Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Lupin, what's going on?"

Hagrid asked curiously when he opened the door for Barty.

Little Barty was about to answer, but immediately held back.

He knew that this guy was a big talker, and with Lupine's character, he definitely didn't want bad news about Dumbledore to spread, so...

"It's nothing, Hagrid. Professor Lockhart happened to be going out to do something, so we came together."

Little Barty dared to say this, and Hagrid dared to believe it.

"Professor Harlot, just call me when you come back and I will open the door for you."

As Hagrid spoke, he opened the door to Hogwarts and allowed the two of them to leave.

Lockhart smiled awkwardly and said nothing, while Barty said goodbye to Hagrid and left with the former.

The two of them walked not far away, and Lockhart said, "Can you please return the wand to me? I don't think I made any mistakes."

Just as little Barty was about to speak, Voldemort spoke first in his mind.

"Take him to Apparate and get out of here."

After receiving the instructions, little Barty immediately lost his will to answer Lockhart and directly pulled the other party to Apparition.

"This is where?"

Little Barty looked at the trees beside him and asked doubtfully.

"Leave your body to me."

Voldemort ordered again, and then began to control little Barty's body.

Little Barty obediently gave up control of his body, and Voldemort soon took control of everything.

"Legilimency."

Without any more words, he just cast a magic spell.

Harold was very surprised and was attacked without any resistance.

"I heard that your memory charm is very special, Lockhart, when did you learn it?"

Voldemort asked, trying to stir up the other person's memory about the memory spell.

Sure enough, following Voldemort's inquiry, relevant images immediately flashed in the other party's memory.

During this period, there was weak resistance from Occlumency, but it was quickly broken through by Voldemort:

Lockhart, who looked to be only six or seven years old, was in a slightly shabby living room.

He is a guest here, with some fruit plates in front of him, his parents beside him, and the person sitting opposite is chatting with his parents.

The bored Lockhart picked up a book on the table and read it curiously.

He read very carefully, so this memory is very clear.

Voldemort followed this memory and remembered the contents of the book.

The memory spell is different from the current one. It looks more profound and has obvious traces of ancient magic.

After he memorized this content, he began to speed up the viewing speed of his memory. There was nothing special about the rest.

Lockhart's parents said goodbye to the person opposite. Lockhart himself was still reading a book, and the family gave the book to him directly.

After the Lockhart family returned home, the book was also collected by Lockhart.

"Whoosh."

The wand fell, and Lockhart woke up from the state of being searched for memories.

"What are you doing?" Lockhart asked angrily.

Voldemort ignored him, but frowned in thought.

He always felt that something was not right, but for a while he couldn't see what was wrong.

After thinking about that piece of magic, it was not difficult for him, so he simply raised his wand.

"No, no, Remus, don't do that..."

The words came suddenly, because Voldemort's magic had already hit the other party.

"Buzz."

The magic hit Lockhart's body, but a silver thread dangled between the wand and Lockhart.

Voldemort was not surprised by this.

He felt it for a moment, and his consciousness followed the silver thread into Lockhart's memory.

In an instant, time seemed to reset. From Lockhart's perspective, Voldemort saw "Lupin" raising his wand towards him.

This is a memory that he plans to delete. The fun thing is that he can enter this memory that is about to be deleted and watch it again.

It feels like reloading before deleting.

"Interesting."

Voldemort murmured, going through everything he had just experienced again.

Before the silver thread was disconnected, Voldemort's consciousness returned to Barty Jr.'s body.

"This is where?"

Lockhart, whose memory had been deleted, asked again after waking up.

"Legilimency."

Voldemort still said nothing and used the curse again.

Memories of Lockhart's childhood resurfaced, and Voldemort read the spell again.

There was no problem with the spell, and everything he experienced seemed normal, but Voldemort still felt strange.

For a while, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Using spiritual perception to feel the other person's thoughts, there is no idea of ​​hiding any memory, it is just to refuse Voldemort's prying eyes, which is also a normal reaction.

"What's wrong with that?"

Voldemort disconnected the magic, frowned and murmured.

"What on earth are you doing?" Lockhart yelled at him.

Voldemort ignored him.

Apparition was not possible without a wand, so he had no fear of Lockhart escaping.

"Little Barty, come and search his memory about the memory spell and see if there is any problem."

Voldemort returned the body to Barty Jr. and asked the latter to see the memory.

Little Barty ignored Lockhart and still threw Legilimency at him.

"No problem, Dark Lord." Barty Jr. said.

Voldemort regained control of his body and tried the memory spell again.

It still feels amazing.

It seems that Harold relied on this spell to master the secrets of those people.

Also, experiencing it all over again in this way was indeed enough for him to write those touching books.

"It's just...what's wrong?"

It was clear that he had gotten what he wanted, but Voldemort was unwilling to give up.

He must find the point that makes him uncomfortable, and for this he is willing to try thousands of times, and is even willing to bear the consequences of Barty Jr. losing his identity as Lupin.

In short, Voldemort must seize his flash of intuition.

So, they tried again and again, until it got dark and Harold seemed a little delirious, but Voldemort kept trying.

Finally, before the sky turned completely dark, Voldemort noticed the problem.

In little Lockhart's memory, the faces of the two people opposite were somewhat unclear.

How can it be.

Little Harold clearly looked at the two people several times. He was not short-sighted, so how could it be blurry?

So Voldemort began to watch it again and again, hoping to find out the reason.

He even played back that memory infinitely slowly. Slowly, he discovered more vague places:

The corner of the table, the water glass, and the apple rolling on the floor.

"Has this memory been tampered with?"

Voldemort was shocked, this memory tampering was too real.

Especially that spell, it is a real spell that can be used. If the memory is tampered with, why is the spell real?

"etc."

Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened, and a suspicion arose in his mind.

"Perhaps this memory modification is not to make him forget this curse, but to make him remember this curse."

"But why bother?"