Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

If Neville's light was like a firefly, then Ron's light was like a flashlight.

As for Harry, the light on his body even gave Voldemort a dazzling feeling.

Beyond the dazzling light film, the flames hit the ceiling of the dormitory with great intensity.

This really shocked Voldemort.

"If you take some time, be sure to ask Trelawney."

Voldemort thought and quickly looked away.

He couldn't help but not do this, because Harry's eyes actually looked at his original body - the diary.

This was the first time someone noticed something strange about the diary, but fortunately, the tired Harry didn't show any more curiosity.

Night had fallen long ago, and it was already very late when Harry came back.

Ron chatted with him for a few words, then they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Voldemort had no intention of peeking at Harry anymore. He was tired from integrating the world of Holy Light into his soul, so he decided to go to the Professor's office to sleep one night.

As his consciousness gradually sank into darkness, Voldemort's body slowly transformed into a soul in the world of the diary.

Late at night, Voldemort's soul trembled, and he felt a violent aura coming towards him.

In the dormitory, Harry, who was sleeping, suddenly frowned, and a dream flashed through his consciousness:

Godric's Hollow, Potter's house.

"Jiejiejie~~~"

Horrible laughter sounded, and Harry saw a woman running in the room in panic.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him -"

There were shouts from downstairs, and Harry in the dream was extremely nervous. He didn't know what was happening.

The woman in front of her looked even more panicked. She once wanted to pick herself up, but then turned around and ran towards the door.

"Avada Kedavra~~"

A voice came from downstairs, and green light flashed outside the crack of the door.

The woman in front of him trembled. She was so frightened that she froze in place, but quickly turned around and hugged Harry.

"Bang."

The door was knocked open, and a vague figure appeared in the room, raising a wand.

The woman placed Harry in the cradle and opened her hands to block the figure.

The two men refused to give in, and Harry was frightened. He wanted to persuade the two of them not to quarrel, but he couldn't.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the room - suddenly, like an apparition.

"Who are you?"

The wand pointed at the woman in front of Harry moved sideways to point at the person who suddenly appeared.

Harry's eyes also looked at the man who suddenly appeared. He looked like a teenager, like a senior student at Hogwarts.

"here it is……"

The man's voice was calm and hesitant. He glanced around the room and finally landed on the most ferocious figure. "Can you let him sleep?"

Harry shuddered as he noticed the man looking at him.

The violent figure was silent for a moment, and then a magic spell hit Harry's body.

In the dormitory, Harry shivered violently, and then fainted in his sleep.

"Why are you here?" the violent figure asked, not caring about the woman standing aside, "Where is this?"

"Dreamland."

Voldemort, who was involved in the dream, said, "Let Lily faint too, otherwise the subconscious will tell Harry about our conversation."

"We?" the tyrannical figure asked dissatisfiedly, looking at Voldemort with disdain, "You are just my soul..."

"Knock her out first, you idiot." Voldemort interrupted with an angry roar.

"Whoosh."

After a green light and shadow, Lily died in this dream.

"Give me an explanation." the violent figure asked.

Voldemort did not answer him, but stared at his ugly self, frowning.

This is another piece of his soul, the soul lost in Harry.

He shouldn't be called a Horcrux because he lacks the magical reinforcement of [Soul-eating Immortality].

To be precise, he is just a fragment of his soul, and the most brutal part of his soul.

"call."

The wand was raised again and pointed at Voldemort. It was obvious that the man opposite him was not calm.

Voldemort took a step forward and reached out to touch the wand:

Thirteen and one-half inches, yew, phoenix feathers.

"Answer my question, Horcrux, why are you here?"

The violent soul was dissatisfied and used the wand to open Voldemort's hand, but the wand just passed through Voldemort's hand.

"This is a dream, Riddle."

Voldemort looked at his illusory palm and said, "It's just a ray of my consciousness that entered here, just like... Legilimency."

"Don't call me Riddle."

The brutal soul roared and hit Voldemort with a killing curse.

"Uh-huh."

The spell passed through him without causing any harm to him.

"You are dead, Riddle, and you must accept this."

As Voldemort said, he suddenly heard footsteps downstairs. He turned around and saw that it was Snape.

He hurriedly ran in, as if he couldn't see the two figures at all, picked up Lily's body, and cried loudly.

Voldemort frowned and looked down at Snape.

Although Lin Zuo learned about Snape's love for Lily from Lin Zuo's memory, to be honest, he didn't particularly understand it.

But at this moment...

"Stand up, Snape, what are you doing?"

The violent soul spoke, and then cast another Cruciatus Curse, but it still had no effect.

"Aren't you aware of your own death?"

Voldemort looked at him and asked, "Are you in a ghost state?"

The violent soul looked at Voldemort, the brows on his ugly face were raised, and he was reflecting.

"who I am?"

he asked, looking at Voldemort.

"In Godric's Hollow, we killed Harry Potter's parents, and then when we were killing Harry... the killing curse rebounded, and you were habitually made into a part of the Horcrux, just a part. "

Voldemort opened his mouth to explain.

"Am I a Horcrux?"

After the violent soul finished speaking, he burst out laughing and said, "Riddle, you are the Horcrux. I made you in the fifth grade. Look at your appearance..."

Voldemort rubbed his brow, feeling that he could not convince this soul.

"If you don't come out, then think about how many times you killed Lily. When you figure it out, contact me at any time."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he glanced at Snape, who was covering his mouth and crying, and then voluntarily exited the dream and let this ray of consciousness return to the notebook.

The violent soul who was stunned on the spot, after thinking for a moment, raised his wand again and used the magic spell to hit Snape.

But the result remained the same, he couldn't hurt Snape.

If he were the owner of this memory, or his soul was stronger, he could do it.

But obviously, he could not meet any of these conditions.

"who I am?"

The violent soul roared and asked.

Unfortunately, Voldemort, who had already left, obviously would not answer him again.

And other people in the dream can't give the answer.