Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort was certain that Neville had awakened his magical talents.

Ginny, Hermione, Draco, including Percy.

Of all the people Voldemort had come into contact with, perhaps only he and Dumbledore had stronger mental powers than him.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, most likely relied on acquired training to reach this level.

Neville was different from himself.

Their mental strength is a kind of talent.

And talent determines a person's success.

If I could truly conquer him...

"Conquer me?" Neville asked doubtfully.

"We'll talk later, Neville, let me finish communicating with Professor Trelawney first," Voldemort said soothingly.

Then, he controlled Neville's body to raise his head, just in time to catch Trelawney's eyes, who was very close to her.

Voldemort saw that Trelawney's expression changed from concern to surprise, and then she let out a short cry of fright and sat down on the ground.

"It's the Red Sea Third Eye, it's the Red Sea Third Eye..."

Her eyes widened and she stared at Voldemort's right eye, as if she had seen something extraordinary.

"What's the Red Sea Third Eye, Professor?"

Voldemort asked as he transformed a mirror in front of him.

He saw Neville's right eye in the mirror. There was still blood at the corner of the eye, and the eye had turned red.

"I've seen it, I've seen it..."

Trelawney went crazy again.

She got up from the ground, ran to [Cassandra's Prophet's Notes], and rummaged through it quickly.

At first she was flipping through page after page, but then she simply turned to the next few pages, and then stopped suddenly.

"that's it."

Voldemort turned his attention away from Trelawney. He had just been examining the white light and fire on her body.

Shining brighter than Ron, but not as good as Harry.

His eyes followed Trelawney's trembling fingers and looked at the opened page:

A pair of red eyes seemed to be staring at him through the pages of the book and time and space.

"Hiss~~"

Voldemort gasped, he was frightened by the strangeness in those eyes.

"The little Eye of Thutmose, Neville, can your third eye resonate with it?" Trelawney asked nervously.

Voldemort raised his head and glanced at Trelawney, but she deliberately avoided her.

Looking at those eyes again, Voldemort did not immediately try to find resonance, but looked at the words above the eyes:

The Eye of Little Thutmose.

Red Sea Third Eye.

There were two names written on it.

"Who is little Thutmose?" Voldemort asked Trelawney.

"The name of a person in ancient Egypt, more accurately, the nickname of that person."

Voldemort looked at Trelawney: "Then what is his name?"

"I don't know." Trelawney was still avoiding his eyes. "Ancient Egyptian wizards all have two names. The nickname is used to refer to them. The first name is the real name and will not be told to others."

Voldemort nodded and looked into those red eyes again.

"But he also has a name, you must know it." Trelawney said.

"what is it call?"

"Moses."

"Which Moses?"

"That's the Moses you think of."

Voldemort blinked: "The Moses who parted the Red Sea?"

"Yes, so these eyes are also called the Red Sea Eyes." Trelawney said, pointing to the name on the page.

Voldemort nodded in surprise. He really didn't expect these eyes to have such an origin.

"Watch it, Neville, and see if it resonates," Trelawney said again.

Voldemort nodded, looked into those strange red eyes, and asked at the same time: "What is resonance?"

Before Trelawney could answer, Voldemort's right eye seemed to travel through time, seeing scenes he had never seen before:

There are unusually magnificent halls, overflowing frogs, and the Red Sea lining both sides...

"I don't know, Neville, it's up to you to judge, but..."

"I should have resonated with it, Professor, does this mean that my eye is the same as Moses' eyes?" Voldemort interrupted Trelawney and asked.

"Oh my God."

Trelawney covered her mouth in surprise. She walked around the table and ran to Voldemort. She stared into his red eyes for a while, then ran away and read the small print at the bottom of the book.

"No one ever thought that these two third eyes would appear again, my God..."

"Professor, there is only one of it, and what is its function?"

"I don't know, no, I mean, I can't quite decipher it."

Trelawney became confused again. She worked hard to organize her words and said, "The white light represents the children of destiny. They are the darlings of the river of destiny, pushing the waves of destiny forward."

Voldemort nodded slowly while thinking about the dazzling white light on Harry.

"What about the red flame, Professor?"

"That's the hard part, Neville."

Trelawney pointed to the words in the book and said, "My great ancestor believed that Moses gave his brother a gold ring, which represented his unique love for gold. So he guessed that gold in the Red Sea Tianmu represents It means recognition.”

Voldemort frowned. He had never seen golden light or fire.

"My ancestor also guessed that there should be another color that represents rejection." After Trelawney finished speaking, she suddenly looked up at Voldemort.

"Reject?" Voldemort chewed on the meaning of the word.

"No, not necessarily rejection, just like approval."

Trelawney hurriedly said, "Gold represents compliance, the good side, and approval. The other color, red, should represent its opposite."

"Resist fate?" Voldemort asked.

"You can say that, but Neville, we usually don't use words like "resistance" and "rejection" when it comes to destiny, but adapt or change." Trelawney said quickly as if she was frightened.

"Changing fate." A smile broke out on Voldemort's face, "In other words, the red flames I can see represent that fate is being changed?"

Joy welled up deep within, Voldemort would have been delighted if that was the case.

"That seems to be the case so far."

Trelawney didn't think there was anything wrong. She just asked curiously, "Neville, whose fate did you see changed?"

"I don't know the person who passed by in Diagon Alley." Voldemort lied.

"Then... what about me, Neville." Trelawney looked at him nervously and asked, "What do you see in me?"

Voldemort looked at her and frowned.

This made Trelawney even more nervous.

"Red flames, Professor, not many, but certainly..."

"Merlin's beard..." Trelawney shouted in pain, "I actually betrayed my fate. Is it because I wanted to find Quirrell?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Look again, Neville, is there a gold one?" Trelawney asked.

"Just now when you were talking about Quirrell, there was a flash of golden light." Voldemort began to lie again. He was always good at this, "But I'm not sure, Professor, that was too fast."

"Really?" Trelawney became happy again, "Maybe if I go to find Quirrell, I will accept my fate."

As soon as she finished speaking, in Voldemort's sight, the red flame instantly became much more powerful.

Sure enough, changing the trajectory of fate will affect the red flame... Voldemort thought seriously.