In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 415 413. You can try it now
Having heard this, if Jon can't figure it out, then there is a real problem.

All the speculations he had made about Voldemort possessing Draco before, in fact, there was not much reasoning at all, and it was more based on a feeling.

The kind of intuition that has saved Jon many times in battle and made Grindelwald praise his talent for prophecy.

Voldemort's plans for this match went deeper than anyone could have imagined, and they used some unknown information that Jon and Dumbledore would never have guessed.

For example, although they guessed from the very beginning that holding this Triwizard Tournament might have something to do with him recovering his soul that was split because Jon tore up the contract, so as to restore his strength, they never thought that Voldemort actually planned to use another way to achieve the purpose.

There is also the castle itself, precisely because they couldn't guess what kind of means Voldemort had, before he said it himself, even if Jon and Dumbledore were thinking about it, they would never have imagined that he had made so many preparations in the castle , In fact, they want to eat this ancient castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But when these things have become public and the clues have become coherent, all the trajectories have become obvious.

"Using normal means, you can't eat the consciousness of this castle."

Jon gripped the hilt of the Gryffindor sword.

"The room of secrets, the headmaster's room, and the Slytherin lounge. You have tried all these arrangements, but you couldn't do it, so you thought of another way. Let someone who can be recognized by this castle come over, first He will inherit the castle, get the recognition of the castle's own consciousness, and then use his identity to completely obtain the consciousness of the castle."

Voldemort turned his head to look at the Triwizard Cup.

"So, you should have already guessed what kind of ending you will face today? Jon Green, you should be grateful for the portrait of Salazar Slytherin that you brought out from the North Pole. I am what I am today because of the ancient magic he taught me about how to reintegrate Horcruxes. It is also because of these that I have studied more about the magic of the soul!"

He retracted his gaze again and looked at Jon.

"Afterwards, the script I arranged was very simple. You get the Triwizard Cup and get this castle. I will kill you and become you. In the future, you will be stronger, smarter, and more respectable than you. Jon ·Live on as Green! There are many ways to gain power in this world, since the path of uniting the pure-bloods is different, it’s a big deal to change the route.”

His smile is so chilling.

"Many people know very well that I actually don't care about the so-called pure-blood mixed-blood mudbloods. As long as I can become the master and the master of everyone, isn't it the same who leads me? After that, everything will go well. I will be the first successor after Dumbledore, and even because of my outstanding performance in defeating Voldemort and attacking Britain later, Dumbledore will lament his old age and let me take the position ahead of time. I will have With such a young and vigorous body, everyone is loyal to me from the bottom of their hearts. I will become the new master of the United Kingdom, and things will be easier after that. The assholes have been so oppressed. One moment, they will explode with even stronger hatred and desire."

"Liquidation! I will lead them to liquidate the pure blood throughout Europe and the whole world! Even with their help, it will be easier for me to control the Muggle world, what a wonderful future, you will not leave, Jon , I will help you, let your name be recorded in the annals of history forever, and everyone will never forget the title of Lord of the World!"

There was a trembling horror in his words.

But the beating flames in Jon's eyes did not reveal the slightest fear.

"So now there are two you in this world."

"Since that idiot wants the original body so much, what's wrong with letting him give me the last bit of residual value as a target of my new identity?"

Voldemort smiled contemptuously.

"He looked at me calling the wind and rain outside and thought he could do everything I could do, but now he only focuses on the immediate interests, and he is impatient when he sees that France is about to be completely occupied by Dumbledore. I did it on purpose Yes, the result of this match was destined to be Dumbledore's victory from the very beginning, so the French and Hogwarts castles that were cut out will bring him a huge loss, and it will also be the beginning of a new life for me. See , not only you, even the other me, you are all under my control."

"I'm the one answering you. Now, I have one last question. I wonder if you can answer me, Mr. Riddle."

Jon looked into the eyes that should belong to Draco.

"Two people won't appear in this world for no reason. Who are you? Is it from a Horcrux? Is it your own split soul? Or have you been lying all this time?"

There was a rare silence in the air for a while.

Afterwards, Voldemort laughed!
He was obviously not putting on airs, nor was he laughing at Jon, but an inexplicable emotion, joy, and joyful smile.

"Let's keep this mystery. There's no need to discuss it, Jon. I know what you're wondering. You're thinking that I'm deliberately using those words to lure you. In fact, I'm not me at all, and Riddle It's not Riddle, who in the world would scold him for being a fool, how could he calculate himself to death, right?"

His smile didn't hold back, but his gaze became stern again.

On the side of the library, the window that was blown open when Jon escaped was blowing in the cold wind, blowing the hem of his and Voldemort's robes.

Not getting the answer that has been bothering him for a long time, Jon was not so discouraged and depressed.

He could see that Voldemort had already shown off all his plans, and he lost the idea of ​​continuing this topic, but was ready to start reaping the rich fruit he had planned for a long time.

Jon moved his ten fingers holding the sword and wand respectively, and those golden eyes radiated a thrilling light in the dark library.

"Aside from your personality, I admire your wisdom, Mr. Riddle, but if you really want to get my body and name, then I think you can try it now."

　Bad habit, what a bad habit, once I set a time for myself, I like to press down and finish writing. After today, I will try my best to post as early as possible, so as not to delay it until it is too late.

　
(End of this chapter)