Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Riddle has three major talents: Parseltongue, teleportation, and Legilimency.

Voldemort has always believed this and has solid evidence.

In the memory of traveler Lin Zuo, there is a clear record of what Riddle said to Dumbledore in the orphanage. He said this at the time:

I can make things move - move things through the air - without touching them with my hands.

I can make animals listen to me without training - Parseltongue.

He also tried to order Dumbledore around, which was obviously not the first time he had done this.

As for the magic that can command others, the Imperius Curse is undoubtedly the first, but he obviously does not have this ability - otherwise, at the age of eleven, he would not be still condescending to an orphanage.

In addition to the soul-stealing curse, the memory curse can also be used, but this is also a very advanced and powerful magic, and it is still excluded.

Of the last remaining magic spells, Legilimency is the most suitable.

By peeking into the inner world of others, he tried to influence and command others, which was also consistent with his later behavior.

But now it seems that Voldemort was wrong.

Riddle was not born a Legilimency, but had another talent: telepathy.

By applying this talent to Legilimency, it is of course easy to become a master of Legilimency - Legilimency itself requires following the other person's emotional fluctuations to awaken their related emotions and memories.

The talent was obtained. Although it was different from what he had imagined, Voldemort was quite satisfied. He felt that this talent still had great potential.

However, more than ten days after the Seven Snakes Ceremony ended, he had little time to study this talent.

The fundamental reason is that Voldemort's method of merging souls is too violent - he can't find the relevant magic and can only use this method.

Through forceful intrusion, empathy, and finally relying on the remnant soul of the same root to extract a part of Riddle's soul, this approach is quite rough.

It must have hurt Riddle a lot, but Voldemort was in no mood to consider his feelings.

Just letting the stolen soul smoothly integrate into his own soul has exhausted most of his energy. He doesn't even have time to study his talent, let alone sympathize with Riddle.

not to mention……

The remnant soul itself did not sympathize with its younger self, and Voldemort was even less concerned.

In the past ten days, in addition to meditating to let the newly drawn souls integrate into his own soul, Voldemort also studied the Dark Mark.

It's not that he is idle, but because he discovered that the magic of the Dark Mark draws on the ritual of the Seven Serpents and is closely related to the soul. If Voldemort does not die, the mark will not disappear, which has already proven the soul characteristics of magic.

Voldemort tried to peek into the secrets of the soul and accelerate the fusion of souls.

"The soul mark cannot be removed, Lucius. I think this research can be concluded."

Voldemort pulled down Lucius's sleeves and covered the skull mark with the spitting snake. He shook his head and said - the mark is just a reflection of the soul, which can be understood as an application of "giving soul to magic", which is not what he needs. of.

"Okay, Dark Lord, it doesn't matter if you keep it. I have been cleared of suspicion from the Ministry of Magic." Lucius said indifferently, but Voldemort could feel the regret in his mood.

Of course, it’s hard to say that I’m studying the Dark Mark just for myself.

Voldemort's public statement was to remove the mark for them so that they could hide their identities.

Now the result was not very good. Lucius was indifferent on the surface but regretful in his heart. Voldemort didn't think there was a problem and just waved his hand to let him leave.

After pondering alone in the small building for a while, Voldemort sighed helplessly.

It has been almost half a month now, and the soul fusion process has not even reached one-third.

This is the cleanest and purest part of Riddle's soul.

If this part of the soul needs to be fused on a monthly basis, then the remaining part... Voldemort will not be able to fuse all the souls in the diary within a few years.

"Method, method, method..."

Voldemort tapped his nails on the desk, frowning and murmuring.

He needs a way to speed up the fusion of souls, otherwise the resurrection plan, the revival plan... everything will need to be pushed back continuously.

"There is a way in the Chamber of Secrets, just go back to Hogwarts..."

Voldemort couldn't help but trembled. Now in his eyes, Dumbledore was simply a super boss, and he really didn't want to be in the same place with him anymore.

only……

"Ling ring ring~~~"

"Ling ring ring~~~"

While he was thinking about it, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Voldemort frowned and picked up the phone in confusion - who would be looking for him at this hour?

"Who?" Voldemort asked.

"I am... Albus Dumbledore... Is Mr. Tom Riddle here?" Old Bee's voice came from the other end of the phone.

While he was speaking, there seemed to be a voice commanding from the side:

Don't move, otherwise the other party can't hear you clearly... Yes, just say it here, yes, into the microphone...

"Not here."

Voldemort rolled his eyes and hung up the phone - damn, the ghost was still there.

"Ling ring ring~~~"

"Ling ring ring~~~"

The phone rang again. Voldemort frowned and looked over, but did not move for a long time.

He really doesn't want to chat with this person anymore. If possible, blocking each other is the best result - don't ask for the reason, just ask because you loved him.

But the phone rang over and over again, which finally made him uncomfortable. As for unplugging the phone line...

"Who?" Voldemort said impatiently.

"Hello, I am Albus Dumbledore. Please help me find Tom, Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's voice came again, sounding polite.

"I am, Albus, are you making harassing calls?" Voldemort asked dissatisfied.

"Are you Tom?"

The voice on the other end of the phone became distant again, and then he heard Dumbledore asking someone why the voice sounded wrong, and the person explained that the phone caused the voice to change and so on...

"Albus, if there's nothing wrong with you, I'll hang up."

Voldemort said loudly - he wanted to make sure Dumbledore could hear him on the other end of the phone.

"Here I am, Tom. I rarely use this thing, so..."

"You have something to say, Albus. I don't have time to talk on the phone with you."

"Uh, okay, I just want to ask, what are your plans next, like the Riddle Consortium." Dumbledore said with a bit of surprise in his voice, "I have to say, your consortium has done a lot. big."

"Are you at Porchis' place?" Voldemort asked, but there was not much surprise in his voice.

"Yes, I know all this through Dursley."

There was actually some pride in Dumbledore's voice, and Voldemort's whole body was shaken by the wind...

What's there to be proud of?

"I left two sets of suits at Porchis' place. Albus, they are for you. Times have changed. Although your old clothes are very gentlemanly, the styles are too old."

After Voldemort finished speaking, there was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time.

"Tom, aren't you afraid?" Dumbledore finally asked.

"What are you afraid of? Albus." Voldemort frowned and asked, "Can you use the Death Curse?"