Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort made a bold decision and walked into the Black Fortress with red eyes.

When he walked out of it, the world of holy light the size of a glass bead had disappeared.

But if you look carefully at his right eye, you can still see a trace of red flame in the depths of that eye.

"What does the red flame represent?"

Voldemort murmured and looked up outside the diary. He saw Neville waving his sword.

His right eye glowed red, and in Voldemort's sight, Neville's body once again glowed with white light and red flames.

The white light is not particularly bright, and there is only a thin layer of red flame attached to the white light.

"Destiny, and offset destiny?"

Voldemort guessed, but he knew that more observations would be needed to get a more accurate answer.

Or, you can go to Trelawney. She can always overcome fate and will definitely be able to give him a good answer.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sound of writing sounded in the sky, Voldemort closed his red eyes, shook his left hand, and the magic book appeared in his hand.

"Wow~"

The pages of the book turned and stopped on one of the pages, and the words began to appear:

I still don't use edgeless blades enough. This comes from my inner fear of swords. After all, I have never used such a cutting sword with a bladeless blade.

Perhaps Professor Quirrell thinks highly of my bravery. I am not William Wallace, and using the weapons he used does not bring me more courage...

Voldemort frowned. He flipped through a few pages of the magic book and found that most of the content contained techniques for cutting swords.

There were some insights mixed in during this period, but more of it was self-denial.

Neville fell into a vicious circle, a vicious circle of self-denial.

After thinking for a moment, Voldemort waved his hand and grabbed a quill from the void:

If courage is a sword that still needs to be forged, then suffering is the hammer that falls on the sword.

My child, is your sword of courage broken?

Outside the diary world, Neville, who was writing rapidly, suddenly stopped writing.

He looked at the ink seeping out of the blank space at the bottom of the page and stared at this passage for a long time.

"Is your sword of courage broken? Is it broken?"

The sound of breathing became louder and louder. Neville dipped some ink and wrote under this paragraph, which was so strong that it penetrated the back of the paper:

No.

"call."

After writing these two words, he let out a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned again.

How did these two sentences appear?

However, before he could think of the answer, all the text on the page disappeared, and a new line of text reappeared:

Since there is no such thing, my child, why not pick up the chopping sword, wield the sharp blade, and regain your brave heart?

Neville was quite moved by these words.

The rising blood in him has not passed away, and the excitement in his heart is still there.

However, he glanced at the sword on the table and picked up the quill again:

Neville: Who are you?

Lord Voldemort: Mentor of the Demon Knight.

Neville: Magic Knight Mentor? What is a Demon Knight?

Voldemort: You can understand him as a magic knight.

Neville: Are you talking to me through the diary? Can I study with you?

Voldemort: The diary is me. I am a book that teaches the Demon Knight. The sword-cutting method you wrote awakened me.

Neville: Ah, this is amazing. How are you going to teach me?

Voldemort: First pick up your slashing sword and show me how to use it.

Neville immediately put down his pen, then picked up his sword again and began to dance gracefully.

But as he said, he didn't dare to try when it came to holding an edgeless sword in sword-cutting.

So, he returned to the desk again:

Neville: No, I still dare not hold the bladeless blade of the sword.

Voldemort: Practice with the scabbard on, then take it off when you get used to it.

Neville: Is this really okay?

Voldemort: Practice raising your sword a hundred times quickly with both hands and then remove the scabbard. You can do it.

Neville: I'll try.

Voldemort looked through the instructions for using the sword that Neville had written in his notebook and gave his own instructions. This was not a difficult task for him.

The stupidest way to overcome psychological barriers is to face your heart.

Everyone knows that it is a psychological problem. If it can be solved by facing it a few times, what is it called a psychological problem?

The best way to solve psychological problems is to avoid the problem and get over it.

It seems weak, but as long as you step through it once in practice and look back, this problem will not be serious.

This was a trick, and it wasn't useful for all psychological problems, but it suited Neville just fine.

When Neville put the scabbard on the sword, held the hilt with one hand and the scabbard with the other hand, and tried to lift it with both hands, there was no mental barrier at all.

This is for sure, it is protected by the scabbard, and Neville is not a fool, so of course he is not afraid.

When he did this action a hundred times and formed a short-term physical memory, Voldemort asked him to quickly remove the scabbard and do it again.

At first, he was still a little scared.

But he gritted his teeth, was cruel, and used both hands to lift her up.

"call."

Holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, his right hand naturally rested on the cold edgeless sword, and his body twisted quickly.

The sword wind sounded, and Neville was stunned on the spot. Then he put down his sword in surprise and couldn't wait to come to the diary:

Neville: I did it, Master Swordsman, I did it, did you see it?

Voldemort: You see, boy, this is easy for you, isn't it?

Neville: Yes, it's too simple, but why didn't I dare before? Am I too timid?

Voldemort: You need guidance, my boy. That is what I am worth.

Neville: Thank you so much, Master Swordsman. You remind me of a professor I had before.

Voldemort: I don't care about anyone else but you. I exist to guide you, my child. Don't stop. Keep practicing.

Of course Voldemort knew who the professor he was talking about was, but he felt there was no need to discuss Quirrell with him.

At that time, gaining Neville's trust faster was the most important thing.

He has completed the fusion of souls. Now he only needs to take back the crown and prepare to leave.

After receiving Voldemort's guidance, Neville improved much faster.

He spent the entire afternoon wielding his sword in the dormitory.

Voldemort took the time to look at how to use the sword. This part was not complicated.

He has experience in learning close combat. Although it does not involve weapons, with this sword manual and his knowledge, it will not be a big problem to guide Neville.

In this way, the two of them taught and learned, and the time soon came to night:

Neville: I'm going to have dinner, Master Magic Knight. I'll be back soon to accept your advice.

Voldemort: Go ahead, there's no need to rush.

Neville closed the diary and turned around to leave, when Ron walked in.

"Patient with the Forgetting Curse, did you forget to eat dinner?" He asked, raising his head.

Neville's face turned red when he was told this, but he didn't refute and just left quickly.

Voldemort in the diary looked at Ron in surprise.

In his red right eye that lit up, the red flame on Ron's body was more than half a foot high.