Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Are you really not going to tell me what you saw?"

Outside the ward, Dumbledore asked Voldemort after shaking his head at Mileena and refusing help.

"This is a secret, Albus, can you share all your secrets with me?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore responded with a shrug, and then couldn't help but say: "I'm just afraid that you will be lost in the unknown, Voldemort, but you know that I am knowledgeable enough in my old age, right?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment, and then said seriously: "I will consult you if necessary."

Dumbledore nodded, no longer entangled in this issue.

After a while, Mrs. Longbottom's voice came from the room. It seemed that Frank's condition had been adjusted.

But when Voldemort entered the room, he found that Frank still did not dare to look at him.

He just turned a blind eye to this.

"Alice, Dark Lord, are you still willing to treat her?" Mrs. Longbottom asked hesitantly.

Apparently, she had noticed Voldemort's previous state.

Voldemort did not answer Mrs. Longbottom immediately. He turned to look at Neville and found that the little guy was looking at him with red eyes.

"Of course, for Neville, I have no reason to refuse." Voldemort said with a smile.

"She will also..." Frank suddenly spoke, his eyes flickering as he did not dare to look directly at Voldemort, "Will she also see the scene I saw?"

"I can't be sure." Voldemort shook his head and said, "Albus can testify that this medical method is not completely under my control."

After everyone heard this, they immediately looked at Dumbledore.

"Yes, a very profound power. I think even if I have this power, I can't control it." Dumbledore replied affirmatively.

His answer made Frank look hesitant. It was obvious that he didn't want his wife to have the same experience as him.

But the problem is, if Voldemort doesn't help, his wife won't wake up.

"I can take a look first. Maybe her condition is not as serious as yours."

Voldemort spoke to break the silence and offered another option.

"Okay, Dark Lord... Sir, please excuse me." Frank said hesitantly.

Voldemort smiled at him, but the other person obviously still didn't dare to look at him, his head was always lowered, and he didn't see his smile at all.

Voldemort didn't care much about this. He came to Alice's bed and pressed her forehead directly against her.

"Huh~"

Alice's memory was immediately poured into the memory world, and Voldemort's consciousness soon saw her memory.

Unlike Frank's confusion, although Alice's memory is also mixed, many areas are stable.

These stable areas spiral upward in a disordered sequence of time and space.

In this way, Alice's memory looks like a spiral staircase or a tower.

Voldemort curiously entered the tower and was instantly in contact with these memories.

Countless fragments of Alice's life appeared, which made Voldemort instantly realize that her condition was not as good as it seemed.

Those seemingly stable memory areas also have internal temporal confusion.

"It's still a mess, but it's definitely better than Fleck's."

Voldemort murmured, his consciousness piercing deeper into his memory.

As he continued to dive, slowly, he noticed that his surroundings began to change.

The memories of the thirteen- and fourteen-year-old were still confused, but they were basically gathered at the place he just passed by.

And further down, at a certain moment when he was twelve years old, the memory sequence suddenly became normal.

This surprised Voldemort. He quickly dived in and quickly confirmed that Elisa's memory before she was twelve years old was completely intact.

"How is this going?"

He glanced at the memories around him doubtfully, thinking about the cause and effect of everything.

Suddenly, he thought of a detail:

Alice always looked at the clock silently in the ward. The frequency of her finger movements was exactly the same as the frequency of the second hand.

Is she saving herself?

As soon as this idea appeared, Voldemort almost immediately recognized that this was the correct answer.

But the idea needs some proof, and that's not hard to do.

His consciousness rose, reaching the point where his memory was perfected at the age of twelve, and he began to pay close attention.

In less than three seconds, he confirmed his guess:

Alice is sorting out her memory slowly but steadily every second.

If she is given another ten years, she will wake up even without outside help.

Of course, the premise is that her body is not destroyed.

"Alice, I know you can hear me."

Voldemort spoke, and his voice echoed in this memory, which caused the ever-improving memory to suddenly stagnate in place.

Apparently, this was Alice's response.

"Next, I will speed up your memory time and help you recover faster, so... hold on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's consciousness suddenly burst out of the memory spiral tower.

He stopped at the height of this memory, and the hand of nothingness slowly enveloped it.

"Speed ​​up twice as fast and get ready."

Voldemort's voice echoed throughout the world of memory, like an omnipresent god.

At the same time, the power of time was activated, and the Memory Spiral Tower began to move forward at twice the speed.

From Voldemort's perspective, the Spiral Tower of Memory changes little.

Because the acceleration of time at this time is not enough to produce immediate changes.

"Alice, be prepared to go at four times the speed. If you can't persist, you can stop it through the shock memory."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he increased the power of time again.

The speed doubled, and the Memory Spiral Tower still slowly adjusted its state without any obvious changes.

Shortly after this, Voldemort accelerated again.

Eight times...

Sixteen times...

Thirty-two times...

The speed at which time passes continues to increase. When the multiple reaches tens of thousands, the repair speed of the Memory Spiral Tower is finally visible to the naked eye.

But this is still not the ultimate for Voldemort, nor is it the ultimate for Alice to endure.

Ten thousand...

Twenty thousand...

Thirty thousand...

When the multiple of the passage of time reached 60,000, the Memory Spiral Tower finally shook.

Voldemort quickly stopped accelerating and stabilized the multiplier at 60,000 times.

In this case, one second is equivalent to 60,000 seconds, which is equivalent to about sixteen hours.

And at this speed, the repair speed of the Memory Spiral Tower is too clear.

In the ward outside the soul world, Mrs. Longbottom asked Dumbledore for the unknown number of times.

"It's been half an hour, Albus. Didn't the Dark Lord say he would investigate the situation? Why did it take so long?"

She asked anxiously, but she didn't dare to take her hands away from Alice's back.

Because Alice is already limp at this time, if she lets go, their foreheads will immediately separate.

When Voldemort cured Frank before, he told them not to separate.

"He may have been medically treated, and maybe the situation is better than we thought. Augusta, believe him, Voldemort is not a reckless person." Dumbledore comforted softly.

Such words would not comfort Mrs. Longbottom very well, but besides worrying, what could she do?

Perhaps, all that is left is to wait.