In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Having heard this, if Jon can't guess anymore, then there is a real problem.

All the speculations he had made before about Voldemort possessing Draco actually didn't involve much reasoning at all, and were more based on a feeling.

The kind of intuition that had saved Jon so many times in battle and earned Grindelwald praise for his gift of prophecy.

Voldemort's plan for this game went deeper than anyone imagined, and also used some unknown information that Jon and Dumbledore could not even guess.

For example, although they guessed from the beginning that hosting the Triwizard Tournament was probably related to his desire to restore his soul, which was split due to Jon's tearing up the contract, and thus regain his strength, they never imagined that Voldemort had actually planned to use another method. way to achieve the purpose.

As for the castle itself, it was precisely because they couldn't guess what kind of methods Voldemort had. Before he said it himself, Jon and Dumbledore couldn't even imagine that he had made so many preparations in the castle even if they wanted to. , In fact, I want to eat this ancient castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But when these things became public and the clues became coherent, all the tracks became obvious.

"Using normal means, you can't eat away the consciousness of this castle."

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

"You have tried all these arrangements in the Chamber of Secrets, the Principal's Office, and the Slytherin Lounge, but you can't do it, so you thought of another way. Let someone who can be recognized by this castle come over, first It is up to him to inherit the castle, gain recognition from the consciousness of the castle itself, and then use his identity to fully obtain the consciousness of the castle."

Voldemort turned to look at the Triwizard Cup.

"So, you should have already guessed what kind of ending you will face today, right? Jon Green, you should be grateful for the portrait of Salazar Slytherin you brought out from the North Pole. It is Because he taught me the ancient magic of how to reintegrate Horcruxes, I am what I am today. It is precisely because of these that I have researched more magic about the soul!"

He withdrew his gaze again and looked at Jon.

"The script I arranged after that is very simple. You get the Triwizard Cup and this castle. I kill you and become you. In the future, I will be a stronger, smarter, and more respectable Jon than you. ·Stay alive as Green! There are many ways to obtain power in this world. Since we are taking different paths to unite pure bloods, then at worst we have to change our route."

His smile was so chilling.

"Many people know very well that I actually don't care about the so-called pure-blood mixed-blood Mudbloods. As long as I can become the master and the master of everyone, isn't it the same for whoever leads me? Everything will be good after that. In the direction of development, I will become the first successor after Dumbledore. Even because of my outstanding performance in defeating Voldemort and counterattacking Britain, Dumbledore will lament that his old age has allowed me to take over earlier. I will have With such a young and energetic body, everyone is loyal to me from the bottom of their hearts. I will become the new master of Britain, and the next thing will be even simpler. The hemp breeds have suffered so much oppression, as long as they are slightly provoked Suddenly, they will burst out with even more powerful hatred and desire."

"Liquidation! I will lead them to liquidate purebloods throughout Europe and even the world! Even with their help, it will be easier for me to control the Muggle world. What a wonderful future, you will not quit, Jon , I will help you and let your name go down in history forever, and no one will forget the title of Lord of the World!"

There was a shuddering horror in his words.

But the beating flame in Jon's eyes did not reveal a trace of fear.

"So now there are two of you in this world."

"Since that idiot wants the original body so much, what's wrong with giving it to him like this and letting him dedicate his last remaining value to me as a target for my new identity?"

Voldemort smiled contemptuously.

"He saw me calling the shots outside and thought he could do everything I could. As a result, he only focused on the immediate interests and became impatient when he saw that France was about to be completely occupied by Dumbledore. I did it on purpose. Yes, the result of this game was destined to be Dumbledore's victory from the beginning, so the cut-off France and Hogwarts Castle would bring him huge losses, and it would also be the beginning of a new life for me. Look. , not only you, but also the other me, you are all under my control."

"I am answering you. Now, I have one last question. I wonder if you can answer me, Mr. Riddle."

Jon looked into the eyes that should belong to Draco.

"Two people will not appear in this world for no reason. Who are you? Are you from the Horcrux? Are you your own split soul? Or have you been lying all along?"

There was a rare moment of silence in the air.

Afterwards, Voldemort laughed!

He was obviously not putting on airs, nor was he mocking Jon, but showed an inexplicable emotion, joy, and happy smile.

"Let's keep this mystery. There is no need to discuss this anymore Jon. I know what you are suspecting. You are thinking that I am deliberately using those words to lure and deceive you. In fact, I am not me at all, and Riddle is also If it’s not Riddle, no one in the world would call himself a fool, and no one would think of himself as someone who would plot against him, right?”

His smile did not fade, but his eyes became cold again.

On the side of the library, the window blown open by Jon when he escaped was blowing in the cold wind, blowing the hems of his and Voldemort's robes.

Not getting the answer that had been bothering him for a long time made Jon feel less discouraged and frustrated.

He could see that Voldemort had shown off all his plans, and he had lost the idea of ​​continuing the conversation, but was about to start harvesting the rich fruit he had planned for a long time.

Jon moved his ten fingers holding the sword and wand respectively, and his golden eyes exuded a thrilling light in the dark library.

"Aside from your personality, I admire your wisdom, Mr. Riddle, but if you really want to get my body and name, then I think you can give it a try now."

It’s a bad habit, it’s really a bad habit. Once I set a time for myself, I like to finish writing as soon as possible. I will try my best to write as early as possible later today so as not to delay it until it is too late.