I, Tom Marvolo Riddle.
The only descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the leader of the Death Eaters, the initiator of the Second Wizarding War, the Dark Lord, Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Undead, the most dangerous Dark Wizard in history...
In this world, no one can kill me except myself—not even Albus Dumbledore, the most revered guardian of the magical world, could do more than temporarily evade my wrath during my prime.
Although ten years ago, I was careless and foolishly overlooked the sacrificial magic released by Lily Potter before her death, causing the Killing Curse to rebound upon myself.
Ah... the pain was beyond anything. No one can withstand Voldemort's curse, not even himself.
I was stripped of my body, leaving only a shadow and steam, less than a ghost, less than the humblest wraith.
But I, the great Dark Lord, still live on stubbornly...
Just as my goal is to conquer death, I have gone further than anyone else on the path to immortality.
However, although I survived, I was as helpless as the weakest creature, unable to help myself in any way... I had no body, and every spell that could help me required the use of a wand, required the magic of an adult wizard.
I remember in those sleepless days and nights, I stared intently, forcing myself to live on, second by second...
I hid in a remote forest, waiting...
My loyal Death Eaters will surely find a way to find me...
Surely someone will come and use the magic that I cannot cast myself, to restore me to a body...
But I waited in vain...
Gradually, I began to wander around actively, because I had one remaining power—I could attach myself to others. But I dared not go to places where there were many people, because I knew the Aurors were still looking for me everywhere, and I had to be extra careful.
A whole decade has passed, from the Landes forest in France to the Bohemian forest in the Czech Republic; from the Galloway forest in Scotland to the Belovezhskaya Pushcha forest in Belarus... I finally waited for a young, foolish, gullible wizard in the forests of Albania... The most wonderful thing was that he was also a Hogwarts teacher...
He was easily manipulated by me... I possessed him, made him bring me back to Hogwarts, closely monitored him, and guided him to carry out my orders, and in the same year, the legendary Philosopher's Stone suddenly appeared quietly in Hogwarts Castle.
Just by obtaining it, I could find a way to reshape my body, and the great Dark Lord could descend upon the world again.
Everything seemed to be getting better.
However, in the following new school year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry began to become strange.
First of all, Harry Potter came to the school, so I had to be extra careful, directing Quirinus Quirrell to pretend to be weak, stuttering, and pitiful, to avoid being discovered by the suspicious Albus Dumbledore.
Then, various boring reforms appeared in the school, but none of them had anything to do with me.
As the greatest Dark Lord in history, I conscientiously completed all the teaching tasks, and no one would suspect a taciturn and diligent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
However, all of this began to become worse with the arrival of that old fellow named "Otto Apocalypse."
This was not surprising, I had long known that Dumbledore would set up layers of magical traps to protect the Philosopher's Stone.
Although that old fellow was using a false name, the great Dark Lord knew that he was actually the holder of another Philosopher's Stone, the legendary founder of alchemical magic "Paracelsus."
He seemed to have discovered the relationship between me and Quirrell, but he did not choose to tell Dumbledore, but instead used it as a threat to forcibly steal my delicious three meals a day.
The Philosopher's Stone's series of traps at the beginning of the school year, with the arrival of this meddlesome "immortal," the first level was replaced from a stupid three-headed dog to a cumbersome and complex flame magic.
Quirinus Quirrell was just an ordinary wizard, and with his strength alone, he could not break that magic.
And as time passed, I felt myself beginning to weaken again...
The unicorns in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts were my only hope—unicorn blood could prolong my life, could restore my strength, even if it would make me half-dead and cursed, but at least I would be alive.
In order to drink a mouthful of unicorn blood, I specifically chose the Halloween dinner that day, when everyone's attention was focused on the boring celebrations and parties, and secretly left the castle to go to the Forbidden Forest.
With the wonderful tearing sound of the unicorn's body, ah, I can feel it...
The longed-for, wonderful, and vibrant life force, it is flowing between my fingers...
Everything went smoothly as planned, and soon, as long as I drink it, soon, I will conquer death once again!
This time, no one will be able to stop me again, and I, the greatest Dark Lord in the history of the magical world, the only being who has conquered death, will once again become the nightmare of this world, and let the world once again be shrouded in the shadow of the Dark Lord!
But!
Why, why did it become like this?!
This is the first time I have taken the initiative to hunt in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts; this is the first time I have seen the hope of restoring strength and magic. Two exhilarating things are intertwined, which will bring me more wonderful pleasure.
