Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Is mist witchcraft very powerful?"

Luna asked Voldemort as the three of them walked through the small square of Godric's Hollow.

"Not powerful, Luna, but that suits you."

Voldemort answered while watching the war monument-like building transform into statues of three people:

A man with disheveled hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful and kind appearance, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

"Those are Harry's parents? The people you killed?"

Luna suddenly stopped and looked at the transformed statue and asked.

"Yes."

Voldemort also stopped and took a closer look at the three people in the statue.

James Potter was almost gone from his memory.

It was Lily Potter, because she had sneaked into Harry's dream a few days ago, allowing Voldemort to recognize her.

"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

Luna turned her head, curiosity shining in her slightly raised eyes.

"I don't feel anything."

Voldemort smiled at her, shrugged and explained.

"When you use magic spells to kill enemies from a distance, because the scene is not very bloody, there is... no feeling."

"What about the backlash of black magic?" Luna asked.

"This needs to be digested, but Luna, as long as you are not a good person and don't kill people often, that thing won't have a great impact on you."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he walked out of the small square.

Neville hurriedly twisted his fat body to catch up, and Luna took one more look at the statue before leaving.

"Why don't you teach me powerful witchcraft? Am I not suitable?"

Luna, who caught up, asked slightly breathlessly.

"No, it's just that genre is more suitable for you." Voldemort replied.

"Why?"

The little girl followed Voldemort with small steps and kept asking questions.

"Because of intuition." Voldemort stopped and looked at Luna, "Your extraordinary intuition is very suitable for mist witchcraft, which is a very weird genre."

"How weird is it?" Luna continued to ask.

"Hmm~" Voldemort sighed.

He knew that if Luna couldn't answer all her doubts, she would definitely keep asking questions.

So he decided to stop and finish talking before going on his way.

"It's a compound witchcraft. Maybe calling it witchcraft is too understatement. It's more like... a witchcraft ritual with a summoning nature."

Voldemort thought thoughtfully and said, "Build a misty world, which is the mist wand, then open up the space in the mist wand, and add ghost-like magical creatures to it autonomously or disorderly. That's basically it."

"The fog we saw there can be put into the fog wand?" The little guy became interested and asked with bright eyes.

"Yes, most of the time, you can't put the fog into the fog staff. It is not conducive to the cultivation of ghost-like magical creatures."

Voldemort paused after speaking, and then said, "However, the Mist needs nourishment."

"What nourishment."

"This is determined by ghostly magical creatures in the mist."

Voldemort said, and started to walk forward again, "Generally speaking, some living people are enough, but people are also needed in special circumstances."

"Human? Nutrition?" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise.

Voldemort nodded, he didn't think there was any problem.

"Isn't this too cruel?" the little girl asked.

"There are many damn people in this world, Luna, just treat them as punishment." Voldemort said nonchalantly.

At the same time, he already saw his goal.

Luna wanted to ask something else, but Voldemort waved his hand and motioned for her to wait.

"This is where?"

Luna couldn't help but ask, but she changed the topic.

"The ancestral home of the Potter family."

Voldemort said softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the dead souls here.

"What are you doing here?"

Luna asked doubtfully, and Neville beside him was already trembling with fear - this little wizard was actually afraid of ghosts.

"Looking for my old friend." Voldemort still said in a soft voice.

Luna looked at him with strange eyes. She thought Voldemort looked strange at this time.

From the moment of contact to the present, in Luna's eyes, Voldemort is extremely hypocritical:

The smile that twitches the corners of the mouth, the gentle words, and the politeness and politeness.

But at this moment, she discovered that Voldemort had changed.

The man in front of him seemed to be really passionate about the thing he was looking for.

"What could it be?" she couldn't help but think.

"I...I won't go in."

Just when Luna was about to step into this old house, Neville suddenly said.

"up to you."

Luna was too lazy to pay attention to him, and without saying a word, she followed Voldemort's footsteps to the second floor.

Voldemort didn't walk very fast. He seemed to be very concerned about the dust. He picked up his robe and walked cautiously to the second floor.

"Thum, thump, thump..."

Luna didn't care about the dust, she ran up unscrupulously.

"Be gentle, be gentle Luna."

Voldemort said with some annoyance, because Luna made the old wooden stairs become dusty.

"Use the flying spell, Voldemort, that's faster." Luna pushed Voldemort upwards, she thought it was fun.

"No, Luna, that would be disrespectful to an old friend of mine."

Voldemort said and quickened his pace to go upstairs. He really didn't like the feeling of being pushed by Luna.

He quickly came upstairs. The wizard's robe was inevitably covered with dust, but Voldemort couldn't care about that.

He knelt down and walked towards the bed, then squatted down gently and reached under the bed.

That cautious look made Luna feel that there was a child under the bed waiting to be rescued by the adult in front of her.

However, there was no child, and Voldemort just took out a dusty wand from there.

"my old friend."

Voldemort dragged him with his hands and felt his heart melt.

He could feel that the wand was also unusually happy.

"Is this your wand?" Luna stepped forward and asked.

Voldemort nodded and blew gently.

"call."

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and Luna, who was walking over, was instantly squinted.

"Oh, it hurts me so much."

She shouted angrily, complaining in her heart that Voldemort didn't care about her feelings.

"Clear water is like a spring."

With her eyes closed, Luna heard Voldemort chanting the curse.

"Flush your eyes, Luna, it'll help."

Luna hurriedly reached out to the water spring, then took a handful and sprinkled it into her eyes.

"Isn't it particularly sweet?" Voldemort's voice sounded again.

"What?" Luna asked confused.

She had no idea what Voldemort was talking about, and she didn't drink the water.

"Isn't the water produced by my wand using the water-generating spell particularly sweet?" Voldemort asked again.

If her eyes hadn't hurt so much, Luna would have given Voldemort a roll of her eyes.

It’s just a magic wand, so why is it so sweet?

"It seems you don't understand."

When Luna slowly opened her eyes, she happened to hear Voldemort's voice.

"I just feel it's very sweet."

When she heard this, she saw Voldemort pointing his wand at her mouth.

He was really drinking water.