Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Expelliarmus."

Neville raised his wand and cast magic on an ornament in the distance.

"puff."

The head of the wand bloomed with red light, but it was like a fart, and no magic spell appeared.

"Be firm, Neville, let your..."

Mrs. Longbottom spoke dissatisfiedly, but was quickly interrupted by Voldemort.

"Perhaps we should try another way, ma'am."

Voldemort said, and then motioned for Neville to come to him.

This time Mrs. Longbottom hesitated, while Neville walked towards Voldemort without hesitation.

"Be firm and try to mobilize more magic. You can do it."

Voldemort said, reaching out and patting his head.

At the same time, he controlled his mental power to enter Neville's mind and hit his mental thorn.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound in Neville's mind.

He waved his wand without hesitation, without even speaking the spell.

"call."

The red curse spurted out, directly hitting the jewelry not far away and shooting electricity towards Neville.

"Snapped."

Neville caught the ornament, an expression of disbelief on his own face.

Not only him, but also Mrs. Longbottom and Luna's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh my god, how did you do that?"

Mrs. Longbottom stood up excitedly and came to Neville's side, asking in surprise.

Being able to successfully use the disarming spell is surprising enough, let alone a silent spell.

Mrs. Longbottom even felt for a time that everything just happened was an illusion.

"He has a strong mind, ma'am, and he has the same gifts as me."

Voldemort said, "But you and your family have put too much pressure on him, and his mental power has not been well developed - maybe because the magic riots when he was young were not enough - so he needs a good teacher. "

Mrs. Longbottom was silent. He glanced at Voldemort. The disgust was still there, but it was not as strong as before.

"I must apologize for the harm I have caused to you and your children by those who served me."

Voldemort stood up and bowed slightly to Mrs. Longbottom.

This was obviously beyond the old man's expectation. She avoided it in surprise, and then said angrily: "I will not accept your apology, my two children..."

"That's exactly why I'm here, Mrs. Longbottom."

Voldemort interrupted her again, "I will work hard to restore them to normal to make up for the mistakes committed by those who are loyal to me."

"You can do it?" Mrs. Longbottom asked in surprise.

"I have some ideas, ma'am, but I still need some preparation, and..."

Voldemort said, his eyes falling on Neville again. Obviously, this was the reason why he did all this.

Mrs. Longbottom frowned. She hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment.

"I can't accept it," she said irritably. "If they know it was you who saved them, they will only be angrier."

"Even if they wake up and see Neville, it won't be enough to offset this anger?" Voldemort asked.

Obviously, these words stung Mrs. Longbottom's weakness. She opened her mouth, but no word came out.

"We always have to bow to fate, ma'am."

Voldemort reached out and touched Neville's head. Mrs. Longbottom wanted to stop him, but she hesitated and did nothing.

"On the one hand, I fell into infinite resentment, accepting the mediocrity of my grandson, and the coma of my son and daughter-in-law."

"On the other hand, let me be your grandson's teacher and get a powerful grandson, plus the possibility of his son and daughter-in-law waking up."

"Mrs. Longbottom, I await your choice."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he sat down again, picked up the chocolate milk, and drank it slowly.

"She will agree." Luna came over and whispered to Voldemort.

"How do you know?" Voldemort glanced at the old woman, who was still struggling.

"Intuition, Voldemort, this is my intuition."

As soon as Luna finished speaking, Mrs. Longbottom spoke: "How can I believe that you are not lying to me? Besides, I will not let my grandson become a Death Eater."

"Of course he won't become a Death Eater, but he needs to stay with me."

Voldemort put down the cup and said happily, "We can use the Unbreakable Vow, madam. I believe that is enough magic to put your mind at ease."

Mrs. Longbottom's eyes widened, obviously surprised by Voldemort's decision.

"What do you want from him?" she asked loudly, her voice even trembling.

"I need a disciple who is loyal, brave and powerful enough." Voldemort said without hesitation.

He never hesitates to express his true inner thoughts, even if they are evil.

"hiss."

The old woman took a breath, surprised by Voldemort's answer.

"I can't let Neville be controlled by you, Voldemort, even if you kill him now..."

"I didn't say I wanted to control him, madam." Voldemort frowned and interrupted her, "He can choose when to help me and when not to help me. Like those Death Eaters, he is free."

"He will not become a Death Eater," the old woman shouted, almost biting Voldemort's words.

"Neville will not be a Death Eater, he will be my apprentice."

Voldemort rubbed his temples. He was disgusted with his bad reputation.

"It's up to me to confirm the content of the oath." The old woman said again.

"Of course, but I need him to answer my vows."

"What is it?"

"As long as it does not violate his subjective will, obey my instructions and protect my life." Voldemort said immediately.

The old woman frowned, and he glanced at Neville and then at Voldemort.

It was not difficult to see in her eyes that she wanted to refuse.

But she obviously knew that Voldemort would not be able to teach Neville without any conditions.

Of course, teaching Neville is not the most important thing. What is really important is saving her two children.

"good."

Finally, the old man agreed to Voldemort, but she still needed to sort out the contents of the oath.

Obviously, she was very cautious about this and went to the house to take out paper and pen.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The quill scratched the paper, and paragraphs of text appeared. Voldemort glanced at it from a distance and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Unbreakable vows do require many oaths to qualify each other.

However, is it really good for you to write the entire article like this?

"Mrs. Longbottom."

Voldemort couldn't help but said, "Although it is rude to interrupt your creation rashly, are you sure you are not writing a novel?"

Mrs. Longbottom blinked, then blushed, and she realized her problem.

"Be concise. Also, I won't agree to requests that are too excessive."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he glanced at the content on the paper and said, "Also, don't think about using this oath to bind me and not allow me to kill Muggles. Haha, do you want me to kill you first?"

When Voldemort said the last part, his eyes became fierce.

This old lady is so courageous!