if i am not me

Neville felt that his hand was hurting, but after what happened just now, he had no time to think about it.Staring blankly at the liquid that turned from calm to boiling again in front of him, besides the feeling of fear, he was more at a loss.

I don't know what will happen to Voldemort next, and I don't know what will happen to me next.Going to Krum's appointment, but fell asleep inexplicably, and found himself in this completely strange cemetery when he woke up, and the only thing he could see in front of him was a middle-aged man who described as wretched, and his The disgusting "baby" in his arms.

Of course Neville knew who that "baby" was - except Voldemort, there was no one else who could inspire so much hatred just by the sound of his voice.As for the reason why he appeared here, no matter how stupid he is, he still knows that something is wrong with Krum, but he doesn't know whether he is willing or forced...

Thoughts were in chaos, suddenly, a shrill scream resounded throughout the cemetery, and the sparks splashed from the churning liquid in the cauldron disappeared in an instant.Instead, a white steam rose up, obscuring everything Neville could see.

Blinking blankly, Neville's heart was pounding, not knowing what happened again.At this moment, a black figure slowly rose from the crucible.Through the steam, he could see, it was a tall, thin... man.

"Dress me." The extremely magnetic voice said softly from the man's mouth, the tone was indescribably elegant and calm, but it instantly made Neville's pupils shrink to an unbelievable degree.He stared dumbfounded at the face of the man in the cauldron. His astonished expression was almost the same as that of Wormtail. Even Harry, who always thought he was calm enough, tightly covered his mouth at this moment, for fear of accidentally saying something. The voice reveals itself.

The red eyes that always seem to be smiling, the high bridge of the nose, the thin pale pink lips, the shiny black hair and the fair young skin—it’s actually...

"...Riddle." Neville shouted out the name, but he didn't quite understand why it was him who emerged from the stone cauldron.Although he knew that Voldemort was Riddle, he knew better that Riddle was actually just a memory stored in a diary.

Wormtail was also puzzled at this time.His master had never told him what he would look like after being resurrected, but Wormtail thought, it shouldn't be the strange boy in front of him, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Wormtail..." Still in a daze, Wormtail heard a tinge of coldness in that originally peaceful voice.There was a familiar shiver at the moment, he hastily put aside the wild thoughts in his mind, and respectfully offered the black robe that was originally in the bag with his uninjured hand.

Riddle felt the silky touch of the robe, and the corners of his mouth hooked imperceptibly. How long has it been since he felt this feeling?It seems that it has been five or sixty years since that year.And this time, if he hadn't been lucky enough to meet the main soul in an extremely weak state, maybe he really wouldn't be able to devour him...

Thinking of this, he skipped over Wormtail, who was sprawled on the ground due to excessive blood loss, and Neville, who was still tied to the stone tablet, and glanced around seemingly unintentionally.

Search to no avail.

Seeing this, ignoring the expressions on Wormtail and Neville's faces, Riddle raised the corners of his lips again, showing a smile that was enough to make people astonished - that child hid it so well that even he couldn't detect him Where exactly is it hidden.But because of this, I can seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Presumably, the child still doesn't know that the necklace on his body is a magic sealing device that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Yeah, who would have thought that?But it just happened to be such a coincidence that I, who was so weak that I was about to be destroyed, met the magic weapon that was supposed to seal the evil soul. body resonance.

And now...he is Voldemort!

Recalling the remaining memories of the main soul in his mind, Riddle, no, he should be called Voldemort now, and then he glanced at Wormtail, whose face was already pale, and said lightly, "Extend your hand Come."

It was completely different from the hoarse and dark magnetic voice that Wormtail was unable to recover for a while, but after he saw the trace of impatience in those red eyes, he hurriedly endured the pain and handed out the big one that was left. Half broken arm.

Looking at the bloody severed arm, Voldemort didn't speak, but glanced at Wormtail with a half-smile, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.But thinking about being able to stand here now, this cowardly and wretched middle-aged man also made a little effort, so he summoned the magic wand that was also in the bag and waved it in the air.

The tip of his wand drew a streak of light like molten silver, shapeless at first.After a few seconds, the band of light twisted in the air, gradually turning into a gleaming human hand, slowly sticking to Wormtail's bleeding arm.

In an instant, Wormtail's originally restrained moaning disappeared, and he looked at his intact hand that looked like a glove in disbelief, trembling and moving.

"Master...Master, thank you, Master..." The near-perfect function of the prosthetic hand made Wormtail immediately prostrate in front of Voldemort, and happily took Voldemort's robe with both hands and kissed it. "Thank you, it's really... so beautiful..."

Glancing coldly at the excited Wormtail, Voldemort didn't intend to pay him any more attention.Turning his gaze, he looked at the... enemy who was chosen by the former him and made him lose his body.

"We meet again." After saying these words with deep meaning, Voldemort stared at Neville's eyes full of hatred, "The boy who lived."

Neville looked at Voldemort viciously, the previous surprise had dissipated, replaced by deep hatred. "Kill me if you have the ability!"

