Harry Potter: Fifty Years (Voldemort)

He was in fifth grade that year. An ugly girl in thick black-rimmed glasses chased after him everywhere. Magic was forbidden as a means of harming others at school, but the proud Slytherin student council president skipped three periods in the boys' dormitory. She stamped her foot angrily at the door. "Couldn't you at least hear me out? I already made a bet with them." He smiled at her and said, "Didn't you say I'd always be your master? Well, then, even your soul belongs to me." A beautiful blue light shot out from the center of the battlefield. Smiling, she spoke the spell Lily Potter had once used. But she didn't hear his roar behind her. A short New Year's story with two endings. The tragic version indulges my taste for mischief, while the comedy version suits the New Year's spirit... CP: Fu Tao. If that's not your thing, proceed with caution. Ad time: Completed historical short story: Ongoing Harry Potter novella: Contact Maizi: Intention: