Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

When Grindelwald held the honor ceremony in Mamanuca, Sir Gamp had already sent over the wax-sealed wooden box that his ancestor had left to Voldemort.

The wooden box that has been placed for more than 200 years has not become old due to the passage of time.

Except that the style is a bit older, its paint is still as good as new.

This allows the text burned directly above it to still be clearly visible, which is the warning that Yurick left to the world:

Using the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse are unpardonable crimes.

When Bella read this sentence, Voldemort let out a weird laugh.

"These were his favorite spells back then. It seems like he has experienced a lot since I left."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he asked Sir Gamp, "Do you know what happened to him after he turned forty-eight?"

"I don't know, Your Majesty."

Sir Gamp said helplessly, "There is very little information about the ancestor of Ulric's family in the genealogy, but he really hates these three magics and even ordered the Ministry of Magic to ban the use of these three magic spells."

Voldemort knew about this, and he also built the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Well, Bella, let me see what this old friend has left for me."

Voldemort spoke expectantly, but Sir Gamp stopped Bella.

He asked to leave first, because in his last words, Ulric prohibited the children of the family from viewing the contents of the wooden box.

"This can't be a curse."

Voldemort smiled and made a joke, and then asked Sir Gamp to leave.

When only Voldemort in the coffin and Bella below were left in the hall, the wooden box was finally slowly opened.

There was no curse in it, just a letter and a scroll full of smears.

"Read the letter first, Bella," Voldemort said.

"Okay, Master."

Bella responded, coughed slightly, and then began to read.

"The nameless senior who I respect guided me on the path of magic.

"Hello, I'm Yurik.

"I think that at the end of my life, I will never have the chance to see you again, but I will never forget the research and development of the [Soul-Eating Curse].

"So, I have compiled a lifetime of research on this spell into a volume and left it to you.

"Currently, this spell has been used, but there are still many flaws. I only discovered it after using it once. I have to say that it was a bad experience.

“I think the fundamental reason why this happens is because this spell is based on your own state as a starting point for development, so it is very special.

"There is no soul, only memory. It is really a painful experience, so I dare not spread this spell.

"But it also made me more aware of the horrors of the Killing Curse and what I call the Unforgivable Curse, so as Minister of Magic I banned the use of these three spells.

"But I think that future generations will not abide by this law. After all, they are so charming..."

Bella's clear voice resounded through the hall, and Voldemort lay quietly in the coffin listening.

He did not expect that Ulric would succeed, nor did he expect that it was because he felt the evil in this magic that he made it illegal to use the three unforgivable curses in 1717.

A bit surprising, but also reasonable.

The content of the following letters is mostly thoughts and thanks.

It can be seen that Ulric is an emotional person. He deeply regrets that he was unable to see Voldemort again before his life came to an end.

This also made Voldemort feel a little heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Read Yuric's magic scroll to me, Bella. I want to see what the Soul-Eating Curse he studied is like."

After adjusting his mood, Voldemort said to Bella again.

"Okay, Master."

Bella responded again, and then began to recite the magic scroll that had been modified many times.

The above explains in detail how he perfected the entire process of the Soul-Eating Curse step by step based on Voldemort's simple spell.

Some of these ideas and adjustments were quite surprising even to Voldemort.

"He is a magic genius. It is the position of Minister of Magic that has delayed him."

After reading the lengthy magic scroll of the Soul-Eating Curse, Voldemort couldn't help but sigh.

Bella fell into a long silence. She looked like she was shocked by the curse.

"A nice spell, isn't it, Bella?" Voldemort asked.

"Uh...Master, your soul..."

"It has been restored. It took me more than two hundred years. Of course, I have to thank this coffin, otherwise I don't know how to restore it." Voldemort interrupted Bella's crying words and said.

"Huh, that's good, Master, it must be hard to have no soul, right?" Bella's focus seemed to always be on Voldemort's pain.

The friendship she showed made Voldemort squirm uncomfortably in his coffin.

"It's okay, I just don't feel heavy enough about myself, as if a gust of wind can blow all of me away."

Voldemort smiled and described his feelings, and then asked Bella what she thought of the Soul-Eating Curse - he didn't want Bella to focus on him, and he didn't know how to respond because he was reluctant to express his feelings.

"That's not a good spell."

Bella said without hesitation, "It sacrifices its own soul to deprive the opponent of its soul. Although it is powerful enough, it is not worth it just thinking about it. We have more ways to kill the enemy, right?"

"That's true, but isn't it powerful enough?" Voldemort agreed and asked.

Bella was silent for a moment and said: "If I exchange my soul for Dumbledore's soul, it may be considered a profit, but Dumbledore is gone, and there is no one worthy of me using this curse. "

Voldemort laughed helplessly. He did not expect that to this day, Bella still regarded Dumbledore as an enemy.

That's right, in the years when Bella followed him, Dumbledore was the only obstacle that he couldn't avoid.

This even makes other people seem a little mediocre.

"Maybe, strictly control this magic. I don't want any fool to use his soul to drag me into the water, although that won't do anything to me."

Experiencing a spiritual death gave Voldemort a deeper understanding of the soul.

To a certain extent, he already believes that the soul, like the body, is no longer an existence that must be relied on.

Memory is the real core.

Of course, this is just for him. After all, not everyone has the memory world.

Before his last death, he did not expect that the world of memory could drag his memory away from his soul and exist alone.

This gave him an incredible means of escape, but he didn't feel happy about it.

Only those who have experienced wandering in a state of memory can feel that helplessness.

"Is it really the God of Death who left this coffin for me?"

Voldemort thought this before falling into sleep again.