"Tsk tsk, you're still so stupid." Smiling at Neville's strong hatred, Voldemort raised his hand to touch his round cheek, and then squeezed it down hard, "As stupid as your parents! "

Neville almost gasped in pain, but because he was facing Voldemort, he just stared at that hateful face for a moment, and shouted loudly, "I won't allow you to insult them!"

"No?" Voldemort strengthened his grip as if he had heard some big joke, "It's just you? Or do you think that the protection your mother gave you with her life can still protect you?"

"You..." Only then did Neville realize the strange situation. If he remembered correctly, Voldemort failed in the first year because he couldn't touch him.But now, Voldemort was pinching his face...

Seeing the surprised look on Neville's face, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Surprised, isn't it? In fact, there is nothing to be surprised about. Your mother provided you with such protection, and my father, as well as your blood Fair enough to remove that protection for me."

"Hmph" I didn't want to hear what Voldemort had to say, anyway, the situation couldn't be worse than it is now, so Neville decided to go all out. "So what if you can touch me, if you have the ability, kill me right now!"

Hearing this, Voldemort sighed softly, wiped the hand on Neville's face on the robe, and suddenly said in an extremely indifferent voice, "Yes."

After speaking, he flicked his wand and hit the rope binding Neville accurately. "I'll give you a fair chance, boy."

"Master...Master?" Wormtail was completely stunned at this moment, he had no idea what his master was thinking.Of course, the great master is not something he can understand, but the behavior of the master now is too strange.Didn't he once say that he wanted to kill Neville Longbottom in front of other Death Eaters?Why now...

Hearing Wormtail's voice, Voldemort slowly turned his head to look at the man still kneeling on the ground, and said flatly, "Wormtail, you are doubting me."

"No, no, no...Master, how dare I. Absolutely not..." Wormtail opened his mouth wide in horror, feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, he shook his head hastily to show that he didn't have any thoughts of overstepping.

It's a pity that Voldemort didn't want to hear his justification. He raised his hand slightly and pointed his wand at the middle-aged man on the ground. He said without the slightest emotion, "Crucio (crucio)!"

In an instant, the piercing pain spread throughout his body like an explosion, and Wormtail felt that his bones seemed to be on fire, so that he had to make a sharp sound to try to relieve this terrible pain.Fortunately, Voldemort had no intention of killing him, and removed his wand after a few minutes.

As soon as the spell ended, Wormtail completely collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.If there was still a little doubt in his heart before he was punished, then now, at least for now, he can't have any second thoughts.

Voldemort ignored Wormtail, who was paralyzed like a dead dog, and turned his gaze back to Neville, which made Neville, who was watching his brutal methods, tremble almost imperceptibly.But in the end, Neville still suppressed the fear in his heart, stood firmly in front of Voldemort, raised his empty hand pretending to be relaxed, and said, "Challenge? Then I think you should give me a wand first."

Not paying attention to Neville's slightly provocative words, Voldemort waved his wand carelessly, and said mockingly, "It's not in your pocket? I didn't expect you to lose your wand..."

"Hmph, don't act like you don't know anything, it's obviously what your subordinates did!" Thinking of the weird expression on Krum's face before falling asleep, Neville's anger that had been suppressed for a while began to rise again. "You expected that I would not be able to duel with you 'fairly', so you made this shameless request." Neville couldn't help but sarcastically shouted, emphasizing the word "fairly".

"Stupid indeed..." muttered a very slight word, Voldemort turned around and took a few steps back, and suddenly said to Wormtail, "Give him your wand."

Hearing this, Wormtail handed over his wand almost immediately.Since the resurrection of the master, the original concepts in his mind have been hit again and again, and with the previous punishment, he will not go into the deep meaning of any order from the master now, but simply follow the order acted.

Neville felt that even if something major happened in the future, he would not be more surprised. After all, he had been surprised so many times tonight... Voldemort actually gave him a wand!

But that doesn't mean that he will be able to leave here alive tonight.Thinking of this, his heart darkened slightly. He thought of his grandmother who was always nagging, his uncles and aunts who were always caring and comforting him, and his pet Laifu who always liked to run around... Come to think of it, those good friends who were still watching the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts or participated in the Triwizard Tournament.

They don't know that something happened to him, and it seems that they have no chance to see them again.Maybe tomorrow, the news of his death will spread throughout the magic world, and I hope grandma and the others won't be too sad by then.

At the same time, he hoped that Harry's illness would recover soon, Madam Pomfrey's medicine was too bad.I hope Drake can win the Triwizard Tournament, he knows he has the strength.I hope Ron can catch Hermione sooner, so that he doesn't have to pray every night before going to bed.Hope Ginny finds someone else who makes her laugh, because he loves the way she laughs the most...

Closing his eyes, Neville recalled that they always had encouraging smiles, and the determination returned to the eyebrows again.

Fair challenge?

Volt, earth, demon...

The author has something to say: I can't help but want to smoke myself after reading the summary... (Incompetent, incompetent!)

Forget it, I will treat it as a floating cloud, and if you have seen it, just ignore it.

In other words, accepting the "unkind card" is really soft, tsk tsk... continue to accept today... come on! (The pot cover is not enough, I replaced it with a TV signal pot this time!)