haven't seen it much these days."

"Oh, it's patrolling in another place. When it encounters a naughty child, it will notify me." Filch said happily.

"I hope you have gained something." Voldemort finished with a smile, passed him and left.

Standing on the stairs, Filch watched his leaving back, and muttered, "It would be nice if all the students were like Ravenclaw."

Voldemort, who hadn't gone far, couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence—the entire academy, even Hufflepuff, wasn't as honest as Ravenclaw.

Sure enough, children who love to learn don't get into trouble.

Stepping briskly all the way down, Voldemort's eyes kept sweeping to the left and right. He had never dared to observe everything so unscrupulously during the day, and the rare freedom made him very comfortable.

At the same time, he is also planning some future things:

"A Christmas tree can be decorated here, so there is an excuse to move, but it is still difficult to go all the way up from the second floor, so we need to make a more detailed plan..."

Muttering in his heart, Voldemort walked all the way to the hall, then walked up the third floor from the hall, and returned to his office.

"Hogwarts without the old bees is truly beautiful."

He sighed, and devoted himself to the study of the spell again, and didn't close the book and go to sleep until the night got darker.

(End of this chapter)