Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 82 Music is a hymn to life
Wellington Hospital, Room 302.

"You mean, you can restore my strength temporarily?"

Freddie Mercury asked the three people in front of him, his eyes kept wandering over the faces of the three people.

This combination is really weird, a middle-aged man in a formal suit, a girl half paralyzed in a wheelchair, and a weird man in a cloak.

"Yes, Freddy, can I call you that?" the weird man asked.

"Of course." Freddie nodded.

"We are your fans, of course, the world is full of your fans."

The weird man squeezed out a smile, but he looked a little cold, "Because of some special reasons, I'm a little...extreme now, I want to try to use music to heal myself."

"Thank you for liking my music, and thank you for thinking so, but... can you really give me the strength to sing?"

Freddy still asked in disbelief, while his male companion, Jim Hutton, also looked suspicious.

"Of course, I'm sure, but...it can't extend your life." The weird man said.

"It's not necessary at all, as long as I can sing, I didn't expect that before that day came, I could still sing." Freddy said excitedly, struggling to get up, "What should I do?"

"Do nothing."

The weird man Voldemort stepped forward and took out his wand, "It's a bit magical, but it works."

As he spoke, he used a special healing spell—it could temporarily restore mobility, but it cost vitality.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the light falling on Freddy, Jim asked excitedly.

"No, Jim, I feel good, it really works." Freddy got up, and he felt his body in surprise, "How long can I do this?"

"Two hours? Or shorter, I'm not sure, it depends on your own state." Voldemort explained.

"Give me the guitar. Although I can't play it well, I can use it." He excitedly said to Angel who was holding the guitar.

Purkis took the guitar and handed it to Freddie.

"It's you who did all of this, then, Mr. Mysterious, you'll order the first song as a thank you." Freddy said skillfully strumming the guitar.

"Fat Bottomed Girls, Freddie, I like Fat Bottomed Girls too, I have no reason not to choose it."

The coldness on Voldemort's face began to loosen - before listening to the song, the backlash brought by the black magic had already shown signs of loosening, which made him excited.

"Best choice, damn lad, I still can't get over those models at Wimbledon Stadium on their bikes," Freddie said, glancing at Jim's ass.

"Come on, please listen to the music."

As he spoke, he began to pluck the strings, and hummed:

"Are you taking me home tonight?

By that glowing fireplace.

Will you show everything without reservation?

Big ass girl you rocked the world.

Hey~~”

In the room, several people began to wriggle along with Freddy's singing.

When "hey, hey" appeared, Voldemort immediately stretched out his wand and struck the void rhythmically.

The kick drum sound was well integrated into the guitar, and Freddy gave Voldemort a thumbs-up action in the gap between his playing.

Voldemort responded with a smile, his cold face was thawing, and the darkness in his heart was being driven out.

He sticks his head out like a bastard, looking like a dork, but no one in the room cares, everyone in the room is immersed in the humming of Queen frontman Freddie.

After the song was over, Freddy felt that he was in very good condition.

"Ma'am, the only lady, why don't you give her a choice?" Freddy said, looking at Angela.

"me?"

Angela asked in surprise. After Freddy nodded, she wanted to jump up excitedly, but her crippled legs didn't allow it.

"I love Bohemian Rhapsody..."

"I would also like."

"No, Freddie, I mean, I like Bohemian Rhapsody, but on the way here, Voldemort was humming We Will Rock You, so I chose We Will Rock You," Angela said.

"Voldemort, I like this name." Freddy squeezed his nose at Voldemort, then looked at Angela, "You like him, don't you, like Mr. Voldemort."

"Yes, who wouldn't like it, he allowed me to follow him, haha, but I like you too." Angela pointed at Freddy with both hands, "Especially your little underpants."

"I like myself, too." Freddy said, shaking his head, and then raised his hands, "Stomp and clap, I think you all know, so... let's go."

"Bang bang... bang, bang bang... bang..."

There was a rhythmic rhythm, and the downstairs would be dissatisfied, but no one cared.

"You're a loud kid

Fool around the streets hoping to be big someday

you made a mess

Extremely embarrassed
kick the tin can around

Let's sing~~"

Freddy freed his hand again and pointed at everyone, and everyone immediately sang "We will~ we will~ rock you~~" together.

Everyone twisted their bodies wantonly, shaking their heads.

At this moment, all pain is gone, only happiness is eternal.

Freddy was also completely intoxicated, treating the small ward as a big stage.

Jim hummed along, rocked, and wept—his lover was dying, and his heart was about to break.

Voldemort stomped his feet and clapped his hands vigorously, his palms were already flushed, and Quirrell watched all this in a circle again...

Just a few hours ago, his master was still in Tucun and didn't know how to go back to school to face Dumbledore because he had used too much black magic.

But now, he is as excited as a child, childish and no longer majestic, but the traces of those black magic are disappearing quickly.

Music, is it so powerful... Quirrell is doubting life.

The happy time always slipped through the fingers quickly. When Freddy felt that his physical strength was going to be a problem, he chose a song himself.

"Mom, I just killed someone

I put a gun to his head

Pull the trigger, the shot kills

Mom, life is just beginning
But now I walk away and leave it behind
Mom, oh~~~"

In the last song, Freddy was completely intoxicated by it. His high-pitched voice stimulated the heart and lungs with each call, hitting the deepest part of the soul.

Voldemort also had tears in his eyes, his icy breath was completely destroyed by the singing, and he regained his life, freed from the backlash of black magic—it has to be said that apart from the singing, Lin Zuo also played a role all the time.

"Thank you for coming, my friends," Freddie said without much sadness. "I can't sing for you anymore, but I'm glad to have this day."

"Thank you too." The same smile, but no longer cold and full of sincerity, "Please don't tell us our whereabouts and names, this is very important to us."

"Dead men keep secrets, and Jim can be trusted," said Freddie weakly, without asking about magic or why they couldn't.

People who are about to die don't have so many doubts.

The three of them stepped forward to bid farewell to them one by one, and then left quietly.

The next day, the headlines on the front pages of major British media were all about the death of Freddie Mercury, and the most eye-catching one was the Sun:

"My reporter saw that Freddie Mercury died an hour after the mysterious man left. This has to make us suspect that Mercury's death is related to the mysterious man..."

In the next few days, the British media reported the mysterious man overwhelmingly, looking for the mysterious man, but nothing seemed to happen in the entire wizarding world...

Don't they all read newspapers?The mysterious man is back.

(End of this chapter)