Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Good people move forward with heavy burdens, while bad people live in isolation.

It is difficult for Voldemort to consider himself a good person. After all, with so many lives at stake, it would be too shameless to claim to be a good person.

So, he chose to live in a different world and enjoy it.

"You should have a name. Dementors are a collective name, but you are unique." Voldemort said to the restrained Dementors in the training ground.

"Huhu~~"

After more than ten days of communication, this special dementor learned to communicate - if he spoke out, it meant agreement, and if he was silent, it meant rejection.

"How about Hodr? The mythical god of darkness is also blind, and he killed Baldr, the god of light who brings joy to people. I feel like he is very similar to you."

"Huhu~~"

"As long as you like it, you don't need to communicate with me. I don't want to smell the smell of decay anymore." Voldemort said, taking out his wand, "I need to lose my happiness, so suck it, but don't go too far."

The Legilimency spell was cast, and the little accumulated happiness was drained away again.

"Snapped."

Voldemort was disconnected and sat on the ground. This feeling really didn't feel good.

"Hey, Quirrell, you can't go on like this. The students are already complaining." Hagrid came over and said, casting worried eyes on Voldemort.

"The forbidden book I'm reading requires me to do this. Don't worry, Hagrid, I'll finish reading it soon." After saying this, Voldemort stood up and left the training ground without looking back.

…

A dozen lighting spells floated above his head, and Voldemort squinted his eyes and read the book.

At the top of the left page of the book, it says - Repairing the Injured Brain.

According to the records in the book, the ruthless Matthews asked his partner to torture himself with the Cruciatus Curse until he suffered from brain problems - obvious memory impairment and confusion.

Then, when the repair was started to be used on the head, the pain was so sore - like an awl piercing the skull, violently stirring the brain.

But fortunately, when the pain reached the threshold, he fainted. Yes, Voldemort, who experienced the whole process, also fainted.

When he woke up, half an hour had passed. This was the longest experience he had had in the book so far.

"I can't say that there is no gain at all." Voldemort shook his head dizzily and turned the book to the next page, "But it is true as the book says, it has no effect and no insights."

The next page is called - Repairing the Broken Soul.

Can't wait to read on the left, Voldemort had to sacrifice his knees for Mr. Matthews - the guy who learned Horcrux making in order to become a broken soul.

I'm afraid Dumbledore didn't expect that this book actually recorded the method of making Horcruxes. Although it was not specific enough, it did exist.

After reading the content on the left, Voldemort looked at the painting on the right, and then...

After his consciousness entered the painting, the author's friend began to use the repair spell on him. As his soul shook, there seemed to be signs of recovery, but there was no particularly obvious feeling.

The content on the left side of the page records Matthews's feelings. According to him, he did not feel that his soul had been repaired.

But Voldemort had experienced soul fusion, just a few months ago - Lin Zuo's soul and Voldemort's remnant soul. The moment they merged, Voldemort had a real understanding.

Because of that moment of realization, he clearly felt:

The soul does recover somewhat, just not much.

At the same time, Voldemort also noticed that at the moment when his soul was repaired, the familiar book on the table shook.

After another long coma, Voldemort woke up, couldn't wait to flip through the book, and looked at the last page:

... Cruelly, I failed.

My broken soul and brain made it almost impossible for me to live a normal life. Living day and night with the Horcrux made me realize that he seemed to want to live more than I did.

I had to face the rest of my miserable life and had to find a way to kill the Horcrux - I could see his madness and believe me, he was mine.

I used a killing curse on him, which was effective, but not fatal.

Although he is still alive, he has obviously become an idiot, but I have to say that this is a good magic material.

So, unable to feel the essence of the spell, I decided to put all the relevant memories into this book.

I hope that future generations can use them to feel everything I have experienced and find the root of this repair spell - I no longer have any hope of growing taller, my soul is incomplete, my brain is defective, and I am no longer worthy of Alice.

The Secret of Time, this is the name I gave this book. It is hard for me to firmly believe that this spell contains the secret of time.

But my incomplete Horcrux still has a soul in essence. He will look for readers who can explore the secrets in the long river of time.

Therefore, I named it this way, hoping that those who come after me can explore the real secret.

Finally, if this spell can really solve the height problem, I hope you can make it public, because my family has always been troubled by height.

Forgive me for using a pseudonym. I have learned and used a lot of black magic, and I really don’t want to bring shame to my family.

All the best to the above!

The book ends here, but Voldemort frowns. According to the book, Matthews, the licking dog, did not discover the secret of the repair spell.

He just used his (broken) Horcrux to store his memories so that those who came after him could experience everything about him and gain insights from it.

If you have any insights...

Except for the last moment, when Voldemort felt the repair of his soul, he really had no specific insights before that.

"Perhaps I need to feel this a few more times." Voldemort murmured, once again turning his attention to the page "Broken Soul Repair".

The night slowly passed and dawn slowly came.

After this day, Voldemort put all his energy into the last experience, and he delayed the students' confinement again and again.

"I have a research project recently, and I will implement the confinement after it is over. Professor McGonagall, I really don't want to interrupt this research." He said to Professor McGonagall.

However, the experience of more than ten days did not give him any real insights. He had many conjectures, but he could not prove whether they were right or wrong.

During this period, he even thought about asking Dumbledore for advice, but after much thought, he gave up - the book involved Horcruxes, so he had to be cautious.

It was not until a few days later that he became increasingly irritable and admitted his incompetence.

"I don't have extraordinary wisdom, and I don't have the kind of talent found in the remnant soul of Voldemort. It seems that I have to find another way."

So this weekend, he and Pochs met at Old Trafford.

"It can be a physical theorist or any other scholar, the kind with a high IQ."

While watching the game, he said to Pochs, "Let them study the content here. No matter how ridiculous the content is, I just want them to make guesses, the most accurate guesses."

If you don't have enough wisdom, money can come in handy.

He decided to use his money power and the wisdom of Muggles. To this end, he compiled all the details recorded in the book into a book, and then made a hypothesis in the book:

Suppose magic exists, and there is such a spell to repair broken things...

I don’t know if it will work or not, it’s just an attempt.

While Voldemort was watching the game, Porchis read the book hastily, and then his eyes widened in surprise, not understanding what Voldemort meant at all.

"Such content is too ridiculous..."

After being glared at by Voldemort, Porchis did not dare to say any more, "I will try my best to do everything well, but how much money are you willing to invest?"

"Thirty million pounds, a squeeze should be enough. If it's not enough, I will hold a special meeting to listen to the financial department's report and provide more." Voldemort was cruel.

After entering the wizarding world for several months, it can be said that there is no achievement at all, which makes him very anxious - the young Voldemort will not be as stupid as himself. He must admit that he has neither talent nor wisdom, and is only a fool. .

"I understand, sir, I will set up a research laboratory as quickly as possible and produce results." Pochs said firmly.

"The sooner the better, don't let me down." After Voldemort finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Porchis.

"Sir, there's news from over there." He said softly.

Voldemort's eyes lit up, and his selfishness suddenly surged into his heart - indeed, everyone has talent, but his talent was not in magic.

A long time ago, I have been thinking about what it would be like to let those scientists with extraordinary intelligence participate in magic research. Today, I finally realized it in this book. This was my fantasy fifteen years ago. I didn’t expect it to come true in this book…Happy! ! !