Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5...that's the row, the third bookshelf."

Holding a thick stack of books, Voldemort turned and walked into the darker space of the bookshelf.

"The secret of time...the secret of time...is here."

Putting down the book in his hand, Voldemort took out this large book - its spine was as wide as a palm, and its pages were as big as a child's body.

"Can a repair spell write so much content?" Voldemort murmured, looking down at the cover of the book.

There was a moving painting on it. A wizard was using a wand to repair a child's wound - the magic didn't look like it would heal quickly.

"The repair spell can't repair wounds, why did he do this?"

Voldemort murmured, slowly opened the book, and then...

"Oh, damn, it hurts me so much..."

The roar of pain rang out from the books, and the sound was so loud that it spread throughout the library. Many students looked at the restricted book area in surprise.

"Use Silence, Mr. Quirrell, I forgot to tell you," Mrs. Pince shouted, letting the students know which professor was inside.

"Okay ma'am, I understand."

After Voldemort responded, he quickly picked up his wand and cast a silent spell on the roaring book.

"Oh, damn, it hurts so much..."

The sound stopped suddenly, and the students also put away their curious eyes, but they had to discuss what just happened with people they knew well.

"What is Professor Quirrell doing? Is he abusing students in the restricted area?"

Such speculation was unfounded, but the students liked it, which made many naughty children want to enter the forbidden book area to find out, but they were all stopped by Mrs. Pince.

"Fluorescence."

Voldemort waved his wand and cast an illuminating spell. The halo separated from the wand and floated above his head, but before he could look at the book in his hand through the light, the light spot was sucked away.

"Hey~~"

The light spot disappeared, Voldemort blinked, and then curiously walked towards the location of the book that swallowed the light spot - [There must be light], this is the name of the book that absorbed the light spot.

"The magical world of magic."

Voldemort thought to himself, and did not move to get [Let There Be Light]. Instead, he closed the book in his hand, turned around, picked up the previous pile of books, and left the restricted book area.

He decided to go back to his office and read a book. There were too many uncertainties in the restricted area, and he didn't want to distract himself.

Just as he walked towards Mrs. Pingsi and was about to fill out the book loan form according to the regulations, he suddenly found that not far away, the little girl he had noticed before was crying silently.

Stopping, Voldemort hesitated...

Will getting too close to the Iron Triangle increase the risk?

But Miss Know-It-All possesses the characteristics of both the Eagle Yard and the Snake Yard.

Hermione's intelligence is obviously a match for the House of Eagles, and her eventual becoming Minister of Magic represents her desire for power, which is an obvious characteristic of the House of Eagles.

Perhaps, he can try to influence... Voldemort thought, walking towards Hermione who was crying silently.

"Child, what's wrong with you?"

Putting a thick stack of books on the table, Voldemort asked softly.

Hermione, who was crying, first saw a pair of feet stopping next to her desk, and then she saw a tall stack of books placed on the desk.

When she raised her head, she saw the professor who had received many nicknames recently.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, sorry Professor, I'm fine, I just..."

Miss Know-It-All replied in a panic, but at the age of eleven, she obviously couldn't weave lies very well.

"I see you are crying into your notes. Is there any problem that cannot be solved?"

Voldemort asked softly and sat down beside her naturally, "As a professor, I think I can help you answer some questions."

After saying these words, he made another exaggerated expression, "Of course, I can't do it if it's too difficult."

"Pfft~~"

Miss Know-It-All was amused by him, but by chance, a stream of snot flew out and landed on her notebook in embarrassment.

"..."

For a moment, neither of them knew what to say.

"I'm currently working on a life-like magic, a repair spell, which is just right for this situation."

After all, it was Voldemort who had a thicker skin and spoke to break the awkwardness. He then used the repair spell to wipe away the snot on the notebook.

"It's amazing." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, stroking the clean notebook.

"Life-type magic, you will learn it in your first-year spell class." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Can I learn this magic this year?"

Miss Know-It-All asked happily, but then she looked at the pile of books in front of Voldemort, "Are these books related to this magic?"

Voldemort nodded and said, "I am conducting research on the repair spell. It is magical, isn't it?"

"It's very magical." Miss Know-It-All withdrew her gaze, looked at Quirrell with admiring eyes, and asked, "I heard them say that you studied very well when you were in school. Is this true?"

"Of course, but this is nothing to be proud of. Every Ravenclaw is like this. It is an academy full of wisdom." Voldemort said humbly.

Miss Know-It-All nodded, with regret on her face: "The Sorting Hat said it would sort me into Ravenclaw, but I chose Gryffindor, and it didn't refuse. I don't know if that was the wrong decision. .”

"There is nothing to regret. Every academy is excellent."

Voldemort comforted him and brought the topic back, "Did you encounter any difficulties? I think we need to solve it quickly. The library is about to close."

"Oh yes."

Miss Know-It-All finally remembered the business, and she immediately said to Voldemort, "It's a paper, Professor Quirrell. I don't know how to write a paper for the Transfiguration class."

"Is it because you don't understand the content of the course?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

In my memory, Miss Know-It-All's performance in the Transfiguration class was very excellent.

She is a quasi-student, just a little short of those talented wizards.

"I understand, Professor, I just don't know how to write a paper. I've never done this type of assignment before."

Voldemort blinked, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively: "You mean, you just don't know the format of writing a paper?"

"Yes, I have no clue at all. I have never done this kind of homework before." Miss Know-It-All said with a sad face.

"Oh, well, that's a question that just requires some experience, and I'm lucky enough to know the answer."

Voldemort's joking words once again swept away the gloom on Miss Know-It-All's face.

"First, you need to write a title that is direct, specific, eye-catching, and concise."

Miss Know-It-All immediately picked up her notepad and recorded it on the spot.

"The second is the abstract, which simply states the purpose of the paper. This part should also be brief and highlight the core content."

"Well, what happens next?" Miss Wan Shitong wrote quickly and asked without raising her head.

"Next is the main text. First, you must clearly and specifically state the topic you want to discuss, and then explain the topic. You can have your own opinions, but it is best not to be emotional."

"Emotions? What emotions?" Miss Wan Shitong raised her head, her big eyes full of doubts.

"Just don't write too many subjective feelings, such as I think this magic is too difficult or too simple, which has nothing to do with the content of the discussion." Voldemort explained.

"I understand, Professor, what's next?" Miss Know-It-All asked after recording everything Voldemort said.

"Next, you need to write a conclusion, that is, what kind of results you will get through this topic. Of course, you can also look forward to the future of the topic appropriately."

Miss Know-It-All nodded fiercely and recorded all these contents, including Voldemort's words "It's okay" - she didn't miss a word at all.

"Finally, write down the articles or materials you used when writing your paper. Just write down some of the more important ones."

Miss Know-It-All glanced at the pile of books in front of Voldemort, and then at the [Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration] in front of her, pouting in annoyance.

Miss Know-It-All has very high demands on herself and has a strong sense of comparison... Voldemort thought to himself.