Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 100 The Devil in Magic
Florence National Academy of Fine Arts at dusk.

Voldemort followed the headmaster, walked through the spot of light shining through the flying buttresses of the building, and entered a Gothic building with a dome.

Voldemort, who just asked Dumbledore to watch the game, will be taught by the headmaster here.

"The sculpture of David, the work of Michelangelo, is a perfect work of art."

Dumbledore said, dancing like a band leader, and then David, who was more than four meters tall, jumped off the pedestal and danced around the two of them.

"I still haven't been able to transform his complete body. Believe me, if you can reproduce such a sculpture—even if it is not perfect—your transfiguration will undoubtedly step into the ranks of masters."

As he spoke, the wand moved, and the sculpture of David began to rotate the sling in his hand, as if he could hit a stone with a strong impact at any time.

"His legs are deliberately exaggerated, and his thighs are too long. They shouldn't fit the proportions of the human body perfectly. Is this okay?" Voldemort asked while looking at the introduction.

"That's another question, Quirrell." Dumbledore waved his wand. David returned to his original position and stood still. Dumbledore stretched out his hand and said, "Take me tight."

Voldemort took Dumbledore's hand, and then the two of them apparated and came to a long corridor, where people came and went, and there were many sculptures for the first time.

"Transfiguration must follow the technique of sculpture after all, Quirrell, can you understand the purpose of showing you these?" Dumbledore did not rush towards which sculpture, but asked him.

"You mean, if I can become a master sculptor, even a pseudo-master, my Transfiguration will improve completely, don't you?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "You don't know how shocked I was when I walked into Florence for the first time. There is no doubt that this is a paradise for transfiguration wizards."

Voldemort scanned left and right, and there were no fewer than dozens of sculptures visible to the naked eye.

"I advocate traveling. It's not like the Black Forest. Although it's useful, seeing the beauty and gaining experience can help you understand by analogy and greatly improve the talent of wizards." Dumbledore said, and finally stepped forward.

Voldemort nodded and followed him.

"Looking at the statue of Purseus, what can you feel?" Dumbledore asked, pointing to a statue in the far distance of the corridor.

"Composure, boldness... and a little compassion?" Voldemort replied.

"Compassion, very good, you saw the deep meaning in his expression, let's get closer."

Dumbledore said, moving forward through the crowd, leading Voldemort to the statue, "From this angle, what do you see?"

Looking up at the sculpture, Voldemort first glanced at the head of Medusa which was held by Perseus. Those closed eyes made Voldemort think of the basilisk.

When he shifted his gaze to Perseus's face, he found that it was completely different from what he saw in the distance.

Looking up from the bottom up, it seems to be stared at by the downcast eyes of Perseus, and there is also a little winner's smile on his face.

"Proud, confident... the excitement after killing?" Voldemort asked uncertainly, turned to look at Dumbledore, only to find that he was staring at the sculpture with a serious face.

"Emotions, the devil in magic."

He sighed and lowered his head, his tall body enveloped Voldemort, "You must remember, boy, control your emotions in magic, otherwise you will step into the boundless darkness, those two people are a lesson from the past."

Voldemort smiled awkwardly, and said, "Principal, I think...you think highly of me."

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile and did not express any further views on the matter.

"Let's talk about magic, Quirrell." Dumbledore said, "David's exaggerated long legs and the change of expression in this sculpture are actually to convey emotions."

Voldemort listened carefully at once—Dumbledore was talking about skill at first, and through stone carving skills, Transfiguration can be promoted to master level.

Now when he talks about emotions, it should be a deeper concept.

"If a wizard, he can add emotions, or a spirit, to his Transfiguration."

Dumbledore frowned for some reason, but he continued, "Then this wizard's Transfiguration will go from a master to a top existence."

"How top-notch?" Voldemort asked.

"One of the very few in the world." Dumbledore said seriously, "but choose your emotions carefully."

Voldemort nodded immediately, expressing obediently that he would not go astray.

Afterwards, Dumbledore took him to visit all the sculptures in this place—Lord's Square—and explained in detail the techniques used in the creation of the sculptures, as well as the emotions endowed by those artists in these sculptures.

"So, if these sculptors are wizards, aren't they all masters of Transfiguration?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore.

"Undoubtedly, that is certain." Dumbledore replied affirmatively, "But if you look at the history of Muggles, how many master sculptors are there?"

Voldemort thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

After all, elites are a minority, and the lives of many masters are also full of suffering and twists and turns.

They climbed out of suffering to create an immortal chapter. Even if these people change to one field, who dares to say that their indomitable will will fail in another field?

"Skills and emotions, Headmaster, are you teaching me these?"

The sun had set and there were far fewer people in the square, and he asked Dumbledore as Voldemort and Dumbledore sat resting on the bench.

"No, I said it earlier, I just teach you to understand by analogy, child."

Dumbledore glanced at the ubiquitous sculptures in the square, and it can be seen that he loves these sculptures, "You have your own choice, magic talent, temperament, hobbies, too many things determine your magic. road."

Voldemort nodded, indicating that he had benefited a lot—even with the memory in the remnant soul, Voldemort still felt that his horizons had been broadened.

"Then at the end, let me show you some sculptures, as the end of this lesson and as a wake-up call." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took Voldemort and left here.

Later, he saw the sculpture of Pluto abducting Persephone. The details of this sculpture are full of things that can arouse people's desire.

In this way, Dumbledore introduced to Voldemort the dangers of inappropriate emotions-how much temptation does this emotion have on others if it has such a great influence on him?

Voldemort, who had slaughtered the village, knew very well how much the backlash caused by the killing had an impact on people, so he nodded approvingly, and warned himself in his heart...

Never go the same way as the ghoul.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts, how about you?" Dumbledore asked him as the night was late and the class was over.

"I……"

Before Voldemort could speak, a very tired-looking owl flew in the distance—it seemed to have run a long way, and its eyes were full of resentment.

"It should have been chasing you..." Dumbledore took the owl, handed the letter to Voldemort, and then took out food to feed it. "I have taken you to transfer too many times, and it is exhausted."

Voldemort nodded with a wry smile, thinking that this owl was really embarrassing, and then opened the letter.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked curiously seeing Voldemort hesitated.

"It's Hermione. She invited me to visit her house tomorrow afternoon. His father wants a wizard friend. I said too much earlier that I can..." Voldemort said helplessly.

This little girl is really chasing after her.

"Then go and have a look, and treat it as a home visit." Dumbledore encouraged with a smile.

Voldemort flashed a smirk, but said nothing.

　[Voldemort, who just invited Dumbledore to watch the game, will be taught by the principal here. 】This sentence represents the deleted chapter. That chapter was originally about the devil playing the role of the principal, but everyone doesn’t seem to like it, so delete it... It will be on the shelves at this time tomorrow. I’m so nervous. I don’t know how many Subscriptions, no matter what, must exceed 250, if it is less than 20:1, it would be too embarrassing...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)