Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"As a wizard, I can't believe those beings who can't see their brains."

Voldemort's words made the green figure stunned for a moment, and then he smiled disdainfully.

"I have to say, Tom, you are much more cautious than before." The green figure said, "But you can feel my soul, can't you?"

"I have been cursed, which prevents me from feeling other people's souls, and others cannot feel mine."

"It looks like you're in trouble, Tom. I've told you before that if the Horcrux is split too much, the consequences will be very serious."

"I don't remember any of that, so, I'm sorry, I can't believe you."

Voldemort said, slowly retreating. He was no longer prepared to communicate with this unknown existence.

"I taught you how to make Horcruxes, and I also taught you the black magic..." The green figure shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, let's wait until you remember."

The retreating Voldemort suddenly stopped and asked doubtfully: "You taught me how to make a Horcrux?"

"Of course." The green figure nodded.

"Isn't it Professor Horace Slughorn?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

In his memory, he asked this professor for advice on Horcruxes in sixth grade.

Of course, this is Lin Zuo's memory, and the early memories in the remnant soul have disappeared too completely.

"How is it possible that you have forgotten how old your first Horcrux was?" the green figure asked.

Voldemort frowned...

He really couldn't remember the specific time in his memory, but Lin Zuo knew the age in that diary - sixteen years old.

He was sixteen years old, probably the fifth year at Hogwarts, and he only asked about Horcruxes in the sixth year. This...

"It seems that you have not lost all your memories, but you have become as stupid as Gryffindor." The green figure said dissatisfied.

Voldemort remained silent and did not answer, but awakened Quirrell in his soul.

"Can you feel the soul in that green figure?" Voldemort asked Quirrell.

Quirrell's soul is not under the vampire curse. If the green figure opposite him didn't lie, Quirrell should be able to feel it.

"I can feel it, Master, a very old, broken soul." There was doubt in Quirrell's voice, and it was obvious that the green figure confused him.

"Go and rest, Quirrell."

After letting Quirrell sleep, Voldemort finally lost some doubt in his eyes when he looked at the figure in front of him.

"The curse did come three times, but I never remember asking you for help." Voldemort said, "Can you explain it to me?"

"Soul magic."

The green figure waved back, and a ball of black and green magic immediately appeared in the stone statue's mouth, "This is your curse on Professor Dark Magic Defense. There is a ray of your soul hidden in it, and you can affect it."

"Can I put a soul into magic?" Voldemort was quite surprised. There was no such memory in the remaining soul.

"It was completely possible before, but after you chop off the soul a few times... it's actually very reluctant this time." The green figure said mockingly.

Voldemort:...

"You have used this magic three times this year. I can feel it." The green figure spoke again, "It's a bit frequent, Tom. This is not good. The curse doesn't have time to accumulate power."

"I didn't want to cast a curse... I just felt that a curse should come during that time, so it would affect it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, this is your curse, and it still contains your soul. When you feel it is necessary, of course it will come." The green figure said affirmatively.

"But I don't have any clear instructions, I just feel..."

"That's enough, Tom. Such a soul has no ability to think. It's already pretty good if it can respond to your consciousness."

Voldemort nodded slightly, but his thoughts were a little wandering:

Co-authored these three curses, all of which were cursed by oneself...

I got a bracelet and defended myself for a long time, but still defended myself...

No wonder fate is just like in memory. The root of everything comes from "I believe"...

After being nervous for a semester, Voldemort finally understood the problem and showed a bitter smile.

It was a bit stupid to do this, and it would be embarrassing to say it out loud. No wonder the man opposite him kept mocking himself for being a Gryffindor. It seemed that he did have a tendency to become a Gryffindor.

Maybe, Lin Zuo might be suitable to go to Gryffindor... Voldemort thought.

Stopping to think, Voldemort asked the green figure: "Then how do you prove that you are a Slytherin?"

"Why should I prove that I am a Slytherin?" the green figure asked.

Voldemort was stunned and asked: "If you don't prove yourself, how can I trust you?"

"Do I trust you?" the green figure asked again.

Voldemort responded in silence, it seemed that the green figure was right.

He really didn't have anything to prove, if he didn't need Voldemort to do anything.

"If...you are the curse left by Slytherin, then what is your role?" Voldemort asked.

"Guard the secret room." The green figure said without hiding it, obviously he trusted Tom.

"That's it?" Voldemort was a little confused, "Are there no other secrets?"

"Let the basilisk go out and kill people. What else are you going to do?" the green figure asked.

"..."

Voldemort somewhat believed that there was Slytherin's soul in this green figure.

Taking murder so naturally...this is really very Slytherin.

"This...Mr. Oblivion Curse." Voldemort still felt that calling him Slytherin was not good, "Why did Mr. Slytherin do this?"

"Tom, you have forgotten too many things." The green figure sighed.

"You can tell me again." Voldemort said.

The green figure thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I will only release the basilisk to kill those mudbloods when necessary."

"You still don't understand the meaning of this." Voldemort said, "Besides, generally speaking, I would not use the term mudblood, Mr. Oblivion Curse."

"Mudblood is not an insult, at least not from my mouth."

The green figure waved his hand and said unhurriedly, "There are two types of Muggle wizards. One is that both parents have a wizard, and the other is that there is no wizard at all. The mudblood in my mouth refers specifically to this kind of wizard."

"So? They all deserve to die?" Voldemort asked.

"They don't deserve to die, but they must die." The green figure said coldly.

Voldemort thought for a moment and said, "There must be some reason for this, right?"

"Of course, I don't intend to kill anyone, but I have to do it if I have to."

"Under what circumstances is it considered a last resort?" Voldemort said, slowly putting down his wand.

He was sure that the green figure in front of him could communicate. Although he could not completely trust the other party, it was very impolite to always point the wand at the other party - and it was also easy to create confrontational emotions.

"When half of the students in the castle are mudbloods, the basilisk will massacre them." The green figure said in a deep voice.

Voldemort's eyes froze - even if he was a Mudblood, he was still a wizard. Why did this green figure do this?

Added update: Chapter 17!

I almost forgot about classmate Wang PP’s book list, but I only put this one on the list~~~

Thank you, classmate Wang Pipi, thank you~~~

This should be the last one~~~