Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The Creator gave mankind the ability to speak, but he did not expect that it would become mankind's most vicious weapon.

Voldemort never thought that he would say such vicious words.

But when he stood in front of the Black family tapestry, when he thought about how to get rid of this complicated emotion.

That's all he said.

He couldn't tell how much of it was due to breaking up love, and how much of it was due to overturned jealousy.

Anyway.

The bad words blurted out were as hard to take back as water.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Bella began to cry, her voice small and broken.

She covered her face and squatted on the ground. Her long black hair hung straight down like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair trembled and fell on the carpet of the Black family.

Voldemort opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

His toes also turned in Bella's direction, but he didn't walk over.

"In Azkaban...that's not what they say...that's not what they say..."

Bella's voice was very low, and it could be heard that she was trying her best to control her emotions.

But she can't.

Voldemort swallowed and suddenly felt that Riddle's emotionless state was actually quite good.

"Bella."

Voldemort sighed, knelt down next to her and said, "You are still my most trusted Death Eater, Bella, you know."

His voice was gentle, yet a little dignified.

Just like he hoped that the relationship between the two would be more of a friend and a trustworthy partner, rather than something further.

"But I like you, I love you."

Bella raised her head and looked at Voldemort with burning eyes.

This made the latter very uncomfortable, and he had to frown to avoid his gaze.

"I have not been resurrected, the pure-blood family has not fully supported me, Dumbledore is still alive, and most of the Death Eaters are still in Azkaban."

Voldemort quickly stated the trouble he was currently facing, "I don't want to distract myself, Bella. We work together, but there is no need to live together, right?"

"But I love you."

Bella said this again, and her eyes were still hot on Voldemort's face.

"Why."

Voldemort sighed, becoming more and more aware of the trouble emotions brought to him.

"Bella..."

He called the other person's name, but didn't know what to say.

Neither Lin Zuo's memory nor Riddle's memory provided him with a way to deal with this problem.

He originally thought that all he needed to do was make it clear.

But it seems that the complexity of feelings is really difficult to express in words.

Bella just looked up at him, with a look of grievance on her face.

"I will marry Daenerys. She is a vampire. I know wizards look down on vampires, but they are a powerful force, and they are far more rational than werewolves, so..."

"You chose her because of her identity, right?"

Bella seemed to have found a life-saving straw, which made Voldemort instantly realize his mistake.

"No."

He quickly denied it and found new reasons.

"I have a very good relationship with Senior Lestrange, and Rodolphus is his son. Do you understand what I mean?"

He thinks this reason is good, at least it sounds reliable.

"I don't love Rodolphus. He also knows that I love you. He is willing to give me to you. That is his glory."

The corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched, and he felt that Lin Zuo's consciousness was still affecting him.

"I can't accept this."

Voldemort's words became firm. He stood up and looked out at the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A Muggle woman was walking her dog, and the street was empty except for her.

"I can't steal my subordinate's wife, it's immoral."

"It was his honor, as every Death Eater should..."

"Stop talking, Bella." Voldemort waved his hand angrily.

For a moment, he felt that Riddle had educated the Death Eaters too well.

These guys are not wizards at all. They have become a group of boneless slaves.

"I need to make the Death Eaters more united. In my opinion, this is more important than the feelings between you and me."

Voldemort withdrew his gentleness and said these words in a majestic voice.

Bella was silent behind him, and Voldemort did not turn around to see her expression.

After a long time, a "swish" sound came from behind.

Voldemort turned his head and saw Bella half-kneeling in front of him.

There were still tears in her eyes, but her expression calmed down.

"Your servant Bella, do as you wish."

Bella said, slowly lowering her head, and a teardrop fell on the floor.

Voldemort acted like he didn't see anything and stepped forward and stretched out his left hand.

Bella took his hand and kissed it gently.

When she stood up, she wiped away her tears and put a smile on her face.

"This is my good Bella." Voldemort said with a smile.

Bella forced a smile, she said nothing, and she didn't look at Voldemort.

Her eyes fell on the family tapestry nearby, or more precisely, on her husband's name.

"I have a request, Master."

Bella suddenly spoke, which surprised Voldemort, but he immediately replied: "No matter what it is, please say it, Bella."

"I hope to get your way to eternal life, and I want to be by your side forever." Bella said.

Voldemort frowned and hesitated for a moment.

It's not that I hate the method of making Horcruxes, it's just that this method is not very reliable.

"I am currently using a Horcrux, which is why I can be resurrected. However, in the longer term, I may use another method. I suggest you wait, maybe..."

Before Voldemort could finish his words, Bella had already spoken: "Master, I ask you to give me the method of making Horcruxes."

"This will split your soul in two and make you insane. In your current state..."

"I will work hard to adjust my condition, Master. I am willing to do anything in order to follow in your footsteps."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and seriously considered the pros and cons.

Bella is not very cooperative with the psychiatrist. If she cooperates because he agrees to her request, it may not be a good thing.

As for the sequelae of Horcruxes...

I thought that Bella would not be as crazy as Riddle and make so many Horcruxes.

With no reason to refuse anymore, Voldemort immediately nodded and said, "Then actively cooperate with the psychiatrist. Once he thinks you have no psychological problems, I will teach you how to make Horcruxes."

"I will do it, Master." Bella said, nodding vigorously.

Voldemort glanced at her, nodded, and said nothing more.

He couldn't understand how Bella could control her emotions so well. In his memory, this guy was very crazy.

Although it was unexpected, it was a good thing to comfort Bella anyway.

If she can come to her senses, it will be a good thing for herself and the future.

You know, in the entire magical world, Bella's combat prowess is also number one.

It would be great if such a loyal and powerful subordinate could solve his mental problems.

"I just hope Bella won't have a sharp decline in combat effectiveness after she regains consciousness."

Voldemort thought to himself, bypassing Bella and walking towards the third floor of the villa.

He needed one more set of eyes next to Dumbledore.