HP Fifty Years (Voldemort)

He was in fifth grade that year. An ugly girl wearing thick black-rimmed glasses chased him all the way. It is not allowed to use magic to hurt people in school, and the dignified Slytherin student council president skipped three classes in the boys' dormitory. She stamped her feet angrily at the door: "Can't you just listen to my confession? I made a good bet with them." He smiled and said to her: Didn't you say that I will always be your master? Well, even your soul is mine. Beautiful blue light shot out from the center of the battlefield. She smiled and recited the spell Lily Potter once said. However, she didn't hear his roar behind her. A short story for the New Year, with two endings. The tragedy version satisfies my prank taste, and the comedy version satisfies the needs of the New Year... CP Fu Tao, if you don't like it, enter with caution. Advertising time: Completed ancient short stories: The HP novella being serialized: Contact Maizi: Intention: