Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 52 Misunderstood
"Snapped."

The first bead in the bracelet breaks, and a mantra magically manifests.

"Huh...huh..."

Voldemort's consciousness returned from the book, and he immediately took a quick breath to relieve the pain in his fingers.

Slightly raised his right hand, the palm was trembling, as if pain had been applied there - but the finger looked the same as before, it was not hurt.

"Cruel experiment, wouldn't it be good to use Legilimency on others?"

Voldemort complained in his heart, he really couldn't understand the world of dog licking.

When his right hand stopped shaking, Voldemort was going to open Chapter 2 to see what was there, but...

The pages couldn't be opened at all, as if he hadn't met the necessary conditions.

"Damn it, you have to feel it all before you can read the next chapter. Is it so cruel?"

Voldemort was furious. He picked up his wand and tried to remove the magic from the book, but his reason finally stopped him.

If he did that, it was very likely that even the contents of the book would be destroyed, and he would not get the final contents.

In silence, Voldemort began to think about whether the sacrifice was worth it:

First of all, this book can give him a deeper understanding of the restoration spell.

Secondly, at the end of this book, there is a part about soul restoration.

From these two points of view, all the efforts are worthwhile, just the price...

Silently put the hands on the string, all the spells stopped immediately, and then took them off and put them in the drawer. He decided to face all this alone.

then……

The painful journey began again and again.

From a broken finger, to a broken arm, to a completely shattered thigh bone...

"Mr. Matthews, you are indeed a ruthless person..."

Before falling asleep, Voldemort thought so.

……

"Qiro, your condition doesn't look very good."

Hagrid said with concern, "You don't have to worry about Malfoy, with the headmaster here, don't be afraid."

He came to the teacher's seat early in the morning just to comfort Quirrell.

He had not thought it necessary at first, but now it seemed necessary—the friend was indeed in trouble.

"I'm not afraid, Hagrid, I think I'm all right."

Voldemort replied feebly, but the trembling of his hand holding the fork made his words less convincing.

"Oh my God, what did Malfoy do that day? How dare he do this to you, you're in Gringotts..."

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted him.

"Shut up, Hagrid, don't say any more."

After Professor McGonagall severely reprimanded Hagrid, he rarely looked at Voldemort with tender eyes, "I didn't expect this to affect you so much, Quirrell, is there anything I can do?"

Voldemort raised his head helplessly - which made the professors mistakenly think that he was expressing his grievance - his eyes swept across the professors who were looking at him with concern, and heaved a long sigh.

Can't explain...he thought so.

"I guess I'm not afraid of it."

Voldemort saw disbelief in the professors' eyes, but he had to find a reason to make it up.

"But I have to be prepared, so I'm studying the blood curse, which may have caused some damage to my body."

As he spoke, he raised his hand—starting from his upper arm, there was a slight tremor.

"Oh, it's a blood curse."

Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly, and said, "I asked the principal, but he couldn't solve it. I don't think I have such ability either."

The other professors also shook their heads helplessly, obviously they had nothing to do.

"How about talking to a vampire?"

Hagrid refused to give up and said, "The headmaster must be able to influence them, can't he?"

The professors looked at Hagrid with helplessness in their eyes—this kid knew enough about magical creatures, but vampires were not among them.

"I can't, Hagrid."

Dumbledore's appearance eased the awkward atmosphere, "The blood curse is a private matter, even for vampires."

As he spoke, he looked at Voldemort, and Voldemort immediately nodded, indicating that it was indeed so.

"What's more, this is a spell that can't be solved at all, unless Quirrell and the vampire reach a certain condition."

This sentence aroused Hagrid's interest. He looked at Voldemort, his eyes widened. It meant:

to fulfill that condition.

"It's complicated, Hagrid. Can we talk about this later? I'm hungry." Voldemort said helplessly.

He didn't want to explain too much about the blood curse. Lies can't stand scrutiny, so silence is golden.

"Okay, don't bother Quirrell."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Voldemort again and said, "Don't worry, the directors cannot change my decision."

Voldemort nodded firmly, showing his trust in Dumbledore - he saw fatigue in Dumbledore's eyes, and it seemed that Malfoy was doing well.

After Dumbledore promised, finally no one bothered him, except Hagrid.

For this reason, Voldemort had to finish his breakfast quickly, then dragged Hagrid out of the castle, and chatted for a while.

After sending Hagrid away, Voldemort met Hermione again-she asked about Voldemort's status and expressed concern for his trembling hands.

"I have no problem, Hermione, let's go to class," he answered Hermione.

Today's morning class was still in the first and second grades of Gryffindor, arranged according to the size of the week, his Friday classes were changing, otherwise he would not be able to complete all the classes by himself.

Unlike yesterday's theory class, in this class, Voldemort led them to the Forbidden Forest.

Yes, Gryffindor first-year and second-year students will be the first to experience the charm of the Maple Leaf training ground.

……

Maple Leaf training ground, in front of Hagrid's hut.

"Truman, you are in charge of getting them in in order."

Voldemort gave instructions to his assistant, and then looked at Hagrid, "The two of us will go in and patrol the training ground to prevent the children from being fatally injured."

"Okay, Quirrell, I'm fine."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Voldemort's right hand again—although it was no longer trembling, he was still worried.

"I have no problem, Hagrid, it's ready." Voldemort said helplessly.

In fact, it's not good, it's just a burst of trembling, which originated from the injury in the forbidden book last night, the pain has already affected his consciousness, and it probably needs to be relieved for a while to get better.

"If you get hurt, no matter it's fatal or not, call out in time, Hagrid and I are here." Voldemort instructed the students again.

"No problem, professor, when shall we start?" The lion cubs were eager to try, and their eagerness was already written on their faces.

"Now."

Voldemort didn't waste any time and said directly.

Then came the grouping, this is very simple, a group of four, if the number is not enough, add one or two more people to each group, in short, no less than four people.

Divided into groups, Voldemort and Hagrid walked into the training ground first, and then Truman put the students in batches.

"We try to hide it as much as possible so that the students won't find out, just observe from a distance."

After instructing Hagrid once more, Voldemort himself hung behind the first group of students and walked into the training base on the left side of the training ground.

The Maple Leaf training ground finally opened on the fifth day after school started.

(End of this chapter)