Without a doubt, I should have obtained this dreamlike happy time.
But...
Why!
Why is my dreamlike happy time broken by this fire-breathing, stupid, mad dog!
Damn it!
Why hasn't this dirty and lowly thing died obediently, why is it still chasing me like crazy!
Blood...
My wonderful life, let me lick it...
Whether it is remaining on the leaves or seeping into the soil, let me lick it, just one lick!
Damn beast, don't bite my robe anymore, don't push me to the limit! Whether you want to save the unicorn or eat it, don't bother me anymore, I just need a little bit, just a little bit...
Damn it, damn it, you wild beast who doesn't understand what decency is, let go of my robe!
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Awoo? Woof! Roar!"
The once invincible Avada Kedavra curse hit the damned three-headed dog, as if it had hit a stone, with no effect—to be precise, most of the curses had no effect on it.
Why?!
Why did Newt Scamander never mention in the book *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them* that three-headed dogs can be immune to instant-death magic?! Even the basic information about three-headed dogs is not recorded?!
Damn Albus Dumbledore, is he a lunatic?!
He actually tolerates students raising such dangerous magical creatures as pets. After returning to school, I, Quirrell, must expose that damned silver-haired brat and this big stupid dog to the Ministry of Magic and the school board, and drive them out of Hogwarts together.
The first place, the second place... the tenth place, the eleventh place...
The great Dark Lord, while dodging the damned three-headed dog behind him, calmly counted the clods of soil mixed with unicorn blood in his hand, and planned the next route of movement in an orderly manner.
As for the large areas of blood that were inconvenient to collect and take away, he had almost secretly licked them once.
He could clearly feel that the mysterious power in the unicorn's blood was replenishing his weak soul—plus the blood on the clods of soil in his hand, it could probably last for a long time.
...
"Damn big dog, ignorant little brat."
A moment later, the Dark Lord, who had slightly recovered some strength, gasped for breath and turned around fiercely, facing away from the silver-haired girl sitting on the wooden stake, holding a golden baby unicorn and "watching the show" not far away.
Although it was just a back view, it seemed as if a venomous gaze was fixed on Erina's face.
"You have no idea how terrible a being you have provoked..."
"..."
Erina glanced at the man in black and silently shielded the newly saved adult unicorn in front of her—adult unicorns also have extremely high magic resistance, at least they cannot be directly killed with the Killing Curse.
At the same time, Erina quietly picked up a stone and held it in her hand, "rua, rua, rua..."
Smack!
Crack!
Before Erina could react, the man in black not far away suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke without warning, before he could even finish his sentence, and disappeared into the burning Forbidden Forest.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The next moment, a dazzling green beam cut through the jungle.
"Tch, he actually ran away? As expected, I'm still old, and my movements are a bit slower than before."
Grindelwald shook his head and sighed with a look of melancholy.
If it were in the past, almost no one could Apparate away in front of him without his permission.
After lamenting that time waits for no one, Grindelwald casually tapped in the Forbidden Forest, extinguishing most of the surrounding flames, turned around and looked at Erina, whose clothes were a little tattered, with an old face full of tension.
"Little girl, are you alright? By the way, who was that guy?"
"Who knows? Anyway, he's a guy who can't even beat a dog, don't worry about it..."
Erina glanced at the pitted ground and sighed with a rather complicated look—it's truly admirable how strong is his will to survive. As expected, those who can achieve great things have some great qualities that are impossible for others to imitate.
Why is it that the other party is obviously the bad guy, but in the end, there is a feeling that she is the heinous demon.
Without explaining too much, Erina raised her head and looked at Grindelwald expectantly.
"Um, I'm hungry..."
"Don't worry, you're not suitable to go back to the party in this state."
Grindelwald pointed his wand at the girl, unhurriedly.
Under the power of magic, the tights and shirts that Erina had torn by thorns and branches gradually recovered.
Looking at Erina, who was clean and neatly dressed, Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction, reached out, took Erina's little hand, and showed a kind smile.
"Let's go, I'll take you back to Hogwar... hmm?!"
Grindelwald's face suddenly stiffened, the Apparition restriction covering the surrounding area of Hogwarts, reopened...
"By the way, little one, do you know how to get back to the castle?"
Grindelwald smiled awkwardly, touched his nose, and looked at Erina with some embarrassment.
"What do you think?" Erina rolled her eyes unhappily, "I knew you were unreliable, it's a good thing I have Fluffy... Huh?! Where's my Fluffy?!"
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