Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

On October 13, 1993, on the train from Manchester to London.

Joanne Rowling looked out the window in trance, her frown reflecting the waves in her heart.

She had reason to frown.

She had just given birth to a child and was in the process of divorcing her husband.

This is a sad story, but the problem is that there are few people around her to whom she can express her feelings.

"Can I sit here?"

A man's voice disturbed Joanne Rowling. She hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said "Yes" in a muffled voice.

She was embarrassed to look up and saw two legs wearing trousers sitting opposite her.

"I think you need it."

Along with the man's words, a slender white hand appeared in her field of vision.

Also appearing at the same time was the handkerchief in his hand.

"Oh, thank you."

Luo Lin took the handkerchief, glanced at the other person hastily, and tried to smile.

She smiled a little awkwardly, not only because her mood was not adjusted well, but also because of the other person's appearance.

The handsome black-haired man in a slim suit makes people reluctant to take their eyes away from him just by looking at him.

"Is there anything sad?" the man said warmly, "Maybe telling it to a stranger you will never meet again will relieve the pressure."

"ah."

Luo Lin exclaimed briefly, lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

She was a little hesitant to tell her story. She raised her head and glanced at the sincere-looking black-haired man opposite him, feeling a lot of trust in her heart.

"Because of the kids and the family, sir, life is a little more difficult than I thought."

She bravely took the first step, and it turned out to be the right choice.

The person opposite is simply the perfect listener.

He could hardly speak, but the few times he spoke, he could speak into Rowling's heart.

About half an hour later, Luo Lin was surprised to find that the other party seemed to be her old friend for many years.

"Thank you for listening to me, sir. I don't know your name yet."

Rowling, who briefly came out of her sadness, asked with a smile on her face.

"Sylvester, you can call me that." Voldemort said with a smile, "It's a pleasure chatting with you."

"I hope it doesn't make you pessimistic about life, Mr. Sylvester. I don't think everyone lives life like me." Rowling said with a bitter smile.

"I am no longer a child who read [Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs]. Although I look younger than you, Ms. Rowling, maybe I am a little older than you."

Rowling obviously didn't believe Voldemort's words. She thought it was just a joke.

"I've been listening to me talk about boring past events for a long time. Mr. Sylvester, I wonder if you have anything to tell me."

Rowling smiled, spread her hands, and continued, "After all, apart from listening, I really have nothing to repay you."

The Rowling of this world did not create the [Harry Potter series].

Her life changed in 1990.

Originally, she was supposed to quit her job in the second half of the year and go to the University of Manchester for a period of time.

But this didn't happen. She continued to work as a secretary until now, and her life was not as chaotic as in her previous life.

It was only the birth of her child and the divorce from her husband that caused her to lose her job as a secretary.

This caused her life to suddenly fall into trouble.

Like she said, she really has nothing to give to others right now.

"My life is not as satisfactory as I want it to be, but there is nothing I need to talk about in life."

Voldemort's words made Rowling's face show disappointment, and she seemed sad because she couldn't help Voldemort.

But the emotion passed in a flash, and she soon smiled again and said: "This is a good thing, Mr. Sylvester, I hope you will never reach the lowest point in life like me."

Voldemort smiled, thinking that he had experienced more miserable experiences, but that did not lose the purpose of his coming here.

"But speaking of talking..."

Voldemort paused briefly, whetted the other party's appetite, and then said, "I do have something that I need to talk to, and you are a good candidate."

"Me?" Rowling pointed at herself with some confusion and asked Voldemort.

"Yes, that's you." Voldemort nodded, "I just heard you say that you have studied classical literature, right?"

Rowling nodded, that was her experience at the University of Exeter ten years ago.

"I have always had a story in my heart, but limited by my own literary level - I studied in an economics university - I couldn't write it out well, so..."

"You want me to ghostwrite?" Rowling asked in surprise.

"No." Voldemort shook his head, "I want to leave the story to you and let you complete it."

Rowling blinked twice, obviously shocked by this suggestion.

"Anyway, let me tell you this story first, okay?" Voldemort asked.

"Oh, okay, of course, let's hear the story first."

Luo Lin put away her surprised expression, nodded vigorously and said.

Voldemort smiled, gathered his thoughts, and slowly began to tell.

"The story begins with the Dursleys at No. 4 Privet Drive. They are a well-behaved family. Yes, they have always emphasized this..."

Voldemort slowly recounted the book in Lin Zuo's memory. He told it almost without making any changes, and tried to speak it as solidly as possible.

Such a long story obviously cannot be told in a two and a half hour drive.

When the train arrived in London, Voldemort invited Rowling to the coffee shop to continue the story of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone".

"A thin, dark-haired little boy with eyes."

On the way between the two of them, Voldemort did not tell the story, but Rowling was already immersed in the story.

"Oh my God, who would have thought that he with such a tragic life experience would actually be a little wizard? This is so suitable to tell to children."

"Yes, it is a fairy tale, Ms. Rowling, it was my childhood fantasy."

Voldemort pointed to his long hair and said, "It's also black, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mr. Sylvester, but I assume you didn't have such a miserable childhood, right?" Rowling asked with a smile.

Voldemort smiled and nodded.

Indeed, judging from his current image and temperament, his childhood experience cannot be seen.

But those who are familiar with him or have seen him use black magic will never think so.

The two came to the coffee shop and chatted until the sun went down before Voldemort said goodbye.

"That's wonderful, Mr. Sylvester."

Rowling said excitedly, "Everything is so perfect, I think it can be turned into a book directly."

"My writing skills are not good, Ms. Rowling, believe me, I tried." Voldemort said with a smile, "The next step is up to you. I think you can make it a good story, right?"

"Of course, but you must appear in the byline, and I will also indicate in the preface that you created the idea for this story." Rowling insisted.

"It's all up to you, Ms. Rowling, I just hope I can see it as soon as possible." Voldemort said with a smile.

"One month, no, half a month, you explained it in too much detail, I think I will be able to complete the text creation soon." Rowling said.

Voldemort smiled and nodded, and then hugged each other goodbye again.