Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Welcome the Dark Lord."

In the basement of the small building, when Voldemort walked in, seven wizards in black robes greeted him.

"Everyone, get up. You don't have to be so polite."

Voldemort hunched over, waved his hands gently, and said in an indifferent tone - with his tone, anyone who takes the word "pleasant" seriously must be in a hurry.

After the battle with Dumbledore, Quirrell's body became rickety due to the devouring of magic, and Voldemort's character was changed due to the riot of the remaining souls.

He couldn't accept the terms master and slave before, and he didn't like others treating him in a condescending manner.

But now, he took it all in stride, and whenever it was a formal occasion - where two or more Death Eaters were present - he would become aloof.

"yes."

Everyone stood up and answered in unison.

Voldemort walked among them. There was a stone pier with an old notebook that was 80% new.

Around the stone piers, in front of the seven black-robed wizards, stood seven small stone piers, with a pensieve on each of the small stone piers.

"Do you all understand the operation method of the Seven Snakes Ceremony?" Voldemort asked as he glanced at everyone.

"With the help of Mr. Nott, we are all clear." Lucius said, wearing a mask.

Voldemort nodded and looked at one of them - that person's mask was the oldest and looked quite shabby. A strand of silver hair was exposed behind the mask. This was Geraint Nott, Voldemort's classmate.

"Nott, have all the instruments been checked?" he asked old Nott.

"Check it multiple times, Dark Lord, there is no problem." Old Nott bowed and said.

Voldemort nodded, glanced at the seven people one by one, and said: "During the Seven Snakes Ceremony, you will see my past in the Black Forest. Remember, don't be surprised, and pay attention to maintaining a good soul connection."

Everyone bowed and said yes.

"After that, you may still see my childhood memories, which may not be good, but please don't be surprised, and still pay attention to stay connected."

Everyone bowed and said yes again.

Voldemort was very satisfied with their respectful attitude. He picked up his wand and said, "I may use your soul power. It won't be a lot, but it may hurt a little. Please be patient."

Everyone bowed and said yes for the third time.

Only then did Voldemort touch his wand to his temple, and a strand of silver wire pulled out and sprinkled into the pensieve in front of Old Nott.

Old Turner immediately bowed his head, not daring to look at the substance in the pensieve and the fragments of images that appeared.

Voldemort was very satisfied with his caution, and then came to the second Death Eater, still spilling memories of the Black Forest into the pensieve in front of him.

This operation continued until there was a memory of his in the seven pensieves.

The so-called Seven Snakes Ritual is a ritual about soul connection that he found from the Malfoy family's book collection.

This ritual requires at least four people. It uses the memory of the core person as a link to briefly connect the souls. Is it useful...

Ancient magic was not as simple as it is now. Sometimes, some profound contents need to be taught through soul enlightenment through such rituals.

The reason Voldemort chose it was because this ritual had been widely used and its safety was unquestionable.

The purpose is to give himself a backup plan - he doesn't know what will happen after entering the diary.

In fact, from the moment the soul is divided, the two souls have been relatively independent, and each soul lives its own life.

When they meet after decades, not to mention the difficulty of fusion, whether they can accept each other will only be known after testing.

There were even more Voldemort's souls in the diary than the remaining souls in Voldemort's body. Under such circumstances, there was no room for him not to deal with it carefully.

You know, in Lin Zuo's memory, the residual soul in the diary had tried to be resurrected. Even the residual soul didn't believe him when he said he had no independent thoughts.

"Now, try the link," Voldemort whispered.

"As you command, Dark Lord."

After the seven Death Eaters answered, they each raised their wands and pulled out a memory from their temples, but they did not tear it off, but connected it to the pensieve.

"Buzz~buzz~buzz..."

The seven pensieves began to rotate, making a low sound, as if there were water waves rippling in them.

Slowly, the memories of the seven people were mixed with the memories in the pensieve, and then each stretched out a black and silver mist, connecting to Voldemort.

"Hiss~~~"

Voldemort took a breath of air, his body trembled as if he was being electrocuted, and seven memories emerged in his mind:

Lucius and his wife watched Draco playing in the manor...

Junior student Geraint Nott taught Theodore Nott how to make potions in the castle...

Old Crabbe is using Fire, and his silly son Vincent Crabbe is giggling on the sidelines...

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Seven kinds of memories were entangled in Voldemort's mind, making Voldemort feel insane for a while. Fortunately, he had previous experience in Lin Zuo's battle with the remnant soul, otherwise it would be really easy to get lost in it.

No wonder this ritual mentions that it is best to start with four people and slowly increase the number of people.

"call."

Voldemort took a long breath, calmed his mind, stopped paying attention to the memories of the other people, came to the diary, and slowly reached out to touch the diary.

There is a familiar touch on the old but exquisitely made cowhide notebook. The residual soul seems to be recalling something, but the memory that is too long is not revealed.

"Quirrell, do it." Voldemort said harshly.

"As you command, Master."

Quirrell said tremblingly, then took control of his body, took out his alder wand from his waist, and tapped his forehead.

A dark, illusory soul appeared, connected with seven black and silver mist, and slowly fell towards the notebook.

"Huh~~~"

A breeze blew out of the notebook, resisting the entry of Voldemort's soul.

"Buzz~"

The souls vibrated briefly, and the Death Eaters connected by seven black and silver mists each let out painful groans - Voldemort used the power of their souls to exert downward pressure.

Quirrell took two steps back in horror, not daring to participate in the struggle for his soul. He pressed his rickety body lower, almost kneeling in front of the stone pier.

"Whoosh."

The breeze that appeared in the diary changed direction, and Voldemort's soul was instantly sucked into it. Only the seven black and silver mist were still connected to the seven pensieves from the top of the notebook.

"Dark Lord, please don't suck my soul." Old Crabbe spoke the hearts of several people in a trembling voice.

Quirrell stood up suddenly, turned around, raised his wand and pointed it at Old Crabbe: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to make any noise that delays the master's important affairs again, I will end your life with the Cut Throat Curse."

Old Crabbe raised his head tremblingly, a ferocious look flashed deep in his eyes.

"Quiet, Crabbe, it is our honor to provide strength to the Dark Lord." Lucius spoke to comfort Crabbe and looked at Quirrell, "Quillow, don't delay the Dark Lord's important event."

"snort."

Quirrell snorted in dissatisfaction, and then glanced at everyone with murderous intent.

The people whose souls were involved by Voldemort were obviously not suitable for fighting. They could only lower their heads and pretend that nothing happened, but Quirrell did not intend to give up.

"If you have anything to do, wait until the master comes out." He warned everyone sternly, "If the master's affairs are delayed because of anyone, he will die."

Quirrell said, and waved the wand vigorously, making a "swish" sound that shocked everyone - this once timid child of the Eagle Academy seemed to have become different.