Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

As the black door that Tom entered through slowly closed, the walls of the circular room spun rapidly, making it impossible to tell which door he had come through.

“A boring little trick.”

Watching the spinning walls gradually come to a halt, Tom scoffed.

Looking again at the twelve identical doors, now was the time to test Tom's luck.

Tom randomly chose a door and pushed it hard.

Huh? It didn't budge.

Tom, not believing it, pushed again with all his might, but it still didn't move.

“Alohomora!”

“Reducto!”

“Avada Kedavra!”

......

From the simplest unlocking charm to the Killing Curse, and even using Fiendfyre to burn it, the door remained the same, showing no sign of opening.

“Locked Room. I definitely didn't wash my hands before coming out today, otherwise, how could I have chosen this room right away.”

Tom couldn't help but complain as his non-European attribute exploded.

“However, this room, according to Dumbledore, seems to be his favorite, described by him as the power of love, more magical and terrifying than death, human intelligence, or the power of nature, so...”

Tom took out a small Voldemort-brand cassette player from his storage space and inserted a cassette that he had treasured for a long time, made using the basic principles of recording.

As Tom pressed the play button, it emitted the embarrassing and suggestive voices of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Unfortunately, after listening for a long time, the door still didn't budge when Tom tried to push it again.

“It seems that the love between Dumbledore and Grindelwald is not enough. I even recorded for half a semester, then edited it word by word. It's completely useless.”

“Forget it, it's more worthwhile to sell your copy to 'The Daily Prophet' or 'The Quibbler' to earn some small change.”

Seeing no reaction, Tom cursed inwardly and, not wanting to waste any more time on it, turned around and pushed open another door.

This time, Tom smoothly pushed open the door and walked in.

In the very center of the almost empty room, with only a table, was a glass tank large enough for Tom to swim in, filled with a dark green liquid, inside which many white things were floating slowly.

“Brain Room.”

Tom slowly approached the glass tank and suddenly felt that something was eroding his consciousness.

“Alive?”

Tom fully activated his Occlumency, carefully observing the brains inside the glass tank.

“It's actually still active, how is that possible?”

“But thinking from another perspective, is it possible to inject one's own spirit, memories, and emotions into another person's body, overwriting their brain and soul, to achieve immortality?”

Tom couldn't help but mutter to himself.

However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong: “Wait, something's not right, why does this sound so familiar?”

After searching his mind for a while, Tom suddenly realized that this was Orochimaru's Living Corpse Reincarnation technique, which could also be called body snatching in cultivation novels.

“Thinking about it this way, maybe this idea can really be realized.”

Tom suddenly felt that this path to immortality should be more popular than Voldemort's desperate creation of Horcruxes, after all, it doesn't involve disfigurement.

“So, Uncle Snake, why didn't you transmigrate over here? I kind of miss you.”

While Tom was rambling and reminiscing about Orochimaru, he took out a glass jar that had been enchanted with a Space Extension Charm.

Using the Levitation Charm to control the glass jar, he filled it with the dark green liquid, along with a white brain, and then contentedly put on the lid.

With this insurance, this operation wouldn't be a complete loss.

Tom suddenly remembered that in the fifth book, 'Order of the Phoenix', Voldemort made a series of fierce moves just to get the prophecy ball containing the complete prophecy of him and the Savior, but in the end, it was all for nothing.

“So, let me think carefully, it seems to be in row 9… ninety-something, right, it seems to be row 97.”

Tom wandered through the room, looking for the location of row 97.

“Here it is, row 97, now let me see where the prophecy ball is?”

Tom carefully searched the shelves in row 97, and soon found the prophecy ball labeled 'Dark Lord' and 'Harry' near the end, leaning inward.

Only those who are prophesied can take it off the shelf, but Tom, having been verified by Voldemort as friend or foe, reached out and took it directly without hesitation.

As for what to do if he failed, Tom didn't care anyway, he wasn't Voldemort who only heard half of it, he knew the complete content of the prophecy.

“This is the prophecy ball that Voldemort longed for in the original book, it's nothing special.”

Tom, who unexpectedly took the prophecy ball, tossed it in his hand, and then threw it into his storage space to gather dust.

“But, looking at it this way, it's really awkward.”

Tom, who had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, looked at the empty space on the shelf and felt awkward no matter how he looked at it. So he rummaged around in his storage space and finally found a glass ball of about the same size in the corner and tried to put it on.

“It actually works?! But what exactly did Voldemort hear? Let me think carefully.”

Looking at the glass ball stably placed on the shelf, Tom was almost stunned. It was estimated that no one in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries had ever operated like Tom in so many years, but since it was possible this way, Tom decided to改造 the glass ball again.

After some manipulation, Tom contentedly placed the freshly baked glass ball on the shelf.

If someone was still alive, and even had the chance to get this glass ball, after breaking it, they would hear a female voice: “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… He will have the Dark Lord's blood flowing in his veins, as the Dark Lord's offspring, he will possess power greater than the Dark Lord's… Unless one loves the other, one must die at the hand of the other…”

After Tom's modification, the original content of the language was completely changed, but Dumbledore was probably the only one in the world who knew the complete prophecy content, and who in this world would ask Dumbledore?