I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 123 Voldemort Wants to Be Loved
Tom had no choice but to reach out to the flames, but to his surprise, the blazing flames had no temperature.

He felt somewhat relieved and reached out to take the small box out of the fire.

"Is there something in this box that shouldn't be here?" Dumbledore's tone was serious, which Louis had never seen before.

His impression of Dumbledore has always been that of a kind, sweet-loving old man.

Tom looked at him and said nothing.

"Open it." Dumbledore said seriously.

Tom didn't move.

"Open it!" Dumbledore said with greater emphasis.

Tom then reluctantly opened the lid, and without even looking at it, dumped the contents on the bed.

"I need to warn you that Hogwarts will not tolerate any theft, Tom." Dumbledore's voice was cold: "You must return these things to their owners and apologize to them. Remember - ask for their forgiveness sincerely."

"I see," replied Tom dryly.

Dumbledore straightened his collar and said seriously, "At Hogwarts, you must not only learn how to use magic, but also how to control it... I believe that the way you used magic in the past was unintentional, but this method will never be taught in our school, and it will never be tolerated."

"You should know that Hogwarts is a school. As a school, it has the right to expel students. I don't want you to be one of the students who are expelled."

Dumbledore gave Tom a final warning, and the last thing Louis saw was Dumbledore getting up and leaving.

Louis took a breath, sat back on the stool and looked at the diary in front of him. A line of small words appeared on it.

"see it?"

"Of course," Louis wrote back.

"This is the first time I met Dumbledore when I was a child." The diary seemed to be a little excited, and the handwriting began to be scribbled: "You said I don't know how to love, but when have I ever been loved? When has a person who has always been guarded against and feared by others ever been loved?"

"How can a person who has never been loved know what love is!" The handwriting in the diary became completely messy, and it was obvious that it was broken.

Then, a line of capital red font slowly appeared on the diary.

“I DESERVE TO BE LOVED!!!!”

Louis was silent for a moment, and finally wrote a sentence slowly in his diary.

"Well, aren't we talking about Voldemort?"

The diary was silent for a long time after Louis wrote this, and finally wrote two neat words on the page.

"Ha ha……"

Louis could see the embarrassment in this "Hahaha", and could even imagine how dry this "Hahaha" would sound when laughed out.

Hello handsome guy, your vest has fallen off...

"So, you are Voldemort's diary during his middle school years, right?" Louis wrote in the diary.

Lewis used the word junior.

The diary obviously didn't know what it meant, nor did it hear the mockery in Louis' words. It just answered very simply: "Yes, that's right, I won't pretend anymore. I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I'm also Voldemort."

As he spoke, he reversed the order of "Tom Marvolo Riddle" in his diary and replaced it with "I am Lord Vordmort".

"I am Voldemort and Voldemort is me," the diary reads. "This is just a little word trick. I want to get rid of my dirty... lowly Muggle surname..."

Before I finished writing in the diary, I was interrupted by Louis.

Louis slapped the diary roughly and wrote "Tom Marvolo Riddle", then rearranged the order of the letters to form "Immortal Odd Lover".

"I think you, who created the Horcrux, are more suitable for this title." Louis also drew a smiley face ":D" behind this "weird immortality maniac", which looked cute.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with pursuing immortality." The handwriting in the diary was full of impatience: "I would rather people be afraid when they mention my name... Well, that's it. You can choose to burn me, but I need to remind you that since you know the existence of Horcruxes, you should know that Horcruxes cannot be easily destroyed."

Louis was clearly targeted in every word and expression.

“My wife knows Fiery Fire,” Louis wrote.

"I think we can still talk." The diary...or rather Riddle backed down quickly.

"Have you heard of the Hilliex family?" Louis asked meaningfully, and his tone sounded very much like 'Have you heard of Xli?'

Riddle quickly replied: "How could such a thing upset the great Lord Voldemort? Yes, of course I know. The Hilliax family is--" At this point, he was obviously panicked and wrote scribbled and quickly: "Oh no, no no no, you can't treat me like this!"

He seemed to understand what Louis wanted to do to him.

"Relax, it's just a small soul contract. As Voldemort's soul, don't you understand the benefits of it?" Louis comforted Voldemort: "I think you won't refuse this good thing...right?"

"No, I'm just a small Horcrux, I'm just a soul fragment, I can't--" The diary began to defend: "I can't sign a soul contract with you!"

"It seems that our talk has failed." Louis stood up and patted the diary. This time he did not write anything, but turned to Tom - Tom Cat and said: "Tom, yes, go and call Kathy and Vitali... Oh, yes, and Christasza."

"Don't!" The diary was so anxious that he even made a sound.

Tom didn't care what the diary said. He ran as fast as a windmill and rushed out of the dormitory like a wild cat.

No one is better at expressing loyalty than Tom.

"I thought you couldn't speak, Mr. Riddle." Louis patted the cover of the diary and said with a smile.

"You didn't ask..." The diary's voice was a little aggrieved.

"But then again, since you don't agree, I have nothing to say. I'm sorry." Louis patted the diary again: "Before the three of them come, it's not too late for you to regret it."

The diary fell silent. He was betting that Louis was actually trying to scare him. Are you kidding me? Are there any fourth-year students who can use Fiendfyre? As smart and wise as he was, he only came into contact with and learned such advanced magic as Fiendfyre in the fifth grade.

After a while, Tom led Catherine and Vitaly into the house like a lackey, and was very flattering.

