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A middle finger, an idiot.

The operation of Lin Dao's knife was completely incomprehensible to a group of people in the live broadcast room, and then a steady stream of forgiveness light came out of the forest.

The blood-colored shield was propped up around the Lin Dao Knife, even if the green light was an irresistible death for people in the magical world, but here in the Lin Dao Dao, the Arvada Forgiveness Charm did not receive any respect at all.

After a while, the green light disappeared, and Lin Daodao also withdrew his shield casually, and looked at the opposite forest with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Riddle, it seems that your body has exhausted all its magic, are you already so weak? ”

There was no sound on the other side, Lin Daodao didn't care, but instead paced a few steps forward.

"Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord, I thought you would have more fun with my boring life, but now it seems that your presence does not surprise me. Look at you, how weak you are, boarding this other person's body, unable to see people with their true faces every day. ”

"Let me think, you're here tonight looking for a unicorn, and if I'm right, the unicorn's blood will give you some strength to continue your search for the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts?"

"You want to stop me?" the hoarse voice suddenly calmed down at this moment.

Lin Daodao shook his head and chuckled: "Why should I stop you?"

"You don't want to kill me, kill me, and you'll be able to make a name for yourself and become the only one beyond Dumbledore's prestige in the wizarding world. Voldemort said earnestly.

"But what if I said I would rather see you resurrected by the magician and appear in front of me?" Lin Daodao asked with a smile.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

"Life and death, reincarnation, Riddle, have you ever wondered what is behind death, or what is the meaning? where do we come from, why we are born, from life to death, have we been following our own path, or are we acting out a script that has already been written?"

"Is the choice of our own will, is the purpose really what we need, and what does our existence really mean, are we really ourselves, or are we just an ornament, a tool, or a simple text in a script?"

"Interesting theory, you're talking about fate?" Voldemort asked with a smile in his hoarse voice.

"It's boring, but everyone has to follow it, that's fate. Fate is predestined, we are just tools to act according to fate, I am so, you, Voldemort, are already just that. Lin Daodao said, and without hesitation, a little madness rose in his eyes.

Blood spread from his eyes, and his fanatical expression seemed to expose Lin Daodao's heart under the bright moon.

"Do you think you can convince me to let me work with you for the sake of so-called success?" Lin Daodao smiled disdainfully, "Riddle, in my eyes you are just a mortal after all, your strength and vision are still only in the wizarding world, you are more like a Muggle than me, and I am standing in the sky!"

"Do you think you see fate?" Voldemort smiled with a hint of mockery, "do you think fate is your power?" little one, I believe you have just been lost in your so-called fate, and how many people throughout the ages have tried to see through fate, but none of them have really done it. You are very talented, but you should not indulge in those false things, only power is the most real existence, it can bring you everything, even get rid of fate. ”

"That's your idea, Riddle. Lin Daodao stared at the dense forest as if he was annoyed and angry, and the blood light flashed in his right eye, and the blood qi around his body instantly seemed to condense into substance.

The killing machine crushed towards the forest unscrupulously, and then heard a muffled snort from the dense forest.

"Don't, use you, narrow eyes to judge my existence, Riddle. ”

"You don't know fate at all, and you have never felt the existence of fate, fate is illusory to you, but fate is power to me!"

The crazy mood made Lin Daodao's voice strange and sharp, and he twisted his neck nervously, while Lin Daodao opened his mouth and laughed silently, he casually turned out a transparent crystal ball in his right hand.

The fluorescence drifted away, turning into a sea of stars, and on the light curtain in the sea of stars, with the steady supply of magic power from the Lin Daodao, a clear picture finally appeared.

This is the purpose of darkness, and in the purpose lies a withered baby. Next to the baby was a cauldron, and next to it was a figure that Voldemort was extremely familiar with.

"Wormtail!"

Lin Daodao smiled conceitedly: "Look, Riddle, this is your fate, the flesh of a servant, the bones of your father, the blood of your enemies, you will be resurrected in three years." But ......"

As soon as Lin Daodao's voice fell, the picture in the sea of stars suddenly changed instantly.

The scene is Hogwarts, with a large bald head with a pale face and no nose lying on the ground with an unbelievable expression, opposite a young man with a lightning-shaped scar on his head.

"See, this is your fate, Riddle. Lin Daodao tilted his head and looked down at the ground not far away, like a god from above looking down at Voldemort, who was a mortal.

"Muggles like you won't understand my power. Your dream is to rule the wizarding world, and I'm God!"

"You would choose to tell me this?" Voldemort asked with a chuckle, "aren't you afraid that the first thing I will do after I am resurrected will be to get rid of you?"

"You can't refuse fate, so your every move will eventually appear in my eyes. Riddle, how can you, who have seen through everything by me, kill me?"

"Look at the wand in your hand, it's not your wand, your wand is the core of the phoenix tail feather wand, and this wand is your personal belongings at the moment. So it's also an unforgivable spell, and the magic you cast on your host body is more powerful than the magic you cast in anger. That's right, Quirrell. ”

"Master, he ......"

A trembling sound came from the forest, and Lin Daodao shook his head, and his expression immediately returned to calm.

"Sure enough, it's still boring, boring fate determines everything boring, but I just want that little bit of excitement, but no one has been able to surprise me. Lin Daodao's compassionate eyes fell deep into the depths of the dense forest.

"Voldemort, Dark Lord, you and Dumbledore are the only ones in the wizarding world who are qualified to talk to me on an equal footing, I won't kill you, and without you, then there is no point in me coming here. ”

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort's voice was a little solemn.

"What do I want to do?" Lin Daodao smiled miserably, "I just want to see through the essence of fate, Riddle. As you seek power, I'm already in control of my destiny, whether it's Quirrell or you, or even everyone in this world. ”

"And when I'm in control, I'm the only god in this world, a true God! Riddle, that's the self, that's the truth. ”

Lin Daodao said and waved his hand to take out a bottle of purification potion and put it on the ground, then raised his head to look at the dense forest and said, "If it is according to the original fate, you will kill this little unicorn and use its blood to recover some strength." But you still failed in the end, and the Philosopher's Stone still didn't fall into your hands. ”

"I'm not going to let you kill this little one, I've changed my fate. But I also want to see in you a picture of being beyond fate, this potion can restore you a small amount of power, enough to give you the power to capture the Philosopher's Stone in your original destiny. ”

"You choose to help me!"

"No, I just want to influence fate through my own choices, Riddle, take this potion and try to make me see a picture different from fate, this is the most important value you have to me. ”

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