Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Throughout his sophomore year, he was busy building the Walpurgis Cavaliers team.

This affected his studies for a time, and even almost made his plan to study the fourth grade coursework in advance come to nothing.

But fortunately, the construction of the knight team was quickly completed, and Voldemort turned his energy back to the study of magic.

The benefits of establishing a knight team suddenly became apparent at this time.

"dark magic?"

During the team meeting, senior Edward looked at Riddle in confusion, "Is it too early to study in the second grade?"

"Is there any problem?" Riddle asked.

"Black magic is extremely evil and cruel. Learning and using it will backfire on your will and lead you into darkness."

Senior Edward thought thoughtfully and said, "The will of the second graders is not strong enough, I think, maybe more..."

"Let them try it, Edward, starting with the easy dark magic."

Senior Henry, the second-in-command chosen by Voldemort, played a role, and he behaved more radically.

"Then give it a try." After thinking for a moment, Senior Edward also chose to support it, "I will find some simple black magic from the family library."

This answer excited Riddle, who had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Not long after, Senior Edward brought him his first black magic:

Oolong comes out of the hole.

"The spell is not complicated, and it doesn't require too powerful magic power, but..." Senior Edward frowned, "It requires powerful bloodthirsty evil thoughts to summon it."

"Is it difficult?"

Tommen said, and after memorizing the spell, he started to use it, but the front part of his wand only exploded with some black smoke, and there was nothing more.

"This is different from a simple summoning spell. The black snake is bloodthirsty. It must have the idea of ​​cruelly harming the opponent in its mind, and has a bloodthirsty consciousness." Senior Edward said, demonstrating it for everyone.

The head of his wand exploded, and a long, dark python sprang out. It held its head high and patrolled around, looking for a target to attack ferociously.

"Bang."

Senior Edward swung his wand, and the python turned into black smoke and disappeared: "I can't control its bloodthirsty thoughts. If the curse is not stopped quickly, some of us may be harmed."

"Will it bite you?" Avery asked in surprise.

"Yes, black magic is always too evil." Senior Edward shrugged and said, "This is why I don't recommend you to learn it too early."

However, just as he was speaking, Riddle raised his wand: "An own mistake came out of the hole."

He recited the spell accurately, and then the head of the wand exploded, and a thicker black python crawled out.

It held its head high like the snake before, but the room was a little too tight for it and it had to hunch over.

"Oh my god..." Avery said in surprise, "How can it be so big?"

"Magic power and bloodlust can determine his size." Senior Edward looked at Riddle with some horror and said, "Tom, are you sure you can control it?"

"OK." Riddle nodded, then looked at the giant python, "Hiss~~"

After the strange sound, the python's head slowly lowered, as if to express submission.

"Are you a Parselmouth?" Senior Edward asked in surprise.

"Yes, as far as I know this is not a great talent."

Riddle said, slowly moving forward and standing on the python's head. As the python's head slowly lifted off the ground, "This feels much better than riding a broomstick."

"This is the first time I've seen someone control a black snake so well, Tom." Edward looked at Riddle and said, "Besides, Parseltongues are rare."

"Helpo, Salazar, and Parasir, you can find three of them just by looking through the history of magic." Riddle curled his lips and said.

"No, you don't understand, Tom." Senior Tommen Mulciber also said, "Parseltongue can be passed down through blood, which means... you are likely to be a descendant of one of the above three people."

Riddle, who was feeling the charm of black magic, was stunned on the spot. He asked the python to put him down, waved his hand to end the effect of the spell, and then looked at Senior Tommen: "Really?"

"I don't need to lie to you, Tom." Senior Tomman said excitedly, "I have known for a long time that you must come from an extraordinary pure-blood family. Your talent and intelligence have already proven everything."

"Helpo, Salazar, Paraser..." Riddle couldn't help but murmur, thinking about which one of the three he would be a descendant of.

"There are more, Tom." The little follower Geraint Nott said, "There are not all the characters recorded in the history of magic. I can help you look it up in the family records."

"I will do the same, Tom. We will find the root of your bloodline. Your black magic talent proves that your ancestor must be a powerful pure-blood dark wizard." Senior Edward also said excitedly.

In fact, everyone is very concerned about Riddle's family background.

Although Riddle used his talent and strength to form a team of knights with them, if he was not a member of a pure-blood family, it would still make everyone feel uncomfortable.

Purebloods' contempt for Muggles has long penetrated into their bloodline, and they care about this very much.

"Then I'll trouble you, but before that." Riddle looked at the crowd and said with a greedy light in his eyes, "Are there more black magics? I can't wait to learn them."

"Of course, Tom, I will get you more, including the three unforgivable curses." Senior Edward said excitedly.

They were all shocked by Riddle's talent for dark magic. At the same time, they were also shocked by Riddle's Parseltongue - it was almost a symbol of noble status and synonymous with the bloodline of powerful dark wizards.

The only Parseltongue known to be non-Dark Wizard's was that Riddle mentioned Parather among those names.

But he was the top alchemist of his time and a medical genius.

"I'm looking forward to those three spells, Senior Edward." Riddle said.

"Don't call me senior, Tom, just call me Edward." Edward said with a sincere smile.

"Okay, Edward." Voldemort responded with a smile.

After this day, Voldemort completely integrated into the team, and his status began to become important.

But Riddle did not show more desire for power. He was addicted to the ocean of magic. Although he was more interested in black magic, he did not stop learning other magic.

Time quickly came to the end of this school year, and Riddle completed his set goal:

Complete all fourth grade courses.

In addition, he also learned a lot of black magic, but the only thing that dissatisfied him was that he failed to learn the three unforgivable curses.

Hogwarts was not the right place for learning that kind of magic, and several families were reluctant to provide them with relevant books because they didn't want to get into trouble.

Therefore, Riddle had to postpone the study of these three dark arts to the summer vacation, but fortunately the summer vacation came soon.