Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Wellington Hospital, Room 302.

"You mean, you can let me temporarily regain my strength?"

Freddie Mercury asked the three people in front of him, his eyes constantly wandering on their faces.

This combination is really weird, a middle-aged man in formal clothes, a girl half-paralyzed in a wheelchair, and a weird man in a cloak.

"Yes, Freddy, can I call you that?" the weird man asked.

"Of course." Freddy nodded.

"We are your fans, and of course the world is full of your fans."

The weird man forced a smile, but it looked a bit cold, "For some special reasons, I am a little... extreme now, and I want to try to use music to heal myself."

"Thank you for liking my music, and thank you for thinking so, but...can you really give me the strength to sing?"

Freddy asked still in disbelief, while his male partner Jim Hutton also looked suspicious.

"Of course, I'm sure, but... this can't extend your life." The weird man said.

"It's not necessary at all, as long as I can sing, I didn't expect that I would be able to sing before that day comes." Freddy said excitedly. He struggled to get up, "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't do anything."

The weird man Voldemort stepped forward and took out his wand, "It's a bit magical, but it does work."

As he spoke, he used a special medical spell that could temporarily restore mobility, but it consumed life force.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the light falling on Freddie, the male companion Jim asked excitedly.

"No, Jim, I think it's good. This really works." Freddy stood up and felt his body in surprise, "How long can I do this?"

"Two hours? Or shorter, I'm not sure. It depends on your own condition." Voldemort explained.

"Give me the guitar. Although I am not very good at playing it, I can use it." He excitedly said to Angel who was holding the guitar.

Porches took the guitar and handed it to Freddy.

"You did all this, so, Mr. Mysterious, you will sing the first song as a token of thanks." Freddy said as he plucked the guitar skillfully.

"Fat Bottomed Girls, Freddie, I like fat bottomed girls too, there's no reason why I shouldn't choose it."

The coldness on Voldemort's face began to loosen - even before he listened to the song, there were already signs of loosening due to the backlash caused by the black magic, which excited him.

"Best choice, damn boy, I still can't forget the way those models rode their bikes at Wimbledon Stadium," Freddy said, glancing at Jim's butt.

"Come on, listen to the music."

As he spoke, he began to pluck the strings and hum:

“Are you taking me home tonight?

Right next to that glowing fireplace.

Will you reveal everything without reservation?

Fat ass girl you rock the world.

Hey~~”

In the room, several people began to squirm along with Freddy's singing.

When "hey, hey" appeared, Voldemort immediately stretched out his wand and struck it rhythmically in the void.

The bass drum sound was well integrated into the guitar, and Freddy gave Voldemort a thumbs-up gesture in between playing.

Voldemort responded with a smile, his cold face was thawing, and the darkness in his heart was being expelled.

He stuck his head out like a tortoise and looked like a dork, but no one in the room cared. Everyone was immersed in the humming of Freddie, the lead singer of Queen.

After finishing the song, Freddy felt that he was in very good shape.

"Ma'am, the only lady, why don't you give her a choice?" Freddy said looking at Angela.

"me?"

Angela asked in surprise. After Freddy nodded, she wanted to jump up excitedly, but her incomplete legs did not allow it.

“I like Bohemian Rhapsody…”

"I would also like."

"No, Freddy, I mean, I like Bohemian Rhapsody, but on the way here, Voldemort was humming We Will Rock You, so I chose We Will Rock You." Angela said.

"Voldemort, I like this name." Freddy squeezed his nose at Voldemort, then looked at Angela, "You like him, right? You like Mr. Voldemort."

"Yes, who doesn't like that he allows me to follow him, haha, but I also like you." Angela pointed at Freddy with both hands, "Especially your little pants."

"I like myself too." Freddy said shaking his head, and then he raised his hands, "Stomp your feet and clap your hands, I think you all know, then... let's start."

"Bang bang... bang, bang bang... bang..."

The rhythmic beat sounded, and I thought there would be dissatisfaction downstairs, but no one cared.

"You are a child who only yells.

Hanging out on the streets, hoping to become a big shot one day

You've made yourself look miserable

Extremely embarrassed

Kick the tin can everywhere

Sing~~"

Freddy once again used his free hand and pointed at everyone, and everyone immediately sang "We will~ we will~ rock you~~" together.

Everyone twisted their bodies and shook their heads wantonly.

At this moment, all pain is gone, only happiness is eternal.

Freddy was also completely intoxicated, treating the small ward as a big stage.

Jim hummed along, swayed, and cried—his lover was dying and his heart was breaking.

Voldemort stomped his feet and clapped his hands vigorously, his palms turning red. Quirrell once again watched all this in confusion...

Just a few hours ago, his master had been slaughtering the village and not knowing how to get back to school to face Dumbledore because he had used so much dark magic.

But now, he is as excited as a child, childish and no longer majestic, but the traces of black magic are quickly disappearing.

Is music so powerful... Quirrell is doubting life.

Happy times always slip away quickly through the fingers. When Freddy felt that his physical strength was about to fail, he chose a song by himself.

"Mom, I just killed someone

I put a gun to his head

Pull the trigger, the gun goes off and people die.

Mom, life has just begun

But now I'm walking far away and leaving it behind

Mom, oh~~~”

In the last song, Freddie was completely immersed in it. His high-pitched voice stirred the heart and lungs and hit the deepest part of the soul.

Voldemort also had tears in his eyes, and his cold breath was completely destroyed by the singing. He was reborn and escaped the backlash of black magic. It must be said that in addition to singing, Lin Zuo also played a role at all times.

"Thank you for coming, my friends." Freddie said without much sadness, "I can't sing for you anymore, but I'm happy to have this day."

"Thank you too." The same smile, but no longer cold and full of sincerity, "Please don't tell us our whereabouts and names. This is very important to us."

"Dead people can keep secrets, and Jim can be trusted." Freddy said weakly. He didn't ask about magic or why they couldn't tell.

People who are about to die don’t have so many doubts.

The three people stepped forward to say goodbye to him one after another, and then left quietly.

The next day, the front-page headlines of major British media were all about the death of Freddie Mercury, and the most eye-catching one was the Sun:

"Our reporter personally saw Freddie Mercury die an hour after the mysterious man left. This has to make us suspect that Mercury's death was related to the mysterious man..."

In the next few days, the British media reported overwhelmingly on the search for the mysterious person, but it seemed as if nothing happened in the wizarding world...

Don't they all read newspapers? The mysterious man is back.