Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The sun shines through the clouds, slanting across the Hogwarts lawn.

Voldemort slowly landed on the ground, looked down at the Fengya wizard robe on his body, and touched his face curiously...

Judging from the touch, it is the image of Lin Zuo, but there are also some changes - the eye sockets are deeper and the bridge of the nose is higher.

"Tom, how about we come out and talk?" Voldemort called in the direction of the castle, but received no answer.

Another self, avoiding him.

"You are sixteen years old, Tom, there is no need to hide and seek." Voldemort shouted as he walked into the castle.

There was no figure he was looking for in the hall. Voldemort first went to the Slytherin lounge in the basement, but there was no one there either.

All the way up, there is the Dark Magic Defense Classroom on the second floor, the Dark Magic Defense Office on the third floor, and the prize showroom on the fourth floor...

He searched layer by layer, even looking in the secret room, but there was no sign of his sixteen-year-old self. He didn't smile until he reached the door of the principal's office.

"You are so naughty, Tom." Voldemort said with a smile, "Open the door, I don't want to destroy everything you have worked so hard to build."

"boom."

The stone statue jumped away, a spiral staircase appeared, and Voldemort climbed up the stairs.

"I prefer others to call me Voldemort, but for the sake of distinction, let's call me Riddle for now." Shang's childish voice came from upstairs.

Voldemort chuckled and walked into the office. He saw his sixteen-year-old self sitting behind the desk - Riddle looked surprised when he saw Voldemort. He obviously didn't understand why "he" had changed.

"Do you have any doubts, Riddle?" Voldemort asked knowingly.

He smoothed away the seven streaks of black and silver mist behind him, and then sat at the desk - it felt like he had really returned to Hogwarts, but the person sitting opposite him was no longer the old man he was familiar with.

"How did you become like this?" Riddle asked with a frown, and then stood up warily, "Who are you?"

"Voldemort, you can call me that." Voldemort waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

Riddle did not obey his orders, his handsome face was looking at Voldemort seriously.

"You are not me." He said solemnly.

"You think so?" Voldemort said without paying much attention, "Maybe we have different ideas, Riddle."

"Who are you?" Riddle asked.

"I am you, Riddle, and you have to accept this fact."

The "not caring" on Voldemort's face disappeared, and he said in a deep voice, "I was injured, and too many Horcruxes were separated. Now I have no choice but to take back some of them. I think you understand what I mean."

Riddle's eyes shrank and he didn't speak for a long time.

Of course he understood what Voldemort meant, but before discussing the issue of soul fusion, he first had to determine who the soul in front of him was.

"I think you should explain it to me in more detail." Riddle finally spoke, and after saying this, he sat in front of Voldemort.

He was very serious, trying hard to show authority on his stern face, as if he wanted to firmly hold the initiative in his hands.

This made Voldemort frown in dissatisfaction.

"Riddle, did you make a mistake?" Voldemort asked.

Riddle raised his brows and motioned for Voldemort to speak - this action completely made Voldemort lose his patience.

"Riddle, not everyone sitting behind this desk is Dumbledore."

Voldemort said, swinging his right hand, a wand appeared out of thin air, and then a ray of light shot at Riddle.

"You're looking for death."

Riddle roared and raised his wand - yew, thirteen inches, phoenix feather - in reply.

The two rays of light collided together instantly, and then each extended backwards, forming a bright magical light between the two wands.

"If you are really me, if your soul split into two many times after that, why do you think you can beat me?"

Riddle asked angrily, swinging his wand so that the light in front of it pointed towards Voldemort.

Voldemort was not as excited as him. After all, it was not himself who was afraid.

He curiously looked at the connected light, which contained the power of the soul. Part of it belonged to his sixteen-year-old self, and the other part belonged to the combination of Lin Zuo and the residual soul.

The two are like goring cattle, fighting each other, but there is no devouring relationship, and it is difficult for each other to cause harm to the other - won't the fight between souls of the same origin harm the soul?

Voldemort still remembers the ten-year battle between Lin Zuo and Remnant Soul, but the fight was inseparable and dripping with blood.

If he uses the Darkest Hour, he might be able to devour him... Voldemort couldn't help but move his eyes down, and the gray [Darkest Hour] was right there.

This idea was quickly ruled out. The damage to the remnant soul was serious. Except for a small part caused by Lin Zuo's soul, most of it came from this skill.

If you end up with a broken soul, or even a soul that has lost its talent, it will really be more of a loss than a gain.

"Fortunately, I was prepared." Voldemort said.

Riddle on the opposite side looked stunned, not understanding what Voldemort meant, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the seven streaks of black and silver mist behind Voldemort.

"Death Eaters, I need your power..."

Voldemort murmured, and then suddenly pulled seven pillars of mist - outside the diary, seven Death Eaters screamed in pain at the same time, while Quirrell held the wand and glanced at everyone seriously.

The seven mist suddenly became much thicker. Voldemort pulled them forward and threw them, and under the control of his thoughts, tied them directly to Riddle.

At the same time, Voldemort himself used more soul power to press against Riddle.

Riddle himself is not a complete soul. As long as Voldemort is given enough time, he can suppress him.

With the help of seven mist pillars, Riddle instantly lost his resistance and was tied up by Voldemort.

"Horcruxes have no way of merging souls into one. Voldemort, what on earth are you going to do?" Riddle asked angrily.

He is now bound from head to toe by seven mist pillars, like a human stick.

Voldemort did not answer his question, but turned and walked towards the door of the principal's office, while Riddle, who was wrapped in a stick, followed behind him.

The two walked toward a bathroom. Voldemort opened the secret room here and took Riddle in.

"I know that there is no way to restore the soul in the method of making Horcruxes."

Positioning Riddle in front of and behind the Slytherin statue, Voldemort said, "But I will find a way to reunite us, Riddle. It's time to go home."

As he spoke, the wand slammed into Riddle's forehead. At the same time, the soul burst out and penetrated into Riddle's body.

"Ah~~~"

Riddle yelled in pain and then fainted.

In the silent chamber, there were only seven swaying mist, which showed that the world had changed.