"Damn!"

Suddenly, the pain stopped, and Voldemort stopped tormenting.

"Pathetic mudbloods," he snorted, "you have lost your chance to follow in the footsteps of the world." ”

"I don't want to see the world destroyed." Ricardo struggled to straighten up, chin high.

Voldemort didn't say anything to him this time, waiting for him to speak.

The bet was right, Ricardo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his face was still expressionless. It was necessary for him to be taught by Voldemort, after all, this was a fragment of his memory, and with his education, learning and control would be much faster.

Anyway, he is also one of the demon kings, and this skill should not be a problem.

"Actually, I'm curious, why don't you go to Dumbledore's hypocrite for help and come and settle accounts with me." Voldemort said suddenly.

"I can only threaten you, not him." Ricardo explained briefly.

"It seems that you mudblood are not incorrigible," Voldemort listened to the distrust of Dumbledore in Ricardo's words with satisfaction, "Look at his behavior!" He even knew I was attached to Quirrell, but he still didn't care! ”

Ricardo could clearly see that Chino's body shook - but it wasn't controlled by Voldemort.

"Do you know why? He wants to use me to train that savior! Because it was difficult to kill me completely, he had to resort to the power of prophecy of fate! ”

"Even I tell you that he knows you were injured that day! But in order to kill me, he will not hesitate to sacrifice everything, even if you are a Hogwarts professor now, he will let you accept my torture! What kind of justice is he! He's just another option for Grindelwald! ”

"He's a good maintainer of order, admit it or not, he's all there," Ricardo said, no affirmation, no denial, "I don't blame him, this world, except for my parents—oh no—no one needs to be nice to me, and I don't have to blame anyone." ”

"You're an orphan?" Voldemort's concerns are somewhat peculiar.

"I'm an orphan."

“……”

Voldemort felt a little uncomfortable and hurriedly changed the subject to divert attention:

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"It seems that we have reached a consensus on the first step, you can't destroy me," Ricardo re-entered his groove after a short break, "then, we can continue to communicate." ”

"Yes, mudbloods."

Voldemort's aura turned cold again.

"I've had a basic understanding of black magic and some theoretical knowledge, and now, my mind is full of actual combat videos. That's the power of the dark arts I have. ”

"And now, what I ask you to teach is mainly the control techniques of black magic, and the principle system of black magic, and finally, if you can, give me a few magic patterns of magic spells."

"Enchanted crest?" Voldemort laughed exaggeratedly, "You think I'm going to be so kind?" ”

"You really have?"

"I'm too lazy to learn that kind of boring stuff," Voldemort dismissed, "but there are a few families who are particularly fanatical about it, and that Walley of Slytherin is their guest." ”

"Anyway, you just need to give the answers to the questions of the dark arts, as well as the black magic control techniques." Ricardo still didn't ask for that much.

"What do I get?"

"An unbreakable oath, how?"

"An unbreakable oath?" The expression on Voldemort's face was subtle, between curiosity and mockery.

"Are you sure, Mudbloods? Trade with me? An oath with the devil? He let out a sneer, "I've known since I was six years old that oaths are the most unreliable thing in the world. ”

"Of course, Tom Riddle, an unbreakable vow," Ricardo whispered, "perhaps Quilinus agrees to be our Witness." ”

"We don't want alliances, we want cooperation, don't we?"

His black eyes stared at Voldemort without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and in a trance, Voldemort seemed to see Dumbledore.

“…… Good. ”

A black gas wafted out of the back of Chino's head and onto a nearby bench. When the smoke was completely gone, the back of Chino's head was bare, and a man sat on the bench.

It's hard to say that the other person is a person - the thing has the appearance of a human child. But Ricardo had never seen anything so childlike – it had no hair and scales on its surface. Its back is bare, black-red.

Its arms and legs were thin and fragile, and its face—no other than a child's—was flat, snake-headed, and had a pair of flickering red eyes.

The little thing lifted its tiny arm, and Ricardo stepped forward just in time, and they shook each other's right hands under Chino's stunned gaze.

"You'll need a wand, Quirinus Chino." Voldemort said coldly.

He drew his wand, his face still surprised.

"You need to get closer, idiot." He said.

Chino finally relented, stepped forward, stood beside the two of them, and placed the head of his wand on each of their hands.

Ricardo spoke.

"Voldemort, will you teach me wholeheartedly as I learn to control the dark arts?"

"I do." Voldemort said.

A thin, dazzling tongue of fire erupted from the wand, like a red, hot wire, wrapped around their two hands.

"Are you willing to guarantee that I will not be deliberately harmed by you during this time?"

"I do." Voldemort said.

A second tongue of fire erupted from the wand, intertwining with the first, forming a thin, red-glowing chain.

At this point, Voldemort was a little impatient.

"And, if necessary...... If I am controlled by black magic in the objective sense......" Ricardo whispered, "will you kill me in time and send my soul away?" ”

A moment of silence. Chino stared at Ricardo, his wand dangling from their clenched hands, his eyes wide.

"I do." Voldemort said, his eyes shining with a strange light, as if he was looking at the mud in front of him again.

Chino's pale face was flushed by the light of the third tongue of fire, which erupted from his wand and intertwined with the two in front of him, tightly wrapped around their two hands, like a rope, like a fire-breathing snake.

"So, it's my turn next, Mudblood, I have only one request......"

Not far away, the boy named Harry Potter jerked his lightning scar.

……

(Little Theatre: In the Gryffindor common room, the boy named Harry Potter jerks over the lightning scar.)

"Snape must be doing something bad again!"

…… Meanwhile.

In the Potions classroom, the man named Severus Snape yawned.

"Damn, what are Pote doing!" ）