Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 28 Walking with Harry

This time of year is the busiest time in Diagon Alley.

Almost all British wizards will come to Diagon Alley in the past few days. They don’t necessarily have to buy anything, but just want to feel the people coming and going in Diagon Alley.

Voldemort and Harry stood face to face in the crowd, one pondered whether to kill or not, and the other pinned the bedroom with his foot.

"Let's go buy you a uniform first." Voldemort was still afraid of Dumbledore after all, "I can buy a hot drink on the way, you need to calm down."

"Thank you... Professor Quirrell."

After experiencing everything just now, little Harry was obviously not in high spirits. He followed in Voldemort's footsteps and walked in silence for a while before speaking again.

"Professor Quirrell, has the wizarding world always been this dangerous?"

This is a question that surprised Voldemort. Does this little guy want to give up?
"I... I'm just curious."

Facing Voldemort's puzzled gaze, little Harry said timidly.

"Not very dangerous." Voldemort shrugged, "It was just an accident."

Harry nodded, and moved his short legs quickly, keeping up with Quirrell's race-like speed.

"Madame Malkin's Robe Shop, tell her you're a freshman, she knows how to do it," said Voldemort, stopping in front of the shop, "I'm going to buy a hot drink, you need it."

Harry looked at Voldemort nervously, obviously not wanting him to leave, but Voldemort's eyes were quite firm.

"Okay, but can you come back soon?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Of course, be brave, boy, it's safe here."

Watching Harry walk into the shop, Voldemort frowned slightly when he turned around—in the depths of his soul, murderous intent surged, and the part belonging to Voldemort's remnant soul was at work.

kill a child?He couldn't imagine it.

Perhaps in the darkest hour, he would do so without hesitation, but in his waking state, the newborn Voldemort would not let him go at all—after all, he is not the original him, the soul of Lin Zuo from peacetime, in this matter , played a decisive role.

"perhaps……"

Voldemort thought, "I can't even use the Unforgivable Curse in my waking state."

……

"You are the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirrell."

Returning to Quirrell at the door of Mrs. Malkin's robe store, he met Lucius Malfoy.

He was dressed luxuriously and neatly, and seemed to have nothing to do with the previous robbery. Dobby the house elf followed him far away, carrying a stack of books.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy." Voldemort replied, holding a hot drink.

"I heard that you were in Gringotts when the robbery happened, weren't you?" Malfoy asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, several men in black attacked us."

"Can you confirm their identities?"

"No."

Voldemort had no interest in chatting with him, but Malfoy didn't want to stop. Fortunately, at this moment, Draco Malfoy came out.

"Oh, son, meet your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell."

Malfoy had called the boy and introduced him to Voldemort.

"Hello, Professor." Little Malfoy bowed politely, looking like a little adult.

"Hello, little Malfoy." Voldemort responded with a smile, but he saw little Malfoy frowning.

"He prefers to be called Draco, Draco Malfoy," Big Malfoy explained.

"Then he needs corresponding strength." Voldemort said with some dissatisfaction, "The mismatch between temper and ability will only harm him."

Big Malfoy raised his brows, and his eyes were deep, filled with suspicion.

"My father is a school trustee, if..."

Before Little Malfoy could finish speaking, Big Malfoy stopped him.

"Shut up, Draco." Big Malfoy said seriously, "Apologize, to your professor."

"What? Father, you actually..." Little Malfoy wanted to resist.

"Apologize."

Big Malfoy said in a tone that could not be refused, but little Malfoy still hesitated, and just when Big Malfoy was about to take action, Voldemort spoke.

"It doesn't have to be."

There was a slight change in Voldemort's tone, which instantly made Malfoy feel struck by lightning.

"I'll educate him, at Hogwarts."

Voldemort looked at Big Malfoy, his eyes calm and unwavering.

"Master...I...yes, Mr. Professor, you can do this." Big Malfoy bowed slightly at this moment, with his originally straight spine.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Why..."

Draco was halfway through his words when his father's staff fell on his ass.

"Shut up, Draco, don't say anything." Big Malfoy said nervously.

"Well, don't teach children in public, you need to consider their self-esteem." Voldemort reminded.

"Yes, Mr. Professor."

Big Malfoy was respectful, and then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Do you need me to see you? Or do something?"

"Don't do anything, don't show anything, that's the best." Voldemort said softly, and glanced at Draco at the same time.

