I'm the King of Curry 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 raging fire had no heat.

He felt somewhat at ease and reached into the fire to retrieve the small box.

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

His impression of Dumbledore had always been that of a kind, sweet-toothed old man.

Tom glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"Open it." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Tom did not move.

"Open it!" Dumbledore emphasized.

Tom reluctantly opened the lid, and without even looking, dumped the contents onto the bed.

"I need to warn you, Tom, that Hogwarts does not tolerate any theft," Dumbledore said coldly. "You must return these things to their owners and apologize to them, and remember—ask for their forgiveness sincerely."

"Okay," Tom replied curtly.

Dumbledore straightened his clothes and said seriously, "At Hogwarts, you will 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 our school will never teach it, nor will it tolerate it."

"You should know that Hogwarts is a school, and as a school, it has the right to expel students. I don't want you to become one of those expelled students."

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

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

"Did you see that?"

"Of course," Louis wrote back.

"This is what happened when I first met Dumbledore as a child." The diary seemed somewhat agitated, the handwriting becoming scribbled: "You say I don't understand love, but when have I ever been loved? When has someone who is always guarded against and feared by others ever been loved?"

"How can someone who has never been loved know what love is!" The handwriting in the diary became completely messy; clearly, it had broken down.

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

"I DESERVE TO BE LOVED!!!!"

Louis paused for a moment, then slowly wrote a sentence in his diary.

"Um, weren't we talking about Voldemort?"

After Louis wrote these words, the diary remained silent for a long time before finally writing two neat words on the page.

"Ha ha……"

Louis could see the awkwardness in that "haha" and could even imagine how dry the laugh would sound.

Hello handsome, your disguise has been exposed...

"So, you're Voldemort's diary from his teenage years, right?" Louis wrote in the diary.

Louis used the word "junior".

The diary entry clearly didn't understand what it meant, nor did it pick up on the sarcasm in Louis's words. He simply replied, "Yes, that's right. I'm not pretending anymore. I'm laying my cards on the table. I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, and also Voldemort."

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

"I am Voldemort, Voldemort is me." The diary read: "This is nothing but a little word game. I want to get rid of my filthy…lowly Muggle surname…"

Louis interrupted her before she had finished writing in her diary.

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

"I think you, who created the Horcrux, are more suited to this title." Louis even drew a ":D" smiley face after "Strange Immortal Madman," making him look adorable.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with pursuing immortality." The handwriting in the diary was impatient: "I'd rather people be afraid when they hear my name... Alright, that's enough. You can choose to burn me, but I need to remind you that since you know about Horcruxes, you should also know that they cannot be easily destroyed."

His words and actions clearly indicated that he had Louis under his control.

"My wife is fiery," Louis wrote.

"I think we can still talk." The diary... or rather, Riddle chickened out quickly.

"Have you heard of the Helliex family?" Louis asked pointedly, his tone sounding exactly like, "Have you heard of X-Lee?"

Riddle quickly replied, "How could such a thing trouble the great Voldemort? Yes, of course I know, the Helix family is—" He visibly panicked, hastily and rapidly writing, "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. Don't you, as a fragment of Voldemort's soul, understand the benefits?" Louis reassured Voldemort. "I think you wouldn't refuse such a good thing... right?"

"No, I'm just a small Horcrux, just a fragment of a soul, I can't—" the diary began to argue, "I can't form a soul contract with you!"

"Looks like our talks have fallen apart." Louis straightened up, patted the diary, and this time he didn't write anything. Instead, he turned to Tom—the Tom cat—and said, "Tom, yes, go and call Cathy and Vitalis... oh right, and Christa too."

"No!" the diary cried out urgently, it even made a sound.

Tom didn't care what the diary said at all; he ran like a windmill, bursting out of the dormitory like a wild cat.

When it comes to expressing loyalty, no one is better than Tom.

"I thought you couldn't talk, Mr. Riddle," Louis said with a chuckle, patting the cover of the diary.

"You didn't ask..." The diary's voice carried a hint of grievance.

"But then again, since you disagree, there's nothing more I can say. I'm sorry." Louis patted the diary again: "You can still back out before the three of them arrive."

The diary fell silent. He was gambling, gambling that Louis was actually bluffing him—was he kidding? What fourth-year student could know Fiendfire? Even someone as intelligent and wise as him only came into contact with and learned such a profound magic as Fiendfire in fifth grade.

Before long, Tom, like a lackey, led Catherine and Vitalis into the house, being extremely obsequious.

Immediately afterwards, Christa, her eyes burning with the fire of life, walked in with her head bowed—it was Louis's telepathic communication that prompted her to add this special effect to herself.

"What's wrong, my little deer?" Catherine asked curiously, looking at Louis who was leisurely sipping juice with his legs crossed. "Why were you in such a hurry to have Tom come and call me..."

"Oh, I need you to burn something for me, hmm, I'll need your Fiery Blaze." Louis picked up the diary.

