Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"me……"

Mr. Borgin gave me a frightened cry twice, and then turned around sharply.

The lean old man fell to the ground as if he had lost his center of gravity after spinning in a circle, and then looked at Voldemort with doubtful eyes.

"Anti-Apparition Curse, Mr. Borkin, you need to strengthen your ability to detect magic."

Voldemort shook his head slightly, then strode to the old man who was half kneeling on the ground, looking down at him with a serious face.

"I won't kill you, please believe this is my promise.

“But I need your life to be as bleak and miserable as my mother’s later years.

"I'm sorry to vent my hatred on you, but as you said, although it is immoral, it does not violate the law."

After saying this, Voldemort stood up and touched his cane twice.

Several figures filed in, surrounding Mr. Bojin.

"The Cruciatus Curse, but don't let his consciousness collapse, and then...let him live in despair."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he strode out the door.

"My Lord, Lord Dark Lord."

Mr. Borkin turned around on his knees, looked at Voldemort's back and shouted, "This is against the law, the law of the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort's footsteps paused, he half turned around, and looked at the other party in confusion.

"Ministry of Magic law?

"No, sir, you are mistaken.

"The law I speak of is the law I made."

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort turned around and left the shop that he hated.

Outside the door, a muscular young man with a wizard's robe could not cover his body stood with a sword on his back, standing there quietly.

"Ah~~ah~~~"

A wail of pain came from the shop, and it was Mr. Borgin's voice.

Hearing this painful wail, Voldemort felt that his bones were much lighter.

Yes, he didn't come to torture Mr. Borkin for no reason.

The residual anger of hatred could not make him do this.

The real reason came from the bones that my mother inadvertently donated during her rebirth.

The hatred engraved in the bones is the most unbearable.

That's why Voldemort came here for a visit.

"Does this remind you of your parents?"

Looking at the frowning boy, Voldemort asked softly.

"Yes, my lord."

Neville, who was in the stage of changing his voice, said in a sharp voice.

Voldemort stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said, "Then let's go rescue them, okay?"

Neville nodded vigorously, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Take my arm, Neville, we're going."

Voldemort said, picking up his cane and raising his arms.

"I'm ready, my lord," Neville said.

Voldemort nodded, then turned around.

"Whoosh."

Two figures, one large and one small, disappeared in front of the Borgin-Bock antique store.

This ancient shop located at 13B Knockturn Alley disappeared from the historical stage of the wizarding world due to the arrival of Voldemort.

But no one cares.

…

"Whoosh."

When the two people appeared again, they were already in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store.

A large sign "Closed for Renovation" hangs on the door of the decaying store, and a plaque above shows its name:

Qingzhen Department Store.

Voldemort's eyes did not dwell on these details, because the figure wearing a long skirt and carrying a large dazzling red handbag was too eye-catching.

"You're late, sir."

Mrs. Longbottom glanced at the Dark Lord with an unkind look, and then looked at her grandson with gentle eyes.

"You've lost weight, Neville. I think it's better for you to go home. The food at the Malfoy family may not be suitable for you. I will pick you up and drop you off every day..."

Seeing Mrs. Longbottom ignoring him and starting to communicate with Neville, who had become taciturn, Voldemort could only helplessly cough twice to remind the other party that he was here.

"I'm fine, grandma, please let your parents see the doctor." Neville reminded.

In this way, Mrs. Longbottom stopped nagging angrily and turned around to the display window with the ugly plastic dummy.

"I came to visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom."

The tattered dummy nodded slightly and waved to them.

The three of them then walked through the window and entered the famous St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The first person to enter was the waiting room, where there were many people dressed in strange clothes, sitting on long chairs, waiting for medical treatment.

On the information desk on the left, there is a St. Mungo's symbol - a pattern of crossed wands and bones.

The surrounding walls were covered with portraits and slogans, but these things could not attract the three people's attention.

In addition to Voldemort, Mrs. Longbottom and his grandson are regular visitors here.

They ignored the noisy environment here and walked quickly up a crooked staircase.

"This hospital is hostile to people with bad legs and feet."

Walking on such stairs, Voldemort expressed his opinion, "But if the patient happens to come here with a leg injury, how will they walk up this dilapidated staircase."

Mrs. Longbottom had no sense of humor. She rolled her eyes and said nothing.

Neville, on the other hand, said "use magic".

Voldemort followed Mrs. Longbottom's example and rolled his eyes, then fell silent and followed Mrs. Longbottom without speaking.

Not long after, the three of them walked up the corridor on the fifth floor. After passing through several wards, they came to a long room.

"Mrs. Longbottom, do you want to see your family?" A young female therapist came up and asked.

"Yes, Mileena, please take us in." Mrs. Longbottom said.

Mileena nodded and glanced at Voldemort curiously, but without asking any more questions, she led them directly into a separate ward.

As soon as they entered the room, the three of them felt that their eyes were bright. Compared with the dark and long corridor, the environment here was really good.

Voldemort's eyes swept across the ward and saw two figures sitting on two single beds.

"Frank, Alice, your mother and children are here to see you."

Mileena said familiarly, and came to the bedside and pulled up the curtains, "The sun has been shining for an hour, so it's time to take a breather."

Mrs. Longbottom thanked her, then walked to her son's bedside and reached out to touch his face.

Neville walked straight to his mother, took her hand and sat down.

Voldemort looked at the two skinny figures quietly.

The man was sitting on the bed, mumbling something unknown.

The woman looked at the clock hanging on the wall in silence, her fingers moving from time to time at the same frequency as the second hand.

"Thank you, Mileena, we would like to be alone with the child for a while," Mrs. Longbottom said.

"Of course, if anything happens, you can call me in the corridor."

Mileena smiled at everyone, then turned and left the room.

"Click."

The door was closed, and in the silent room, only Frank Longbottom's unknown murmur remained.