Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort had a look of disappointment on his face, but in his heart he was looking forward to fusing the Horcrux as soon as possible.

He was certain - the day when the Horcrux returns, the talent will be reforged.

"Is there no other way, Headmaster?" Voldemort asked with a grimace.

Dumbledore thought for a while and sighed: "Knowledge can effectively change talents. As a Ravenclaw, I think you know this, but do you know the 'curse of knowledge'?"

Voldemort was confused, this was a word he had never heard before.

"This is not a curse set by man, it is just a way of saying, it means..."

Dumbledore paused and said seriously, "Once a person masters certain knowledge, he will not be able to imagine what this knowledge will look like in the eyes of the unknown."

Voldemort was thinking seriously, and the principal's office became quiet. Dumbledore did not disturb him, but gently picked up the cup and took a sip of the drink.

"What you mean is," Voldemort said, "You can do it, but you don't know how to guide others to do it... It's not that you're hiding something, it's just that you can't understand the idea you had earlier..."

His explanation was confusing, but Dumbledore understood what he meant and nodded to indicate that it was indeed the case.

"That's why the predecessors broke down magic and used magic spells, gestures and other methods to assist. This solved the trouble of learning magic spells, but to be honest, compared with talent, these are nothing."

Rarely, Dumbledore said something unpleasant in a determined tone - nothing.

As if to prove all this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at a small silver ornament on the table - the color and material of the ornament began to change continuously.

"When I was young, before there was a magic wand, I could make objects transform. It was amazing. I didn't know the reason at all, let alone the principle."

Voldemort stared at the ornament, trying to feel Dumbledore's magic, but the magic was very weak, almost nonexistent - this extraordinary talent for transfiguration was really enviable.

Parseltongue, teleportation, verbal charm... Voldemort thought of his own talents, which he also learned naturally without being taught by anyone.

"When I started learning magic - our Transfiguration course at that time was very slow - I quickly mastered the method of transformation, which also didn't require any magic spells."

As Dumbledore spoke, the small silverware began to transform, sometimes into a mouse, and sometimes into a spider.

"Will you specifically strengthen your study in this area?" Voldemort asked curiously.

In his memory, Voldemort himself did not work hard on Parseltongue or retrieving objects from the air, but he had the charm of words. He had studied them and used them skillfully.

"No need, talent will guide you to learn and grow naturally." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he finally stopped and the silver jewelry returned to its original appearance.

"Headmaster." Voldemort said with a grimace, "I don't think you should call it a curse of knowledge, but a curse of talent."

"No, it's not."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a shallow stone basin with runes and symbols carved around its edges flew to his desk - Voldemort recognized it as a pensieve.

"Talent can also be turned into knowledge. Otherwise, how do you think ancient magic is passed down? Are those magic spells dreamed up by one person?"

As he spoke, he tapped his temple with the Elder Wand, and he pulled out the flowing silver threads repeatedly, and then gently sprinkled them on the pensieve.

During the whole process, Voldemort was silent and did not dare to speak. He was a little panicked...

If he entered the Pensieve, he was 100% sure that his soul would be exposed.

Imagine that scene:

Dumbledore entered first, then turned to look...

"Ah, Mr. Riddle, what a coincidence."

This is simply a large-scale social death scene.

But if he chooses not to go...he has a huge opportunity in front of him, how can he be embarrassed?

"Qi Luo." Deep in his soul, he woke up Qi Luo, "The process is probably like this... Next, you need to deal with the principal. You need to do this..."

After quick instructions, the two instantly switched body control, and Voldemort began to hide deep in the blood curse, watching everything from a distance...

This was originally my chance...

Uh-huh, uh-huh, it’s all uh-huh…

"The curse of knowledge prevents me from telling you in words and language how I understand the more profound transformation spell... But I think this process will enlighten you..."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Quirrell with kind eyes.

Voldemort: Good intentions? Test it out!

"Okay, Principal."

Quirrell stood up and approached the table, then lowered his head without hesitation.

Voldemort didn't know what he felt, but his whole body trembled for a moment, and Dumbledore followed closely and looked at the pensieve.

In the huge principal's office, there were only Voldemort hiding under the blood curse, and Fox, the phoenix, who kept straightening his feathers.

After a while, Quirrell's soul returned to its place, and Dumbledore stood up immediately. He didn't ask anything in a hurry, but returned the pensieve to its place...

The Pensieve, like the wand, is a very personal item for a wizard. Even if it is buried, the Pensieve will usually be placed in the tomb, especially the wand.

"How do you feel? What insights do you have?" Dumbledore asked after doing all this.

"Pretend to think and don't answer hastily." Voldemort said immediately.

"I need to think about it, Headmaster..." Quirrell said with a frown.

Dumbledore nodded, picked up the drink again and sipped lightly. His expression looked much more relaxed than before, hoping to pass the test again this time.

"Quirrell."

Voldemort said eagerly, "If you can't tell the result, then say that you have learned a lot and need to go back to the office to reflect on it. Don't communicate with him rashly. If you have any doubts, you can ask..."

"I don't dare talk to him." Quirrell said in his mind.

"Headmaster, I have a lot of insights, but I want to go back first, clear my thoughts, and record it all. I'm afraid I will be distracted and forget important information." Quirrell said to Dumbledore.

"Well...well, I originally wanted to take you out for a walk and let you understand my breakthrough in another way. Then I will wait until you have digested this for a while." Dumbledore did not agree. He nodded with concern.

Quirrell immediately stood up to thank him, and left eagerly with a frown on his face, as if he wanted to go back quickly and record everything.

After he left, Dumbledore stretched a little, then spread a lot of papers on his desk, and then took out a piece of white paper:

Snape: The main suspect needs to be thoroughly investigated.

He first wrote down this content, and then copied the few remaining names on a piece of paper, including Theodore Nott, the son of Voldemort's classmate.

On the other hand, he ignored Quirrell's name at all, and it seemed that he was really relieved.

If Voldemort knew all this, I don't know if he would laugh out loud with joy.

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