Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 536

1926 12 Month 31 Day.

Riddle House.

"Merope Gun... Rumble... Hard... Rumble... You can..."

There were roaring sounds in his ears, and a few words that came from time to time made Voldemort puzzled about his environment.

Merope Gun...

If it is complete, it should be Merope Gunter.

push... you can...

It felt like words of encouragement to the mother, and if he was reading the memory of that brain, it would be normal to start from scratch.

But, why his mother?

Waiting quietly in doubt, he was born smoothly not long after.

Sure enough, just like reading the memory of the Horcrux before, he can't control the thoughts of this body, but he can feel everything about him.

Thoughts, memories, even physical pain, do.

But these are not what Voldemort cares about. He wants to understand why the memory in this brain is his own.

And this question was answered shortly after his birth.

It's him, but it's not him either.

Looking at the middle-aged man who looked a little like him, he hugged him with joy.

Voldemort knew that this was certainly not his past.

In this memory, Tom Riddle, the Muggle who bears his first name, did not abandon his mother, Merope Gaunt.

In other words, he was living in Riddleburg, living a happy life with a family of three and both parents.

This made Voldemort puzzled, but it was not unacceptable.

At least for this moment, his speculation about this memory is a test, or it is coating his memory with a protective color.

But as time went by, Voldemort's cognition began to be subverted.

This world is too detailed, including how Merope Gaunt concealed her being a witch in her life, including how Merope Gaunt suppressed her magical rampage.

In short, all the details are so real and impeccable.

In this way, he lived until the age of 11, when the owl came, and he wanted to start his life in Hogwarts.

And before that, he met Dumbledore, the Dumbledore he was familiar with.

"In view of your situation, little Tom, I am compelled to come myself."

In the spacious living room of the Riddle Mansion, Dumbledore said something to little Tom, and then looked at the puzzled Tom Riddle.

The father of this little Tom was looking at the strange man in front of him with a puzzled expression.

He was full of doubts, because the person in front of him wanted to send his lovely child to a special school.

Damn, my kids are not special.

And when he turned his eyes for help to his beloved wife, he found that her wife's eyes were full of fear looking at the stranger in front of him.

"Merope, what's the matter with you?" Tom Riddle asked.

"I...I'm fine, Tom, I just...just haven't seen Mr. Dumbledore for too long, we knew each other before."

Merope Gaunt stammered, looking at Dumbledore with pleading eyes in fear.

She didn't dare to expect that Dumbledore would not be able to see that her husband had been drugged with love potions, let alone that Dumbledore would help her hide all this.

But she hoped that the other party would not expose her immediately, and she wanted a farewell.

However, to her surprise, Dumbledore really didn't seem to notice that she was using the love potion, and only talked about little Tom going to school.

It wasn't until when he sent Dumbledore away that he vaguely reminded Merope Gaunt that he could reduce the dose appropriately to avoid mental problems caused by excessive dosage, Merope Gaunt knew that the other party had already seen through everything, but he didn't. That's all.

Merope Gaunt expressed his gratitude to Dumbledore, but in the eyes of Voldemort hiding in Little Tom, this is Dumbledore.

He was never a man who followed the rules, good enough but not bad.

Especially when it comes to love, he always looks crazy enough.

This matter is over, and little Tom boards the Hogwarts express train, and goes to the life he longs for.

College life is still happy, although at the beginning, there were some conflicts because of his Muggle family.

But no matter which Riddle it is, it can solve the problem very well.

And in the process, Voldemort also came up with a conjecture that frightened him:

This is a real memory, but it comes from a parallel world.

If this is the case, then the brain in his hand should be the brain of this Riddle.

This thought terrified Voldemort, not because the god of death had killed himself, but because there were countless brains in the water tank.

If this conjecture is true, it would not be me who was killed by the god of death.

"The end will come when the memory ends, and that won't be long."

Voldemort suppressed the fear in his heart and waited quietly.

The time in my memory passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, little Tom had graduated. He did not work in Diagon Alley like in Voldemort's world, but chose a decent Muggle job.

This is based on a request made by his wealthy father.

"Treat magic as a hobby, child, there is nothing more important than money, including titles."

Tom Riddle taught his son this way, and little Tom was very obedient.

He manages the ancestral property, and by means of some unscrupulous magic methods, makes the Riddle family more and more wealthy.

When the money reaches a certain level, it becomes less important.

People with pursuit in their hearts will abandon business affairs to pursue their own ideals.

Riddle obviously has his ideals, like immortality.

So he began to frequently enter the Black Forest and other places to collect enough precious materials to make the elixir of life.

Ten years passed like this, on an ordinary day, he entered the black forest as usual, and then saw a figure floating in the air.

Flying spell?
No, Voldemort knew it was not the first time he saw the flying posture.

Before he could see the man's face clearly, a green light flashed, and the whole world stopped abruptly.

"Whirring whirring……"

Voldemort gasped violently, looking at the brain in his hand with horror.

He has confirmed [-]% that this brain belongs to himself in another parallel world.

"Damn Death, how dare he..."

Voldemort turned his head to look at the dark green water tank. The countless brains floating in it made Voldemort's heart chill.

Who would kill himself in the parallel world, then take out the brain and put it back together?
"I have joined the Reticent Man, have I not, sir?" asked Voldemort, looking back at Sir Gamp.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Sir Gamp replied hastily.

"Then I wonder, how does Reaper prove that he is Reaper?" Voldemort asked.

"Then..." Gump hesitated for a moment, "I need to bring a brain and put it in the water tank without being rejected."

"Aren't you rejected?"

Voldemort murmured with a cold face, and he was certain in his heart that these brains must be the brains of Riddle in the parallel world.

Just put them here, what to do?
(End of this chapter)