Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Before the sorting hat fell completely on Riddle's head, he loudly announced the answer: "Slytherin~~"

The Slytherin table burst into applause, and Riddle walked over there expressionlessly. He saw Malfoy smiling and applauding him.

"I just said you should be a Slytherin." Malfoy said before he sat down.

Riddle nodded at him but said nothing more, which Malfoy wasn't surprised about.

Starting from the second half of the train, Riddle tried Occlumency and asked him many questions.

It must be said that Riddle's magical talent surprised Malfoy.

Before they even got out of the car, the eyes of this poor-looking little man had already become hollow.

"What a gift, Tom." Malfoy told him at the time, and he meant it.

"This magic requires willpower, Abu, this is what I am good at." Riddle replied with a blank look.

He was indeed good at this. Even when facing the shocking castle, his eyes that had just become a little empty showed no emotion.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was the attention directed at him at the professor's table - the person he hated a little was looking at him in surprise.

But Riddle didn't care about him. He knew that these professors were like the managers of the orphanage and had supreme rights in their own territories. Riddle didn't feel that he had the strength to challenge this right.

He needs to be more low-key before he learns the feared black magic.

Therefore, he could only ignore that person instead of tit for tat.

From the next day, Riddle officially started learning magic.

This excites him, but something unpleasant always happens.

Slytherin is not a house that a poor person should enter.

Yes, almost everyone here lives in the wizarding world, except himself.

This caused him to be discriminated against, and someone said to him: "You should go to Hufflepuff because people there also wear second-hand wizard robes."

This man's words caused everyone to laugh, but he didn't really care.

In the orphanage, people rarely talked about clothes, fists were the last word, so he spent all his time learning magic.

Of course, what he studied most diligently was Occlumency - because of his psychic perception, he was very afraid of others peering into his thoughts.

"I can help you teach those guys who laughed at you a lesson, Tom, if you need me to."

Malfoy, who learned that Riddle was being laughed at, grabbed him one day and whispered.

"It doesn't need to be like this, Abu, this is just a small trouble." Riddle said with the corner of his mouth raised.

Really, it's just a minor annoyance.

He didn't even retaliate because he didn't want to attract the attention of any professor until he had mastered Occlumency to a certain level.

Life was moving forward in a busy manner, and Riddle was eagerly absorbing the knowledge of Hogwarts.

He walked quietly in the castle, running between classrooms, libraries, auditoriums and dormitories.

"Play Quidditch, Tom, you need to participate in some extracurricular activities." Before Christmas, Malfoy came to him and said.

"I don't like those, Abu." Riddle said politely with a smile, "I prefer to be immersed in the ocean of magic."

Malfoy nodded, saying nothing more.

In more than three months, he saw amazing changes in this junior.

He slowly became gentle from a cold person who didn't know how to communicate with others.

And the emptiness in his eyes was quickly replaced by calmness - that was a change that could only be made after Occlumency had been learned to a certain extent.

Not only that, he also found that this junior was learning some of his habits, such as elegant conversation and aristocratic etiquette.

He absorbed everything around him, the most of which was definitely magic knowledge, but it was definitely more than that.

"If you need anything, come to me, Tom, you know I will help you." After saying this, he said hello and left.

Riddle always smiled, but except for that inquiry on the train, he never asked Malfoy for anything.

There are enough professors here who are willing to share about themselves.

And he discovered that not everyone was like Dumbledore, who would isolate his spiritual perception.

Most professors, in his opinion, are as pure as a blank sheet of paper and have no more thoughts than students.

This is simply a world full of idiots, and he can handle it all with ease, except for that annoying Dumbledore, who is always watching him like a voyeur.

However, Riddle was not afraid of him because he never broke the rules.

Life looks good, at least much better than in the orphanage.

But it wasn't completely free of troubles. For example, he couldn't forget the black magic that wizards were afraid of, and he hadn't learned it for a long time.

After checking the information, he discovered that there was a magic school called Durmstrang, which actually taught black magic openly.

This made him a little angry. If that school invited him, he might be happier.

But now it seems that everything is too late, because he has already arrived at Hogwarts.

“I hope I have the opportunity to study there in the future.”

Riddle, who has yet to find a way to learn black magic, sometimes thinks this way.

Apart from this incident, Hogwarts was still very satisfying to him.

As the school year progressed, his talent gradually emerged, and almost no academic content could stump him.

Transfiguration, Potions, Charms... He performed well in all of them, and every teacher praised him, except Dumbledore.

Oh, and there's the flying lesson professor, who's also a little dissatisfied with Riddle.

"Go fly for a while, Riddle, that will make you happy."

She often said this to Riddle, but all she got was a sweet smile, and then she would see Riddle bury his head in the book again.

The flying class professor was a little dissatisfied with this, but there was really nothing she could do with this well-behaved, gentle, and sweet-looking boy.

When he smiled, the flying lesson professor's heart broke.

I have to say that Riddle's appearance is so lethal.

Many girls will talk about him behind his back, saying that he will become a handsome boy when he grows up.

Riddle didn't care.

He cares more about black magic than looks, because that is the fist of the orphanage.

But fists are what he wants.

But he also suffered a lot because of his appearance, because some students would be jealous of him, so they belittled him and even tried to bully him.

But no one can take advantage of him. As long as they dare to take action, Riddle is never timid.

"Don't mess with that kid, he's scary when he's fierce."

Such remarks are circulating among the lower-grade students of Slytherin.

When some people hear these remarks, they will touch their necks, and some will tighten their legs.

Riddle never cares about these remarks, and he will not take the initiative to attack anyone, because he likes this new world, and there are too many things he likes here.

Especially the library. He wanted to build a floor there, but unfortunately his application was not approved.

But no matter what, this was a year that made him happy. He just hated that time passed so fast.

An eleven-year-old, short, thin and handsome boy, what bad intentions could he have?

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