Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"I really don't want to be your enemy, Albus. We had a great time studying magic together."

Voldemort said, scanning the lower left corner, and ignited [Lin Zuo Moment] again - he was afraid that the violence in his heart at this time would hurt the students in the castle, and that was not what he wanted to see.

"I don't want to either, Tom, how about we sit down and talk?" Dumbledore still wanted to communicate, at least he saw hope.

But Voldemort shook his head and rejected Dumbledore's suggestion.

He won't even think about this, otherwise the consciousness of Remnant Soul will come out to cause trouble - he is the fusion of Lin Zuo and Remnant Soul after all, and both emotions are his true self and cannot be separated.

"Let me go, Dumbledore, fighting will harm the children in the castle."

Voldemort was not in a hurry to take action. He hoped that he could leave with all his beard and tail - it would be easier to abandon Quirrell's body, but he felt that this was too unfair to Quirrell.

Moreover, leaving in a wandering spirit state would also do great harm to his soul.

"You know I won't let you leave easily, Tom." Dumbledore refused.

"Well, I guess so."

As Voldemort spoke, he tapped his wand to the left, and a disarming spell floated there. Then he tapped it one after another, and more magic appeared and floated beside him.

Dumbledore also began to swing his wand, again in no hurry to attack, but several items, including the magic mirror, began to change - he obviously wanted to use the transformation spell to defeat Voldemort.

Voldemort's movements suddenly paused, and then he cautiously moved a little to his right - a dark curse floated out, with a bit of green light inside.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "The Shadowless Blade? Black magic can also have the characteristics of time and space. You hid your strength before, right?"

"Not really."

Voldemort frowned and looked at the jinx. He had the idea of ​​using the jinx just after his emotions were aroused. The fierce battle between the two emotions seemed to have affected Lin Zuo's consciousness, and he also became a little darker.

"Pfft~~"

He tried the killing curse, but it just sprayed out some green light mist. It seemed that Lin Zuo's consciousness was not dark enough.

"How about trying this?"

He completely ignored the people in front of him and muttered a magic spell alone - green light flashed in the darkness.

"Throat-cutting curse..." Mag said solemnly.

Voldemort bared his teeth and smiled at her, then continued to move, and more Throat Cutting Curses appeared, surrounding Voldemort.

"This is very offensive, Albus, if you prevent me from leaving, I am not sure whether these spells will fall on those three children." Voldemort said with a bright smile.

"McGonagall, protect the child." Dumbledore said without looking back.

Voldemort's smile became even brighter. He slowly twisted his body so that he was facing Dumbledore, and then raised the wand upwards - the wand rested on his index and middle fingers, and his thumb rested on the base of the wand.

"Albus." Voldemort asked with a smile, "Are you sure she can block my curse? Especially when there are so many curses?"

Dumbledore frowned, while Professor McGonagall pursed her lips unwillingly.

"Try it out, don't be nervous."

After Voldemort finished speaking, his body suddenly twisted and the wand was sent forward...

A disarming curse flew out in an obvious arc, almost grazing McGonagall's calf, and then hit Ron - Voldemort didn't want to have a series of encounters with Harry, even in that situation. It may not appear, and he won't gamble.

"ah."

Ron yelled, and the wand flew out of his hand, hit the wall, and broke in half.

"It's not my fault, it's inherently bad." Voldemort looked at Ron, "right, Ron?"

Ron was obviously frightened, and he nodded instinctively.

"Professor, maybe you can compensate him, right?" Hermione asked him, looking like a test.

"Of course, but I can't afford to pay now, Hermione. Your headmaster is pointing his wand at me. He is the most powerful white wizard in history."

Voldemort said, "But you can pay for me first, and I will pay you back with owls later."

Dumbledore observed everything quietly. He did not stop the communication between the two. On the contrary, there was thinking in his expression - Hermione's test was also what he wanted to do, to determine Voldemort's state. There was nothing more complicated than this. It's important.

As for killing him...

Dumbledore had hope, but he wasn't sure he could do it.

"Okay, Albus, I'm leaving."

Voldemort raised his wand and moved forward slowly. Countless spells floated around him and moved forward with him.

"Step aside."

Dumbledore said solemnly, and then several people made way for Voldemort to walk through.

"Don't play tricks behind my back, Harry, or I'll kill you."

Voldemort's wand was always pointed at Dumbledore. He gave his back to several people, including McGonagall, but he was always paying attention to what was happening behind him.

Before turning around, he saw Harry's wand twitching out of the corner of his eye, which forced him to shout a warning.

"Harry, don't move."

Dumbledore said nervously - he was sure that Voldemort was not joking.

"Thanks, Albus, see you later."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he began to retreat quickly, and soon passed through the flame trap set by Snape with the curse and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Protect the child, I will chase him."

Dumbledore left a word, then pointed his wand forward, and several puppets chased the disappeared Voldemort.

"I can help, Dumbledore..." Professor McGonagall was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"No." Dumbledore said without looking back, "I am enough."

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore also disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Professor McGonagall, is Professor Quirrell really Voldemort?" Hermione asked after Dumbledore left.

"He has admitted it." McGonagall said, "Okay, I'll take you back to the Gryffindor lounge."

"But he said his name was Tom Marvolo Riddle." Hermione asked, "Is that his real name?"

"Yes." McGonagall stopped and leaned over to look at Hermione with a frown. "Your thoughts are very dangerous, Hermione. He killed many people and made the entire wizarding world..."

"I know, Professor." Hermione nodded vigorously, "But we can only defeat him if we understand him, right?"

McGonagall was slightly stunned, but finally nodded and agreed with Hermione's statement.

"Is his dark magic really powerful?" Hermione asked reluctantly, without any concern for the frightened Ron and the frowning Harry beside her.

"Yes, and very evil."

McGonagall said, waving his hand to destroy the trap set by Snape - every professor could eliminate this trap, because at that time everyone thought Snape was a bad guy, so... his trap must be harmless enough.

"He's half-blood, right?" Hermione continued - she didn't look scared at all, but full of curiosity.

"Hermione."

Professor McGonagall called her name loudly, "Your ideas are dangerous. Don't try to understand him and stay away from him. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Professor." Hermione nodded vigorously, and then whispered, "I just think he taught the class well."

McGonagall frowned and ignored Hermione's words, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart...

He came to school with a purpose indeed.

From now on, books will be sent out regularly at 2, 3, and 4 o'clock.