Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"The curse stops immediately."

A tall, thin figure wearing a purple cloak appeared at the end of the stone corridor in time.

The wand in his hand pointed at the fierce fire that was coming towards him - the flames paused briefly, as if they were frozen, and then seemed to start going back in time and return along the original path.

The flames burned back, leaving burn marks on the ground, and the railroad tracks disappeared.

The sound of "The Curse Stops" also followed this trajectory and echoed in the underground secret passage.

When Harry was at the top of his turn and was about to be hit hard, Dumbledore's voice finally came through.

"The curse stops immediately."

Along with the sound, in addition to the fierce fire that disappeared, there was also a powerful torrent of magic.

The curse exploded in front of the underground vault door No. 713 in an instant. The shock wave swept through everything, and the curse on Hagrid was directly lifted.

His dull eyes suddenly widened, and he looked in horror at his fallen arm and Harry Potter, who was about to be smashed to the ground.

"Ah~~~"

After Harry woke up, he looked at the ground that was enlarging in front of his eyes and shouted instinctively.

Here, everything seemed irreversible, but a clear but firm voice sounded.

"Harry Potter is flying in."

It was Quirrell, no, more precisely, it was Voldemort.

Quirrell was freed from the curse at the moment when the magic torrent exploded, and he gave up his body in fear - he had no idea what had happened to him, and only hoped that his master could reverse the situation.

Voldemort, who was in control of his body, followed the wand Quirrell had just waved and slightly changed the spell.

The spell that was supposed to be "Here comes the Philosopher's Stone" was changed to "Here comes Harry Potter".

As a result, Harry Potter, who was about to fall to the ground, was pulled horizontally by the Flying Curse, and Hagrid also let go of his hand at the critical moment.

Harry Potter is flying around, and a man in black wants to use magic to end his life, but a red light flashes:

The first thing that appeared was a fiery red phoenix, and underneath was Dumbledore's figure.

"retreat."

The leader of the men in black gave the order without hesitation, and led everyone into the darkness and quickly retreated.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Voldemort used the Levitation Charm to stabilize Harry's body before he could see him crash into him.

"Armor protection."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at Harry, and an almost physical, primitive armor appeared on Harry's body.

"What's going on here?"

Dumbledore held the wand, his eyes briefly focused on Hagrid and Voldemort, and finally looked at the figures disappearing into the darkness.

"Beep~beep~~beep~~~"

The whistle was blown, it was the awakened Griphook, and he was calling the guards.

"Suddenly someone attacked us." Hagrid said with lingering fear after taking a breath, "They used evil curses and powerful fire."

Voldemort also stood up, looked alert, and walked out from behind the stalactite with his wand.

"Thanks to Quirrell, he rescued Harry twice."

Hagrid wiped the tears from his eyes and came to Harry to check if he was injured.

"Oh, Harry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was controlled by a curse. Thank you Quirrell for not letting me make a big mistake."

Quirrell nodded to him, but still remained alert - in fact, he was a little nervous about Dumbledore.

"them……"

Dumbledore glanced at Quirrell with his penetrating eyes, then looked at Hagrid, "How do they know this place?"

"Sorry, Principal."

Hagrid said with red eyes, "On the day of celebrating Quirrell, I said the wrong thing. Many people heard the secret. I looked for you, but you were not here."

"You should have used the owl to remind me." Dumbledore stepped forward and used magic to stop Hagrid's bleeding - there was a gaping wound in his back and the blood was flowing.

"Yes, I should do that."

Hagrid hesitated, but in the end he did not tell Quirrell, but silently shouldered everything, "But I thought the problem was not big, so I asked Quirrell to help me. He is trustworthy."

"certainly."

Dumbledore's eyes looked at Quirrell much clearer.

"There were ten of them."

Voldemort finally spoke, "But I don't know if there are more. Headmaster, should we pursue them?"

While he was talking, many goblins appeared here in a blink of an eye. One of them was asking what happened to Griphook, while the others scattered to chase the man in black.

"unnecessary."

Before Dumbledore could speak, the goblin who seemed to be the leader refused, "The goblins will solve the problem themselves. No one can run wild here."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the door of vault 713, preparing to close the door.

"Where are the things?" Dumbledore asked.

"Here I am." Hagrid patted the pocket of his coat, but the fabric was still exposed.

"It seems like they don't need our help."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Harry Potter, "Are you okay? Can you continue the journey?"

"Oh...ah, of course, I...I can." Harry said a little cautiously, he had not yet recovered from his panic.

"Quirrell."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, the temptation deep in his eyes had disappeared, "I want to take Hagrid back for treatment. Can you replace Hagrid and complete his mission?"

Voldemort naturally understood what he meant, but he felt quite strange in his heart - was it really good to leave Harry Potter to him?

"No problem, Headmaster." Voldemort said without hesitation.

"Okay, let's get out of here first."

The headmaster said, reaching out to hold Hagrid, while Voldemort held Hagrid's other arm. Harry stayed where he was, a little confused.

"Hold Hagrid, I need to hold my wand and be alert," Voldemort said to Harry.

Harry immediately did as he was told, and then the four of them, led by Phoenix, left the cold underground.

"Bang."

At the entrance of Gringotts, four people appeared out of thin air.

"I'll leave it to you Harry."

Dumbledore said to Voldemort, with an instruction in mind.

"I chose a business gift for Harry, and it's at the Eela Owl Shop."

Hagrid didn't wait for Voldemort to speak before he spoke first. He looked at Harry with his big moist eyes, which flickered because he was still blaming himself.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I messed up your birthday, I hope you don't blame me."

"I won't, Hagrid, you are the best person I have ever met." Little Harry said sincerely.

Voldemort looked on, and he actually recognized the little guy in his heart - Harry did not lack courage and could distinguish right from wrong, which was not easy for an eleven-year-old child.

"Oh, Harry, you're wonderful."

Hagrid leaned down and hugged Harry regardless of the other people's eyes. Then he looked at Voldemort and said, "Give him the gift for me, okay? The clerk knows which one it is."

"No problem." Voldemort nodded.

"Take care of him." Hagrid ordered again.

"I know, you can rest assured that no one can hurt him." Voldemort promised.

Dumbledore looked on, somewhat avoiding Harry's eyes, and looking at Voldemort, his eyes became clearer and clearer.

"Send him to his aunt's house at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey," Dumbledore explained.

"Okay, Headmaster." Voldemort nodded, but felt increasingly weird in his heart.

Afterwards, the two apparated away, leaving Voldemort and Harry staring at each other.

"Should I kill you, should I kill you, should I kill you, or should I kill you?"

Voldemort had some complicated thoughts in his heart.

To vote, those who want to kill Harry raise their left hand, those who do not want to kill him raise their right hand.