Chapter 151 Father and Daughter (Part 2)

"...Tom."

When Dumbledore heard this voice with a dangerous sweetness, like a thorny flower, he once again used a movement that was almost invisible to the elderly, and raised his hand as if facing a powerful enemy. He pointed his wand at the inside of the cage: "As expected, you have been possessing your daughter all along!"

"Don't make such a fuss, Dumbledore."

Delphi... no, it was Voldemort who was using Delphi's body and laughed softly, and in that laughter, there seemed to be five points of pride and five points of disdain.

At this moment, facing the Elder Wand raised by Dumbledore, the Dark Lord's performance was actually much more normal than that of the somewhat hysterical Delphi. He was not worried at all that he was in a cage and continued to speak in a relaxed tone. : "Shouldn't you have guessed this kind of thing a long time ago? The boy who went back to the past with Delphi must have told you what I will do to Quirinus Quirrell in the future. "

"He told me, but I didn't expect that you would actually use this kind of parasitic evil magic on your own daughter!" Dumbledore's tone was full of anger.

"Parasite? No, my great Dumbledore, how could you think so?"

Voldemort laughed again. His smile was perfect and matched with Delphi's beautiful face. He was as calm as the Queen of England receiving guests: "This is obviously a great soul magic that can place the soul without a body." In living people, sharing life with them... This is not some evil black magic. Dumbledore, a fool like Quirinus Quirrell, is just because he can't bear Salazar Slater. It’s just Lin’s blood.”

Dumbledore looked at this disciple who finally revealed his true face, with some unknown emotion flashing in his eyes, but his hand holding the wand did not tremble at all: "You haven't given up on the old blood theory, Tom. ?”

"Why not? The blood of wizards does have magic power. Even you should understand this, my dear professor."

Voldemort put a hand in front of his eyes and looked back and forth, as if he was studying which of the different colors of nail polish on Delphi's fingers was more bright and suitable for him: "Although when I first founded the Volpe Knights, I really wanted to take advantage of those pure-blood idiots who were full of ambition and calculation, and the pure-blood families behind them that were gradually losing their former glory. But as time went by, I came to understand that the collection of books in those old antiques’ homes was indeed somewhat clever. place...and I also got some inspiration from it.”

"For example, my name."

Voldemort didn't use his wand, and swiped his finger in the air. A bright green trail immediately appeared, instantly forming his name, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

And as his fingers moved slightly again, the letters changed their order in the air, forming a sentence, I am Lord Voldemort, and he himself smiled and said: "It's a very interesting little word puzzle. Don't you? I quite like the idea of ​​mine, and the powerful ancient magic that's been cast on the name."

"...Especially, when those bold wizards read out this name and I appeared in front of them a few seconds later, their expressions of surprise and despair were on their faces."

"So this is where the magic on your name comes from..." A long-buried question in Dumbledore's heart was finally solved today. He took a deep breath and said, "But Tom, why am I here today?" I’m not here to discuss magic with you or the history of your family.”

"Oh? Then what does my dear Transfiguration teacher plan to discuss with me?" Voldemort blew his nails carelessly, and there seemed to be a trace of green light on them: "For example, recall the past and talk about my past. The eventful years at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore watched every movement of Voldemort's fingers and shook his head: "I'm here to correct the mistakes I made."

Voldemort paused for a moment, and Dumbledore continued: "Tom, before coming to Azkaban, those mysterious wizards from the Wandering Sea once told me that some people are born with evil seeds. To those with a keen sense of smell, their entire body smells dirtier than frog urine.”

Voldemort's movements completely stopped, and suddenly, half of her face began to distort again. Half of Delphi's face screamed with an expression of disgust: "Shut up! How dare you insult the great Dark Lord like this! You..."

"I said, be quiet, Delphi."

Suddenly, Delphi's voice stopped as abruptly as a disconnected phone call, and Voldemort's expression became more serious. He was no longer as casual as before, but put on a serious expression and said: "I should Have you said it before? I will give proper respect to those enemies who can be my opponents and those who have defeated me, because disrespecting them is a mockery of myself... Just like you just tried to insult me. Like Lippert, I've already stopped you once."

"No matter how mediocre the 'Boy-Who-Lived' magic was, or how stupid his mind was, in the original future he escaped being hunted by me and my Death Eaters just by luck, he eventually achieved the ultimate victory. ...Besides, from the moment I heard the prophecy, 'I' personally chose him and chose him to become my fierce enemy."

"And for the enemies I recognize, etiquette needs to be observed. Delphi, I grant you the qualification to be an observer, but it does not mean that you can go beyond it. I hope you know how to measure."

"Remember, there is no next time."

After saying these words, Voldemort put down his hand and looked at Dumbledore for the first time: "It seems that my dear professor has finally decided to kill me? With all due respect, you should have made up your mind earlier."

"Tom, your performance just now surprised me again. Compared with the you when you returned to Hogwarts to apply for a job, and the you in the future, you are closer to the you you were when you were in school."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with complicated eyes: "Perhaps people will have random thoughts when they get older... But I don't understand whether this is another layer of disguise hidden under your mask, or whether you have really experienced a lot of things. I even changed myself after having my daughter.”

"So?" Voldemort was not in a hurry, but asked with interest.

Regarding Voldemort's words that could even be called teasing, Dumbledore said firmly: "No, I have hesitated for too long."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, you are such a born villain, so as your teacher, I naively thought that you could change your ways... But I was wrong. Tolerating you is cruel to everyone. , so I have an obligation to correct this mistake of mine!"

As Dumbledore shouted, the Elder Wand in his hand shot out a ray of silver light, hitting Voldemort in the chest.

"New magic?"

Voldemort looked down at his chest, where silver light was spreading: "Not bad."

The next second, his body fell.

——Like a snake with its bones removed.