Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

“It's you, Quirrell!”

Harry, just entering the room, saw Quirrell, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, wearing his purple turban.

He was only surprised for a moment before calming down, seemingly not surprised by Quirrell's appearance here.

Quirrell, however, was curious about Harry's reaction: “It is I, Harry Potter. You don't seem surprised. I thought you would suspect Severus Snape.”

“That's because your daily behavior at Hogwarts is too outrageous, Quirrell.

If the teachers and students at the school aren't blind, they can see that something is wrong with you.”

Speaking of this, Harry felt a little embarrassed, because he did suspect Snape at first, who looked like a bad person.

It was only during the stargazers' gathering, when everyone sat down together to analyze, that they realized Quirrell was more likely to be the problematic one than Snape, and Harry was one of the 'blind' people he mentioned.

“......”

After hearing Harry's words, Quirrell recalled his behavior and fell silent.

When Tom came to the room through the flames, he saw a scene of two people facing each other in silence.

‘Luckily, luckily, I didn’t miss the classic scene.’

While rejoicing, Tom quickly found a corner to hide in and watch the drama.

At the same time, Tom also discovered Dumbledore, who was also hiding on the other side watching the drama.

They smiled at each other, everything was understood without words.

At this moment, Harry, under Quirrell's threat, stood in front of the mirror and saw himself take the Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket and wink at himself in the mirror.

In reality, Harry quietly touched his pocket and indeed felt a hard object.

Seeing Harry standing in front of the mirror for a long time, Quirrell sternly asked: “Tell me, Potter, what do you see?”

This time, Harry didn't say a word, using all his strength to turn around and run away.

With a snap of Quirrell's fingers, walls of fire appeared around the room, blocking Harry's escape route.

At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again: “Let me talk to him personally.”

‘Here it comes, here it comes, the famous scene is here.’

Tom, who was almost dozing off, perked up when he heard this sentence.

Quirrell finally lived up to expectations and took off the purple turban, revealing Voldemort's ugly face on the back of his head.

“Harry Potter, we meet again!”

“Voldemort!”

The meeting of the savior and the Dark Lord, the hatred between the two almost materialized.

Tom, however, felt like he was revisiting a classic drama, and his heart turned into a barrage of comments, constantly complaining.

‘As expected of a childhood nightmare series, it's really ugly to the extreme, but according to Old Voldy's nature, next will probably be a bunch of nonsense.

Doesn't he know that villains die from talking too much?

Looking at each other, saying so much, is he trying to find a date?

Can't he just fight directly?’

Next, as Tom expected, Voldemort first recounted his miserable experiences over the years, and then tried to win Harry over to his side, even promising to resurrect Harry's parents.

This operation made Tom shake his head repeatedly.

‘Old Voldy's brain is indeed not very useful.

You killed someone's parents, and you still want them to join your camp.

Do you really think you're living in some brain-dead female-oriented novel on a certain website?

Besides, you're not a beauty like Emperor Ru Yan, and you've already made yourself ugly.

A face-hound like Harry would despise you with just one look.’

'As for resurrecting Harry's parents, that's even more nonsense.

You're still half-dead after so many years.

If you want to resurrect, resurrect yourself first.

Even Ron Weasley wouldn't believe this excuse.'

‘Also, if you like complaining so much, why not take the time to write a memoir, titled 'My Early Life', and I'll definitely give everyone at Hogwarts a copy to support you.’

Just as Tom was disdaining Voldemort, Voldemort finally lost his patience and attacked Harry, tearing off his mask.

“Ah!!!”

When Harry touched Quirrell, Quirrell let out a shrill scream, and the part of his arm that was touched was first petrified and then turned into dust.

'This is the ancient magic left by Lily?

It's indeed magical, no wonder even Old Voldy would covet it.'

Seeing Lily's sacrificial protection spell for the first time, Tom couldn't help but be secretly shocked, but then he had a new question.

‘Where did Lily's ancient magic come from?

It doesn't seem like Dumbledore gave it to her.’

After thinking carefully for a moment, combined with a theory he heard in his previous life, Tom thought of a possibility.

‘Unspeakables, Department of Mysteries.’

Just as Tom was considering finding time to explore the Department of Mysteries again, the battle on Harry's side was coming to an end.

Quirrell was held down tightly by Harry, and under the effect of the protection spell, his entire body was reduced to ashes.

Voldemort, who had lost his vessel, turned into a wisp of black smoke and passed through Harry's body, preparing to escape.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Voldemort felt excruciating pain and let out a sharp wail.

His already fragmented soul was now severely damaged, and he wouldn't be able to recover for a long time.

Voldemort couldn't help but turn his head, wanting to see who did it, only to see Tom holding his wand, looking at him with a smile, and saying in a relaxed and cheerful tone: “A little gift, you're welcome.”

What made him even more furious was that Tom, at an angle where Dumbledore couldn't see, took out the Gaunt family ring that he was extremely familiar with and put it on his finger, and said the word to him in a mocking tone: “Loser!”

At this moment, Voldemort lost his composure, roaring at Tom with burning anger: “Tom Riddle, how, how dare you!!! I will kill you!!!”

Tom raised his eyebrows and cleaned his ears with his little finger, treating Voldemort's incompetent rage as a breeze.

However, Voldemort's anger didn't last long, because a certain white-bearded old man NPC who always showed up on schedule also revealed his figure.

When Tom saw Dumbledore appear, he understood that this game called the Harry Growth Project was over.

Immediately, while Dumbledore's attention was still on Voldemort, he quickly took off the ring and threw it back into his storage space.

And Voldemort, at the moment he saw Dumbledore appear, immediately lost his temper, ignoring his injuries, and ran away in a panic, leaving only the words representing his last stubbornness.

“Dumbledore, and Tom Riddle, you just wait, I will be back!!!”