"Chino Quilinus, and, Voldemort."

Ricardo stepped into the office of another Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and said bluntly.

Chino's face changed instantly, and he turned around and took off his large scarf.

The face of the unjust case appeared in front of Ricardo with a hideous smile.

"Ricardo Silva." He whispered.

"Seriously, looking at you like this, I really want to fire you as the Demon King for Lord Grindelwald." Ricardo's look of disgust was undisguised.

The temperature in the room cooled, and the red eyes showed murderous intent, indicating that his lord's emotions were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

"You shouldn't provoke my ......"

"Heh, you calculate me like this, and you still talk to me about irritation or not?" Ricardo snapped, "I'm here to make a deal!" ”

"I knew you'd be coming......"

"Don't give me a crooked twitter, no nose and face," Ricardo interrupted him, "You give me actual combat memories instead of learning memories, aren't you just trying to force me to find you?" ”

That's right, the dark magic memories given by Voldemort are all his years of killing history, his years of experience in using dark magic, but there is a lack of relevant knowledge system.

There is a saying in the Qur'an: If the mountain does not come, I will pass. Whether or not Ricardo chooses to use the Dark Arts, he first has to control the idea of using the Dark Arts. To do this, he must know the relevant rationale basis.

As for why don't you look for it in the forbidden book area? Wouldn't it be better to try it in front of the original owner first? There are too many tricks unique to Voldemort in this memory, such as the strange cane technique of the Death Curse, and it is probably possible to learn from him first.

"Are you thinking too much of yourself?" Voldemort was amused, "Who gave you the courage to negotiate terms with me?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken," Ricardo reasoned slowly from the Falling Devil's train of thought, not in a hurry, "you've been murderous since I threatened you. At the Leaky Cauldron, you see me protecting the Savior, so you rob Gringotts and release a fire dragon to kill me. ”

"But it failed, and you tried to ambush Hogsmeade, but I never came out of Hogwarts."

"It wasn't until I interfered with your bullying Neville that you figured out a way, so on the pitch when I wanted to attack you, you followed the path of magic and invaded my brain, giving me dark memories and leaving me haunted by this and dying in the fall."

"You don't seem to be afraid that after I learn the dark arts, my abilities will be higher than yours, so it's possible that you used some secret method in it that could control me after I fell."

"Smack, smack, slap," Voldemort clapped, "Nice idea, but what does this have to do with you negotiating with me?" ”

"Just verify. I don't know, I don't know if you were downgraded or if you were born to do this, and sent such an important thing to me," Ricardo sneered, "Do you think that if you give me the dark memory, I will go crazy?" And then controlled by you? ”

"The Dark Lord is so stupid that he really disgraces Lord Grindelwald."

Looking at Voldemort's raised wand, Ricardo also raised his right hand, an index finger pointed at the door of his head, and then moved back, and a memory filament was pulled out of his mind.

"Indeed, your dark memories are scattered in my consciousness and cannot be sealed," he paced in the office, ignoring the still strange Voldemort, "but if you really want to push me and pour all my memories to Headmaster Dumbledore, can he study tactics against you?" Is it possible to infer the capabilities of your stronghold? ”

"But you wouldn't dare," Voldemort pointed out, "and if you extract all the memories at once, Dumbledore will control everything, and at the same time, you will go crazy if you extract so many memories." ”

"That's what you forced too, Tom Riddle......" Ricardo's tone also became illusory, with a disguised resentment.

"What do you call me?!" Voldemort's eyes widened!

"Tom Riddle, the owner of the Special Contribution Award for the School," he paused to look at Voldemort and continued pacing the office, "For fifty years, you have been the only Slytherin to receive this trophy, and with your prestige from the previous decades, it is not difficult to connect and find it. ”

"yes, I used to be Tom Riddle."

Voldemort laughed and wrote three glittering words in the air:

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"But now, I'm Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord who flew over death!"

He waved his wand again, and the letters in the air rearranged and became:

I'm Voldemort.

"I was already using that name when I was at Hogwarts," he whispered, "Got it?" This is my future! ”

"Stupid as you are, worthy of being called the Dark Lord?" Ricardo said disdainfully, "Do you know what a stinky move you made?" ”

"At least, as dull as I am, I have also found your hole cards in it."

Then he stopped, and looked fearlessly at Voldemort's red eyes:

"Your secret of rebirth, soul, instrument."

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The pain was intense from his skin and to his internal organs, as if an electric current was passing through his body, first just a little numb, and then like being pricked by a needle all over his body, to his bones. He wanted to struggle, but every movement would bring more intense pain, making him unable to survive or die!

But instead of screaming, he stared at the spellcaster with wide eyes, and laughed:

"Scared, aren't you? Come on! What kind of drill is used to cut bones? Come, Avada Suo! Father's bones, servants' flesh, enemy blood! Out of body! The blade that the lackey dedicated to you is also a good home! What is there to be afraid of torture! Kill! Take control! Can you bet I don't have a backhand! ”

"It's all petrified!" "Tarangtella Dance!"

Something intangible restrained him, all his senses were still working, but his body couldn't move. Then, a sense of oppression came from his limbs, which seemed to control his involuntary movements, but was all petrified. He seems to want the gangsters to pour a pillar into a pillar, desperately struggling for life, but he can't get rid of it forever!

"That's it? Tom Riddle! Are you poor enough to use this kind of prank magic? Hahaha! Neither are you! You don't dare to kill me! You don't dare to take this as a bet! I said I'm here to negotiate, not to be a dog! You don't have the right to change that! ”

"Simulated torture!"

A black spell rushed towards Flotte, slamming into his skin, and his chest exploded with a sensation of extreme pain, like a knife cutting through his flesh, pulling out the milky fat and bright red muscles, cutting out the ribs that were tangled in veins, digging out his heart, and shattering every organ in his body!

"Just thinking about it makes me laugh! Voldemort, you're trying to destroy someone from the inside for the first time, right? As a result, I shook out my weaknesses! Hahahaha!! You're almost right, I've never been so crazy! However, if you really force Lao Tzu to be anxious, Lao Tzu will be buried with you when he dies! There is a Dark Lord as a burial object, and Lao Tzu's death is worth it!! ”

"Volt, Earth, Demon !!"

"Do you dare to bet with Lao Tzu!!!!!