Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Lin Zuo didn't have a bad impression of Ron, except for the fact that he married Hermione.

Voldemort had no impression of Ron at all. This was the kind of person he ignored.

But now, this man suddenly burst into red flames that were even taller than Neville, which surprised Voldemort.

"It looks like we really need to talk to Trelawney."

Voldemort thought this and glanced at other locations.

He wanted to see the light on Harry, but unfortunately that person was not in the dormitory.

Not long after, Neville came back, picked up his sword and diary, and walked out of the door.

He looked like he was looking for a place to learn swordsmanship, but after walking around the castle, he couldn't find a suitable place.

He was laughed at quite a bit, and Voldemort really didn't know how he could endure it all.

Following the helpless Neville back to the dormitory, Ron was still here, playing chess with another roommate.

Seeing Neville coming back depressed, he laughed at Neville a few more times.

Neville didn't reply, but pouted and opened the diary:

Neville: There is no place to practice swordsmanship, there is no such course at Hogwarts.

Voldemort: As a diary for guiding swordsmanship, there is space to practice swordsmanship in it.

Neville: Where? ? ?

Judging from his expression, Neville was very surprised, and judging from Voldemort's spiritual perception, Neville was also full of expectations.

This child doesn't have many small thoughts in his heart, he is purely like a baby.

Voldemort: Lie on the bed and I'll guide you in.

Neville immediately ran onto the bed under Ron's surprised gaze, and then closed his eyes under Ron's sarcasm.

Voldemort felt the urgency in his soul, and after confirming again and again that he completely believed in himself, he slowly led his soul into the world of the diary.

"Where is this?" Neville asked in surprise.

"Hogwarts Knight Space." Voldemort gave a random name and pointed to the training ground he had just built, "Come on, kid, train here."

"Okay... okay, Magic Swordsman Mentor, can I call you that?" Neville said nervously.

"Just call me mentor. What's your name?" Voldemort asked knowingly.

"Neville Longbottom."

"Then I'll call you Neville from now on. Okay, let's go practice."

Neville nodded obediently, then walked to the training ground, picked up the sword on it, and started practicing seriously.

Voldemort stood aside, seemingly paying attention to his practice progress, but in fact he was thinking about everything about Neville.

This is a sad child.

His parents were tortured into a vegetative state by his own men, but that was not caused by his own instigation.

Death Eaters are full of lunatics who do things like this just to let off steam.

Voldemort himself felt that they were unreasonable, which would be one of the reasons why he would rectify the Death Eaters in the future.

In addition to losing the guidance of his parents when he was a baby, Neville's strong grandmother also caused him a lot of harm.

In Lin Zuo's memory, Neville had considerable magical talent.

Not long after he was born, he used magic to wrap himself in a blanket, which meant that he had the ability to move objects similar to his own.

This also means that Neville has strong mental power.

Such a person once fell into the situation of being a squib, and his magic ability was not outstanding in school. He was even in the second grade and was not as good as some first-year students.

where is the problem?

Voldemort easily thought of his mother.

Neville should be like his mother, who lost the ability to use magic due to pressure.

His mother's pressure came from her mother's crazy father, and Neville's pressure came from his strong-willed grandmother.

"How can we awaken his magical talent?" Voldemort frowned and thought.

"Teacher, isn't it my move?"

While dancing the sword, Neville stopped and asked when he saw Voldemort frowning.

"Neville, do you know the difference between a magic swordsman and an ordinary swordsman?"

Neville was stunned by Voldemort's words. Then he blushed, lowered his head and asked, "Is it magic, mentor?"

"Yes, Neville, do you think you can't learn magic?"

"Yes, Master, they all say I don't deserve to be in Hogwarts or Gryffindor."

Voldemort nodded, he had just seen how those people treated him.

"Why don't you resist?" Voldemort suddenly felt that he had found a way.

"Resist?" Neville raised his head and asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Voldemort stretched out his hand, and a sword flew into his hand, "You have good swordsmanship, don't you?"

In fact, Neville's swordsmanship has nothing to do with being good.

But at least he had practiced it and used it against children in the same grade, so it wouldn't be a big problem.

"But, they didn't say..."

"Snapped."

Voldemort suddenly struck Neville's chest with his sheathed sword, which made his words stop abruptly.

"No one can humiliate a swordsman. Neville, raise your weapon."

Neville raised his sword, but he hesitated because his sword was sheathed.

"Attack me, Neville, and imagine that I am the one who has humiliated you."

Voldemort sidestepped around Neville, a step he had learned from his close combat skills.

"My sword has no scabbard, guide..."

"Pah, pah."

Voldemort took the initiative, separated the long sword in Neville's hand, and hit him on the neck with the sheathed sword.

"Attack, Neville, don't talk."

Neville rubbed his neck and finally raised his sword. Then he tried to attack, but he still hesitated because there was no scabbard.

Voldemort had no choice but to replace him with a cutting sword.

The two began to compete, and Voldemort, who had been trained in close combat, was certainly not something Neville could defeat.

"Snapped."

"Stand up, Neville, is that all you have?"

"Snapped."

"Don't blink, even if the enemy's sharp blade has pierced your eyelids, don't do that."

"Snapped."

"Watch your steps, and take the initiative."

In battle after battle, Neville was repeatedly defeated.

But he was a tough kid, he never cried out in pain, he just stood up silently and continued to attack.

"Well done, Neville, keep going."

Voldemort encouraged him and attacked again and again.

I have to say that Neville does have some talent in this area.

He rarely falls in the same place twice and has a good sense of space.

The former allowed him to quickly adapt to Voldemort's attacks, while the latter made every attack he made appear very cunning.

The two fought on and off for three hours at the training ground before finally ending the fight at Voldemort's call.

"That's it for today, Neville. You can't stay in this training ground for too long."

If the soul enters the diary for too long, it will indeed be harmful. Even if Ginny enters here, Voldemort will control time.

"Okay, mentor, when can I come again?" Neville asked with anticipation in his eyes.

"Tomorrow night, Neville."

Voldemort glanced outside the diary and noticed Harry dragging his tired body into the dormitory.

"You can familiarize yourself with the fighting methods during the day, and I will guide you tomorrow night."

"I understand, mentor, thank you for your guidance." After Neville finished speaking, he scratched his head blankly and asked, "But how do I get out of here?"

Voldemort looked away from the outside, smiled and touched the little fat man's head.

"I'll help you out, Neville, come on!"

"I will, mentor."

Neville nodded vigorously and said, looking like a hard-working and well-behaved little fat guy.

This made Voldemort rub his head again. He really liked this young man.