People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 57 I am Voldemort

Baguirre turned his attention back to the game.

Harry and Draco were reduced to mere shadows.

They weren't much faster than the others.

But he was extremely smooth when moving in an all-or-nothing manner, and every change of direction was unexpected and unpredictable.

Malfoy's hard work and competition in flying lessons also led to improvements in Harry's skills.

The Wronsky feint is a specialty of world-class Quidditch player Krum.

Lynch, who is also a world-class player, can't do it.

In the original book, Harry could reproduce it perfectly with just one look.

This talented player, under the competition from Malfoy, finally showed his astonishing skills.

But what surprised Bagel most was that Malfoy was not at a disadvantage.

The score between Slytherin and Gryffindor is now 90:100.

As long as the Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, the game will end and the winner will be decided.

Flint and the other Slytherin players tried to use some covert tactics, or even some overt ones.

But Harry dodged them all perfectly.

The same could be said of the Weasley twins' surprise attack on Malfoy.

Everyone in the stands held their breath.

Lee Jordan, the commentator, even forgot to speak.

They were all immersed in this high-level game.

Finally, a cry from Ron broke the silence.

"Look! The Golden Snitch!"

In the high blue sky, the two people’s flight paths were in a spiral shape, flying towards the golden light that flashed in the sun.

Boll, the batsman, lost his concentration for a moment and was hit by a Bludger, who was not sure whether it came from Fred or George.

But no one cared about him.

Because the two flying trajectories returned to stability.

Harry Potter waved his right hand, and the silver wings of the Golden Snitch fluttered between his fingers.

Draco Malfoy hovered aside in disappointment, his eyes full of resentment.

His broom was still a little slow.

Sweep Seven Stars is no match for Nimbus 2000.

Lee Jordan was shouting the result of the match with joy - Gryffindor won by 250 points to 90 points.

Harry landed on the ground and was surrounded by the crowd.

Malfoy returned to the green team.

"I failed."

he said softly.

Flint's large hand fell on his shoulder, "No, you didn't lose! Look around you!"

Malfoy raised his head, and before he knew it, he was surrounded by students.

Their eyes were full of admiration and smiles.

Flint shouted: "Come on, applaud the genius of our academy!!"

In the crowd on the other side, Ron looked at this scene with complicated feelings.

"Why, I don't see anything wrong with that."

He hadn't been happy about it when he saw Malfoy's lost face just now.

His happiness at that time was all because of Gryffindor's victory and Harry catching the Golden Snitch.

"Malfoy's skills conquered you." Basil crossed his arms, "You don't need to feel strange, it's all because of your love for Quidditch. Plus, Malfoy didn't cheat and worked hard all day." Hermione agreed, "It's hard to dislike someone who works hard."

"If only I could be like Hagrid!" exclaimed Ron.

Basil looked towards Hagrid, who was muttering, "Inherently evil Malfoy brat!"

Harry didn't hear any of this, though.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to Hagrid's hut with Badger, Hermione and Ron, and the host was making him a cup of strong tea.

He exclaimed: "Great, there is an opponent like Malfoy!"

Bang!

Hagrid put the teapot back on the stove with a thump.

"Nonsense! It's all lies!"

"Harry. Don't be fooled!"

"I once thought that there would be good people in Slytherin. He was a supervisor and later became the president of the Student Union. All students except Dumbledore liked him. He had excellent grades and got 12 Os in OWLs and NEWTs."

“He is also very patient with students like me.”

"But it was all lies! He framed me! He killed Myrtle! He got me fired! And then he became someone who can't even be named!"

"Harry! You must remember that there is no witch or wizard who later turned bad who did not come from Slytherin. Slytherins are all filthy bad guys!"

Hagrid buried his face in his palms as big as a palm fan and sobbed like a child.

He didn't notice at all how shocking what he said was.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, unable to digest what they had just heard.

And Bagel shared everything he saw and heard with Riddle when Hagrid exploded.

In Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Riddle looked puzzled, "Brother Rubeus."

"What? Voldemort still feels guilty?" Bagel couldn't help but said sarcastically.

"Yes." Riddle answered decisively, "This is the margin of strength. I am already immortal, so I allow myself to have these weaknesses. I live more selflessly than anyone else, and I live forever. This may be the reason why I didn't choose to kill Hagrid when I caught him in the Forbidden Forest in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in your story. I didn't even torture him."

In the cabin, Harry stuttered, "You and Voldemort are classmates? How old are you?"

"62 years old, what's wrong?" Hagrid subconsciously ignored Voldemort's name.

"62?" Harry rubbed his eyes and looked at Hagrid's baby face, which looked no more than 30 years old. He couldn't imagine that Hagrid was so old.

Baqir was not very surprised.

Before, he knew that Voldemort was 64 years old from Riddle.

But even so, he thought Hagrid was in his fifties. He had not expected that Hagrid and Voldemort were only two years apart in age.

Half a second later, Hagrid came back to his senses, "You all forget it!"

He seemed very angry and ashamed, "This has nothing to do with you! Don't you have any sympathy? This is my shame!"

"Oh," Hermione's eyes were red with emotion, "it's not your fault, Hagrid. There is nothing to be ashamed of knowing Voldemort."

"Then could you please stop repeating that name? Dumbledore said we shouldn't be afraid of it, but who is as great as him? I mean, could you please leave me alone for a while?" Hagrid was a little incoherent.

On the way back to the castle, Ron regretted it very much. "We actually left like that! Voldemort! Hagrid was actually his classmate! He even fooled us! Maybe we can get to know Voldemort in his school days closely from Hagrid's own mouth! How cool is that!"

Baqir shrugged. "Actually I know. If you know anything about the trophy room."

"Inside." Harry stopped abruptly. "Is there the trophy that Voldemort won?"

Basil nodded. "There is a very rare award in it, the Award for Special Contribution to the School. Hagrid was expelled in June 1942, when he was 6 years old and in the third grade. Myrtle also died in that year. At the same time, another person won this award. Combined with Hagrid's claim of being framed."

"This person is Voldemort!" Hermione raised her hand to answer.

"Yes, Tom Marvolo Riddle," said Badgill.

"Voldemort's name is so common?" Ron couldn't believe it.

"Normal?" Basil smiled evilly. "He pulled his wand out of his pocket.

He drew a few strokes in the air and wrote three shining names:
Tom Marvolo Riddle
Then he waved his wand, and the letters automatically switched positions, becoming:
I am Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)