Catherine extended her delicate hand; she wasn't wearing gloves today. Her slender, white fingers snapped lightly, and a wisp of eerie green flame burst forth from between them.

"No! No! Don't!" The diary made a sound like Ah Wei, its mouth full of "Brother Lu, don't!"

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

Then he looked at the diary: "Now you have two paths in front of you, and I'm giving you a chance to choose."

"First, you have to obediently sign the Soul Weapon agreement with me, and then this matter will be over."

"As for the second one... I think Fiendfire is actually pretty good too. At least you won't feel cold when you leave, don't you think, Mr. Voldemort?"

The diary fell silent.

"Listen to me, after you sign the contract with me, I have a lot of good things to offer." Louis's words were persuasive and coaxing.

After much deliberation, the diary entry realized that the current situation was beyond human control, but it wasn't entirely hopeless—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 mustered his courage and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Louis clapped his hands: "Alright, Mr. Voldemort is indeed a man of few words. You'll have to bear with it for now."

He reached out and placed his hand on the diary, beginning to cast the spell to bind the demon.

"Damn it... what did you do to me!" The notebook suddenly began to scream in terror, its voice growing weaker and weaker until finally, a phantom popped off the notebook—a handsome Slytherin boy of about sixteen or seventeen.

He is indeed quite handsome, but he still falls a little short of Louis.

It was Tom Riddle, who was sixteen years old.

Guided by Vitalis, a small ball of light flew out from Riddle's body. Louis reached out and touched it, then cast a Detective Eye on it.

"The good soul of Tom Riddle is imprinted, belonging to: Louis Mountbatten."

Louis seemed to realize something. Could it be that... when Voldemort split his soul, he separated his kind and good part, which is why he acted like a madman?

What Sylvanas...

He put the ball of light back into Riddle's body and lifted the binding spell.

Riddle stared blankly at Louis, as if he were both defiant and resigned to his fate.

He felt his own power had returned, but... wasn't it a little too late for it to return now?

Forget it, forget it, I'm just going to lie down.

"I know you are a part of the good in Voldemort's heart." Louis beckoned, allowing Christa to send him a bit of soul power to nourish his remnant soul. "However, don't be too depressed. After all... after acknowledging me as your master, you can now exist completely separate from Voldemort."

"Do your best, Riddle." Louis thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, from now on you're not Tom Riddle anymore. Let's give you a new name... Hmm, let's give you a code name, Square."

"This name..." Riddle was clearly stunned.

Are you playing cards here?

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

"Alright, let me introduce you." Louis pointed to the cube in front of him, which was Riddle, and said, "This is the infamous village-level terrorist who has wreaked havoc on the entire British magical world—Voldemort."

"Oh." Catherine's face showed no reaction, as did Vitali's.

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

"Who did you say? Voldemort???" The two of them raised their voices an octave at the same time.

"Shh." Louis quickly stopped the two of them from making noise, as attracting outsiders would not be fun.

He said in a low voice, "Nothing to be surprised about, just a small fry."

Redefining "small shrimp".

"Cube, come say hello." Louis waved.

"Greetings, ladies." Riddle, well aware of the situation, gave a very polite and proper bow.

"I need to remind you that the one who can use Fiery Blaze is my girlfriend, and this short-haired one... is my secretary," Louis explained with a pained expression.

"I understand, I understand." Riddle chuckled. "Isn't it just like Bellatrix? I get it, my lord."

Louis's head was spinning; he was completely baffled now.

However, Catherine didn't care about this trivial matter of address. Anyway, the little deer wouldn't run away with him by his side. But she still had to give him a good talking-to. A ball of eerie green flame appeared in her hand, and Cube Riddle, who knew that the situation was beyond his control, immediately changed his address.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this... Madam, and Miss Heliex." Square considerately changed the way he addressed her.

"Hmph." Catherine snorted coldly and withdrew the fiery energy that had condensed into a ferocious snake head.

Riddle wiped the cold sweat that shouldn't have appeared on his soul body, thinking to himself, "How come students these days are all so fierce? When my physical body was in its thirties, even Li Huo wasn't this powerful..."

Of course, Catherine's talent is one factor, but the main reason is also due to Louis's "Leaf" staff and the special training in the Mirror World.

After all, she received special treatment; Catherine even managed to obtain a necklace called "Eye of Elich" in the Mirror World.

Yes, adding one to all skill attributes makes the already perfect skills even more overpowered.

"Can you materialize something?" Louis asked.

Riddle shook his head: "No, my soul power is insufficient to materialize anything... but if this powerful lady is willing to help, it should still be possible."

He was referring to Christa.

Louis nodded to indicate that he understood, and began to paint a rosy picture for Riddle: "Try to look on the bright side. At least now you're an independent consciousness, and you no longer need to worry about being absorbed by the main body every day, right...?"

(End of this chapter)