Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"This is the will left by the great Slytherin. For the continuation of wizards and for us special people not to disappear from this world, I will continue to do it unswervingly."

Voldemort frowned and asked, "Disappear? What do you mean?"

"There are Squibs among purebloods, but none of them are Muggles. Do you understand?"

Voldemort nodded.

There are many reasons why Squibs cannot use magic, but most of them have magical talents and cannot be generalized to Muggles.

"Even the children of squibs have a high chance of becoming a wizard. The children of squibs and pure-blood wizards have a greater chance, and even the ninth level has wizard talents."

"Then what?"

"Muggles and Muggles, ninety-nine times will not give birth to children with wizarding talents."

Voldemort nodded in approval.

"Pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards, not Mudbloods, have a high chance of giving birth to children with wizard talents."

Voldemort nodded again, and vaguely thought of what he wanted to say.

"Pure-blood wizards and mudbloods have a high probability of giving birth to children without talents. Mudbloods and mudbloods... they are only slightly better than Muggles."

"Is this the reason why you killed those Muggle wizards?" Voldemort asked with a frown.

"The massacre you are talking about has never happened, Tom. The last time the basilisk appeared, it was because of you, not because of me."

The green figure narrowed his eyes and said, "Evil is rooted deep in your heart, Tom. There is no need for you to pass it on to me in order to shirk responsibility. That would be embarrassing for me."

After a brief silence, Voldemort said: "You mean, you released the basilisk just to increase the success rate of giving birth to children with magical talents?"

"Otherwise?" the green figure said, "Sooner or later, pure-blood wizards will combine with Muggles, and pure-bloods will only become less and less. If the number of mudbloods accounts for half of the wizards... you know what the result will be."

Voldemort was silent. If this was the case, Slytherin's actions did have his reasons.

Can you accept it... Voldemort doesn't really want to think about this issue.

At least now, he feels that there is something unacceptable to him, but if he fuses the Horcrux, it will be hard to say.

"Is this why Slytherin established this Chamber of Secrets?" Voldemort asked again.

"Mainly because of this, but also for other reasons...teaching students black magic, you know those three people don't agree with him doing this." The green figure became gentle again.

Voldemort nodded. As far as he knew, Slytherin did have a quarrel with Gryffindor over whether to teach dark magic. The other two...

They sided with Gryffindor, although it was not too clear, but in the eyes of a stubborn and proud person like Slytherin, the bias was wrong, and the break came from this.

"When you leave the Chamber of Secrets, will I forget you?" Voldemort asked after sorting out his thoughts.

"Yes, everyone who has seen me will forget me after leaving me." The green figure nodded.

Voldemort nodded and did not dwell on this issue, but asked: "Is there anything you can teach me? Or give me some...benefits."

"There shouldn't be any benefits. You took them all before, and there's nothing here." The green figure said, "As for what to teach you, it depends on what you need."

"Resurrection." Voldemort said without hesitation.

"By sacrificing a person's life, you gain a body - don't be too happy, it's only temporary - it will cost the castle a lot of magic, and the headmaster may notice."

The smile Voldemort showed just now disappeared instantly.

He thought about Riddle's use of Ginny's resurrection. It seemed that he did have a physical body, and he almost succeeded, but if it was short-lived...

"Is there no other way?" Voldemort asked.

"The flesh and blood resurrection potion, I gave you the book, didn't you take it away?" the green figure asked doubtfully.

"..."

Voldemort scratched his head. He became more and more convinced that the figure in front of him really had a lot to do with his past self. But what made him even more confused was why the book fell into Snape's hands.

Could it be that he robbed my residence after my death... Before the memory is restored, this is a riddle with no answer.

"Do you remember the contents of the resurrection potion?" Voldemort asked.

"How many things do you think a forgetting spell can remember?" the green figure asked, rolling his "green" eyes.

"You look much more powerful than that curse." Voldemort pointed to the curse created by his predecessor.

"Hmph, don't compare Slytherin to you, kid, you're too arrogant."

"Then do you have a way to fuse Horcruxes?" Voldemort didn't care about the sarcasm in the other party's words, but raised a new question.

"Splitting a soul looks easy, doesn't it?"

Voldemort nodded. Although he didn't know the complete method of making Horcruxes, it was indeed very easy for his former self, otherwise he wouldn't have done so much.

"But recovery is very difficult. Killing someone can split the soul, but saving someone cannot."

Voldemort rubbed his nose and felt in his heart that the prospect of soul recovery was not so optimistic.

"You have a way, right?"

"Use the magic power of the castle to warm up and repair it. Although it will be a little slow, it might be possible."

"Just maybe?"

"I haven't tried it, of course it's just a possibility."

"No special spell, or..."

"Do you think any person who has split his soul has ever thought about fusing his soul back?"

“There’s no coming back, it’s crazy.”

"You're part of the madness."

"..."

Voldemort was speechless.

The fusion of Horcruxes was much more difficult than he thought. It seemed that his future plans were about to change.

"He's back." The green figure said suddenly.

"who?"

"Your principal."

"You know this as well?"

"I have some authority over the castle, although not as much as your principal, but special enough."

"Goodbye then."

Voldemort turned around and left without saying a word.

He didn't want to be blocked by the principal at the door of the girls' bathroom, which would make him look like a pervert.

On the way back, he opened the Marauder's Map and after confirming that Dumbledore was in his principal's office, he quickly walked out.

The corridor on the second floor was quiet. After Voldemort allowed his body to recover, he walked back to his office gracefully.

He met no one along the way, which saved him some unnecessary trouble.

"What a magical night. I didn't expect that there was a wall hidden in the secret room that could communicate."

Back in the office, Voldemort couldn't help but think, "That wall can't be someone's Horcrux like my diary."

He guessed like this, completely forgetting about the green figure he had seen.

For the content he obtained, he only thought it was obtained from a wall - he even knew the location of that wall and had the appearance of that wall in his memory.

In fact, the secret room really has that wall, but it is just a wall.