Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The moment Lucius and others rushed in, Voldemort finally drew a complete magic text on the ground.

It was a circle with densely branched black magic text in the middle and around it. At the same time, the magic text was constantly twisting on the ground, as if it was changing at any time.

Dark literally, with this weird blush.

And the moment it was completed, Voldemort's body shook violently.

At this moment, the consciousness seemed to leave the body and began to swim in the endless void:

Riddle's birth...

The arrival of Lin Zuo...

Years in the orphanage...

Kindergarten life...

The two memories kept intertwining and finally converged at the same point in time.

Then there are the memories after the convergence, including the Black Forest, the University of London, and Diagon Alley.

Somehow, Voldemort had a feeling that he could stop at a certain moment and make some changes to the past.

And this ability seems to be a reward in this world for those who make breakthroughs.

"stop."

With a little control of his thoughts, the picture stopped in a position familiar to Voldemort.

…

Spring 1993.

Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort and Old Nott, each with a lounge chair, were enjoying the sun with their backs to the fountain.

The spring breeze blew by, and neither of them was too lazy to talk.

This was the period when Voldemort first created the magic of perpetual motion and was waiting for his comeback.

Voldemort was lying on the recliner, waving the Elder Wand in boredom, and a shapeless magic text appeared and disappeared in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Old Nott asked curiously.

"The time magic script in the world of memory, Old Nott, I want to write it into reality."

Voldemort murmured in reply, his hands not stopping for a moment as he kept writing and drawing.

"Time magic text?"

Old Nott straightened up in surprise and stared at the wand in Voldemort's hand, as if he wanted to witness this incredible opportunity.

However, time passed and Voldemort's attempt failed.

"Haha." Voldemort smiled bitterly, "Maybe this is a wrong attempt, old Nott."

He said, slowly putting away his wand, looking like he was giving up.

Old Nott lay down again with some disappointment, ready to continue enjoying the spring breeze and sunshine.

However, at this moment, Voldemort's body suddenly froze.

The next moment, his right eye glowed red and he picked up the wand again.

"Still trying?" Old Nott asked in surprise.

He had just thought Voldemort had given up.

"Try it again, old Nott, I think it will work this time."

Voldemort said, with a smile on his lips.

Old Nott looked at Voldemort in confusion. He always felt that something had changed in Voldemort at this moment, but he was not sure what the change was.

This made him confused and even felt that he was overthinking.

But in fact, he didn't think much about it.

Voldemort at this time has been replaced by his future self.

I saw him drawing the time magic words with concentration. Different from the long magic words he drew before, this time he used circular magic words.

Round as a ring, it goes round and round, endlessly.

The changing tentacles seem to contain countless changes, indicating that time has no end and everything is changing.

This was still a long process, and Voldemort did not get the results he wanted instantly.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the sky is filled with stars.

Lucius and his wife tried to approach suspiciously, but were chased away by Old Nott.

Abu came out to ask, but Old Nott hurriedly explained a few words and drove the person away.

The days passed like this, and Voldemort, who had no reference points, continued to study from scratch based on his own knowledge.

"If time is the movement of objects, then what magic makes everything come back and forth?"

Voldemort, who had been silent for several days, suddenly murmured a question to himself.

"Fix Porto, Dark Lord, isn't it?"

Old Nott, who had been standing by Voldemort's side, suddenly spoke.

Voldemort raised his brows, and his somewhat dull eyes suddenly lit up.

He turned to look at Old Nott and showed a smile that puzzled Old Nott.

Then he withdrew his gaze and focused on creating the time magic text again.

As if he had figured out a certain secret, the time rune in Voldemort's hand was forming faster and faster.

Not long after, a dark, twisting ring-shaped magic text appeared in front of him.

"Puff~puff~"

The magic text makes strange sounds from time to time, and the figure disappears and reappears on the spot.

"Failed?" Old Nott asked curiously.

"It worked, Old Nott. That sound was made by it constantly traveling through time."

Voldemort said in a deep voice, and then slowly pressed the magic text to his left eye.

Old Nott looked at this scene with sharp eyes, he didn't want to miss any details.

Not long after, the magic text was completely integrated into Voldemort's left eye.

At the same time, a ray of light shot out from Voldemort's left eye.

Slowly, a different scene appeared in the light and shadow, like a long corridor with countless figures fighting in it.

Suddenly, green light bloomed there, reflecting the entire light and shadow into emerald green.

"What's going on?" Old Nott asked.

"Future now, old Nott, I'm leaving."

Voldemort replied with a smile and blinked his left eye.

In an instant, all the figures in the light and shadow were frozen in place.

"Go?" Old Nott asked doubtfully.

Voldemort clicked on the picture, turned to look at Old Nott and said, "Thank you for your help, Old Nott. This is very important."

Voldemort said, his body jerking violently.

In an instant, the scene in front of him and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Tom?"

Noticing that something was wrong with Voldemort, Old Nott anxiously called out Voldemort's original name.

"Ah, wait a minute, Nott, I think there are some things I need to sort out."

Voldemort said, slowly frowning and thinking.

That is, while he was thinking, countless images flashed in his left eye.

The beginning is about the memory of the past, from the beginning to the present.

Slowly, these pictures began to reach the present, but they did not stop here, but kept moving forward.

For a moment, it was as if he could see the whole past and future.

And Old Nott, who was always staring at him, also saw those flashing images from Voldemort's left eye.

At first, he didn't know what was happening, but soon he noticed that there was a past between himself and Voldemort in the pupil image.

This made him feel very strange. How could the past pictures be shown so clearly in his eyes?

Could it be that the time magic text is reflecting the past time?

As he was thinking this way, he noticed that the picture had come to the present.

And when he thought about it, this scene would stop here.

But who knew that the picture would continue to be deduced backwards, and after flashing countless pictures, it would stop at a picture he had seen before.

It was a long corridor, a corridor with countless figures.

Then, he saw Voldemort in front of him suddenly frowning, and suddenly shouted into the void in front of him: "Death, stop."