Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

In the dark basement, old Nott and Bella stood beside Voldemort.

"I still think it's a bit risky, Your Majesty, maybe you can try it with someone else..."

Before Old Nott could finish his suggestion, Voldemort interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"I tried, Nott, but they all ended in failure. I was the only one who succeeded, wasn't I?" Voldemort said, nodding to Bella.

Bella didn't have Old Nott's entanglement or worry on her face. In her opinion, Voldemort was the most powerful, wisest, and omnipotent being.

What's the problem with creating more perpetually moving magic power for Voldemort, who had created this kind of magic power?

So, at Voldemort's signal, she raised the long, flat conch of time like a conch without hesitation.

At the hole of the time conch, the tide of time surged, shining on Voldemort, who used magic to condense his body.

"Uh-huh!"

The tide passed by in a flash, and Voldemort stood there blankly.

"How do you feel?" Old Nott asked nervously.

He still remembered that after Voldemort was hit by the tide of time for the first time, he couldn't move for three days.

Three days later, he still had some difficulty moving, and it took him a long time to recover.

"There is nothing unusual about the parts of the body composed of perpetually moving magic power, but the body composed of ordinary magic power has been frozen again."

Voldemort said, looking down at his chest and arms.

This time, he used the perpetual motion magic on his head and legs, after all, it had the least impact on him.

The chest and arms are composed of ordinary magic power.

Now, affected by the tide of time, these magic powers have become rigid again.

"Wait three days?" Old Nott asked him.

Voldemort thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "It feels wrong. These magic powers have not changed like last time, and some have been eroded and deteriorated by time..."

Before he finished speaking, the magic power in Voldemort's chest suddenly began to surge.

Like the tide of time, they rose and fell rhythmically, causing Voldemort's body to collapse rapidly.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's head and legs twisted instantly, breaking away from the magic in his chest, forming a new, shorter Voldemort alone.

And when he turned his head and looked at the position on his chest, he found that the magic power there was rapidly collapsing.

If he is not decisive enough, if he is a step later, the eternal magic power may also be affected, which will lead to the collapse of Voldemort.

If it is more serious and affects his memory, it may lead to death.

"It's too dangerous, Your Majesty, I think..."

"Don't try to persuade me anymore, Nott, you know I have to go down that road."

When Old Nott heard this, he opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

Voldemort's persistence in entering higher-dimensional life was as unstoppable as his previous pursuit of immortality.

He knew that no matter how much he said, he would not be able to persuade this old friend.

"Then let me do it. After all, I have more experience." Old Nott said, reaching out and taking the conch of time from Bella's hand.

"Wait a moment, I want to confirm the difference between this time and last time."

Voldemort signaled him not to be impatient, then took out his magic notebook and began to sort out the contents one by one.

Compared to the last time he was illuminated by the conch of time, this time seems to be no different, at least judging from the magic notes.

"Try again." Voldemort said, mobilizing the magic power of the castle to create a new magical body for himself.

After making sure that Voldemort was ready, Old Nott once again turned the tide on Voldemort.

The result is still the collapse of magic power, but the shape of the collapse has undergone some changes.

After this time, Voldemort was not in a hurry to try again, but continued to sort out his notes.

After repeated research, Voldemort finally found the difference between this time and last time.

Before the last illumination, he was studying an emotional glyph, which was the most important glyph in the time converter - the time transformation glyph.

At first Voldemort thought it would be a rune related to time, but later he discovered that it was not, but an emotional rune.

Because he was surprised that it was an emotional magic text, he had a deep memory of that emotion at that time.

This also caused his emotions to unconsciously align with that magic text when he was illuminated by the tide of time.

"What's the point?"

Voldemort was slightly surprised, but then he couldn't wait to try it.

But he immediately chose to give up because it took a long time and he had forgotten this emotion.

And when he cleared his mind and found that emotion again, it was already three days later.

"I still feel dangerous..."

As people get older, they inevitably become more careless, and old Nott is a perfect example of this.

On the other hand, Voldemort, because he was always focused on magic, did not feel the passage of time and still had a young heart.

"Bella, come here."

Voldemort didn't even bother to argue with Old Nott and simply let Bella take over.

Old Nott reluctantly gave up the conch of time, while Bella pointed the conch at Voldemort without hesitation.

The magical body was once again swept by the tide of time, but Voldemort's face showed a look of joy.

"Successful?" Bella asked excitedly.

"should be."

Voldemort replied while trying to move his hands, but he couldn't do it.

At the same time, he felt the magic in his chest and didn't feel anything strange.

The magic power has not changed, and the feeling is the same as last time.

"The next thing to do is to wait, Old Nott. If this method succeeds, will you try to create a magical body?"

Voldemort seemed to be sure that he would succeed this time, so when he left the basement, he asked Old Nott.

Old Nott was the same age as Voldemort and was now almost eighty years old.

The gray hair, age spots on his face, and the way he walks are all traces of time left on his body.

Voldemort, who is the same age as him, still looks like he did when he was twenty-four or five years old, both physically and now with a body composed of magic power.

Perhaps, only that deep gaze can no longer show his youth.

"Change a body?"

Old Nott had obviously never thought about it this way. The surprise on his face was so real, but then he asked with bright eyes: "Can I do it too?"

With this second sentence, it was obvious that he had already reacted and showed enough expectation.

"Of course, using the resurrection ritual is troublesome and will have some side effects, but the magical body will be much simpler. After that, I will sort out a specific and feasible plan and make it public among the Death Eaters."

Voldemort said it nonchalantly, as if it was easy.

This is not because he is pretending, but because he has always been willing to share magic.

Like the Flying Curse and the Cut-Throat Curse, he had disclosed them among the Death Eaters, but not many of them could be learned.

The magic body is obviously more difficult than those two magics, but this is not a problem that Voldemort needs to consider.

He is only responsible for making it public. Whether he learns or not is not his problem.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to learn." Old Nott said with a grimace. It was obvious that he had a clear understanding of his talent.

"If I provide you with eternal magic, it won't be a big problem." Voldemort said with a smile.

He really hoped that this old friend could always be by his side.

After all, eternal loneliness is visible to the naked eye.