Voldemort's Monologue

I am Voldemort.

Today was supposed to be the day I was reborn.

Actually, this isn't the first time I've been reborn.

I was born in an orphanage in London. My name is a typical England name with a strong country flavor— Tom Riddle. It sounds no different from other orphans; everything about me is so ordinary.

However, from a very young age, I noticed that I was different from others. I possessed some magical abilities, and whenever my emotions were intense, I was able to use an invisible force to influence reality.

I never told anyone about my amazing abilities, and I carefully hid them from everyone. At the time, I thought I was a superhero from a comic book, or more accurately, a person with superpowers born with extraordinary abilities.

I used to think I was unique in the world, until that damned old man showed up—

The old man named Dumbledore burned my wardrobe and told me that I wasn't as special as I imagined. I was just a wizard, an ordinary wizard, and there were many, many people like me in this world, and even a school that specifically educated humans like us. By the way, the purpose of his visit was to invite me to study at that school called "Hogwarts".

I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled.

It was that old geezer's fault; he shattered my dream of being unique.

Fortunately, things weren't hopeless. In that grimy old shop, an old man Ollivander said that wands choose wizards, and I, chosen by the Yew Wand, was destined for greatness. Then, after entering Hogwarts, I discovered a Chamber of Secrets and treasure left behind by a powerful dark wizard, which also revealed the mystery of my origins.

It turns out my intuition was right all along. My identity is no ordinary one; I am a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the greatest wizards in history, and the heir to the Chamber of Secrets!

At that moment, I made a decision: I would carry on the will of my ancestors, restore the glory of Pure-blood, and make the Slytherin ideals the truth!

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to like me very much. From the first day I entered school, he kept a close watch on me. After I had mastered all the Dark Arts books in the Chamber of Secrets, I had become a leading figure in Slytherin House, Dumbledore's surveillance on me became even more intense.

Well, although I eventually succeeded in using the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets to kill a lowly Mudblood ugly freak and successfully framed Hagrid, that big idiot, I know I have to stop now.

Under Dumbledore's hateful surveillance, I knew that my wildness and my dreams could not be realized within Hogwarts; I would have to wait until after I left the school to have a party.

At the end of my seventh year, I left Hogwarts with the Head Boy and top exam results.

I traveled the world, learning various powerful Dark Arts, experiencing countless dangerous magical Transfiguration, and collecting several legendary artifacts to create a type of magic called "Horcrux".

When I returned to Great Britain, I had been reborn.

I am no longer Tom Riddle, the name left to me by that disgusting Muggle father. I will choose a name that the whole world will remember, a name that evokes terror and darkness, a name befitting my noble status.

Now, my name is--

Lord Voldemort!

I gathered a group of Pure-blood families who shared my ideals and began a purge of the Great Britain Wizarding World. Unfortunately, due to a moment of carelessness and miscalculation, I died at the hands of a one-year-old baby.

This sounds absurd and ridiculous, but it's the cold, hard reality.

I have survived for 13 years, and finally today has come—the day I have been perfectly resurrected and returned.

This was a day I had been eagerly anticipating. I had even prepared to kill that brat Potter in front of my disciples as a sacred ritual to prove that I had returned to my former peak, or even surpassed it.

But what's going on now?

More than half of my disciples were absent.

Potter not only survived, but also escaped unharmed in front of everyone.

And then there's this bastard with the fake smile on his face right in front of me.

He is the second son of Lucius, one of my most valued servants. Born into Pure-blood families, he should have been a powerful general under my command, but he chose to oppose me.

That's not the biggest problem, though. After all, I've seen plenty of Pure-blood families scions whose brains have been successfully drained by Dumbledore and whose allegiance has been twisted. Killing them would solve everything. The problem is—

I can't beat him!!

Of course, this doesn't mean I'm afraid of him.

I am Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord of this era. I am immortal, and I have gone further on the path to eternal life than anyone else.

