Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Malfoy Manor, study.

Voldemort pointed his wand at his temple, and a strand of elegant silver thread was pulled out.

Malfoy and his wife had already exited, and now Voldemort was the only one in the room, while Quirrell was pouring memories into the pensieve.

"It's done, Master." Quirrell said in his mind.

"Okay, you go and rest." Voldemort said.

After regaining control of his body, Voldemort took a deep breath and slowly touched the tip of his nose to the strange substance.

Suddenly, the huge study room of the Malfoy family began to shake, and Voldemort's body began to lean forward. He instinctively wanted to refuse, but in the next second his consciousness fell.

In the dark and cold world, Voldemort's consciousness kept sinking until he was swallowed by a black vortex.

Suddenly, the darkness and whirlpool disappeared, and he appeared in a quaint and exquisite room, directly opposite a burning fireplace, and a row of exquisite portraits hung on the wall.

There was no Dumbledore in front of him, and Voldemort was about to turn around to look for him, but a voice came over before he could make a move...

"There is no curse of knowledge, Albus, you have been deceived."

The sudden voice was full of enthusiasm and publicity. Voldemort turned his head and saw a handsome young man raising his hands passionately.

"People always keep telling you that you can't do it. You have to believe that you can't and must abide by it. Damn it, they spend their whole life proving that they are ordinary and ordinary..."

Every time the young man spoke a few words, he would wave his arms contagiously until he came to the long table - the young version of Albus Dumbledore was sitting there looking up with admiration.

The young man pressed his hands hard on the long table, making a muffled sound, and then stared down at the young principal.

"Albus, listen to me, Albus."

His voice was full of charm, and Voldemort was attracted by his enthusiasm and publicity even without knowing what he wanted to express.

"Those ordinary people, they have lived an ordinary and ordinary life, but they have to keep talking about truth, just to drag you into the ordinary."

"Reject them, Albus, you are a genius, reject them," he growled, becoming feverish again.

"Crack."

The somewhat excited young principal accidentally knocked off the ornaments on the table, which caused the handsome young man to change his gaze, and his enthusiasm was somewhat restrained.

But Albus Dumbledore didn't care about all this. He stared at the young man in front of him intently and thoughtfully. He asked: "Gellert, what should I do?"

"Follow your gift, Albus."

The handsome young man walked around Dumbledore, picked up the fallen ornament, and put it back to its place. "Gift has given us a lot, we just need to follow in its footsteps."

Gellert stood up again—Voldemort had already guessed the identity of this person, Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Lord—slowly stretched out his right hand.

"call."

A ball of blue flame rose from his palm, changing its image at will, sometimes becoming his own face, sometimes becoming Dumbledore's.

"I once asked those professors how to make Li Huo controllable and powerful. They said it was evil - I don't deny it - they also said the curse of knowledge made them not know how to teach me, which is stupid. Excuse."

Dumbledore nodded, but he didn't seem to understand.

"It is very simple to break the curse of knowledge, Albus, but it is more difficult to liberate your mind. When you can do the latter, the former is nothing to you."

Grindelwald said, waving his hand to extinguish Li Huo, making several circles with his right hand in the air, then spreading it flat to the right, with his palm upward, making a gesture of invitation.

"Use your gift, Albus, and show me the extraordinary power of Transfiguration."

Dumbledore nodded and immediately took out his wand, but before he could make a move, Grindelwald spoke again...

"No, Albus, don't use the wand, it will solidify your abilities. Use the wand for combat or enhancement, not learning."

Dumbledore nodded, put away his wand, and reached out to the ornaments on the table - it looked like he was in the office before - and the ornaments began to transform into various small animals.

"Soulless, Albus, your magic has no soul."

Grindelwald's face was almost touching the ever-changing ornaments, "You have to have your own cognition and thought, and inject soul into your ornaments."

"I can not do it……"

"I wouldn't say that, Albus, never." Grindelwald shook his head and stood up, "Try, work hard, and of course, use the right method to bypass the non-existent curse, such as..."

As he spoke, he reached out and pointed at the ever-changing ornaments, and a ball of fierce fire appeared there, slowly turning into a "".

Voldemort frowned, and he found the relevant content of this ancient rune from his memory:

Ehwaz, represents cooperation.

"The strong fire will hurt it, Gellert..."

Dumbledore's words came to an abrupt end, because the object wrapped in fierce fire had no tendency to burn up, and it even became easier to control than before.

"Albus, wizards not only use magic to mobilize magic, but also emotions, and precise emotions help us adapt to and change magic." Grindelwald said.

Dumbledore nodded, frowning, as if he had realized something.

"Try something else, Albus, and don't be obsessed with appearances."

Grindelwald said, blowing on the ornament, and the blue fire on it disappeared. Then he pointed upward again:

"", Eihwaz, represents defense.

The blue fire that made up the runes was integrated into the ornament, and Dumbledore changed it several times, finally forming the shape of a shield.

"Smart choice, let's see if it's strong enough."

Grindelwald said, taking out his wand and flicking it several times.

The magic hit the shield, causing the small shield to retreat several times, but no damage was caused - at least not visible to the naked eye.

"Let me try the curse."

Grindelwald said, and used magic again. This time the attack was obviously more powerful, but it still only left some scratches on the shield, but could not completely break it.

"Excellent, Albus, you have perfectly integrated the power of runes into it." Grindelwald praised.

"No, Gellert."

There was obvious disappointment and frustration on Dumbledore's face, "If you didn't use these magic words, but I used them myself, it wouldn't have such an effect."

Voldemort couldn't help but nod.

If Dumbledore's control of the Transformation Spell allowed Voldemort to see the power of talent, then Grindelwald's control of the fire and magic text allowed him to see the magic of magic.

The two are not on the same scale at all.

The former represents talent and belongs to human beings, while the latter represents the new world and has exceeded the curse itself.