Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"who are you?"

Cedric pushed Cho Zhang away with one hand and held his wand in the other hand, staring at the stranger who had intruded into their trial.

He has never seen this person before. Maybe he is Durmstrand's treasure?

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, but Cedric did not let down his guard because he saw Fleur's sister unconscious, being held in the hands of the tall man in front of him, as if she was holding a doll...

"Let her go!" Cedric shouted sternly, taking a step closer.

This made Harry's eyes twitch!

"Come back, Cedric!" Harry shouted, as if death was shrouding his heart.

He felt as if he had seen this scene somewhere. It was also Digory, but it was not in the Department of Mysteries, but more like he was in a cemetery. Then, he saw the long-dead Peter Pettigrew walking out coldly. , and cast a spell neatly towards Cedric——

And then the poor big boy died.

Such an apparition flashed past, and Harry didn't know whether he was hallucinating or seeing what happened at another time, but in his sight, the shadow of the dead Cedric was exactly the same as the current Cedric. Derek overlapped, and Voldemort's fingers were trembling slightly, and a wand fell from his sleeve and fell into his hand——

Harry wanted to do something, but found that his body could not move. He could only glare at Voldemort, his two green eyes covered with bloody spider webs - the shadow of death almost covered Cedric. The whole person!

Suddenly, Harry shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Voldemort!"

This voice immediately made several people present shiver. Cedric, who had been tense just now, turned around in fear and met Harry's ghostly gaze.

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

But Harry ignored Cedric and just stared at Voldemort with angry eyes: "I'm here, Voldemort!"

"I can see, Harry Potter." Voldemort said coldly, his scarlet gaze retracted from Cedric - which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief - and then all the stinging Painful eyes fell on Harry alone.

Voldemort arrogantly threw the Buga Li aside, like a dead fish.

Then he stretched out his hands - these hands were no longer gray-white, but looked no different from ordinary people, at most just a little prettier - and opened the hood of his robe, revealing that handsome but weird face. .

Now everyone could see clearly.

Except for Harry, no one present had ever seen Voldemort, but many similarities with Cyrus could be seen on his face, which made people feel that Cyrus and Voldemort were like two brothers. Same.

"Is he really a... mysterious man?" Cedric still couldn't say the name. At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into the ice and snow of the North Pole. Every pore in his body was trembling with fear!

He watched Voldemort walking from the front, turning a blind eye to them, as if they were just air, and walked up to Harry.

Everyone present seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and how to act.

Even Cassandra's limbs were stiff at the moment.

She was not afraid, it was just that Voldemort had released powerful magic power at this moment, and the rioting magic made her unable to move. It was not that she could not move at all, but Cassandra clearly understood that there was only one result for rash actions - death. !

"Ah, you know, Potter? I actually don't want to see you at all!" Voldemort stretched out his hand and pinched Harry's face. His fingers were as cold as iron.

"Where is Cyrus?"

Harry was clamped by Voldemort, his cheeks deformed, he gritted his teeth, looked directly into Voldemort's eyes stubbornly, and shouted angrily: "You think I will tell you!"

Hearing this, Voldemort chuckled, seeming to be mocking Harry's stupidity and ignorance:

"Didn't anyone tell you that if you want to hide a secret, it's best not to look into other people's eyes?"

As he spoke, Voldemort tilted his head like a snake: "Your mind is as empty as a shabby house without a door. Any wizard who knows some legilimens can enter at will - let me see." ——”

When Voldemort said this, Harry desperately tried to close his eyes, but he was still a little late.

"Ha, Cyrus, Dumbledore and the loser are fighting up there. I don't want him to die so soon. I still have many questions that I want him to answer for me!"

He looked at Harry, who had his eyes closed tightly, and made another contemptuous sound in his throat.

He wasn't laughing at Harry, he was laughing at himself.

He was already in fourth grade, and he didn't even know Occlumency. Voldemort felt so ridiculous when he thought that he had regarded such a person as his destined enemy.

Maybe the split soul made his head stupid.

Harry Potter - a wizard with passable talents, but just passable. He couldn't match Snape's talent, and he was no match for Barty Jr., let alone compared to himself.

More importantly, Voldemort had no sense that Harry had any enterprising spirit.

A person from the Muggle world has the opportunity to master so much magic and has unparalleled power at his fingertips, but he is unwilling to make progress and is so lazy that he is simply a waste!

"You know, Harry? I think you will become a great Auror, like Alastor Moody." Voldemort said kindly, but soon, he showed his tough and cold side. , he twisted Harry's head forcefully, forcing Harry to face him sideways.

The hair on Harry's forehead spread to the sides, revealing lightning-like marks.

"But you will never be able to match me!"

Voldemort stretched out his finger and brushed the lightning-like scar with his fingertips. Harry immediately felt as if lava was flowing through his head, and the severe pain made him scream heart-rendingly!

"what!"

Voldemort turned a deaf ear to this: "Your reputation, your achievements, and what you are today did not come from yourself!"

"Your mother saved your life, Dumbledore saved your life, Cyrus also saved your life... But in the final analysis, it was me who made you!"

Harry felt as if Voldemort had dug his nails into his scar. For a moment, he thought Voldemort was going to split his head open and take something from it.

That thing must be very important to Voldemort!

"Of course it's important!" Voldemort could clearly tell what Harry was thinking without looking into Harry's eyes.

"I guess Dumbledore never told you, right?" Voldemort said as if he was about to reveal some surprising secret.

"He won't tell you what maintains my magic power and allows me to live even if I lose my body. Cyrus certainly didn't tell you how he came back to life and then turned against me. And both of them I won’t tell you why you are so special sometimes, why I need your blood when I resurrect, why Quirrell couldn’t even touch you when you were in first grade..."