Chapter 90: Fellow Travelers of the Dark?
"We're one kind. Harry Potter! β
Voldemort's voice echoed in the dead silence of the underground chamber, although his voice was old and decrepit, revealing a sense of death that was at an end of the road, but Voldemort and Grindelwald were similar, their words seemed to have some kind of magic, which could make people involuntarily choose to believe.
"Although your nose is still there, you do look a lot more pleasing to the eye."
The corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of ridicule, and Harry shook his head slightly, "Who is the same kind as you who is not a human or a ghost." β
"Phew~"
Harry spat disdainfully, "Less here to set up."
"Wouldn't it be good if I killed you, or if you killed me, to really end this prophecy?"
Harry's body gradually relaxed, and since Voldemort was not in a hurry to make a move, he was willing to put something on it.
"Haven't you been waiting for this for a long time? And now I'm right in front of you. β
"One more requisition? Don't tell me you can't cast spells without a wand in your hand, that's too bad, right? β
"If it had been before, I would have killed you without hesitation."
Voldemort's tone was still calm.
"But after leaving Albania, I understood a lot of things, such as that there are no eternal enemies and friends in the world, only eternal interests."
"You're not like the other guys, so I can forgive you for your offense."
"Oh, that's a great kindness." Harry pouted disdainfully, "Then I beg mercy Voldemort, can you lend me your head and let me put it at the grave of my parents, as a late sacrifice for ten years of not paying their respect?" β
"Are your parents that important to you?"
Hearing this, Voldemort smiled instead, "You and I are the same kind of people, and I know you better than anyone else, even if it's only the first time we've officially met."
"Are two strangers who don't appear in your life really that important to you?"
"How similar our experiences are, we haven't seen our parents since we were children, and these two strangers don't exist in our memories, ten years apart, even if they appear in front of you again, our hearts are definitely not crying excitement and joy."
"I killed my father with my own hands, and when I was sixteen, I killed the guy who abandoned me and my mother, and I killed all of them, but I didn't feel the slightest hint" Voldemort paused, "I didn't even have the joy of revenge, because I killed him only for myself, not for my mother." β
"What is there to care about those two strangers who didn't show up with you, isn't there?"
"Maybe you're looking at something wrong." Harry's face turned cold, "I'm not like you, inhuman"
"You tell me about human nature?"
"Huh?!"
Voldemort let out a short laugh, very harsh.
"You're the least likely being of all the people I've ever seen in my life, or even anything else, that has anything to do with humanity!"
"What a moving darkness! Darkness deeper than the abyss! β
"Even as I watched from afar, I was still shocked by the pure and extreme chaos evil! That darkness does not belong to the world at all! That darkness shouldn't even be mastered! β
"You think I'm crazy? Is it an inhuman guy? β
"Your wickedness is a thousand times purer than mine! 10,000 times! β
"Because of this! Because of this chaotic evil, even I am shocked! I was sure of what the prophecy said! β
"You, born with this incredible darkness, do have powers that I didn't know!"
"I thought I had reached the end of the path of black magic, to an end that no one else in the world could reach, and I thought at one time that there was no way out in front of me, but your presence broke my previous understanding."
"You will be a greater than me! A truly strong man who wields the power to rule the world! β
"But the premise is - there must be a person who stands at the top of this road to help you, you have the potential to take a step forward, but potential is potential after all, and everything is illusory before it becomes strength."
"Face your heart, Harry."
The voice of dark temptation echoed in Harry's ears.
"Those irrelevant people and things don't need to pretend that they care, there are only two of us here, you don't need to continue to disguise yourself in front of me."
"Dumbledore can't teach you anything, Grindelwald can't realize your potential, only I can help you in the world, help you gain that supreme power, a powerful power that makes people immortal!"
Voldemort's body, who raised his hands as if he was hugging something, rose up a thick black mist, and the strange lines smeared with blood under his feet seemed to be active at this moment, and the blood that should have coagulated slowly squirmed, and the speed at which he extracted the black mist sped up slightly.
"Oh, really?"
Harry's indifferent answer showed no emotional fluctuations, and such an indifferent display only confirmed Voldemort's suspicions.
Harry was like him, born to tread the path of darkness, and was bound to conquer the darkness and rise to the top.
"You're a lonely ghost with a patchwork of shapes, and you deserve to tell me what immortality you say?"
"Learn how you hid in the Albanian forest for ten years?"
"This kind of immortality is indeed very powerful."
These words seemed to sting someone's heart, but Voldemort, who was still holding up a reluctant smile, waved his hand pretending not to care.
"But I'm still alive, aren't I? I was able to live longer than anyone else, and in a long and endless time, this short moment of time was not worth mentioning. β
"It's true that I haven't recovered my full body yet, but that doesn't mean I can't do it, but that I don't want to make an inferior body."
"Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror, right, I needed it, even though I knew it was bait from the old fox, but I still came, that guy knows a lot about what a person is afraid of, what he desires, he told me this when I first met him, and he taught me that as long as you have power, you can make anyone do even what he doesn't want to do."
"I needed a perfect body, not a cobbled together body."
"He should have wanted you to deal with me, but he probably didn't expect that I wasn't as weak as he thought I was."
"I robbed that fool of Quirrell of his life force and magic, and with this rare replenishment, I was able to get out of my weakened ghost form, and even regained a little of my ability to cast spells, and I returned to England, and I knew that only by going there could I be able to come back completely."
"But as I said before, there are no eternal enemies and friends in the world, only eternal interests, and I was a little disappointed, but I quickly regained control of them, because I have the power to make them do what I want, even if they don't want to."
"It doesn't really matter, I think what matters is that when Dumbledore mislooked at me, he misjudged you even more!"
"He would never have imagined that you are not at all what he expected, a naΓ―ve and reckless fool, a fool who can be manipulated by him at will, and the dark power precipitated in your heart is amazing and terrifying."
"You're going to go down the same path as me, and you, who are my kind, will sooner or later discover the old thing's unmuttered plot, and he wants you to be a hero, right, the boy who never dies, the savior of England, and the only guy who has defeated the mystery man."
"Come to think of it, if Dumbledore is such a great man, then why did he mention it at the beginning of the school year?"
"The devil's net that appeared in the first-grade textbook, the game-like key grabbing, the stone statue guard that seems to be incomprehensible but can be defeated with just your brain, of course, the Dementor is beyond my expectations, although Grindelwald is not the same as us, but as a dark wizard, he may have any crazy thoughts in his head, dark wizard, this is normal."
"This is a brave adventure designed for you, what did you think when you knew I was going to come to Hogwarts to let a young wizard like you come to meet me?"
The underground chamber was silent, and Voldemort waited for Harry's thoughts, believing that it would take a little time for a child to digest them.
After a few moments, Harry's voice rang out for the first time in a long time.
"It's really interesting."
Harry looked at Voldemort, "Maybe we're on the same page." β
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Two more chapters!
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