Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Master, I will welcome you back right now."

Quirrell said humbly, carefully dragging Voldemort's soul with his wand and placing him between his eyebrows.

Then Quirrell closed his eyes and fell into a long silence.

Several other Death Eaters were staring at Voldemort, waiting for him to wake up.

After a while, Voldemort opened his eyes.

In just an instant, these people discovered that their Dark Lord was different from before.

If the Dark Lord before entering the diary gave them the impression that his eyes were clear, then the Dark Lord after he came out gave them the impression that his eyes were sinister.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord did not look at any of them like this. Instead, he remained silent for a while, digesting the ferocious aura, and then slowly looked at everyone.

But it feels like this look is different from before.

It can't be said that. It should be said that it is different from before entering the diary, but it is similar to the Dark Lord they were familiar with...

Exactly the same.

"No wonder that's the case."

Voldemort murmured softly, looking at one of the seven people from time to time, feeling the emotions coming from them...

Complexity, chaos, greed, cruelty, disgust, fear, respect, reverence...

No one who looks at himself has pure thoughts.

Voldemort slowly closed his eyes and used this ability to feel Quirrell's soul. Fear, joy, and disgust came from above...

disgust?

"Quirrell."

Voldemort suddenly spoke, making the person in front of him stunned for a moment, but then he realized that the Dark Lord had not summoned any of them.

"What do you hate?" Voldemort asked.

"Crabbe, he complained that his master had hurt his soul," the soul in his mind answered.

Quirrell's disgust is becoming more intense. It turns out that I can also feel the emotions he exudes to others...

After thinking about it, Voldemort looked at Old Crabbe, listened attentively, and felt his emotions - dissatisfaction, very strong.

"Uh-huh."

The yew wand was taken out and pointed at Old Crabbe without stopping for a moment.

"Digging out the bones."

Voldemort's cold voice resounded in the basement, and at the same time there were the sounds of several Death Eaters taking a breath.

But these sounds were quickly obscured by Old Crabbe's wailing. Everyone looked at Voldemort in fear, and Lucius even had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"The painful feedback to him has also become more intense."

Voldemort whispered softly, as if he was making a rational analysis, which made everyone even more frightened - the familiar Dark Lord was back.

"The influence of black magic on me will also increase." After Voldemort sighed, he looked at Lucius, "What are you disappointed about?"

"Master...Master..."

"Call me Sir, or the Dark Lord." Voldemort said coldly, "To put it bluntly, you have lost this strength. Currently, only Quirrell can call me that."

"Gudu."

Lucius swallowed his spit, glanced at the struggling old Crabbe, and then quickly looked at Voldemort's feet, "Dear Dark Lord, I dare not be disappointed."

"No, Lucius, you didn't answer my question."

Voldemort suddenly shook his right hand, and the effect of the Cruciatus Curse suddenly increased. Old Crabbe's wailing became even more tragic, "Answer me, what are you disappointed about."

He said almost word for word.

"It's... it's your tyranny, the Dark Lord, that scares me." Lucius finally said his thoughts tremblingly. He knew that the Dark Lord who could peek into people's minds was back.

"Uh-huh."

Voldemort put away his wand, frowned and looked at Lucius for a while, and suddenly said: "You are right, Lucius. If this happens again in the future, you can tell me directly."

His words stunned everyone except the old Crabbe who was lying on the ground - has the Dark Lord changed again?

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with that, Lucius."

Voldemort approached him, stared into his eyes and asked, "Am I too merciful after my return? That gave you the illusion that you can complain about my orders?"

He stared firmly into Lucius's eyes, while Lucius looked at Voldemort's feet tremblingly.

The emotions conveyed more fear, and in addition, there was also a hint of hope...

Voldemort thought for a moment, looked to the lower left corner of his sight, and lit [Lin Zuo Moment].

In an instant, the violence in his heart was much less violent, but the noisy emotions still made it difficult for him to calm down.

I can't make good use of my telepathy talent... Voldemort sighed and took the initiative to turn off this talent.

At this point, the whole world is pure.

"I'm sorry, Dark Lord, it's my fault. I will educate Crabbe and punish him for complaining." Lucius said, kneeling down to apologize.

"Snapped."

Voldemort grabbed his arm and said with a smile, "Let's end this matter, Lucius. Don't take all the mistakes on yourself."

Lucius raised his head in surprise and looked at Voldemort in confusion - why had he changed back?

"After I came back this time, I became soft-hearted and kind-hearted."

After he helped Lucius up completely, he glanced at everyone and said, "But I am still the Dark Lord who makes the wizarding world fearful. I don't want you to test me with the kindness and reason I finally found."

"We don't dare, Dark Lord." Everyone said in unison - the old Crabbe who had just recovered a little also said in a low voice.

Voldemort walked towards Old Crabbe, took his arm and helped him up and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better now, Dark Lord."

When Voldemort helped Old Crabbe, he flinched, and then said without daring to move.

"Well, you deserve it. So many people can endure the pain, why can't you endure it?"

Faced with Voldemort's questioning, Old Crabsel didn't dare to speak.

"You, and old Gower."

Voldemort glanced at Old Gower, who immediately straightened his body and looked forward.

"You two are somewhat lacking in IQ. If you don't understand anything, just go ask Lucius for advice. If you have anything to say, just keep it to yourself and don't cause trouble for yourself, okay?"

Voldemort's words were sincere, but they didn't sound very nice, but the two stupid men nodded fiercely, as if they understood.

Lucius wiped the sweat from his head through his mask, thinking that his old buddy's trouble was over.

"I still believe in your loyalty, but in terms of actions, you are sometimes too reckless."

Voldemort said as he walked towards the diary and put it in his pocket, "From now on, listen more, read more, think more, and learn from Lucius, do you understand?"

"Understood, Dark Lord."

Several Death Eaters answered loudly, but they all felt a little weird. Why did they feel like they were back in Hogwarts?

Voldemort cut off the connection between several more people, and now the ceremony was over.

"That's it for today, please leave. I will call you when needed."

"As you command, Dark Lord."

Everyone responded and then filed away.