Actually, I also discovered that, in terms of magical power alone, this kid is still far inferior to me. The reason I couldn't defeat him decisively is because from the moment he appeared, he seemed to know something, and I was worried that he had discovered the secret of my Horcrux.

Also, because I was overly worried about the safety of my Horcrux —after all, they were my greatest trump card, the source of my immortality—I absolutely could not allow any mistakes to happen, so--

I've completely lost the will to fight him head-on, which has prevented many of my spells from reaching their full potential. All I want now is to escape as quickly as possible and check the location of all my Horcrux...

So I summoned the special Inferius I had buried here. It's an Inferius that explodes when attacked; it's a trump card I made specifically for this purpose. If I'm surrounded by this Inferius, even I can only escape first and then make further plans—that was my original plan. I wanted to force it back first, then move to a different location with my remaining servants and discuss things further.

My immediate priority is to retrieve my Horcrux one by one. I have six Horcrux, one of which is currently in my possession. As for the others— the Diary I entrusted to Lucius for safekeeping is probably lost, and the golden cup I gave to Bellatrix seems to be in some danger as well...

The only items I'm fairly confident about are the Ravenclaw's Diadem, the Gaunt Family Ring, and the Slytherin's Locket.

After all, the place where I hid the Diadem isn't easy to find, and that kid shouldn't be that powerful... well, hopefully he is... I've cast all sorts of powerful curses on the ring's location, and breaking those curses won't be easy... The pendant box is the one I'm most confident about. Not only is that location hidden and hard to find, but retrieving the pendant box by overcoming numerous traps requires extremely high magical abilities from the intruder, and it also necessitates a sacrifice...

But before I could even chuckle at my successful scheme, how did he manage to pin down the Inferius and Death Eaters all at once? When did magic become capable of such feats?

The most ridiculous thing is that he actually had the audacity to claim it was Levitation Charm! Screw Levitation Charm!

Hmm? But his explanation seems to make some sense... I know that spells can be used in other ways, but I haven't had the interest to study magic for a long, long time. Why is that? I used to love studying magic the most—let me think back, when did this change in my mindset begin? Hmm, it seems to be—

It was probably from the moment I created my first Horcrux that I lost interest in studying ordinary magic. I only loved power; what I pursued and yearned for was powerful Dark Arts, not these silly spells that made things float or make wands glow...

Sigh, forget about all that nonsense—let's deal with the immediate problem first!

I've decided, I'll go straight for his shot.

The most powerful Killing Curse can be used, but the magic released from the wand must resonate before it leaves the wand; this is known as the "wand-spark" phenomenon.

Once their wands collide, he can no longer transfer the spell elsewhere. There's only one way to determine a winner—

The outcome will depend on the two players' magical abilities and willpower!

I am confident that my magic is definitely stronger than his! And the reason I chose the Avada Kedavra curse is because my heart is filled with a bloodlust, and this curse can elevate my will to its highest point!

I refuse to believe that I, the mighty Dark Lord, would lose a battle of energy to an underage brat.

Hmph, even if something unexpected happens that affects the outcome of the match, I still have one last trick up my sleeve—

In the split second that the beam breaks, I can use the residual magic on my wand to instantly Apparition and leave this place.

This is a unique spellcasting technique I developed while researching seamless connection spellcasting methods. I dare say that no one else in the world knows it except me. Wait a minute, um, it seems—except for a few years ago when I taught it to that fool named Quirrell to lure him into corruption. But it doesn't matter, that good-for-nothing is long dead...

By the way, I'm not running away, but rather making a strategic retreat; the two are not the same. How could I, the mighty Dark Lord, be so frightened into running away by a mere underage boy? No one would believe that, right?

All I can say is that this kid is far too strange. I need to gather more information before I can decide how to deal with him. Once I have enough information, heh heh, you'll see how I handle him.

As for my servants, it all depends on their luck and fate—if they know how to seize the opportunity to escape, at least half of them should be able to get away, I reckon...