chsdbacks Chapter 114 Voldemort Negotiates Terms
Chapter 114 Voldemort Negotiates Terms
Chapter 114 Voldemort Negotiates Terms
"Professor Lemaître, your code name is poorly chosen; it disrupts the formation! Everyone else is a failed XXX, except for you."
The visitor also saw Ryan, who had already left Hogwarts and should now be at the Ministry of Magic's investiture ceremony, speaking with great distress to a pale, somewhat translucent old man, while pressing something as he spoke.
But someone at the Ministry of Magic saw Dumbledore, Flitwick, and Lane with their own eyes. Those were some of the methods he had left behind, and there was no mistake in what they saw. His eyes widened, realizing that he had stepped into a long-planned trap.
All the information he received was false, a performance staged for him! All his plans had been anticipated!
Moreover, that traitor was involved! The compound decoction was definitely provided by that traitor! That damned traitor, his mind was possessed by a witch! Not trusting him was definitely the right thing to do!
"Ryan Wales! That damned predator."
He was furious, believing that everything was the prophet's fault, or at least that the prophecy was the primary cause!
Success was just one step away, the chance to roam freely across the land and spread his fame was just one step away. But that one step ahead lay an unseen abyss, and the shadow of Dumbledore loomed over him once more!
A surge of anger and unease consumed his mind, leaving only a sliver of consciousness to ponder who the other two people were. And who was this Lemaître that Ryan had just mentioned?
"You think you can win by lying in ambush beforehand? You think you can defeat me?!" he shouted.
"I have conquered death!" he proclaimed.
"I am the greatest Dark Lord!" he roared.
Someone interrupted his performance; it was Ryan.
Ryan quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, no! Mr. Tom, you're mistaken! We have no intention of ambushing anyone. We've clearly written it all here, welcoming Mr. Tom Riddle without a nose to guide the protection of the Philosopher's Stone."
He said earnestly, "To prevent any errors from the common name Tom Riddle, I even added the qualifier that he doesn't have a nose. I'm so thoughtful!"
Someone who really didn't want to reveal their name, who had been called "Tom" several times in a row, felt like they were about to explode with anger.
"Shut up! You orphan bastard!" he roared.
Ryan nodded vigorously: "I agree, so why are you still talking? After all, I'm just alone."
Many people say that a young girl's blush is more beautiful than any sweet words in the world.
However, when this action is performed on middle-aged and elderly men, it almost never means that; it usually refers to their redness or heat.
As soon as Ryan finished speaking, Voldemort, who was now in Quirrell's body, was completely in a red-hot state!
How dare he! He actually dared to insult the great Dark Lord!
Quirrell's version of Voldemort began to tremble.
"Avada Kedavra!" He raised his hand in his signature gesture.
A beam of green light shot out.
Ryan feigned great alarm, saying, "A gentleman uses words, not fists!" and waited for Dumbledore to make his move.
But the green light had already been flying for two seconds.
No!
Why aren't these four people reacting at all!
How come you've all learned Dumbledore's way of testing people?!
How did you all go astray so quickly! You talk so eloquently about protecting students, but aren't I a student too?!
Ryan could vaguely see the four people's curiosity out of the corner of his eye, and he felt truly helpless.
With a snap, he vanished from his spot, only to reappear in the same place after dodging Voldemort's Killing Curse.
Although he successfully dodged Voldemort's Killing Curse, even though Voldemort was now finding it difficult to use Quirrell's body and his magical power was only average, Ryan was still very scared.
The killing curse wasn't very powerful, but it gave people a feeling of facing death directly.
It's like Voldemort incorporated the concept of death into his spells.
This makes each spell seem to stare directly into the basilisk's eyes, carrying an instant-death effect.
How did he do that? He appeared calm, but a sense of unease crept into his mind. He felt that the spell Voldemort had just cast had even altered the very nature of its magic.
This is definitely not due to Quirrell's physical abilities; it must be that Voldemort himself has reached a strange level of understanding of magic.
Ryan was on high alert, after all, he didn't know if the four old men would help him the next time Voldemort made a move.
"Young man, don't be so impulsive." Suddenly, an old man whom Voldemort didn't recognize interrupted the atmosphere.
"Here, as your senior—well, never mind, you're not worthy."
The old man immediately changed his tune: "As one of those who are hunting you here, I must correct one of your misconceptions."
Who is this person?
Voldemort thought this old man was too familiar. What did he mean by calling him senior? He wasn't worthy of it.
He, Fu, is the infamous Dark Lord, a terrorist from the British Isles!
How dare anyone think he's unworthy!
Who on earth is this person? How dare they be so audacious!
Voldemort was furious and wanted to shout and curse.
But the old man he didn't recognize held up three fingers: "First, Albus isn't senile. Second, you're not worthy of being called the Dark Lord, nor are you the greatest. Third, conquering death! What are you anyway?"
Voldemort felt like he was about to explode. What kind of world was this?! His reputation had no deterrent power anymore!
It seems like everyone here is ready to challenge him, and none of them are afraid of him!
Is it possible that the magical world no longer refers to him as "someone whose name cannot even be mentioned"?
impossible!
"Dumbledore, you've won this round." Fortunately, he regained his senses for some reason and analyzed the situation. With Dumbledore present, he had no chance of succeeding, and his only option was to run away.
However, after testing the weakest-looking prophet on the other side, I found that I couldn't take him down quickly with Quirrell's body, so I couldn't use him as a hostage.
Then we'll have to force our way out. No matter what, the other side is all old and young. I'm pretty confident—Voldemort assessed the level of danger in his mind.
"Dear Mr. Tom Riddle, on behalf of all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, I would like to offer you this suggestion." Lane smiled: "Hogwarts is a beautiful and auspicious place, a rare gem in the secular world. It's truly a place worth settling down for the rest of your life, isn't it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort felt the magic surging in the room, indicating that a magic circle had been set up in advance.
Voldemort remained silent.
Voldemort looked around.
Voldemort suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Felix Flitwick, there is something I think you need to know."
"I don't think we have anything to talk about," Professor Flitwick said, ignoring him.
"Don't you want to know about your student, Quirinas Quiro?"
Voldemort appeared fearless at this moment.