Chapter 415 413 Now You Can Try It

Chapter 415 413. Now you can give it a try

Having heard this, if Jon can't guess anymore, then there is a real problem.

All the speculations he had made before about Voldemort possessing Draco actually didn't involve much reasoning at all, and were more based on a feeling.

The kind of intuition that had saved Jon so many times in battle and earned Grindelwald praise for his gift of prophecy.

Voldemort's plan for this game went deeper than anyone imagined, and also used some unknown information that Jon and Dumbledore could not even guess.

For example, although they guessed from the beginning that hosting the Triwizard Tournament was probably related to his desire to restore his soul, which was split due to Jon's tearing up the contract, and thus regain his strength, they never imagined that Voldemort had actually planned to use another method. way to achieve the purpose.

As for the castle itself, it was precisely because they couldn't guess what kind of methods Voldemort had. Before he said it himself, Jon and Dumbledore couldn't even imagine that he had made so many preparations in the castle even if they tried hard. , In fact, I want to eat this ancient castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But when these things became public and the clues became coherent, all the tracks became obvious.

"Using normal means, you can't eat away the consciousness of this castle."

Jon tightened his grip on the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.

"You have tried all these arrangements in the Chamber of Secrets, the Principal's Office and the Slytherin Lounge, but you can't do it, so you thought of another way. Let someone who can be recognized by this castle come over, first It’s up to him to inherit the castle, gain recognition from the castle’s own consciousness, and then use his identity to fully acquire the castle’s consciousness.”

Voldemort turned to look at the Triwizard Cup.

"So, you should have guessed what kind of ending you will face today, right? Jon Green, you should be grateful for the portrait of Salazar Slytherin you brought out from the North Pole. It is Because he taught me the ancient magic of how to reintegrate Horcruxes, I am what I am today. It is also because of this that I have studied more magic about the soul!"

He withdrew his gaze again and looked at Jon.

"The script I arranged after that is very simple. You get the Triwizard Cup and this castle. I kill you and become you. In the future, I will be a stronger, smarter, and more respectable Jon than you. ·Stay alive as Green! There are many ways to gain power in this world. Since we are on a different path to uniting pure bloods, it’s a big deal.”

His smile was so chilling.

"Many people know very well that I actually don't care about the so-called pure-blood mixed-blood Mudbloods. As long as I can become the master and the master of everyone, isn't it the same for whoever leads me? Everything will be good after that. In the future, I will become the first successor after Dumbledore, and even because of my outstanding performance in defeating Voldemort and counterattacking Britain, Dumbledore will lament that his old age has allowed me to take over earlier. With such a young and energetic body, everyone is loyal to me from the bottom of their hearts. I will become the new master of Britain, and the next thing will be even simpler. The hemp breeds have suffered so much oppression, as long as they are slightly provoked Suddenly, they will burst out with more powerful hatred and desire."

"Liquidation! I will lead them to liquidate purebloods throughout Europe and even the world! Even with their help, it will be easier for me to control the Muggle world. What a wonderful future, you will not quit, Jon , I will help you, let your name go down in history forever, and no one will forget the title of Lord of the World!"

There was a shuddering horror in his words.

But the beating flame in Jon's eyes did not reveal a trace of fear.

"So now there are two of you in this world."

"Since that idiot wants the original body so much, what's wrong with giving it to him like this and letting him dedicate his last remaining value to me as a target for my new identity?"

Voldemort smiled contemptuously.

"He saw me calling the shots outside and thought he could do everything I could. As a result, he only focused on the immediate interests and became impatient when he saw that France was about to be completely occupied by Dumbledore. I did it on purpose. Yes, the result of this game was destined to be Dumbledore's victory from the beginning, so the cut-off France and Hogwarts Castle would bring huge losses to him, and it would also be the beginning of a new life for me. , not only you, but also the other me, you are all under my control. "

"I am answering you. Now, I have one last question. I wonder if you can answer me, Mr. Riddle."

Jon looked into the eyes that should belong to Draco.

"Two people will not appear in this world for no reason. Who are you? Are you from a Horcrux? Are you your own split soul? Or have you been lying all along?"

There was a rare moment of silence in the air.

Afterwards, Voldemort laughed!

He was obviously not putting on airs, nor was he mocking Jon, but showed an inexplicable emotion, joy, and happy smile.

"Let's keep this mystery. There's no need to discuss it anymore, Jon. I know what you're doubting. You're thinking I'm deliberately using those words to lure and deceive you. In fact, I'm not me at all, and Riddle is not Riddle. Who in the world would call themselves a fool? Who would calculate themselves to death, right?"

His smile didn't fade, but his eyes became cold again.

On one side of the library, the window that was blown open by Jon when he escaped was blowing in a cold wind, blowing the hems of his and Voldemort's robes.

Jon was not discouraged or frustrated without getting the answer that had been bothering him for a long time.

He saw that Voldemort had already shown off all his plans, and he lost the idea of ​​continuing the conversation, but was ready to start reaping the rich fruits of his long plan.

Jon moved his ten fingers holding the sword and the wand, and his golden eyes emitted a thrilling light in the dark library.

"Apart from your character, I admire your wisdom, Mr. Riddle, but if you really want to get my body and name, then I think you can try now."

Bad habit, really bad habit, once I set a time for myself, I like to finish it on time. I will try to post the rest of today as early as possible, so as not to delay it too late.