The little guy lowered his head and was wronged by himself.

"Okay, then..."

Big Malfoy wanted to bow down, but he straightened up again when he thought of what Voldemort said just now, but he didn't know how to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, then, Harry is coming out, and I have to take him to buy books." Voldemort said with a smile, and waved goodbye to the incredible Big Malfoy.

"Goodbye...Mr. Quirrell." Big Malfoy bid farewell dully, then took his child's hand and left. Dobby followed behind them, hopping after them.

"Squeak."

There was a knock on the door, Voldemort turned his head and saw Harry.

"That's an impolite guy." Harry also saw Malfoy's back, "He always says strange things."

"It's the discrimination of the wizarding world, just like the Muggle world, it's always inevitable." Voldemort said, then took out a small cloth bag and handed it to Harry.

"What is this?" Harry asked curiously.

"A cloth bag with the Untraceable Stretching Charm added, for your birthday present," said Voldemort.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell, this is the first birthday present I've ever received, the first in eleven years."

Excitedly, he took the cloth bag and looked back and forth, but no matter how he looked at it, it was just an ordinary bag.

"Its space is much larger than it looks, and you can put your school uniform in it." Voldemort began to teach him how to use it.

"Amazing."

After trying several times, Harry said, putting the clothes in and taking them out again.

"Magic, always."

As Voldemort said, he handed over the hot drink and instructed, "Using the Untraceable Stretching Charm without permission is illegal, so don't use it frequently in front of people."

"Ahem..." Harry, who was drinking a hot drink, was startled by Voldemort's words.

"Don't be afraid, if someone finds out, you can say that I gave it to you." Voldemort said with a smile.

He is not afraid of the Ministry of Magic, he is only afraid of Dumbledore, especially after seeing Dumbledore's enhanced version of "Curse Stop".

"Where are we going next?" Harry carefully put the cloth bag into his trouser pocket, and asked after a vigilant glance at the passers-by around him.

"Leihen Bookstore." Voldemort said as he led the way.

"What is Quidditch?" Harry asked, following in his footsteps.

"A game of riding a broom, you must be very talented." Voldemort said with a curl of lips.

He doesn't like broomsticks, and neither does the fused soul.

Voldemort himself, invented the flying spell, partly because he thought riding a broom was silly.

The other part of the soul felt that riding that thing to stop and accelerate was not friendly to men, and witches didn't care.

Of course, he who can fly by himself doesn't need to think about these issues at all.

Along the way, Harry asked all kinds of questions. It can be seen that after drinking the hot drink, Harry was full of curiosity about the wizarding world.

However, unlike Hagrid's teaching, the concept taught by Voldemort is more straight to the core:

"Professor Quirrell, what is Gryffindor?"

"College, the four creators of Hogwarts, each with their own names, established a total of four colleges."

"Professor Quirrell, which college do you come from?"

"Laventlaw represents wisdom."

"What do Gryffindor and Slytherin represent? And Hufflepuff."

"Courage, honor and loyalty, but I prefer to describe Hufflepuff as tenacity, each of which is a cornerstone of the wizarding world."

"Where am I going?"

"It should be Gryffindor, you don't lack for courage, and your parents went there."

"..."

Walking and chatting all the way, Voldemort answered all his doubts. They didn't leave Diagon Alley until they looked at him and got the wand that was once very close to them.

"Go in, Harry, and see you when school starts."

Voldemort speaking to Harry at the gate of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Okay, Professor." Harry walked towards the yard, but stopped suddenly, "But how do I get there?"

Voldemort also froze suddenly, and asked suspiciously, "Hagrid didn't give you a ticket?"

"What ticket?" Harry's eyes told Voldemort that he knew nothing about it.

"Uh...King's Cross Station on September [-]st, the ticket to Hogwarts."

Voldemort thought for a while, and said, "Hagrid probably forgot, and I'll ask him to owl it to you later."

"Okay, thank you Professor, I am very glad that you can accompany me to celebrate my birthday. I am really happy today." Harry bid farewell politely. This kid was still very cheerful.

Voldemort nodded with a smile and watched him walk into the yard.

It would be great if Voldemort didn't kill so many people before... Voldemort thought while rubbing his head.

At the moment when he thought about it, in the lower left corner of his line of sight, under the dark words [Darkest Moment], a new skill lit up:
【Lin Zuo moment】.

　Harry is still pretty cute.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)