Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

A look of sadness appeared on Dumbledore's face, but he said nothing to Snape immediately.

"I'm fine, Harry, you can go back."

he said to Harry, trying to smile.

Harry nodded, glanced at Snape, and quickly walked down the stairs and disappeared into the principal's office.

"Who touched that ring?" Dumbledore suddenly asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, which pointed the way for Dumbledore.

"You shouldn't take it with you, Dumbledore. That temptation is clearly not credible."

Snape had no embarrassment and criticized Dumbledore directly.

"Yeah, I'm too greedy."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile as he reopened the box and saw Marvolo Gaunt's ring again.

There was still a flash of desire deep in the old man's eyes.

"McGonagall, please give me the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall.

"You need to rest, Principal." McGonagall advised, "No matter what you have to do, please do it tomorrow."

"No, McGonagall." Dumbledore's voice was still weak, but his tone was unusually firm, "I need to confirm my courage, maybe it has been exhausted."

Although Mag didn't understand what he meant, the firmness in his tone could still be heard.

He turned around helplessly, took the old Sorting Hat, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Every time I see him, I remember the first time I put it on."

Dumbledore held the Sorting Hat and said, "I really hope that when I wake up, it's still the same as before."

With tears in his eyes, he finished speaking affectionately and put the hat on his head.

Then he closed his eyes tightly, and neither Snape nor McGonagall knew what he was going to do.

But after a moment of waiting, Dumbledore put his left hand against his forehead and reached into the hat.

When his hand came out again, he had pulled out a sword inlaid with a ruby.

"Gryffindor's sword?"

McGonagall cried out in surprise, and Snape's empty eyes became deeper at this moment.

"Yes, but I'm not sure it can destroy the ring."

Dumbledore held the sword in his left hand and tried to slash at the ring.

But his hands were too weak to do this.

"Severus, can you help me?" he turned to Snape and asked.

"Don't test me, Dumbledore, I won't do that." Snape decisively refused.

Dumbledore smiled at him and then looked at McGonagall.

"OK."

Without saying a word, Professor McGonagall took the sword and slashed at it.

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, the ring exploded and hit the wall, then fell to the ground and rolled several times.

"It seems that this is not enough." Dumbledore frowned and said, "Try other methods."

After he finished speaking, Professor McGonagall added a magic spell to the sword and tried again, but unfortunately it still didn't work.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked Snape.

"I don't know, principal, if nothing happens, I'll go back first..."

"You know," Dumbledore interrupted Snape, "I won't let you leave, Severus."

Snape frowned, but ultimately said nothing.

"Perhaps more special magic is needed." Professor McGonagall frowned and said.

"The Blade Curse doesn't work, Mag. It proves that physical damage is of little significance. We have to start with magic."

Dumbledore tilted his head back, as if thinking about something.

Professor McGonagall once again tried to use magic on the sword, this time of the fire type.

But the long sword directly repels the flames. It seems to be incompatible with flames.

Mag had to try again, but after several attempts, the ring remained the same.

Dumbledore suddenly lowered his head and looked at his withered right hand.

"Fire fire may be useful, Mag."

McGonagall stopped chopping and then looked at Dumbledore, as if asking if he was sure he wanted to do that.

Dumbledore nodded, and McGonagall immediately took out her wand.

"Wait a minute."

Dumbledore suddenly stopped, which made McGonagall look at him doubtfully, "I'm afraid there is still protection here. If it's a curse... maybe physical damage is safer."

Mag obediently put away her wand. She was rational and never tried to be stubborn.

"Try applying the basilisk's venom to Gryffindor's sword. It's very corrosive." Dumbledore suggested.

"Isn't it resistant to fire and venom?" Mag asked, raising the sword in his hand.

"As far as I know, there is no defense." Dumbledore said, "And it is very likely that it will be absorbed."

Professor McGonagall nodded, turned to Dumbledore's storage room, and found a black bottle inside.

She began to apply venom to the sword, looking very cautious.

"Do you insist that I stay here?" Snape asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, Severus, I have something to tell you after destroying it," Dumbledore said.

"I feel even more that you want me to witness this process with my own eyes."

Snape said angrily, but he did not choose to leave and still stood upright.

Dumbledore shrugged and said he would say no more.

At this moment, Mag had already walked back with the sword coated with venom.

"Bang."

After slashing hard, the ring was broken in an instant.

"Hiss~"

A burst of black air spurted out, accompanied by a painful scream.

All three of them ducked backwards.

After the black mist passed, black liquid flowed out of the ring parked on the ground.

…

Malfoy Manor, basement.

Voldemort's wand was pointed at Abu, and he was cursing in reverse.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the depths of his soul.

"Ah~"

He let out a brief roar of pain, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

"What's wrong?" Lucius asked nervously.

Voldemort endured the pain and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

But his fierce gaze didn't look like he was okay.

"Do you need a pause?" Abu asked Voldemort.

"No need, Senior Abu." An evil smile appeared on Voldemort's face, "I can just add some more seasoning to the curse. I think this is enough for him to bear."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved his wand fiercely.

The pain he had just experienced was slowly peeled away from his mind, and then thrown towards the unfinished curse.

"Ah~ah~~"

That painful memory seemed to have its own soul. After shooting the wand, it kept wailing.

Without the suppression of Voldemort's will, the pain was so real.

When it fell on Abu and merged into the curse, Abu also experienced this pain.

He screamed miserably and almost fainted from the pain in an instant.

"Father."

Lucius couldn't help but pounce on Abu, but with a flick of Voldemort's wand, he flew far away with a "bang".

"Quiet, stupid Lucius."

Voldemort's deep voice echoed in the basement.

As the curse was completed, Abu, who had come out of the pain, looked at Voldemort with strange eyes.

"What kind of pain is that, Tom?" There was still fear in Abu's voice, "I simply don't dare to think about what I just experienced."

"A feeling of tearing in the soul, Senior Abu." Voldemort said with a smile, "If I'm lucky, I will never experience this kind of pain again."