Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"No one has ever truly understood these eyes, Neville, except Moses."

Trelawney said this to Voldemort when he asked him what the eyes were for before he left the North Tower.

"But all the prophets, including my ancestors, believe that it was with these eyes that Moses led his people out of ancient Greece."

"Neville, you may very well become the greatest prophet of our time."

With this answer, Voldemort walked out of the divination classroom.

"I don't have such ability, right?"

As soon as he walked out of the classroom, Neville asked Voldemort.

"Yes, you don't, Neville, that is my ability." Voldemort touched his right eye and said to Neville in his mind.

The red pupil in the right eye has disappeared, but the vision seems to have been affected, and the world seen in this eye has become very blurry.

"You're not a magic swordsman instructor, right?" Neville's voice came again.

Voldemort paused, thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I am not."

"Who are you?"

"Be brave, Neville."

Voldemort raised his hand and said, and then asked in his mind, "Do you know who I am now?"

"Professor Quirrell?" Neville asked in surprise.

"That's just an identity of mine, Neville. I don't have a body of my own at the moment."

"But it's you Professor Quirrell, right?"

"I was indeed the one teaching you last year, so what you said is correct."

"Did you come back specifically to guide me?"

Neville's voice sounded a little excited, which made Voldemort think that the child was stupid and innocent.

"No, I have some other things to do, and you happened to pick up the diary that contains my soul."

Voldemort said, patting the diary he put in his pocket.

"Then what is your true identity? Can I know?" Neville's voice became less excited, even a little sad.

"Hey, Oblivion Curse patient, didn't you go to the library today?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of ridicule not far away. Voldemort looked over and saw a student whom he had no impression of.

"They were the ones who kicked the diary to me." Neville said in his mind, "I thought it was a diary that someone else dropped."

Voldemort shrugged, ignored those shouting in the distance, and said nothing to Neville.

"I still want to know your true identity." Neville said in his mind again, "Also, what do you mean you want to conquer me?"

Voldemort stopped, thought for a moment and said to Neville in his mind: "My original name was Tom Riddle."

"Uh... I've never heard of this name. Are you a Muggle wizard? Or a foreign wizard?" Neville asked doubtfully, "I don't remember that there is a wizard family named Riddle in England."

The Longbottom family is one of the few pure-blood families in the British wizarding world.

So far, their family has no record of intermarriage with Muggles or Muggle wizards, and they have mixed well in England.

Therefore, Neville has been in contact with all pure-blood families since he was a child, which is why he is so sure.

"Actually, I am not a pure-blood wizard, Neville. My father is a Muggle, and my mother comes from an ancient pure-blood family." Voldemort explained.

"Which family is it?" he asked curiously.

"Gaunt, I think you heard."

"Oh my God, it's the Gaunt family. Of course I've heard of it. They are famous in the wizarding world." Neville was surprised, "But I still haven't heard of your name."

"But I have another name that you must have heard of."

"what is it call?"

There was hope in Neville's words, but Voldemort was sure he wouldn't be happy to hear his name.

"Voldemort."

"Hiss~~~"

Even without his body, Neville's soul took a breath, and even Voldemort could feel his soul trembling.

"I...you're not...this is a joke, right?"

"No, Neville, I have nothing to fear, am I?" Voldemort asked.

Neville was silent, and Voldemort could feel his fear gradually disappearing, and his anger gradually taking over.

"Thinking of your parents?" Voldemort asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the soul thorn from Neville pierced Voldemort's soul fiercely.

But Voldemort was well prepared, and he perfectly deflected Neville's attack.

"I did not torture them, Neville, your parents." Voldemort said quickly, "I don't agree with that. It doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"They are Death Eaters, your lackeys." Neville roared in his mind.

"You have a dog, and if it bites someone, you will be sorry, right?" Voldemort asked.

There was still anger in Neville's soul, but he remained silent and did not speak.

"I'm willing to make amends for this..."

"You can't do anything. They have been sleeping in Ward 49 of St. Mungo's Hospital for eleven years. It's all your fault."

"Yeah, blame me, I was trying to make it up to them."

"Compensation?" Neville's voice was rare, full of sarcasm, "Teach me to become a magic swordsman and tame me to become a Death Eater as compensation?"

"That's not the case, Neville, I mean, I want them to wake up." Voldemort said his thoughts.

"Really?" Neville was stunned for a moment before asking in disbelief.

"I can't do it yet, but you know the repair spell I studied last year was very successful, right?"

Voldemort's tone was so sincere that he even used reverse telepathy to make Neville feel his sincerity.

"Can that wake them up?" Neville asked.

“It’s not possible yet, but I’ll try my best.”

After Voldemort finished speaking, without waiting for his refutation, he immediately said, "You know, the repair spell couldn't be applied to the body before, but now it can be done, with my efforts."

"I can't believe you. They all say you are a bad person." After Neville finished speaking, he added, "I also think you are a bad person."

"We've been together for two years, Neville, and I think you know what I'm like."

Voldemort said helplessly, "But you would rather believe the me that others say about me than the me you have seen for two years. Can you tell me why?"

"The things you did, killing Muggle wizards, and..."

"You are also a pure blood. The Longbottom family has been this way for generations, right?" Voldemort interrupted him and asked.

"But we don't kill Muggles," Neville said firmly.

"Have you ever seen me kill a Muggle?"

Neville was silent again. He had indeed never seen it in person.

"You are also a member of pure blood. I don't know why your family doesn't support me. I don't blame you. What I did before was indeed not good enough, but I still have the opportunity to do better, right?" Voldemort asked road.

"Everyone is afraid of you and will no longer trust you," Neville said.

"It's my fault that people are afraid of me, Neville, but that's certainly a way of being in the world. At least that way, no one will call me a patient of the Oblivion Curse."

After Voldemort said this, he clearly felt Neville's anger.

It's okay to be angry... Voldemort had a smile on his face.