There is something so comic and delightful about Voldemort’s particular brand of over the top insanity. Like, he loves snakes, like OMG he loves snakes, he looks like a snake, talks like a snake, probably dreams about snakes.

I love the concept that Voldey is basically a magical hobo. Living on someone’s head and later eating unicorn roadkill only to emerge out of a stew pot in a grave yard. Voledmort The Dark Hobo Lord.

But in spite of the over-the-topness of Voldey I LOVE the Harry Potter universe and I probably always will. So here, for your enjoyment, is Voldemort, the Dark Hobo Lord.