Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 86 The Curse of Knowledge

Voldemort's face showed disappointment, but he was looking forward to merging the Horcrux as soon as possible.

He is certain—the day when the Horcrux returns, when the talent is recast.

"Is there no other way, Headmaster?" Voldemort asked bitterly.

Dumbledore thought for a while, then sighed: "Knowledge can effectively change talents. As a Ravenclaw, I think you know this, but do you know the 'curse of knowledge'?"

Voldemort was puzzled, this was a word he hadn't heard before.

"This is not a man-made curse, it's just a saying, it means..."

Dumbledore paused and said seriously, "Once a person has mastered certain knowledge, he will not be able to imagine what this knowledge looks like in the eyes of the unknown."

Voldemort was thinking seriously, and the headmaster's room became quiet. Dumbledore did not disturb him, but gently picked up the cup and took a sip of his drink.

"You mean," said Voldemort, "you can do it, but you don't know how to instruct others to do it... It's not a secret, it's just that you can't understand the kind of thinking that happened earlier..."

His explanation was messy, but Dumbledore still understood what he meant and nodded to show that it was true.

"That's why the predecessors decomposed magic and used spells, gestures and other methods to assist. This solved the trouble of learning spells, but to be honest, compared with talents, these are nothing."

Rarely, Dumbledore said something unpleasant with a certain tone - nothing.

As if to prove all this, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a small silver ornament on the table—the color and material of the ornament began to change constantly.

"When I was young, when I didn't have a wand, I could make objects change. It was amazing. I didn't know the reason, let alone the principle."

Voldemort stared at the ornament, trying to feel Dumbledore's magic, but the magic power was very weak, almost non-existent - this extraordinary talent for transfiguration is really enviable.

Parseltongue, Teleportation, Word Charm... Voldemort thought of his own talent, which he learned naturally without being taught.

"When I started to learn magic—our transfiguration courses at that time, it was very slow—I quickly mastered the way of transformation, and there was no need for any magic spells."

While Dumbledore was speaking, the small silverware began to deform, sometimes it was a mouse, and sometimes it was a spider.

"Will you specially strengthen your studies in this area?" Voldemort asked curiously.

In his memory, Voldemort himself didn't work hard on Parseltongue and telekinesis, but the charm of words, which he has studied and used proficiently.

"No, talent will guide you to learn and grow naturally." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he finally stopped, and the silver jewelry returned to its original appearance.

"Principal." Voldemort said with a bitter face, "I don't think you should call it the curse of knowledge, but the curse of talent."

"No, not really."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a shallow stone basin with runes and symbols carved around its edges flew onto his desk - Voldemort recognized it as a Pensieve.

"Innate talent can also be turned into knowledge. Otherwise, how do you think ancient magic was passed down? Could it be that those spells were imagined by one person?"

While he was speaking, he pointed at his temple with the Elder Wand, and he pulled out the flowing silver threads again and again, and sprinkled them lightly on the Pensieve.

During the whole process, Voldemort was silent and did not dare to speak, he was a little panicked...

If he entered the Pensieve for a while, he was [-]% sure that his soul would be exposed.

Imagine that scenario:

Dumbledore entered first, then turned to look...

"Oh, Mr. Riddle, what a coincidence."

This is simply the scene of a large social death.

But if he chooses not to go... a huge opportunity is in front of him, how can he be embarrassed?

"Quirrell." He woke up Quirrell deep in his soul, "The process is probably like this... Next, you need to deal with the principal, you need to be like this..."

After the quick command, the two exchanged control of their bodies in an instant, and Voldemort began to hide in the depths of the blood curse, watching everything from afar...

This was originally my chance...

Uh, uh, uh, uh...

"The curse of knowledge prevents me from telling you how I comprehended the more profound transformation spell...but I think this process will enlighten you..."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Quirrell with kindness in his eyes.

Voldemort: Kindness?Try it out!

"Okay, principal."

Quirrell got up and approached the table, then lowered his head without hesitation.

Voldemort didn't know how he felt, anyway, his whole body trembled for a moment, and Dumbledore followed him and looked at the Pensieve.

In the huge principal's office, there is only Voldemort hiding under the blood curse, and Phoenix Fox who keeps straightening his feathers.

After a while, Quirrell's soul returned to its place, and Dumbledore got up immediately. He didn't rush to ask anything, but returned the Pensieve...

The Pensieve, like the wand, is a very personal item of the wizard. Even if it is buried, the Pensieve is usually placed in the tomb, especially the wand.

"How do you feel, what are your insights?" Dumbledore asked after all this was done.

"Pretend to think, don't rush to answer," Voldemort said immediately.

"I need to think about it, Principal..." Quirrell said, frowning.

Dumbledore nodded, picked up the drink again and took a sip, looking much more relaxed than before, wanting to pass this trial again.

"Quirrell."

Voldemort said eagerly, "If you can't say the result, then say that you have learned a lot, and you need to go back to the office to explain your thoughts. Don't communicate with him rashly. If you have doubts, you can ask..."

"I dare not talk to him." Quirrell said in his mind.

"Principal, I have a lot of insights, but I want to go back first, clear my thoughts, and record all this, I am afraid that I will forget important information when I am distracted." Quirrell said to Dumbledore.

"Well... well, I originally wanted to take you out for a walk, in another way, to let you feel my breakthrough, then wait a while until you digest these." Dumbledore did not He nodded and said concerned.

Quirrell immediately got up to thank him, and frowned and left eagerly, as if he wanted to go back quickly and record everything.

And after he left, Dumbledore stretched a little, then spread a lot of papers on the desk, and then took out a blank paper:
Snape: The main suspect needs to be thoroughly investigated.

He wrote down this content first, and then copied the few remaining names on a piece of paper, including the son of Voldemort's classmate - Theodore Nott.

But Quirrell's name, he ignored it at all, it seemed that he was really relieved.

If Voldemort knew all this, I don't know if he would laugh happily.

　Ask for tickets, there are not as many tickets as there were a few days ago
　　
　
(End of this chapter)