Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The bell rang and Voldemort entered a small and shabby shop. What catches the eye are thousands of long and narrow paper boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.

"Crash..."

The slide ladder appeared from one side, and the old man standing on it was none other than the shop owner, Mr. Ollivander.

"Quirrell?"

He jumped off the ladder in surprise and walked towards Voldemort, "It's great to see you again. You shouldn't go to the Black Forest. It's too dangerous there."

Voldemort nodded with deep understanding and said, "If you could have persuaded me earlier, I would most likely give up, especially after what happened."

"Which thing?"

Ollivander asked in confusion, and then he saw the alder wand that Voldemort had taken out. A look of horror instantly appeared in his light-colored eyes, "Oh my god, what happened to him?"

Ollivander, who took the wand, almost put his eyes on the wand, and muttered: "He is dead... God, what has he experienced?... I seem to hear his desperate wailing..."

"It's dark magic."

Voldemort said softly, "I was blood-cursed by a vampire. While she was chasing me, I was not allowed to..."

There was sadness in his face, something he had learned thanks to Quirrell's acting lessons.

"Oh, kid, it's going to be okay, you're going to be okay..."

Ollivander finally moved his eyes away from the alder wand and looked at Voldemort.

"This is a kind elder." Voldemort thought in his mind.

"You need a new wand. Believe me, it is difficult for a wizard who is good at using dark magic to be recognized by the unicorn tail hair." Ollivander said, wiping the fingerprints on the alder wand.

"I think so too, but it has a special meaning to me. You know, this is my first wand and it has accompanied me throughout my entire study life at Hogwarts, so..."

Voldemort's eyes fell on the alder wand, full of affection.

"Do you want to change the wand core?"

Ollivander said, shaking his head vigorously and saying, "That's too difficult. Every wand is unique. The wand after replacing the core may not be suitable for you anymore."

"I also have such considerations." Voldemort expressed his thoughts, "So, I want a new wand and repair this old wand at the same time. You know, even if it is not so smooth, I still want to keep it. around."

"Only a weak-hearted person would think like you."

Ollivander nodded and looked at Quirrell with a more friendly look, "You are a kind boy."

Voldemort gave an appropriate smile of shame, and at the same time tightened his lips, refusing to answer the question.

"Well, first let us choose a new wand for you. A wizard cannot live without a wand."

Ollivander said excitedly, carefully putting the alder wand into the cardboard box aside and starting to choose a new wand for him.

"Ten and a quarter inches long, made of alder. A good wand for magic. Try..."

As soon as the wand was handed to Voldemort, Ollivander snatched it back.

"Maybe alder wood is no longer suitable for you. Try another one. Made of beech wood and snake nerve. It's nine inches long and very soft...it's not..."

"Maple, phoenix feathers. Seven inches long. Flexible... Picky guest, let me think..."

I tried a lot but never found the right one.

In fact, Voldemort was not surprised by this. Before he came, he had speculated that the mismatch between body and soul would inevitably cause trouble when choosing a wand.

He tried frequently and didn't stop until a wand was brought to him.

"Holly wood, phoenix feathers, eleven inches, good flexibility..."

Voldemort hesitated...

Pick it up, it's probably suitable, after all, my Horcrux uses this wand.

But the core of this wand is very special. If Old Bee notices it...

"Is there any yew wood?"

Voldemort, who refused to take the wand, said, "Going to the Black Forest and using black magic is like being reborn for me. If it is a yew tree, I think..."

"A very good idea."

Ollivander shouted, "The loyalty of the yew wood is also your characteristic - not giving up the alder wand has shown your excellent qualities in this regard."

He said, returning to the counter with his holly wand, rummaging around for a while and then taking out a new wand.

"Ten and one-half inches, combined with the phoenix feathers. After using it for a long time, you can... Oh, she actively rejected you, although I don't know the reason..."

"Then, if Unicorn Tail Hair tries again, maybe... it won't work..."

"If it's the dragon's nerves, I remember I tried it once, but the combination of a powerful wand and a powerful core may not be the best choice..."

Ollivander murmured to himself, rummaging through the cardboard boxes, and finally found a dusty cardboard box in an inconspicuous corner.

"Thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood, dragon's heart nerve core. Very powerful, but full of personality. It is difficult to tame him. Maybe..."

Before Ollivander could finish his words, Voldemort, who took the wand, felt the magic surge in his body.

At the same time, a fire dragon also rose from the wand, spinning around it.

"He chose you."

Ollivander said in surprise, but then he warned cautiously, "Be careful with your wand. A strong alliance may not be the best choice, at least this is never the case with wands."

"What properties does it have?"

Feeling the smooth wand in his hand, Voldemort asked, "I mean, what do you think will be the result of the combination of the yew wood and the dragon's nerves?"

"Both materials are very powerful, but I must say that it is a complete fallacy that someone using a yew wand will be more susceptible to the dark arts."

Ollivander said seriously, "The biggest function of the yew wand is protection. Just look at the wizards who are buried with yew wands. The wands will turn into yew trees to protect their master's cemetery until they die. "

Voldemort nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Ollivander's words.

"But the dragon's heart and nerves are completely different. To be honest, it is a wand core that is difficult to deal with. He can cast powerful magic, but he has a soft spot for black magic and strong people."

After Ollivander finished speaking, he approached Voldemort and whispered, "Be careful of his betrayal, especially when facing powerful dark wizards. They will habitually obey the strong."

Voldemort nodded, but he was thinking about what other dark wizards were more powerful than himself.

"Next, try different alder wand cores. You should always choose a core to repair your old wand."

Ollivander said as he took out several more alder wands. They had different cores.

Voldemort abdicated and Quirrell took control of his body, and soon he chose the phoenix feather - it seemed that Quirrell had really changed, at least the unicorn tail hair could no longer fit with his soul.

By the time everything was over, the sky had turned completely dark, but Voldemort's journey to Diagon Alley was still not over.

Saying goodbye to Ollivander, he walked forward along the winding street until a dark path appeared on the opposite side of the street.

There was the last destination of his trip - Knockturn Alley.

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