Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Darkness, silence, chaos.

This is a world with nothing, and Voldemort sleeps in it.

He would occasionally wonder where he was, but the thought existed like a dream and could not wake him from his slumber.

Here, it seems that the concept of time and space does not exist. He does not know who he is or what time is.

Just like this, I didn't know how long it took before the light suddenly appeared.

…

Malfoy Manor, single-family building, basement.

"Quirrell, did the Dark Lord say how long this state needs to be maintained?" Malfoy asked Quirrell.

"No, we just need to wait." Quirrell glanced at Malfoy with an unkind look and said in a deep voice.

"Wait? You have no idea how much pain we have endured. Quirrell, give me some time." Old Crabbe roared.

"I really don't know, but if you decide to give up, I will give you a throat-cutting spell." Quirrell said coldly.

"Stop talking." Old Nott scolded, "Just wait quietly."

At this point, everyone finally stopped talking.

…

After the light suddenly appeared, my mind was still confused.

As far as he could see, he saw a world filled with strange light. Voldemort completely forgot who he was and didn't know where he was.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the world in front of me finally slowly became clear.

Occasionally, an old woman would appear, pick him up, and feed him, but most of the time, he was alone.

"He is too young to take care of."

"The director is already looking for someone to adopt him. He's a little kid, so he can find an adoptive family."

"Hey, he was also a miserable child. His mother said before she died that they were abandoned by the man named Riddle."

"I heard that he is still a very rich man. There is no good thing about a man, whether he has money or not, he is not a good thing."

Such words came from time to time. Voldemort could occasionally understand some of the content, but more often he couldn't understand anything.

This body was not under his control, as if it was controlled by another soul. He could only hide inside and watch everything silently.

He doesn't know when he will be able to remember the past and control his body... He sometimes thinks this way.

I don’t know how long it took, but his little body began to learn to speak. During this period, some people came to see him and even wanted to adopt him, but in the end there was no result.

After another period of time, Voldemort was estimated to be three months old, because he could already turn over on his own...

He turned over and over again. Although he couldn't remember who he heard it from, he remembered the truth.

Children began to appear next to him, both men and women, coming to his stroller from time to time and looking at him curiously.

"He's so little."

"I heard from the dean that babies can easily find adoptive families. Why is he still here?"

"Some people wanted it some time ago, but when someone spoke ill of the child behind his back, no one wanted him anymore."

"Who said that?"

"I don't know, but I heard it's not the dean and the others."

"That means one of us orphans said something bad."

The children's discussion let Voldemort know that he was in an orphanage.

Moreover, it is an orphanage with bad children.

But he didn't care about this. He couldn't even control his body. He was just a spectator, so why should he care about all this.

Soon, the time came to six months because he could already sit up.

On this day, he suddenly awakened an ability:

Psychic perception.

Although this ability is still not under his control, when another soul uses it, he can also feel the effects of this ability:

Perceive the good and bad intentions of others.

Through this ability and the information he heard, Voldemort was sure of one thing - there were no good people in this orphanage.

Children came to look after him just to get a small piece of bread or toffee from the staff as a reward.

The staff had no good intentions in taking care of him. They just did their jobs numbly, and if they complained, every staff member would say so.

After a while, he began to crawl, but it was not easy - severe malnutrition made him weak.

Some of the children who were looking after him would take pleasure in waking him up while he was sleeping, making him crawl, then kicking him down and letting him crawl again.

No child has ever stopped such behavior, and even some staff members will only watch coldly from the sidelines, or laugh along with the children.

There was even a child who would secretly drink most of his bottle of milk while feeding him. If he dared to howl, those people would beat him.

What he saw filled Voldemort's heart with resentment.

He even thought that if one day he could control his body, even if he could crawl, he would escape from here and come back one day...

Unfortunately, this body was never controlled by him, and the other soul...

He was still too young and knew nothing about the outside world. Faced with the surging malice and violence, he instinctively chose to succumb.

Such a child will only become a coward when he grows up... Voldemort sometimes thinks this way.

Time flies, and my frail body can finally stand up one day.

Also on this day, another change occurred:

Several children came to feed him. They would alternately take a sip, and then give him another drink. They would take turns in this way, and not much could reach his mouth.

The body that had gained some strength was controlled by another soul, and stood up tremblingly, staggering to get the milk.

"He'll be gone."

A child said in surprise, then kicked him.

"Ah~"

He fell to the ground, let out a short cry, then tried to stand up again and walked to his bottle.

"He's so persistent."

The child holding the bottle said, taking a gulp of milk, and then threw the bottle to the other child before he staggered over.

"Here, here, if you can come over, I will give you a drink." said the child who caught the bottle.

The small body tried hard to hold on to the handrail and walked forward, twisting and turning, and kept falling down, but the hungry stomach still allowed the other soul to follow the instinct and move forward.

"Bang."

As soon as he got the bottle, the child kicked him hard, causing him to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Voldemort felt the anger of another soul - the childish, pure, and malicious anger that the other soul felt from other people.

The body suddenly stood up and a strange sound came out of his mouth...

"Hiss~~~"

Voldemort understood this, he was saying "eat you".

The children were shocked. They didn't expect that this toddler who had just learned to walk could actually make animal sounds.

And, it still sounds so scary.

For the first time, another soul feels the emotion of fear coming from someone else.

"Giggle~~Giggle~~~"

After feeling that others were afraid of itself, the other soul laughed happily and ran towards the bottle again.

He felt that those people would give him the bottle because he would give in when he was scared.

but……

"Snapped."

Suddenly a mouth came and fanned the young body around.

The other soul looked at the child who suddenly became violent in front of him with confusion, fear in his heart.

"My Fak."

The child holding the milk bottle said, and stepped forward to give him a slap on the head and face.

Voldemort was furious, but unfortunately he couldn't control his body, and the other soul was completely frightened.

At this moment, his vision went dark, and another soul and Voldemort fainted at the same time.