Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 19 I Want to Control Myself

The dark potion quickly filled the room with a stench.

"I stepped on the mine I buried, but I still have to lick it myself..."

Enduring the nausea, gritting his teeth and heart, Voldemort raised the golden cauldron.

"Gudu... gudu..."

The stench filled the mouth, and then entered the stomach along the throat... This sour taste is really hard to experience for the second time.

"Snapped."

He shook the golden cauldron in disgust, throwing it out of a pit, and Voldemort didn't care.

"Next, you need to go to sleep and try to peek at the starting point of the curse in the dream."

Voldemort thought about the next steps, but did not act immediately, but went to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth first.

After taking care of his oral hygiene, he came to bed and lay down, quickly fell asleep, and waited for the potion to take effect.

After sleeping for half an hour, in a trance, dreams began to appear:
In a dimly lit basement, many stone pillars engraved with entangled serpents soared to support the ceiling that melted into the high darkness, and the room was filled with a green and mysterious atmosphere.

At the end of the basement, the straight figure looked up at the tall statue behind, murmuring some inaudible words.

Voldemort wanted to take a closer look, but he had no way of manipulating the dream, which was completely different from the world in the Pensieve.

Staring at the straight back, Voldemort knew that it was his 20-year-old self.

Time flies, and now, he has lost his physical body and power, and has become a wandering soul in his 60s, while the back in front of him is still in full bloom...

Suddenly, the figure raised his wand, and a spell shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting the statue—there was no explosion or halo as imagined, and the statue directly absorbed the magic spell.

The whole dream began to dim, and finally, slowly disappeared from Voldemort's vision.

"call."

The sleeping Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, only the not-so-bright moonlight outside the window fell on the bed.

"That magic...that magic..."

Repeatedly murmured, picked up the yew wand at hand, and tried magic again and again according to the feeling in the dream:

forget all...

Cruciatus...

stupefied...

……

Voldemort tried all the magic that directly acted on the spirit, but until the magic power was almost exhausted, there was still no result.

"The soul is out of the body..."

From the yew wood wand, a green light shot out, and Voldemort's heart trembled.

"That's how it feels, but it's not complete...not complete..."

There was no color in the dream, and he couldn't see the color of the spell, but it felt like it was definitely not the Imperius Curse—more precisely, it was more than the Imperius Curse.

"Is it mixed magic? Similar to the Imperius Curse, if so..."

"Confusion."

The magic hit the roof and some walls fell off, but Voldemort didn't care at all, because he found the feeling of magic in his dream.

"Mainly confuse the audience, supplemented by the Imperius Curse... Voldemort's remnant soul, how much memory have you lost?"

He couldn't help complaining in his heart that the spell in the dream was obviously an enhanced version of the Confusion Curse, with the Imperius Curse feature, which could better confuse the public.

The Confusion Curse was originally just ordinary magic, but in Voldemort's hands, it has the characteristics of black magic - a powerful attribute of the most evil.

In other words, once this curse occurs—it must have a unique trigger condition—the confusion curse with the Imperius Curse attribute will act on itself, and at that time...

Voldemort couldn't help shivering.

He really couldn't imagine what would happen if he did something beyond his control under Dumbledore's eyes.

"No wonder Quirrell in my memory dared to cast a curse on Harry in the game in broad daylight..."

"It's no wonder that Lockhart, who has cultivated all forgetfulness into a divine skill, can't even use ordinary magic in the secret room..."

"No wonder Lupine, who has always been cautious and low-key, actually watched and drank his Wolfsbane potion on the most critical day..."

"No wonder Barty Crouch Jr. finished his mission..."

"..."

Everything seemed to have an answer at this moment. The cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts really lived up to its name.

"So how do I avoid being confused?"

Voldemort was stumped, he didn't even know the triggering conditions of the curse, so how could he guard against it?

"Could it be... give up?"

Such an idea came into his mind, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Giving up at this time will do more harm than good:
First of all, with Quirrell's identity, there will definitely be problems. At that time, it is estimated that he will face the endless pursuit of the old bees.

Secondly, the old bee can't be consumed according to the original plan - in fact, he doesn't quite agree with this idea in his heart.

In the end, Hogwarts had his Horcruxes, and enough knowledge of magic, which he desperately needed.

Now, although he can rely on Quirrell's powerful magic power to cast magic and even black magic, he has not studied systematically after all, and there are still many deficiencies.

Especially after seeing the former Dark Lord's changes to the confusion spell, he was full of desire to learn magic knowledge systematically.

Even though as a teacher, he can't go to class like a student, but Hogwarts has a huge library and powerful professors who can answer his questions at any time, which is what he urgently needs.

And before they become stronger, the Death Eaters are not credible—at least the Death Eaters outside Azkaban are not credible.

"So, I still have to go, even if the first stumbling block is set by myself."

With a decision in mind, Voldemort stopped hesitating and began to plan for the future.

He took out a diary and began to sort out his thoughts:

First: Beware of confusion spells and plan ahead for possible surprises.

Second: Try to advance the plot until it is not feasible.

Third: weaken Dumbledore's suspicion of me, and try to keep Quirrell's identity safe.

Fourth: Make a study plan, including but not limited to this entire year.

Fifth: Make a teaching plan, focus on the cultivation of Slytherin, and subtly influence Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor to be determined (ready to give up).

Sixth: Pay attention to Azkaban and find a way to save loyal ministers...

……

The plans were listed one by one, and Voldemort's restless heart gradually calmed down.

The Confusion Curse cast by the 20-year-old Voldemort is terrifying, but he is not immune to it, but in this way, it is almost impossible to ensure the smoothness of the plot.

"If possible..."

While tearing up the page where the text was written, together with the following pages, and burning them together, he thought, "The best way is to control yourself and not be affected by the confusion spell."

　It must be extremely difficult to change the spell, but looking at Snape's invincibility, it is not a big problem for a genius, especially for a genius like Voldemort, his talent in the dark arts is obvious .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)