Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 72 Using Muggle Wisdom

Good people move forward with heavy burdens, and bad people run around like dogs.

It was difficult for Voldemort to consider himself a good person. After all, so many lives were at hand, it would be too shameless to call himself a good person.

So, he chose to run a dog, and he enjoyed it.

"You should have a name. Dementors are a general term, but you are unique." In the training ground, Voldemort said to the restrained dementors.

"Hoohoo~~"

After more than ten days of communication, this special dementor learned to communicate - if he speaks out, it means he agrees, and if he keeps silent, it means he refuses.

"How about Hodr? The god of darkness in mythology is also blind, and he killed the god of light, Baldr, who brings joy to people. He looks a lot like you."

"Hoohoo~~"

"As long as you like it, you don't need to communicate with me. I don't want to smell the smell of decay anymore." Voldemort said, taking out his wand, "I need to lose my happiness, so, smoke, but don't overdo it."

Legilimency and chanting were played, and the little happiness that had been saved was once again taken away.

"Snapped."

Disconnected Voldemort, sitting on the ground, this feeling is really not very good.

"Hey, Quirrell, you can't go on like this, the students are already complaining." Hagrid walked over and said, casting worried eyes on Voldemort.

"The forbidden book I read requires me to do this. Don't worry, Hagrid, I'll finish it soon." After speaking, Voldemort got up and left the training ground without looking back.

……

A dozen Illuminating Charms floated overhead, and Voldemort squinted at the book.

At the top of the page on the left side of the book, it says—Repair of Injured Brain.

According to the records in the book, the ruthless Matthews asked his partner to torture himself with the Cruciatus Curse until his brain had problems—obvious memory loss and confusion.

Then, the restoration as before started to be used on the head, the pain was so sour—it was like an awl piercing the head, stirring violently in the brain.

But fortunately, when the pain reached the threshold, he fainted. Yes, Voldemort, who experienced the whole process, also fainted.

When he woke up, half an hour had passed, and this was the longest time he had experienced in the book so far.

"I can't say that I have gained nothing." Voldemort shook his head dizzily, and turned the book to the next page, "But it is true as the book says, it has neither effect nor insight."

The next page is called - Restoration of Broken Souls.

Can't wait to read what's on the left, Voldemort had to sacrifice his knee to Mr. Matthews - the guy learned Horcrux making in order to become a Broken Soul.

I'm afraid Dumbledore didn't expect that the method of making Horcruxes is actually recorded in this book. Although it is not specific enough, it does exist.

After reading the content on the left, Voldemort looked at the painting on the right, and...

Consciousness entered the painting, and the author's friend began to cast a healing spell on him. His soul was shaking, as if there were signs of recovery, but there was no obvious feeling.

The content on the left side of the page records Matthews' sentiments. According to him, he didn't feel that his soul had been repaired.

But Voldemort experienced the fusion of souls, just a few months ago - Lin Zuo's soul and Voldemort's remnant soul. The moment they merged, Voldemort had a real feeling.

Because of that moment of comprehension, he clearly felt:
Souls do recover, just not by much.

At the same time, Voldemort also noticed that the moment his soul was repaired, the familiar book on the table vibrated.

After another long coma, Voldemort woke up, flipped through the book impatiently, and looked at the last page:
... Cruelly, I failed.

The broken soul and brain made it almost impossible for me to live a normal life. I lived with the Horcrux day and night, and I found that he seemed to be more eager to live than me.

I had to face the rest of my miserable life, and had to find a way to kill the Horcrux - I could see his madness, and believe me, he was mine.

I used the Killing Curse on him, which worked well, but didn't kill him.

Although he is still alive, he has obviously become an idiot, but it has to be said that this is a good magic material.

Therefore, I, who failed to feel the essence in the spell, decided to put all the relevant memories in this book.

I hope that the latecomers can pass through them, experience everything I have experienced, and find the root of this healing spell—I have no hope of growing taller, and my soul is disabled, and my brain has problems. I am not worthy of Alice.

The Secret of Time, this is the name I named this book. It is hard for me to firmly believe that this spell contains the secret of time.

But my incomplete Horcrux still has a soul in essence, and he will search for readers who can explore the secrets in the long river of time.

Therefore, I named it this way, hoping that the latecomers can discover the real secret.

Last but not least, if this spell can really solve the height problem, I hope you can disclose it, because my family has always been troubled by height.

Forgive me for using a pseudonym, I have learned and used a lot of black magic, and I really don't want to shame my family.

Above, all the best!
At the end of the book, Voldemort frowned. According to the book, Matthews, the dog, did not discover the secret of the healing spell.

He just saved his memory with the help of his horcrux (broken), so that later generations can experience everything about him and learn from it.

If there is any feeling...

Except for the last moment, when Voldemort felt the restoration of his soul, there was really no specific feeling before that.

"Perhaps I need to feel it a few more times." Voldemort murmured, turning his eyes to the page of "Broken Soul Restoration" again.

The night slowly passed, and the dawn slowly came.

After this day, Voldemort put all his energy into the last experience, and the confinement of the students was delayed again and again by him.

"I have a study recently, and I will go to the confinement after the end, Professor McGonagall, I really don't want to interrupt this research." He said to Professor McGonagall.

But the experience of more than ten days did not give him any real insight. There are many guesses, but he can't prove whether it is right or wrong.

During the period, he even thought about asking Dumbledore for advice, but after much deliberation, he gave up—he had to be cautious about the Horcruxes involved in the book.

It wasn't until a few days later that he became more irritable and admitted his incompetence.

"I don't have extraordinary wisdom, and I don't see the talent in Voldemort's remnant soul. It seems that I have to find another way."

So this weekend, he and Pokis met at Old Trafford.

"Physical theorist, or any other scholar, the kind with a high IQ."

During the interval of watching the game, he said to Pokiss, "Let them study the content on it, no matter how absurd the content is, I just want them to make guesses, the most accurate guesses."

Wisdom is not enough, money can come together.

He decided to use his money ability and Muggle wisdom. For this reason, he compiled all the details recorded in the book into a book, and then made a hypothesis in the book:

Assuming magic existed, there was a spell for repairing broken things...

I don't know if it will succeed or not, it's just an attempt.

While Voldemort was watching the ball, Bokis read the book briefly, and then his eyes widened in surprise, completely ignorant of Voldemort's meaning.

"Such content is too ridiculous..."

After being glared at by Voldemort, Pokis dared not continue, "I will try my best to do everything well, but how much are you willing to invest?"

"3000 million pounds, it should be enough if you squeeze it. If it is not enough, I will hold a special meeting, listen to the report of the financial department, and provide more." Voldemort was cruel.

After several months in the wizarding world, it can be said that there is no achievement at all, which makes him very anxious-the young Voldemort will not be as stupid as himself, he must admit that he has neither talent nor wisdom, only a full stomach .

"I understand, sir, I will use the fastest speed to set up the research room and produce results." Pokis said firmly.

"The sooner the better, don't let me down." After Voldemort finished speaking, he got up and was about to leave, but Pokiss stopped him.

"Sir, there's news from over there." He whispered.

Voldemort's eyes lit up, and the heart of a dog like a dog came to his heart instantly - sure enough, everyone has a talent, but his talent is not in magic.

　A long time ago, I was thinking about what it would be like to let those scientists with extraordinary wisdom participate in the research of magic. Today, it is finally realized in this book. This is my fantasy 15 years ago. Thinking realized in this book... happy! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)