Chapter Eighty-Three: Are You ......?
Chino looked at Ricardo, who was still vigilant, and smiled weakly and gently:
"Don't be in such a hurry, I've been looking for a way to defeat him, and finally, I've found an ancient magic spell for the soul, and I can use this spell to defeat Voldemort when his soul is weak. I thought I should give it a go while he sculpted his body, but it gave me a good moment, thank you, Mr. Silva......"
"No thanks...... Depend on! β
"Spell Closed!"
A red light flashed, Ricardo listened carefully, and was accidentally hit, he took a few steps back, waved his wand, but found that he could only release a few small magic powers, and the spell he learned was really sealed by the person in front of him!
"What's going on?" Ricardo stared at Chino intently, biting his lower lip and quietly putting away his wand.
"You are naΓ―ve, Ricardo Silva," he smiled, "how can a man who has tasted supreme power be willing to give up everything he can have?" β
"You ......"
"Unexpected?" He asked softly.
Ricardo touched his temple, which was the place where Voldemort had been hit the other day, and it was also on that occasion that Voldemort escaped from him and Dumbledore.
"Not really," his voice remained calm, "I may have known that there was someone else in charge this time. β
Perhaps Dumbledore had guessed a little too, he added in his mind.
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"Okay, it's time for me to go, I really didn't expect Voldemort to be so cunning ten years later......"
Dumbledore sighed and left, he didn't see Ricardo's surprised and panicked face behind him.
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A hint of panic flashed in Chino's eyes, which turned into even greater madness: "Hahaha! So what! How could he doubt that I was a small person, that I had done all this? β
"He only cares about the so-called savior! He will only try his best to deal with Albanian idiots! He will only push one little person after another like me into the abyss in the name of justice! β
"But he didn't know that I had voluntarily let Voldemort into my brain! It was I who proposed to rob Hagrid and get the Philosopher's Stone! The driving force behind all this is me, an insignificant person, a person, and a thing that I have to sacrifice as a matter of course! β
He waved his arms vigorously and roared as if to accuse the gods of the world:
"Yes, it's me who is greedy, I want more power, but that's why I should die! If Dumbledore didn't have supreme power, he deserved to be admired by all? If Voldemort didn't have terrifying strength, why would anyone die for him? I just want to be stronger! I just want to be a high-profile existence! β
At this time, his voice became lower, as if there was a hint of crying:
"But my ability tells me that no matter how hard I struggle, how hard I try, no matter how hard I try, I can't go further on the road to being strong, and even if I learn the dark arts, I am only a little stronger in the means of the enemy. But what I want is the highest! What I want is supreme! What I want is to be recognized and respected by everyone, and that this world no longer restricts me! β
"That's why you're willing to fall?" Ricardo smiled coldly, "Then what is there to sympathize with." β
"Shut up!" Chino roared, "Do you know my despair! Seven whole years of ridicule, an endless cycle of discrimination! Being bullied and having to be resigned! β
"Do you know how hard it is to break through talent? Do you know how desperate it is when all your efforts can't escape your fate? Do you know the pain of being trampled under your feet and then trying out your new mischief spells? β
"Even if you become a Hogwarts professor, you're just teaching stupid Muggle studies! This is one of the lowest subjects at Hogwarts! I'm going to be looked down upon by all the students! He was even threatened to change his grades! In the end, it was exactly the same as the seven years of school! β
"Yes, why has the hard work of more than ten generations of people been crossed by my efforts for more than ten years, but why have I been trampled and ridiculed by them for more than ten years of hard work!"
"I want to live with dignity! Live with respect! Instead of living in endless humiliation and pain like rats in the stinking gutter! β
"But the world won't give me a way out! I can't find my way! I just wanted to go to the Albanian forest to find the Ravenclaw crown, but I got caught up in the war of the Black and White Lords! β
His voice was like a complaint, containing countless bitterness that was not for outsiders.
"Dumbledore is using me like a pawn! Voldemort treated me like a minion! From start to finish, no one ever cared how I felt β no, how ironic, the only few people who said hello to me, only three children with whom I would never be friends! β
"Tell me, why is that? Why is that?! Destiny? Destiny? Blood? I, no, !! β
There was anger in Chino's eyes, burning all his unwillingness and greed into red flames.
After a long time, the flames dissipated, and Chino took a deep breath, the anger on his face was gone, and it was all the villain's look of triumph.
"It's so comforting to have power, it's like holding the world in the palm of your hand."
He looked at Ricardo and smiled mysteriously:
"If it hadn't been for the accident, I'd have died in the game of the Black and White Lord, and I would have been a victim of the spurned by all peopleβperhaps, not worthy of being called a victim, but only - well, I think, in Muggle terms, this should be called a dragon trap. But alas, I have returned from hell with an oath to the devil! β
"I knew everything about the year, all they wanted, and, with this soul-enslaving spell, I came back into the world. Except for your inexplicable joining, everything is under my control! β
He grasped his right hand as if he were in charge of the future.
Know...... All...... Except for me......
Ricardo thought for a long time, and suddenly a cold air came out of the tailbone, penetrating the spine:
"So...... You are ......"
"Looks like you've guessed something," Chino's face was full of smugness, "that's right! Standing in front of you is the Lord who has returned from the future world, the Supreme who lives to the dead, the spokesman of the Demon God of Hell, the third generation of the Dark Lord, Quirinus Chino. β
"It's naΓ―ve to say that rebirth is so great," Ricardo found it ridiculous. β
"You know what?!" Chino's face flushed, "I'm a reborn who has been transformed by a demon god!" He is God's spokesman! Now I have half the magic of Lord Voldemort, enough to kill everyone but Dumbledore! β
"It's that spell again, isn't it?"
"Yes, that was the trick that got Voldemort out of the encirclement, made him the source of my magic, and now deprived you of the right to use spells."
"If you hadn't suddenly applied for Hogwarts, I wouldn't have used this spell in front of Voldemort to prevent variables, and I would have been suspicious of him, so I could only use half of my power for the time being."
He raised his hand and fell to his knees, as if to meet the gods.
"That's my ally! This is the ultimate in the world! With just one spell, let me play three beings in a row that are far stronger than me! β
"After I kill Dumbledore, I'll take that demon god! When the time comes, the world will crawl at my feet and his! I will be the king of the world, and I will never have to grovel again! β