radicalducati Chapter 115 Voldemort's Monologue
Chapter 115 Voldemort's Monologue
Chapter 115 Voldemort's Monologue
"Quirk, weren't I bewitched by you?"
Looking at the man with Quirrell's shell, who was actually Voldemort, Felix Flitwick felt a deep sense of disgust.
Because of Voldemort's existence, countless lives have been lost and countless people have been misled into turning back over the years in the British wizarding world.
Now, one of his prized students, Quirrell, who went from being a student to a colleague, has also been bewitched by Voldemort, and has even been replaced by him.
If it weren't for the magic circle, exclusively sponsored by Nicolas Flamel, activating and completely covering the area, the group would have captured Voldemort the moment he appeared.
Voldemort is still using words because he realizes the magic circle is very powerful, and he's worried that a rash attack might backfire.
"No, no, no! Respected Mr. Felius, when Quirinus Quirrell resigned from his teaching position to travel, he was indeed single-mindedly trying to get close to me, thinking that with his stupid brain and weak strength he could take advantage of the great Dark Lord, so he made a pact with me—" Voldemort said disdainfully and smugly.
"But after being repeatedly thwarted by me, like training a dog or taming a hawk, he became my henchman to carry out my will."
"Shut up!" Professor Flitwick couldn't take it anymore.
"My esteemed Mr. Felius, please let me finish," Voldemort said confidently. "You may believe what I'm about to say, or you may not; the choice is yours."
"Professor Quirrell of your esteemed school, after being swayed by Mr. Ryan that night, has decided to oppose me," he said.
(Ryan: Bullshit! Who seduced him!)
"However, he overestimated himself and underestimated me. I suppressed him into the depths of his consciousness that very day, and of course, he is still alive now."
Voldemort was a gifted orator, and his narration transported everyone back to that night.
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The night we went to collect unicorn blood.
Forest ban.
Quirrell stood there, burying his legs in the woods to stop himself from moving forward.
"How dare you defy me!" A voice that wasn't his own came from Quirrell's body.
"I don't think it should be like this," Quirrell said with difficulty, his fingers gripping the tree beside him tightly.
"You foolish servant! Go find the unicorn and draw its blood!" A voice that wasn't his own roared.
Along with this, Qi Luo's foot was pulled out of the soil, bringing with it a tree root as thick as a wrist hidden underground.
Under normal circumstances, trying to lift such a tree root from the ground with the back of your foot would cause severe bodily damage and intense pain.
But Quirrell was now somewhat disregarding his minor muscle strain, because he was experiencing the sensation of his left hand hitting his right, and his left leg trying to stop his hands from fighting each other.
"Drinking unicorn blood will incur a great curse, I can't do that!" Quirrell pleaded desperately.
"You should give me everything! I help you learn, I grant you power, I give you treatment that is not commensurate with your abilities! You should be grateful! You should dedicate yourself! You should give!" said another voice, the remnant soul of Voldemort within him.
"No!" Quirrell realized that everything he had done before seemed to have been like being blinded by greed.
Seeing that Quirrell was showing signs of backing out, Voldemort changed his tune: "I would never say such things to other Death Eaters, but I value you highly; you have great potential."
"By enduring a little more hardship, you will reap unimaginable rewards! Think about it, back then, the entire magical world was filled with my people. Some of them were indeed unworthy of their positions. But because of their loyalty, I bestowed upon them these titles!"
"And don't put personal interests first. One person's small curse is nothing. You have to consider the Death Eaters as a whole! Consider all the residents of the wizarding world!"
Voldemort declared passionately, "If we want to save the wizarding world, if we want to get it back on track, we must first bear the price for breaking the magical ladder that Dumbledore and the others have blocked!"
He declared to Quirrell that when the purebloods were in decline, Dumbledore held sway over the world above them, while the Order of the Phoenix relentlessly pursued them below.
At that time, the future was bleak and the people were suffering.
Fortunately, Voldemort emerged from Slytherin. He gathered pure-bloods for his own use, recruited heroes to contend for the world, and wiped out the Muggle wizarding world, almost restoring the world to its former glory a thousand years ago.
Thus, the world turned upside down, the four elements changed, and Dumbledore was getting old. Voldemort believed that his extraordinary feat would soon be accomplished.
However, a prophet named Sybil issued a prophecy, saying that Voldemort's great enemy would appear, and Voldemort, upon hearing this, wished to kill the great enemy in his infancy.
Sadly, he did not live long enough. Voldemort was plotted against and nearly died midway through his life. However, he lost all his magical powers and had to hide in the wild, living with snakes and rats. How tragic!
Fortunately, I met Qi Luo one day, and there will be a time for me to rise again!
Voldemort's barrage of attacks left Quirrell reeling.
After a lengthy discourse, one can describe one's great achievements, one's own importance, one's future prospects, and the arrival of a period of career advancement.
It's fair to say that if it weren't for the events of today that gave Quirrell a second thought, he would have been convinced again.
But Quirrell still firmly refused.
Because you only have one life, while promotions, raises, and grand ambitions all belong to the boss.
"That's how it is, but he was too foolish to think he could fight me. In the end, I completely defeated him. But he also lost the opportunity to obtain the unicorn blood, so I could only endure my injuries and return to the castle." Voldemort ended his speech.
Now it was Dumbledore's turn to squint his eyes, pondering how much of what he said was true and how much was false.
This could involve the life of a former outstanding student and current professor. Even if Dumbledore is determined to pay the price, he needs to consider whether to back down for the time being.
Mr. Gale, standing to the side, curled his lip. He thought he should just take action and arrest the person, no matter what.
Albus is so indecisive, he thought to himself.
Nicolas Flamel remained noncommittal; in any case, he had been invited to lend a hand, and the over 600-year-old man was used to life and death.
"Oh, right. Quirrell doesn't actually stutter. He just started stuttering to cover it up after meeting me. I think you all know that," Voldemort added, emphasizing that he was telling the truth.
Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "No wonder—even after Quirinus claimed he had fallen out with you that day, he was still stammering. I realized it too late—from that day on, it was you, not Quirinus."
"So, Mr. Dumbledore, if you let me go, I can release him. But once the war starts, the spells are too intense, and I cannot guarantee Mr. Quirinus's safety." Voldemort was extremely pleased with himself. That night, he spared Quirrell's life and then impersonated Quirrell, which turned out to be a stroke of genius.
Especially seeing the conflicted expressions on the faces of the people opposite him, who wanted to kill him but couldn't do anything about it, Voldemort even wanted to burst out laughing three times.
"Hahaha!"
"Who will kill me!"
The one who usurped the title of Dark Lord II was Voldemort, a member of House Gaunt and a descendant of Slytherin.
He lost his parents at a young age and lived in an orphanage. However, he was born with extraordinary abilities and was exceptionally talented. Therefore, he entered Hogwarts School of Design at the young age of eleven.
At that time, Dumbledore was the Dean of Gryffindor and Professor of Transfiguration. He believed that Voldemort was arrogant, lawless, cold-blooded, and bloodthirsty, so he constantly advised and monitored him.
However, Voldemort's nature was hard to change; he formed cliques, cultivated a large following, and harbored wolfish ambitions. Upon graduation, he plotted to seize the professorship.
Dumbledore refused, and Voldemort stormed out, cursing the Slytherin order in his honor. This reveals his suspicious and jealous nature.
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