Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Bang, bang."

Voldemort hit his chest hard twice and pointed at Hagrid, "Auld Lang Syne, Hagrid."

Hagrid felt like he had done something wrong, especially under Dumbledore's gaze.

But looking at Quirrell's familiar face, he really couldn't connect this person with his evil senior...

The kind-hearted Hagrid is still too naive - judging people by their appearance is also a bad habit.

"Go and guard downstairs, Hagrid. Leave this to me." Dumbledore said, resolving Hagrid's embarrassment.

After all, the way he looked like he wanted to take action but was hesitant at the same time was really uncomfortable.

"Okay, Principal."

Hagrid said apologetically, looked back at Voldemort deeply, and then strode away.

Voldemort watched him leave with a smile, and there was no trace of anxiety in his expression - since he had reached the eighth floor, there was no reason why he couldn't leave.

"I've always wondered why you ran away here, Tom."

Dumbledore came to the corridor on the eighth floor and stared at Voldemort who was slowly retreating. "Now, can you tell me the reason?"

"I want to duel you, Albus. This idea has been swirling in my mind for a year." Voldemort gasped, trying to adjust his breathing to calm himself down.

"Duel?" Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort with confusion in his eyes, "In this state?"

"Originally I was thinking of doing it later, Albus, but I've changed my mind now and I want to give it a try."

As Voldemort spoke, he gently moved his wand in front of him, and a purple-gold repair spell with the characteristics of time and space appeared in front of him.

Dumbledore was not in a hurry to act, but looked at Voldemort's actions with some doubts in his eyes - has this student of mine gone crazy again?

Voldemort didn't explain anything, he just kept casting the repairing spell until the purple-gold light in front of him became extremely bright - he poured almost all the remaining magic power in his body into this repairing spell.

"I have no interest in competing with you for the Restoration Spell, Tom. Although I admire your specialization in magic, now is not the time." Dumbledore said.

"Don't use the power of the castle, just use your own power to duel with me. How about we give it a try?" Voldemort looked away from the repair spell and looked at Dumbledore and asked.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, nodded, raised his wand diagonally, twisted it downwards, then brought it to his chest, and bowed slightly - this was duel etiquette.

A smile broke out on Voldemort's face, then he stopped smiling and returned the greeting seriously.

"I will try my best to control my magic power and avoid losing my strength," Dumbledore said. "Of course, I will definitely not hold back my strength in the end, you understand."

"Thank you very much already, Albus."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward, and his entire face was immersed in the shining purple-gold curse.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort in confusion. He didn't understand the meaning of Voldemort's actions.

"Hmm~~~"

Voldemort took a long breath, and the purple-gold magic spell followed his nostrils and entered his body, which made him shiver with pleasure and let out a soft and perverted "Ah~~".

"How to maximize Porto, Albus, I have been thinking about it for a long time."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, and he saw a purple-gold light flashing across Voldemort's body.

"Until one day, I thought... why not turn into a magic spell?"

As Voldemort spoke, he raised his right hand - the hand kept changing, with a large bone joint appearing for a while, and half of it disappearing for a while.

"Give magic a soul, give magic thoughts, give magic emotions... those are the choices of the gifted. People with mediocre qualifications like me... can only give magic a body."

"You are too self-effacing."

Dumbledore frowned and said - he thought the scene in front of him was too weird. He even thought that Voldemort had embarked on another evil path.

"There will be talent." Voldemort said with a smile, his whole body became distorted, "but before that, I still don't want to be too ordinary."

Dumbledore did not speak, but pointed at the relief on the side with his wand, and the relief immediately jumped down and rushed towards Voldemort.

"If I accidentally damaged your body, Quirrell, I want to apologize to you first."

Voldemort said, standing up and rushing towards the relief.

Dumbledore didn't use other magic or create more reliefs. He was paying attention to Voldemort. This was just a test.

Voldemort collided with the relief, but at the moment of contact, most of his body flashed with purple-gold light and disappeared, passing directly through the relief, and then appeared again.

Arriving behind the relief in an instant, Voldemort twisted around and grabbed the relief's head, then twisted his arms from the shoulders, transmitting power to his elbows and palms like a mechanical dance.

"Snapped."

The palm downwards creates a wave that is invisible to the naked eye, and the wave only contains extremely weak magic power.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. He recognized the wave as Potato, but such weak magic power...

Magic power determines the power of magic. Every wizard knows this. He does not think that such weak magic power can have any effect.

However, the reality was completely different from what he imagined. The fluctuations spread downwards and instantly shattered the entire relief.

"How did you do it?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"If you don't experience it yourself, Albus, you have no idea what kind of world this is." Voldemort turned to look at Dumbledore and said.

His eyes were a little hollow, or, more specifically, the world in his eyes was different...

At this time, everything visible to the naked eye is floating with a faint wave pattern, which is the inherent compound sine wave of each item.

The meaning of repairing mantra wave diagrams is to find these wave diagrams and control them through emotions - to find the most intact wave diagram points.

And when Voldemort turned himself into a repair spell wave, he gained the ability to see all this.

More than that, he even felt that he had the ability to change everything.

"I don't think I should have such an opportunity to experience it, right?" Dumbledore said, "This is only possible if the spell has the characteristics of time and space. Tom, Porto is really suitable for you."

Voldemort nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore's statement.

Indeed, had it not been for the [Lin Zuo Moment], the curse would have existed in the world forever, and he would not have been able to do all this - if he used the repairing spell Botu on himself, he would only get the golden body of Botu instead of merging with it. .

Voldemort has wanted to try this idea for more than a day or two, but he has never dared to do it. Today is also his first time, and it seems to work surprisingly well.

"You can't use other magic at all in this state, right, Tom?"

Dumbledore pointed out the weakness of this state in one word, and he was always able to sensitively seize any loopholes.

"Indeed, Albus, but in this state, can you prevent me from leaving?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore frowned, lost in thought.