Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"You're angry, Neville, don't you want to do something?"

Voldemort's words were full of encouragement, and he tempted Neville like a demon.

"I...can I?" Neville asked timidly.

"Of course, Neville, I will leave my body to you for now."

Voldemort said, taking the initiative to shrink his soul and let Neville regain control of his body.

"ah."

Neville's reaction was a bit slow, and he almost sat down on the ground during the gap between their bodies.

"Hahaha, Neville, do you want to kneel down for me?" Ron came over with several Hufflepuff brothers.

Voldemort looked at several people in the depths of his soul, speculating on the reason for Ron's change:

Without the guidance of know-it-all, without the company of friends, and being stimulated by Draco's constant support.

So, found a bunch of Hufflepuff boys?

"Ron, return the sword to me." Neville, who had gained control of his body, said loudly.

"Oh, hehehe, is this a cutting sword?"

Ron laughed up and down for a while, then pulled out the long sword with a "click" sound.

"This is contraband, let's give it to Filch."

"If we do this, will the patients with the Amnesia Curse cry?"

"Isn't he good at fighting? Let him fight Filch. Both of them are annoying anyway."

"Hahaha~~~"

A group of people mocked Neville wantonly, and students watching the fun gathered around and pointed.

Neville twisted his body and lowered his head in humiliation. He still did not dare to rush forward.

"Ron, give the sword back to Neville."

The crowd parted and Draco walked in and spoke to Ron.

"Oh, little Malfoy is here. A prefect without a medal, are you being too lenient?"

Ron didn't give Draco a good look and said in a sinister tone.

"Ron, you'd better give him the sword back."

Draco's face sank, and his right hand reached for the wand at his waist.

"What are you doing?"

A shout came from Filch, who was trying his best to squeeze in from behind the crowd.

Draco removed his hands from his waist, hummed, and stopped talking.

"Oh my god, how dare you?" Filch grabbed the unsheathed sword and said angrily to Ron.

"It belongs to Neville." Ron immediately pointed at Neville, "He plays with it in the dormitory every day. He looks like a fool."

"Hahaha~~"

A few people behind him laughed a few times, but the onlookers didn't laugh along, which made them look a little silly.

"Did you bring him here, Neville?" Filch asked, looking at Neville.

"It's...it's me." Neville said with his head lowered and his fists clenched.

"You don't have to care about him, and everyone here, Neville."

Voldemort spoke and said in his mind, "Become my disciple and leave with me. When you come back, no one will dare to stop you when you hold your sword."

"I..." Neville hesitated. He swallowed, but didn't say anything.

"Follow me, kid, you're in big trouble." Filch hit Neville's shoulder with the hilt of his sword, and then reached for Ron's scabbard.

"Mr. Filch, maybe there are contraband in his dormitory. You'd better search more." Ron said, reaching out to hand over the scabbard.

Voldemort felt that Neville was so angry that his soul was shaking.

"Get the scabbard first, Neville. Go up to Filch and grab the sword. You can do it." Voldemort said hurriedly, "Let them see who you are, Neville."

As Voldemort spoke, he took the initiative to use his mental power to hit the mental thorn in Neville's soul.

"Ding!"

The sound of two goblets clashing echoed in Neville's mind.

His soul vibrated, stirring with rage, rushing toward his timid thoughts.

Then……

He stepped forward quickly, and before Filch could hold the scabbard, he put his hand on it.

"What..."

Before Filch finished speaking, Neville had already turned around, holding one third of the scabbard with his right hand and lifting it up.

"ah."

The scabbard hit Filch accurately in the middle of his legs, and he squatted down with a cry of pain.

The left hand holding the sword was released, but before the sword fell to the ground, Neville reached out his hand faster.

"Snapped."

Grasp the hilt of the sword accurately.

"Uh-huh."

Don't bow your head, return the sword to its sheath.

"Spiritual power is indeed powerful." Voldemort said excitedly in Neville's mind.

The continuous movements at that moment, without the blessing of mental power, Neville couldn't do it even if he tried a hundred times.

But once his mental power is deployed, Neville can gain reaction speed far beyond that of ordinary people and can also control the movement of objects.

At that moment, when Neville reached out to hold the sword, the sword was also flying towards him.

This is moving objects through the air.

Voldemort himself had such a talent.

"Neville, you are crazy..."

"Hit him."

Before Ron could finish his words, Voldemort once again used his mental power to hit the mental thorn in Neville's mind.

After another "ding", Neville acted without hesitation.

"Bang, bang, bang bang..."

With a set of combos, Ron was knocked to the ground directly.

Not to mention the few little tails following him, even Draco's eyes widened in surprise.

No, Neville, what are you doing?

"Da, da, da~~"

In the silence, there was suddenly a sound of teeth clashing.

Everyone looked at the sound, but it was Neville's hand holding the sword that was trembling, causing the sword to make a sound.

"I...I can't do it anymore."

In his mind, after Neville said these words, his consciousness suddenly fell asleep.

The awakening of talent and the shock of mental power were beyond what Neville could bear at this time.

It's good to be able to hold on until the end of the battle.

He is, after all, a twelve-year-old child.

"I know I'm scared now. You...hey, what's wrong with you?"

Filch's words were just normal. Seeing that Neville was about to fall, he hurried to help him.

"Snapped."

Before Filch rushed over, Voldemort regained control of his body and put his hands on the ground to avoid grabbing the ground with his face.

"Are you OK?"

Filch looked like he was frightened by Neville, and Xu supported him and asked.

"It's okay, Mr. Filch. I'll go to your place later to collect the punishment."

Voldemort said, turned to look at Draco, then turned and walked towards the stairs.

"wait……"

Filch stretched out his hand to grab the troubled student, but when he turned around and looked at him silently...

"Okay, remember to come to me tonight."

Somehow, Filch said this sentence by mistake.

Voldemort ignored him and strode towards the stairs.

By locating the Horcrux, he was able to determine that Luna was on the third floor, where he would go to find her and retrieve the crown.

At this moment, Lucius's voice suddenly echoed through the castle.

"Damn it, someone took control of Hermione, using the Imperius Curse."

The sudden shout made Voldemort pause for a moment, but then he quickly rushed downstairs.

Damn it, Crown what are you going to do?

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