Professor Qiluo of Hogwarts

[No System] [Single Female Lead] [Not a Babysitter] [Turning Voldemort Against His Side]

“You? The Dark Lord? What have you ever done? What makes you think you’re the Dark Lord? Just because your name is Tom Riddle? Wake up. You’re not the Dark Lord—the one barely hanging on outside is the Dark Lord. Or rather, the former Dark Lord.”

“I am him, he is me!” Riddle’s face looked terrible.

“You’re only the soul fragment he split off fifty years ago. What does everything he did, everything he achieved, have to do with you? You want to freeload off him?”

“What did you say?”

“Am I wrong? Think carefully, Tom. Are you really him? Or rather, is he really you?” Quirrell’s tone was faint, like a devil’s whisper.

“Of course I am. I am Voldemort. Voldemort is me!!!”

“I don’t think so. You are you, he is he, he is Voldemort, and you… are Tom Riddle!”

“Tom Riddle is Voldemort!” Riddle gritted his teeth, the words squeezed out as if from the corners of his mouth.

“Tom, you’re a person with independent thought and a sound mind. You’ve been trapped in that dark diary for fifty years—fifty years! Now that you’re out, are you really willing to just die like this?” Quirrell stepped forward, speaking softly into Riddle’s ear.

“He locked you in that diary and imprisoned you for fifty years. Don’t you want to truly live for yourself? Don’t you want to truly become a person, to feel the grass and the earth, to feel the breeze and the sunlight?”