Then, Christasa walked in with the fire of life burning in her eyes, lowering her head - it was Louis's telepathy that asked her to add special effects to herself.

"What's wrong, my little deer." Catherine looked at Louis who was leisurely sitting with his legs crossed and drinking juice, and asked curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry to ask Tom to come and call me..." "Oh, I need you to help me burn something, um, I need to use your fierce fire." Louis picked up the diary.

Catherine stretched out her jade-like hand. She was not wearing gloves today. She crossed her white jade fingers and snapped them lightly. A ball of faint green flame burst out from between her fingers.

"No! No! Don't!" The diary made a voice similar to Awei's, and it kept saying "Lu Ge doesn't want it".

Louis pressed Catherine's hand and said to her, "Wait a moment."

Then, he looked at the diary again: "There are two paths before you now. I will give you a chance to choose."

"First of all, just sign the Horcrux contract with me, and this matter will be over."

"As for the second one... I think Fiendfyre is actually pretty good. At least you won't feel the cold when you walk. What do you think, Mr. Voldemort?"

The diary was silent.

"Be obedient. After you sign the contract with me, I will have a lot of good things for you." Louis' words were gentle and persuasive.

After thinking about it, the diary realized that the situation was stronger than the person, but it was not completely without chance - at least Louis was too young and not strong enough, so the soul contract might not necessarily bind him or be effective.

Thinking of this, he plucked up the courage to say, "Okay, I promise you."

Louis clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Mr. Voldemort is really quick to speak. You should be patient for a while."

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on the diary, and began to cast the trapping spell.

"Damn it...you, what have you done to me!" The notebook suddenly began to scream in horror, the sound becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, a phantom popped out from the notebook. It was a handsome Slytherin boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He is indeed very handsome, but he is still a little bit different from Louis.

It was sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.

Under Vitali's guidance, a small ball of light flew out from Riddle's body. Louis reached out to touch it and hit it with an Eye of Identification.

"The good soul of Tom Riddle, branded, subordinate to: Louis Mountbatten."

Louis seemed to understand something. Could it be that... when Voldemort split his soul, he also split away the kind and beautiful part of himself, which caused him to become like a psychopath?
What Sylvanas...

He stuffed the ball of light back into Riddle's body and lifted the trapping spell.

Riddle looked at Louis with lifeless eyes, as if he was unwilling to accept his fate, but also as if he had already accepted it.

He felt that his own strength had returned, but... wasn't it a little late now?

Forget it, forget it, just lie down.

"I know that you are part of the good in Voldemort's heart." Louis waved his hand, allowing Christasza to send him some soul power to nourish his remaining soul. "But don't be too depressed. After all... after accepting me as your master, you can now exist completely apart from Voldemort."

"Perform well, Riddle." Louis thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Forget it, you are no longer Tom Riddle, so I'll give you a new name... well, I'll give you a code name, let's call you Cube."

"This name..." Riddle was obviously stunned.

Are you playing poker here?

But he still bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

"Okay, let me introduce you." Louis pointed to the square in front of him, that is, Riddle, and said, "This is the famous village-level terrorist who disrupted the entire British wizarding world - Voldemort."

"Oh." There was no reaction on Catherine's face, and the same was true for Vitaly.

It's just Voldemort, what's the big deal...

"Who are you talking about? Voldemort???" Both of them raised their voices by an octave at the same time.

"Shh." Louis quickly stopped the two from making noises. It would be no fun if outsiders were to come in.

He whispered, "Nothing to be alarmed about. It's just a small shrimp."

Redefine “small shrimp”.

"Cube, come and say hello." Louis waved.

"Greetings, two mistresses." Riddle understood the situation very well and bowed very politely.

"I need to remind you that the one who knows Fiery Flame is my girlfriend, and the one with short hair... is my secretary." Louis explained with a pained look on his face.

"I understand, I understand." Riddle laughed, "Isn't it the same as Bellatrix? I understand, my lord."

Louis' head was buzzing. This was completely beyond explanation.

However, Catherine did not care about this little thing about the name. Anyway, the deer was tied to his side and could not run away. But she still had to hit him. A ball of dark green flame appeared in her hand. Cube Riddle, who knew that the situation was stronger than the person, changed his words instantly.

"Sorry, sorry, this...madam, and Miss Hilliax." Cube changed the address considerately.

"Hmph." Catherine snorted coldly and retracted the fierce fire that had condensed into a ferocious snake head.

Riddle wiped the cold sweat off his soul body, thinking how come the students nowadays are so vigorous? When my original body was in his thirties, Li Huo might not have been at this level...

Of course, Catherine’s talent is one of the reasons, but the main reason is also due to Louis’ “leaf” staff and the special training in the mirror world.

After all, she was given special treatment. Catherine even got a necklace called "Eye of Eliqu" in the mirror world.

Well, adding one to the attributes of all skills will make the already perfect skills even more arrogant.

"Can you condense into a physical entity?" Louis asked.

Riddle shook his head: "No, my soul is not strong enough now, and I can't condense it into a physical entity... But if this powerful lady is willing to help, it should be possible."

He was referring to Christrasza.

Louis nodded to show that he understood, and began to paint a rosy picture for Riddle: "You should always look at the bright side of things. At least now that you are an independent consciousness, you no longer need to worry about being absorbed by the main body every day, right..."

(End of this chapter)