Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 27 Confronting Dumbledore
"Stop the curse."

A tall and thin figure in a purple cloak appeared at the end of the stone corridor in time.

The wand in his hand was pointing at Fiendflame coming toward him—the flame paused briefly, as if it had been frozen, and then it seemed to start backtracking in time, returning along the original path.

The flames backfired, leaving burn marks on the ground, and the rails disappeared.

The sound of "Curse Standing" also echoed in the underground secret passage along this trajectory.

When Harry was at the top of his turn and was about to be slammed down, Dumbledore's voice finally came down.

"Stop the curse."

Along with the sound, apart from the Fierce Flame that backfired until it disappeared, there was also a tyrannical torrent of magic.

In an instant, the curse exploded in front of the No. 713 underground vault, and the shock wave swept away everything, and the curse on Hagrid was immediately lifted.

His godless eyes suddenly widened, looking in horror at his falling arm, and Harry Potter who was about to be smashed to the ground.

"Ah~~~"

Harry, who woke up, looked at the ground that was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes, and instinctively called out.

At this moment, it seemed that everything was irreversible, but a clear but firm voice sounded.

"Harry Potter is coming."

It was Quirrell, no, more precisely, Voldemort.

At the moment when the magic torrent exploded, Quirrell escaped from the curse, and gave up his body in horror—he didn't know what happened to him at all, and only hoped that the master could turn the situation around.

And Voldemort, who was in control of his body, changed the spell slightly following the wand that Quirrell just waved.

The spell that was supposed to be "Flying with the Philosopher's Stone" was changed by him to "Flying with Harry Potter".

As a result, Harry Potter, who was about to fall to the ground, was pulled sideways by the Flying Curse, and Hagrid let go of his hand at a critical moment.

Harry Potter was flying, and a man in black wanted to use magic to end his life, but a red light flashed:

The first thing that appeared was a flaming phoenix, and the figure of Dumbledore was below.

"retreat."

The leader of the man in black gave the order without hesitation, and led everyone into the darkness, retreating quickly.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Voldemort used the Levitation Charm to steady Harry before he could see him crashing into him.

"Armor protection."

Dumbledore's wand pointed at Harry, and an almost solid quaint armor appeared on Harry's body.

"What happened here?"

Dumbledore held his wand, his eyes stayed on Hagrid and Voldemort for a short while, and finally looked at the figures hidden in the darkness.

"Beep~beep~~beep~~~"

The whistle was blown, it was Griphook waking up, calling for the guards.

"Suddenly someone attacked us." After panting, Hagrid said with lingering fear, "They used a jinx and Fiendfire."

Voldemort got up too, and with a look of vigilance, he came out from behind the stalactite with his wand in hand.

"Thanks to Quirrell, who saved Harry twice."

Hagrid wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and came to Harry's side to check if he was injured.

"Oh, Harry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was controlled by a curse. Thanks to Quirrell, I didn't make a big mistake."

Quirrell nodded to him, but remained vigilant - in fact, he was a little nervous about Dumbledore.

"them……"

Dumbledore's deep eyes swept over Quirrell, and then looked at Hagrid, "How do they know this place?"

"Sorry, Headmaster."

Hagrid said with red eyes, "I celebrated the day for Quirrell. I said something wrong. Many people have heard the secret. I looked for you, but you were not here."

"You should have reminded me with an owl." Dumbledore stepped forward and used magic to stop the bleeding for Hagrid - there was a gaping wound on his back, bleeding profusely.

"Yes, I should do that."

Hagrid was a little hesitant, but in the end he didn't say anything about Quirrell, but took everything silently, "But I don't think the problem is big, so I asked Quirrell to help me, he is trustworthy."

"of course."

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell with a much clearer gaze.

"There were ten of them."

Voldemort finally spoke, "But I don't know if there's more, Headmaster, are we going after it?"

While he was speaking, there were already many goblins flashing here, one of them was asking what happened to Griphook, and the others scattered to chase the man in black.

"unnecessary."

Before Dumbledore could speak, the goblin who seemed to be the leader refused, "The goblin will solve the problem by itself, no one can play wild here."

As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the gate of vault No. 713, preparing to close the gate.

"What?" Dumbledore asked.

"Here I am." Hagrid patted his coat pocket, the fabric still exposed.

"It looks like they don't need our help."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Harry Potter, "Are you okay? Can you proceed with the rest of the journey?"

"Oh... ah, of course, I... I can." Harry said a little stiffly, he hadn't recovered from his panic.

"Quirrell."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, the temptation deep in his eyes had disappeared, "I want to take Hagrid back for treatment, can you replace Hagrid and complete his task?"

Voldemort naturally understood what he meant, but he was quite strange in his heart-is it really good to give Harry Potter to him?
"No problem, Headmaster." Voldemort said without hesitation.

"Well, let's get out of here first."

As the headmaster said, he stretched out his hand to grab Hagrid, and Voldemort grabbed Hagrid's other arm. Harry stayed where he was, a little confused.

"Hold Hagrid, I need to hold my wand, watch out," Voldemort said to Harry.

Harry did so immediately, and then the four of them left the cold underground under the leadership of Phoenix.

"Boom."

At the gate of Gringotts, four people appeared out of thin air.

"Harry will leave it to you."

Dumbledore said to Voldemort that there was an entrustment in it.

"I chose a business gift for Harry, at the Yila Owl store."

Hagrid didn't wait for Voldemort to speak, but he spoke first. He looked at Harry with his big moist eyes, his eyes flickering because he was still blaming himself.

"Sorry, Harry, I messed up your birthday, hope you don't blame me."

"I won't, Hagrid, you're the nicest person I've ever met." Little Harry said sincerely.

Voldemort watched from the sidelines, but he had some recognition for this little guy in his heart-Harry did not lack courage, and could distinguish right from wrong, which was not easy for an 11-year-old child.

"Oh, Harry, you're wonderful."

Hagrid leaned down, ignoring the gazes from the side, and hugged Harry, then looked at Voldemort, "Help me give him the gift, okay? The clerk knows which one it is."

"No problem." Voldemort nodded.

"Take care of him," Hagrid instructed again.

"I know, you can rest assured that no one can hurt him." Voldemort assured.

Dumbledore watched from the sidelines, avoiding Harry's eyes a little, and looked at Voldemort's eyes, which became clearer and clearer.

"Send him to his aunt's house, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey," Dumbledore explained.

"Okay, Headmaster." Voldemort nodded, but felt more and more weird in his heart.

Afterwards, the two Apparated away, leaving Voldemort and Harry staring wide-eyed.

"Should I kill you, or kill you, or kill you?"

Voldemort had quite complicated thoughts in his mind.

　To vote, those who kill Harry raise their left hand, and those who don't kill Harry raise their right hand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)