Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The day after returning from Hogwarts, Quirrell moved out of No. 36 Hall Street and moved into Room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

Old Tom warmly welcomed his arrival - the professor of Hogwarts is resident here, which is of great significance to the publicity of the bar.

"Drink as much as you want tonight, my treat," he said to Voldemort.

"Hey, Old Tom, you can't favor one over another." After hearing this, the drinker on the side came over and said.

"You can't do it. You can make me drunk in the bar, but Quirrell is different." Old Tom looked at Voldemort, "He can't drink well, I know, hahaha..."

The straightforward voice caused a group of people to laugh, and Voldemort also laughed and shook his head.

"Not tonight."

When the laughter ended, Voldemort said, "I've invited Hagrid tonight, and he can ruin your bar too."

After hearing this, Old Tom nodded quickly: "It doesn't count the guests. Hagrid is the best drinker I have ever seen. I can't afford to treat him."

After hearing this, everyone laughed again, and Voldemort went upstairs amidst laughter.

Room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron has a bed, a set of tables and chairs, a fireplace, and a talking mirror.

Naturally, Voldemort would not leave the mirror with the big mouth and asked Old Tom to remove it directly, which made the room more spacious.

When Voldemort returned to the room, he immediately took out a silver vial from the suitcase that had been cast with the Traceless Stretching Charm.

He opened the cap of the bottle and took a gentle sip. After a while, his body began to twist and soon turned into another appearance.

"Quirrell, Apparate, target, the Owl Shop in Diagon Alley." Voldemort gave the order in his mind.

"As you wish, Voldemort."

Quirrell said, turning around and disappearing in an instant.

…

The Easy Owl Shop in Diagon Alley.

"I'm not buying a pet, I just have a letter that needs to be mailed."

Voldemort's words greatly reduced the clerk's enthusiasm, but he still led Voldemort to the back room, where there were many owls that were not in good condition.

"I think I know how to mail it." Voldemort said, reminding the clerk beside him to leave.

"Ah...ok." The clerk was stunned and left politely.

Voldemort took out a thin letter from his arms and tied it to the owl's leg.

"Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, owned by Lucius Malfoy."

After whispering the address into the owl's ear, Voldemort allowed Quirrell to Apparate away.

…

The Leaky Cauldron, night.

"Dedalo, I must apologize to you."

Voldemort said with a loud tongue, "I was a little impulsive that day. You know, people who come back from the Black Forest will not have a good temper."

Dedalus Digg, the man who bet that Quirrell would not leave the Black Forest alive, was already drinking red in the face.

Facing Voldemort's apology, he waved his hands and said drunkenly: "I don't care, Quirrell. Once I walk out of the Leaky Cauldron, I will forget about it, and you don't have to remember it."

Voldemort nodded and opened his mouth to say something when a big hand clapped on him - it was Hagrid. He was also drunk, but he was obviously not as confused as the others.

"Quirrell, you can completely trust Dedalus, he is one of our own." Hagrid said, and winked at Dedalus.

"Who are you?" Another wizard named Kodoli at the same table asked with a blushing face.

Voldemort also looked at Hagrid with doubtful eyes - of course he knew that Hagrid was talking about the Order of the Phoenix, but he would not show it.

"One of our own."

Hagrid beat his chest loudly, then lowered his body and said in a voice that he thought was very small, "We all listen to Dumbledore. This is our honor."

Others, including Voldemort, looked at Dedalus in surprise. This man's reputation was not very good. Everyone thought he was a fool, but they didn't expect...

"I have always been low-key." Dedalo said proudly, "But when Principal Dumbledore has something to do, he will always think of me first."

This is bragging, but this is exactly what I need... Voldemort showed a surprised expression in response, and then looked at Hagrid with doubts.

When they were drinking, Hagrid said that he had Dumbledore's trust the most.

"No, Dedalo, you can't say that."

Hagrid was indeed tricked. He said excitedly, "Dumbledore has left all the most important things to me."

"No way, it must be me, Hagrid, you can't lie." Dedalo was obviously drunk. He completely forgot that he was a marginalized figure in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Okay, then tell me, who sent Harry to his aunt's house?"

Facing Hagrid's question, Dedalo obviously couldn't answer.

"Don't talk about this, drink, drink." Voldemort raised his glass, seemingly wanting to resolve the embarrassment, but he glanced at Dedalo with contempt.

Everyone else raised their glasses with Voldemort, including Hagrid, whose glass was as big as a fish tank, but Dedalus didn't. He saw Voldemort's contemptuous eyes, which made him feel resentful.

"Yes, Hagrid, I admit that it was you." Dedalo said angrily, "But that was more than ten years ago, and now you are just a gamekeeper."

He was obviously drunk, and when he spoke of "gamekeeper," he did not hide the disdain on his face.

"Bang."

Hagrid slammed the wine glass as big as a fish tank on the wine table, which attracted everyone in the bar to look over.

"Nothing happened." Voldemort said drunkenly, "Everyone, continue, continue."

As a result, the bar became lively again, but their table remained quiet until Hagrid spoke.

"I got Dumbledore's secret order." He said proudly, "He asked me to take Harry back to the magical world, and also asked me to get Gringotts'..."

At the end of the sentence, he finally remembered something, stopped at the crucial point, picked up the beer and drank it.

But it was not because he didn't say anything that aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Why are you going to Gringotts? You tell me, Hagrid." It was Cordori who asked, drunkenly and loudly.

"I can't say, this is Dumbledore to me..." Hagrid was interrupted by others before he finished speaking.

"The Philosopher's Stone in Vault 713? Oh my God, Mr. Dumbledore actually asked you to..." Voldemort's words were fast and urgent, and a little unclear. In the end, he covered his mouth directly.

"What stone?" Kodori was still asking, but his head was already about to plunge into the wine glass.

"How did you know?" Hagrid said in a low and urgent voice, "You shouldn't have said it."

"I just said it smoothly, my God!" Voldemort picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and said to the others, "You didn't hear anything, right?"

"I didn't hear you. Say it again, Quirrell, what stone?" Cordori asked again.

Several other people also asked him curiously. It was obvious that Voldemort's words were too fast and too vague. Except for Hagrid, who knew the specific content, everyone else could hear it in confusion.

"Nothing. I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight." Voldemort said, raising his glass again, and taking advantage of everyone's drinking break, he said to Hagrid, "Drink more and let everyone forget everything."

Hagrid nodded with deep understanding, then picked up his scary cup and frequently toasted to everyone.

That night, Hagrid staggered around, Voldemort was helped back to the room by Old Tom, and the others slept directly on the wine table all night.

For these drunkards, this is the normal state of life. If Old Tom helps them to rest in the room, they will not pay the rent the next day.

I revised and rewrote, and it was time to write again. I’m late, sorry.