[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Several Dark Lords laughed, and even the black diary on the small coffee table shook, making a rustling sound as the paper was rubbed.

"Yes, yes," the Dark Lord, who was still laughing like a baby in the armchair, finally spoke, "I told you a long time ago, when you can no longer go back to being a Muggle, when you are nothing more than a Muggle in the wizarding world. You have nothing but magic, when you refuse to bow your head to the mainstream of the magic world and accept your fate, when you take risks just once to survive——"

Its slender arms curled up the wand and fired a small firework, its snake-like face showing malicious glee.

"——Then I have to welcome you to join the team of dark wizards, Tom." it said.

Tom said dejectedly: "Yeah, and then I can only hide here and there..."

He was really depressed. After persisting for so long, the last few bosses' fighting skills affected the chess pieces. In this state, it is estimated that he will not be able to return to Hogwarts. Even a fraternity like Dumbledore will definitely have to isolate him. He can't go back home, so it's best not to mention it at all, otherwise who knows if this dark lord who has cut off all his family members will conveniently "help" him cut off his family ties?

Therefore, with his picky temperament, even if he found himself lying on dirty sheets, he would not be in the mood to clean up - of course, this was also related to his difficulty in moving and the inability to use his magic power at the moment.

"Hiding is only temporary." The Dark Lord's tone was very calm, "I will always make a comeback."

"We never bow down before fate. Those fools who resign themselves to fate and hope to live by the favor of fate cannot understand this. Fate refused to favor me. It pushed me down in the swamp again and again, but I Always able to crawl out of the quagmire again and again..."

"Look."

It turned its eyes slightly and looked around the room.

"You are standing in my father's ancestral home. The funny thing is, my father and I never spent a day together. He was a Muggle, a particularly stupid kind of Muggle. Thank God I didn't inherit his brain. "He smiled coldly.

"My mother was a wizard who lived in this village and fell in love with him - so it seems that my mother is also a fool." The Dark Lord sighed, "When my mother confessed her identity as a wizard to my father, he abandoned her. Got him...he doesn't like magic."

Wormtail shivered and stared at the pattern on the floor, wishing he would go deaf immediately.

"He left her and returned to his Muggle parents. I was not yet born, child. My mother died in childbirth and I grew up alone in a Muggle orphanage..."

"Do you know where that place is? When I entered school, not to mention those pure-blood wizards who looked up to the top, even ordinary hemp seeds could find some sense of superiority in a poor orphan... But look, In the end, they all still had to bend their knees and lower their heads in front of me, fearing not to pronounce my name..."

"Oh," said Tom, half-heartedly.

The Dark Lord's penetrating eyes swept over him.

"Yes," he said cheerfully, "the glory has come to an end. Thirteen years ago I suffered a disastrous defeat... Voldemort is not shy about admitting failure. People always have to get up from failure. Being defeated - especially being defeated It is not shameful to be defeated by a ridiculous accident, but it is shameful to be unable to get up again. Besides, it is not a complete failure. It should at least be regarded as a test. It proves that the fatal spell cannot take my life... …I have gone further on the road to immortality than anyone else.”

"I lost my body...worse than the humblest wandering soul. I remember so many powerful spells that could help me, but without a body, I couldn't cast any of them. I couldn't sleep day and night, forcing myself to live. Every minute and every second of my stay, for nine whole years... I finally waited for young Quirinus."

"I successfully entered Hogwarts, a small progress. But soon, my plan failed again." The Dark Lord looked at him, and it was difficult to read the expression on his snake-like face. "Failure cannot be defeated. The Dark Lord, besides, it’s great that I met you..."

The hairs on Tom's body stood up in response, and the black mist around him spread its teeth restlessly.

The Dark Lord turned a blind eye to this: "Tom, a child with the same name as me, also comes from the Muggle world, has the same talent, and is also being watched closely by Dumbledore..."

"Has Dumbledore taught you that in the magical world, 'similarity' is a very dangerous thing?" the Dark Lord asked meaningfully.

Tom didn't speak.

Wormtail held his breath and tried his best to control his presence, for fear that someone in the room would suddenly think of him.

But the Dark Lord was quick to mention him.

"After losing Quirinus," the Dark Lord himself brought the topic back, continuing to recall his ups and downs in life, "I had no choice but to return to the distant hiding place again, and persisted hopelessly...until this Wormtail found me."

"A loyal servant who pretended to be dead to escape trial and was chased by people he once regarded as friends with nowhere to hide finally missed his poor old master..." The Dark Lord sneered, "He can also be considered your old master. We’re familiar with each other, aren’t we, Banban?”

Wormtail knelt on the ground with a pop, buried his head deeply, and murmured: "Master..." He seemed to want to quibble about something, but he couldn't find the words.

Tom looked at the little bald wizard in shock, and countless complaints ran through his mind: No? Is this Banban? Ron's pet rat? Did Ron himself know that the mouse he raised carefully, kissed and hugged every day, put it in his pocket during the day, and slept with it on the pillow at night, was actually a bald old man about the same age as his father? Did Ron throw up? Does Hermione know? Crookshanks is awesome, the first pet cat in history that chased an adult wizard to death and pretended to be dead! Is this the man Sirius Black escaped from prison for? Did something happen to Harry?

The Dark Lord ignored Wormtail on the ground and continued: "Wormtail has brought me some new hope, relying on his obedience, a few small spells I invented, and my dear Nagini gave me A little help..." Its eyes fell on the big snake coiled on the carpet. The snake heard his name, hissed and spat out a message, stretched out its head and rubbed him. "I finally managed to get a weak body.".7

"More good news is yet to come." The Dark Lord gently patted Nagini's head with his slender, pale fingers and said lazily.

"What good news can there be?" Tom asked, looking around the room. "A wizard who has been surviving for more than ten years by pretending to be a rat, a snake, and a man who cannot absorb soul energy so he can only keep a diary. Riddle, an anima whose soul energy is insufficient so he cannot maintain his human form for a long time. Oh, and you and I are also included. You, just barely got a weak body, and you have to rely on servants to move; I, Hogg Woz is an underage dropout, his magic power cannot be controlled, and he needs help from others to move around."

"There used to be an Inferi, but now it's gone. With this room full of old, weak, sick and disabled people, you said the good news is yet to come? What good news can there be? Soon everyone will be able to pack up and go to Azkaban to eat. Any good news about housing issues?”