Chapter 414: You can try it now

Chapter 414: You can try it now

Having heard this far, Jon would have a real problem if he couldn't guess.

All the guesses he had made about Voldemort's possession of Draco had not been much more than a feeling.

The kind of intuition that had saved Jon so many times in battle, something that Grindelwald had commended as having the gift of prophecy.

Voldemort's set-up for this task went deeper than anyone could have imagined and made use of unknown information that Jon and Dumbledore would never have guessed.

For example, although they had guessed from the start that the hosting of the Triwizard Tournament would most likely have something to do with his need to restore his own soul, which had been split by Jon's tearing up of the pact; so that he could regain his strength, they had never imagined that Voldemort had actually intended to achieve his goal in such a way.

And then there was the castle itself, and it was because of the lack of guessing what Voldemort actually had up his sleeve that until he said so himself, Jon and Dumbledore could never have imagined, even if they thought about it, that he had made so many preparations within the castle to actually try to devour the ancient castle that had been passed down for thousands of years.

But once all these things had become public and the clues had become coherent, the trajectory of everything became obvious.

"You can't devour the consciousness of this castle by normal means."

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

"The Chamber of Secrets, the Headmaster's Office and the Slytherin common room, you've tried all of these setups and couldn't do anything to it, so you came up with another way. To have someone who could be acknowledged by this castle come over and first have him inherit the castle and be recognized by the consciousness of the castle itself, and then use his identity to gain the consciousness of the castle in its entirety."

Voldemort turned his head to look at the Triwizard Cup.

"So, you should have guessed by now what kind of end you are going to face today on your own, right? Jon Green, you should be thankful for that portrait of Salazar Slytherin that you brought out of the North Pole, it is because of the ancient magic he taught me about how to re-fuse Horcruxes that I am where I am today. It is also because of that I have researched more about magic on the soul!"

He regained his gaze and looked at Jon.

After that, Voldemort burst out laughing!

He was clearly not putting on a show or mocking Jon about something, but an inexplicable smile of emotion, delight, and joy.

"Let's keep this mystery to ourselves, there's no point in exploring this anymore Jon. I know what you're suspecting, you're thinking I'm deliberately baiting and deceiving you with those words, when in fact I'm not me at all, and neither Riddle is a Riddle, what person in the world would call themselves stupid, what person would count themselves dead, right?"

His smile didn't narrow, but his gaze turned cold again.

To the side of the library, the window that had been blown open by Jon's escape was blowing in a whistling cold breeze that ruffled the hem of both his and Voldemort's robes.

Without getting the answer that had been bothering him for so long, Jon was not much discouraged or frustrated.

He could see that Voldemort had flaunted all of his plans and he lost the idea of continuing to keep this conversation going and instead was ready to start reaping the fruits of the rich harvest which he had been planning for so long.

Jon flexed the ten fingers that held the sword and wand respectively, a striking light radiating from those golden eyes within the shadowy library.

"I admire your intelligence as a person, Mr Riddle, but if you really want this body and name of mine, then I suppose now is the time for you to try."

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