Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore."

Gellert waved his hand to make the blue fire disappear, "Did I make you feel defeated?"

Dumbledore frowned, but finally sighed and nodded.

Voldemort on the side couldn't help but complain about Grindelwald: How many people can live without frustration in front of a being like you.

"Don't fall into the confusion of mediocrity, Albus, I just found my own magic path earlier."

Grindelwald stepped forward, sat next to Dumbledore, and stroked his back, "A temporary lead doesn't mean anything. Albus, maybe one day you will defeat me."

That day has come, and you are now imprisoned in Nurmengard... Voldemort complained.

"I wonder what your path to magic is," said Dumbledore - looking rejuvenated.

"Integrate, Albus." Grindelwald shared without hesitation, "Let magic have thoughts, not just emotions."

Dumbledore frowned, thinking about Grindelwald's words.

Voldemort also immersed himself in thinking, and he thought of the "Grindelwald Gas Stove", which was magical enough.

In my memory, it is a magic that allows people who share my ideas to pass through, while those who do not share my ideas will be devoured by fierce fire:

Vader Rozier and Abernethy passed with ease, Queenie passed with great pain, and Krall - who seemed to be a total believer in Grindelwald - died in it.

Krall failed to pass, probably because he had too many distracting thoughts and hesitations, and in his heart, he was not in line with Grindelwald's ideas.

This just proves what Grindelwald just said - giving magic ideas.

Great idea, Mr. Grindelwald... Voldemort praised in his heart.

"The thoughts are too complicated, Gellert." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Although your magic is magical enough, I don't agree with it."

Dumbledore's words caused Grindelwald and Voldemort to look at him with surprise in their eyes.

"I would like to hear the details, Albus." Grindelwald said.

"I think everyone's thoughts are different, and thoughts in different periods are also different. If you give thoughts to magic for a long time..."

Dumbledore frowned, as if he was looking for an appropriate word, and while the two of them waited quietly, he finally found the word, "Extreme, Gellert, this will take you to extremes."

"Why?"

This time, it was Grindelwald's turn to frown, and Voldemort listened quietly.

"You and I both know that black magic requires evil emotions, and thoughts are deeper than emotions. When you put thoughts into magic for a long time..."

Dumbledore looked at his "best friend" worriedly, "Once your thoughts fall into darkness or evil, magic will in turn consolidate those bad thoughts."

Voldemort nodded as he heard this. He himself did not reject black magic, but having experienced the backlash of black magic, he agreed with Dumbledore's philosophy.

But Grindelwald was completely different. His brows instantly dispersed, and he patted Dumbledore on the back and said, "How could I be wrong? Albus, you know me, right?"

After Dumbledore was stunned, he nodded without hesitation. It seemed that he felt that he had indeed thought too much.

"If you don't need to think, what are you going to invest in magic?" Grindelwald asked, changing the subject.

Voldemort noticed that Grindelwald's eyes flickered a little, and he changed the subject as if he did it deliberately, but Dumbledore in the scene did not notice it.

I just didn't notice it at the time, but Old Bee must have returned to this scene countless times to watch it again... Voldemort curled his lips, he couldn't agree with this habit of Old Bee.

"With love, Gellert."

Dumbledore said without hesitation, "Emotions are the cornerstone of magic. I think this is enough. There is no need to put in more profound thoughts. It is better to make choices among emotions."

"But what to do, Albus?" Grindelwald obviously couldn't understand Dumbledore's thoughts, and the same was true for Voldemort.

Love, this is very Dumbledore, cuteness does not mean strength.

Harry's mother, Lily Potter's ancient magic spell about love, represents power?

No, Voldemort didn't think so.

It represented knowledge, inheritance, aristocratic family and pure blood. Voldemort did not believe that Lily, who was born as a Muggle, could learn that ancient magic on her own.

Obviously, the Potter family, a pure-blooded family with a long enough history, is the source of that magic.

"I'll try it, maybe I'll create my own magic in the future, maybe not, who knows."

Dumbledore didn't give a precise answer, but he still pointed to the ornament, as if he wanted to try it now.

Grindelwald and Voldemort both held their breaths and waited quietly - the former was not sure what would happen, while the latter was sure that the old bee would succeed.

He shared this part of his memory with himself for the purpose of teaching, so there must be a concept of success. If not, then all the previous ones would be too lengthy and useless.

Sure enough, as he emitted magic power, the object began to change, and soon it transformed into a human-shaped wooden sculpture, which looked very thin.

"You are indeed very loving, Dumbledore, but too thin..."

Before Grindelwald finished speaking, the villain had already waved the wand-like stick in his hand, and then a burst of flame spurted out...

The little wooden man created by this transformation technique can actually do magic?

Grindelwald and Voldemort both opened their eyes in surprise. They looked at Dumbledore with disbelief, only to see that his eyes were full of tears.

"She always uses this magic to light the fireplace when the three of us feel cold." He said, turning to look at the fireplace - more specifically, the top of the fireplace.

Voldemort followed his gaze and saw a portrait of a beautiful woman with a note about her identity underneath:

Kendra Dumbledore…

Albus Dumbledore's mother, the Muggle-born wizard mother who was unfortunately killed by Albus's sister, Ariana, using magic during the magic riot.

"Oh, Albus, I'm sorry to cause you sad memories, but your magical talent is really impressive..."

Grindelwald's voice became smaller and smaller, and everything around him slowly disappeared. The memory ended here, including Quirrell's memory.

When Voldemort's consciousness returned to Quirrell's body, he did not move for a long time. He stood there like a wooden sculpture, thinking about what he saw and felt.

All of this was really too explosive. Whether it was Grundelwal's "giving magic thought" or Dumbledore's "giving magic love", Voldemort was trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

Never before had he seen the winding path of magic so clearly at this moment. Neither Lin Zuo's soul nor Voldemort's soul had ever been baptized like this.

Damn it, you really don't want to teach me really useful knowledge... Voldemort thought after he calmed down.

Of course, it must be the consciousness of Voldemort's remnant soul that dominates this idea.