Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"At Hogwarts."

The still young Dumbledore said: "We not only teach you to use magic, but also teach you to control magic... I believe you did it unintentionally... We must not tolerate... the Ministry of Magic... punish the offenders... obey us law."

After Riddle promised Dumbledore that he would return those toys, the next minute or so was filled with endless lectures.

He first tolerantly expressed his belief in himself, and then used the school's rules and the laws of the Ministry of Magic to intimidate himself.

Yes, in Riddle's opinion, this was intimidation, no different from the fists shown by those big kids.

law?

He had never seen Law enter the Wu Orphanage.

There are only rules here, rules above the light and rules under the darkness.

Following these two rules and using his abilities, he got to where he is now.

He firmly believed that he could do the same in another place.

So, he nodded and said, "Understood, sir."

After answering, Riddle put away his stolen goods expressionlessly, then turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I do not have money."

He said it without any politeness, and he didn't feel he needed to be polite.

Since you have found me and want me to abide by the rules, it is your responsibility to pay for it.

Dumbledore did not disappoint.

He took out his leather wallet and told him that Hogwarts had a fund to support poor children like them, and also suggested that he buy second-hand books.

In the end, he had to take Riddle with him to buy it.

But Riddle refused.

He hates having a "rule" around him, it makes him uncomfortable.

Moreover, he prefers to act alone.

While explaining the route, the tall professor in front of him made a joke with him that he thought was very interesting:

"Ask about Tom the barkeeper - easy to remember, same name as you."

This made Riddle wave his hand angrily, trying to drive the name away.

"You don't like the name 'Tom'?"

The professor asked, but Riddle did not give the answer he had in mind.

In fact, he liked the name.

Not all children in the orphanage have first and last names.

He had been proud of this, and he had also thought that his father, who had the same name as him, would be as magical as him and would come to pick him up.

But, no.

He had been waiting for the light in the darkness, but until he tore the darkness apart and fell deeply into it, all he was waiting for was a "rule."

Tom?

Sometimes he would think angrily: Let this name go to hell with my damn father.

"Too many people are called 'Tom'."

He managed to say something, but then he couldn't help but be curious about his father.

After all, that was his only relative. Maybe there was a last resort reason why he didn't come, so he still asked: "Is my father a wizard? They told me that his name is also Tom Riddle."

"sorry, I do not know."

The professor's voice in front of him became gentler, which made Riddle feel better, and he also had the desire to express himself - after all, Riddle was still an eleven-year-old child.

"My mother can't be magic, otherwise she wouldn't die." Riddle guessed, "It must be my father..."

He wanted to say more, but thought about it and held back.

That person hadn't come back for many years, and he was still angry about it after all.

He began to change the subject abruptly and asked how to get to Hogwarts after shopping.

The tall professor patiently explained to him, which made his heart soften a little.

"I can talk to snakes," he asked. "Is this normal for a wizard?"

He wanted to get more recognition, even praise, because he felt he was extraordinary, but he didn't get it.

"It's rare," the tall man hesitated, then said casually, "but it's not unheard of."

Riddle's heart became cold again. Hesitation, casualness, and very contradictory expressions could not escape Riddle's sensitive heart.

The person in front of him was lying. Even if telepathy didn't work, he could tell it based on experience alone.

He began to stare at the other person, hoping that the other person would tell the truth.

After all, a person who has been following the rules for a long time will never break the rules himself.

Yes, no, the other person just stared at him, as if he was the one who made the mistake.

Well, he completely understood that it was also an unruly world.

Riddle took the initiative to look away, and the other party said goodbye and left, and the exchange ended.

Later, Mrs. Cole wanted him to leave earlier, but he refused.

Even in Diagon Alley, he suppressed his desire and did not rush there in a hurry.

He first fulfilled his agreement with the professor, returned the items, and then borrowed a decent-looking piece of clothing before entering another world.

Diagon Alley is really a magical place, and it opened his eyes.

But he was not interested in those candy shops and Quidditch boutiques that were crowded with children.

The first place he went to was Ollivander's Wand Shop, where he got his own wand:

Yew, thirteen and a half inches long, phoenix feather core.

Riddle loved this wand so much that he never let it leave his hands for more than ten seconds the entire afternoon he wandered around Diagon Alley.

Besides the wand, his favorite thing is the magic book.

He spent the longest time in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. In order to buy more second-hand books, he even only bought a tattered wizard robe. He didn't dare to take a second look at the ice cream that made him swallow. .

At night, he returned to his room with a thick stack of books and filled the bookshelves with them.

And the next day, he stayed up all night reading them - but he never tried magic, because he followed any established rules.

The days began to pass quickly. Before September 1st, he read and wrote down all the contents in the textbooks.

In addition, he also read some stories about wizards from those tattered second-hand miscellaneous books.

That's not a wonderful world.

Those second-hand travelogues are full of cruelty and tragedy, as well as terrifying vampires, werewolves and dementors.

Moreover, he could see from these books that the wizarding world looked down upon Muggles, and they even refused to communicate with Muggles.

Of course, these are not what excites him the most.

What excites him most is that he discovered something that wizards are afraid of. They call it - black magic.

Full of murderous intent, rooted in evil thoughts, like those big children's fists, shining with the power of "rules".

"Master them, and you master the power of the wizarding world."

On the last night before departure, Riddle fell asleep murmuring with excitement.

In his sleep, he became a powerful wizard who could use black magic. Countless wizards, like the children in Wu's orphanage, feared him, respected him, and worshiped him.

He stood on the top of the mountain, facing the howling mountain wind, raised his wand, and cast a shocking magic.

In front of the yew wand, the grand magic spell is so magnificent and magical.

Late at night, Riddle smiled in his sleep and hugged the wand in his arms tightly.

All the dialogues in this paragraph are excerpted from the original work, but from different perspectives, resulting in different perceptions.

Being paranoid about original works will definitely constrain my imagination, but if I had such a magnificent imagination, I think I would write original works.

I hope this bondage doesn't make you look bored.