Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 137 Am I Being Too Kind?

"Master, I will welcome you back."

Quirrell said humblely, and carefully dragged Voldemort's soul with his wand, placing him between his eyebrows.

Then Quirrell closed his eyes and fell into a long silence.

Several other Death Eaters stared at Voldemort, waiting for him to wake up.

It was a while before Voldemort opened his eyes.

In an instant, these people realized that their Dark Lord was different from before.

If the Dark Lord before entering the diary gave them the feeling that his eyes were clear, then the Dark Lord after he came out gave them the feeling that his eyes were fierce.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord did not look at any of them. Instead, he was silent for a while, digesting the ferocity, and then slowly looked at everyone.

But in terms of feeling, this look is still different from before.

It can't be said that, it should be said that it is different from before entering the diary, but it is the same as the Dark Lord they are familiar with...

exactly the same.

"No wonder so."

Voldemort whispered softly, looking at one of the seven people from time to time, feeling the emotions coming from them...

Complexity, chaos, greed, ferocity, disgust, fear, respect, reverence...

No one who looks at himself is pure in his thoughts.

Voldemort slowly closed his eyes, using this ability to feel Quirrell's soul, fear, joy, disgust came from above...

disgust?

"Quirrell."

Voldemort spoke suddenly, startling the one in front of him, but then realized that the Dark Lord had not summoned any of them.

"What are you loathing?" Voldemort asked.

"Crabbe, he complains that his master has hurt his soul," answered the soul in his head.

Quirrell's disgust is becoming more intense. It turns out that I can also feel the emotions he exudes to others...

After thinking about it, Voldemort looked at Old Crabbe, listened attentively, and felt his emotions—dissatisfaction, very strong.

"Shh."

The yew wand was drawn out, and it pointed at Old Crabbe without stopping for a moment.

"Dig the heart and bone."

Voldemort's cold voice resounded in the basement, and at the same time there were several Death Eaters gasping for air.

But these voices were quickly covered by old Crabbe's wailing, and everyone looked at Voldemort in horror, and Lucius even had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"The feedback on his pain has also become more intense."

Voldemort murmured softly, as if analyzing rationally, which made everyone even more frightened—the familiar Dark Lord had returned.

"The influence of black magic on me will increase accordingly." After sighing, Voldemort looked at Lucius, "What are you disappointed about?"

"Lord...Master..."

"Call me Mr., or the Dark Lord." Voldemort said coldly, "To be honest, you have lost all your strength. Currently only Quirrell can call you that."

"Gudu."

Lucius swallowed a mouthful of spit, glanced at the struggling old Crabbe, and hurriedly looked at Voldemort's feet, "Dear Dark Lord, I dare not be disappointed."

"No, Lucius, you didn't answer my question."

Voldemort suddenly shook his right hand, the effect of the Cruciatus Curse suddenly increased, and Old Crabbe's wailing became more tragic, "Answer me, what are you disappointed about?"

He said almost word for word.

"Yes...it's your tyranny, Dark Lord, it scares me." Lucius finally expressed his thoughts tremblingly. He knew that the Dark Lord who could peek into people's thoughts had returned.

"Shh."

Voldemort put away his wand, frowned at Lucius for a while, and suddenly said, "You are right, Lucius, if this happens again in the future, you can tell me directly."

His words stunned everyone except Old Crabbe who was limp on the ground——Dark Lord has changed again?
"But I don't see anything wrong with that, Lucius."

Voldemort approached him, looked him in the eyes and asked, "Was it too kind of me when I returned? To give you the illusion that you can complain about my orders?"

He stared into Lucius' eyes, and Lucius looked tremblingly at Voldemort's feet.

Among the emotions, more fear was conveyed, and besides that, there was a glimmer of hope...

Voldemort thought for a moment, looked at the lower left corner of his sight, and lit the [Lin Zuo Moment].

In an instant, the tyranny in his heart was much less, but the noisy emotional transmission still made it difficult for him to calm down.

Can't make good use of the talent of telepathy... Voldemort sighed, and took the initiative to turn off this talent.

At this point, the whole world is clean.

"I'm sorry, Dark Lord, it's my fault. I will educate Crabbe and punish him for complaining." Lucius was about to kneel down on one knee to apologize.

"Snapped."

Voldemort grabbed his arm and said with a smile, "Let's stop here, Lucius, and don't take all the mistakes on yourself."

Lucius raised his head in surprise, and looked at Voldemort suspiciously—how did he change back?
"After I came back this time, my heart softened and I became kind."

After he helped Lucius up completely, he glanced at the crowd and said, "But I'm still the Dark Lord who made the wizarding world fearful. I don't want you to test me with the kindness and reason I found with great difficulty."

"We dare not, Dark Lord." They all said in unison—old Crabbe, who had just recovered, also whispered.

Voldemort walked to Old Crabbe, took his arm to help him up and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better, Dark Lord."

When Voldemort helped Old Crabbe, he flinched a bit, and then said without daring to move.

"Well, you deserve it too. Why can't you bear the pain that so many people can endure?"

Facing Voldemort's questioning, old Crabbe shy away from speaking.

"You, and old Goyle."

Voldemort glanced at Old Goyle, and Old Goyle immediately straightened up and looked ahead.

"The two of you are lacking in IQ. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Lucius for advice. If you have anything to say, put it in your stomach and don't make trouble for yourself, okay?"

Voldemort's words can be called earnest, but they are not very pleasant to hear, but the two big fools nodded fiercely, as if they understood.

Lucius wiped the sweat from his brow through the mask, thinking that his old buddy's troubles are over.

"I still believe in your loyalty, but sometimes you are too reckless in action."

While talking, Voldemort walked towards the diary and put it in his pocket, "In the future, listen more, read more, think more, learn from Lucius, understand?"

"Understood, Dark Lord."

A few Death Eaters answered loudly, but they all felt a little weird, why did it feel like they were back at Hogwarts?

Voldemort cut off the connection between several people again, so far the ceremony is over.

"That's it for today, everyone, let's go, I will call you when needed."

"Yes, Dark Lord."

Everyone responded, and then filed away.

(End of this chapter)