Chapter 41

"Damn it, it's Dumbledore and Snape."

In the shadow of his fingers, Chilo's eyes revealed infinite resentment.

With those two people, he is doomed not to get the Sorcerer's stone tonight.

"Go back..."

Through Chilo's perspective, Voldemort was depressed.

But after all these years, the temporary defeat was nothing to him. Just put away his tusks and endure for a while.

"Yes, master."

With a respectful response in his heart, Chilo wrapped his cloak and left quietly.

Through the corridor, down the stairs, avoiding the patrolling professors, he returned to his office very smoothly.

But just then, an accident happened!

"Buzz."

Space began to twist bit by bit, and everything turned into an extremely irregular shape.

Chilo was startled and subconsciously took out his wand. Voldemort also felt bad and opened his eyes vigilantly.

What's going on now?

"Calm down, quelinus, relax."

After all, Voldemort was once on the side of the disaster. Voldemort soon forced himself to calm down and began to try to take over the body.

Although this is different from his plan, it's urgent and can't take care of so much!

Chilo felt dizzy and completely lost consciousness. Voldemort, who had temporarily gained physical control, clung to the wand that didn't fit him, moved his feet and retreated slowly.

"It's not Dumbledore. The old man doesn't have this power... Who is it?"

Ten thousand unanswered questions emerged in his heart, and he carefully retreated to the door.

Unfortunately, a powerful and unparalleled magic blocked here.

"Boom!"

Space crumbled like a mirror, and endless darkness came.

Voldemort finally panicked!

"No!"

It felt like he was suddenly struck by thunder while walking in the garden. He was not prepared at all.

Who is it?

Who is calculating the Great Dark Lord!

"The emperor of kings, the king of kings."

Whispers came from his ears, which did not belong to any language Voldemort knew, but it was strange that he could perfectly understand the meaning.

"Who? Who's there!"

Voldemort raised his wand like a demonstration, and his flat face was fierce.

"Dark Lord, rule everything."

This time, the whisper became clearer.

"The insect who plays tricks will die!"

Holding up his wand, Voldemort roared like a snake with a green light in his eyes.

Avada Kedavra!

"Great will, supreme."

But Voldemort's death spell didn't seem to work, and the whisper sounded for the third time.

At the same time, a pair of eyes slowly opened in the endless darkness!

Voldemort's breath stagnated.

What a sight

The huge eyelidless eyes condensed by flame and light seem to stare at everything in the world.

At one glance, he couldn't help kneeling down and worshipping!

"How could this happen..."

His mouth was bitter, and Voldemort doubted his power for the first time.

Horcruxes? Magic? believer?

It looks so funny in front of this eye.

But

Why is there such a person, or such a terrible existence? Why is there no record in the book?

This is unreasonable!

Huge eyes ignore everything.

He was in a trance and entered a strange world.

Wind, thunder, rain, snow.

Endless lightning and flood engulfed everything, and Voldemort's soul was like a lonely boat torn apart by the great power of nature.

I don't know how long this process lasted. It may be a second or thousands of years.

In great pain, he gave up thinking from scream to numbness.

Finally, the darkness swallowed everything.

Or, everything turned dark.

Blending with the darkness, Voldemort, curled up, suddenly had an unspeakable feeling.

Omnipresent, omnipotent!

"This is the test of fate."

He murmured to himself and slowly opened his eyes that he didn't know how long they had been closed.

In front of him, there was a small and humble existence floating.

Some look familiar

"That's right."

Voldemort smiled.

He is the Lord of darkness.

He is the great will.

King of kings, emperor of emperors.

Fate chose him.

It's God's choice and the only one!

"Buzz."

As if in response to his perception, endless darkness surged up like a tide.

It's like a celebration.

Celebrate the birth of the true Dark Lord!

The golden light appeared out of thin air and turned into a giant snake with a tail to block out the sky and the sun.

He, Voldemort, finally perfectly implemented the ancestor Salazar Slytherin's will.

no

He is greater than his ancestors.

He is immortal!

"My will will will prevail."

Stretch out your hand and hold it falsely, covering the sky with only one palm.

Voldemort murmured in a deep voice, and the tail snake turned by the light condensed and shrunk a little.

Finally, it turned into a simple ring.

On the smooth, bright and verifiable ring surface, the flame like carved gold inscription is burning quietly.

......

Hogwarts, second floor, women's room.

"Oh."

Klein opened his eyes with a relaxed expression on his face.

To be honest, it's easier than he thought.

"This ambition will become your poison. The stronger your desire for power, the more deadly the poison will be."

Illusion manipulation, psychological hint, and a little bit of curse and slavery

Klein considered himself a reasonable man.

If Voldemort hadn't ruined his masquerade party, he would never give a little "ring".

In order to avoid similar situations in the future, it is necessary to put a bridle on the old snake.

"By the way, I almost forgot."

Thinking of the ring transformed by Voldemort's will in the dreamland, Klein blinked and took out a gold coin from his trouser pocket. He went to the washbasin and drew a simple alchemy array with the remaining water stains. He put the gold coins in the middle.

With a flash of light, the gold coins disappeared, and a pure gold ring lay quietly on the washstand.

"Well, how to enchant it."

The shape is easy to reproduce, but the magic needs some thought.

Klein touched his smooth chin with interest and suddenly showed a bad smile.

"Soul weakness" and "magic enhancement"

As soon as he raised his hand, he attached a curse and protection to the ring.

This is not over. In addition to these, Klein also spent some effort to apply special magic to the ring: any unclean existence, seeing the ring will raise uncontrollable greed, and it is invalid to cast a spell on the person with a complete soul.

"I hope you like my gift."

After revenge, Klein was not angry with Voldemort.

He popped up a fierce fire to solve the giant monster. He smiled and gradually disappeared.

He couldn't wait to see Voldemort's expression when he woke up from the illusion and found that he really had a ring in his hand.

It must be very interesting~