In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 545. Chapter 543.
"The so-called emotion that drives magic, as long as the power it can achieve is sufficient, what does it matter if it's positive or negative?"

Voldemort's voice rose.

He seems to have his own set of beliefs and has never been troubled by Dumbledore's words of love.

Especially after the fusion of two souls.

Up to now, after hearing Jon's question, he still wants to instill his own principles on Jon.

"You are completely brainwashed by Dumbledore's set of remarks, Jon Green! Love? I never deny the existence of this thing, but will humans really fall in love with a dog? Especially this dog has never Don’t please you, beg for food by wagging your tail, and even think that you are born to be equal to you?”

"You said that non-pure blood wizards can't call people?"

"You should know who I am referring to by [dog] here." Voldemort stared condescendingly into Jon's eyes, "Maybe there is not such a big gap between wizards, but everyone knows that Muggles They are completely two species with wizards, and the difference between the two is even worse than the difference between humans and dogs! So how do humans deal with such a gap?"

He answered his own question.

"Domestication, domesticate these creatures into loyal pets, let them engrave the nature of obedience in their bones, the master is the master, the pet is the pet, as a wizard, you must be superior, and as a strong wizard, you must become the leader of all wizards. King of men!"

He looked at Jon contemptuously with those extremely indifferent eyes.

"So can you understand why I suppressed those mudbloods?"

Jon looked into those eyes without fear.

"In your eyes, this is a group of dogs that dreamed of becoming humans and have actually achieved it."

"Hahahahaha!"

Voldemort smiled arrogantly, as if he was extremely excited about Jon's answer!
"What are people doing? They first hunt down ferocious beasts and then imprison them, and they first tame and then eat docile animals. Look at them, when facing creatures of different species than themselves, they even mentioned equality. Have you mentioned fraternity, have you mentioned fairness? This world is supposed to be about the weak and the strong! The capable will be promoted, the mediocre will be given up, the mediocre will be demoted, and the inferior will be eliminated. This is the ideal! The so-called fairness is just a cover-up used by the superiors. It's just my own special whitewash!"

"But there are always some people who will naively treat these hypocritical lies as the truth, just like Albus Dumbledore, how did his sister go crazy? Doesn't he know it himself? Doesn't he Is it painful? But he is still willing to protect those Muggles and Mudbloods for this lie, is this selfless or stupid?"

Step by step Voldemort rose into the sky, just like the sound of his words.

"Human history has gone through the era of nobles and commoners for thousands of years. There is no difference between them. They can all produce such a huge class. For wizards who control magic, and magic is divided into strong and weak What do you think?"

"Being superior to inferiors, this is how it should be. I am just tearing apart those hypocritical morals. Most of you are against me, but it is actually just because you are on the weak side. Just like when we were in Hogwarts before It's the same as what we talked about in the castle, Jon, if the pure-blood superiority argument turns around and turns into a hemp superiority argument, how many of your like-minded partners will change from the current victims to a new tormentor? By?"

Jon finished listening to his speech, and at this time, Voldemort was already floating at the highest point of the black mist.

He looked down from a high position, and the Death Eaters on the ground who were confronting each other more and more tensely burst into cheers after listening to his speech.

Perhaps some of Voldemort's words tore off the fig leaf of some pure blood, but he can reasonably explain why all the vested interests in Britain can enjoy these benefits in this way, which is enough to make the Death Eaters present They cheered.

No matter whether Jon believed Voldemort's words or not, they really listened to them!

Jon looked at Voldemort and knew that he said these words not because he had any ulterior motives, but because he felt it from the bottom of his heart.

The purebloods were cheering, and Voldemort was looking up at him, wanting to see how Jon would refute his remarks.

But Jon had no intention of arguing with him or discussing what kind of society this world should be.

These people are now immersed in their own world, thinking that indulgence is the right thing, and that restraint is hypocrisy. Even if Jon can talk extravagantly, it will not shake them at all, it is just a waste of time.

He just slowly held the magic wand that Dumbledore gave him to inherit, which originated from [Death], in front of him.

This is not like a normal spell-casting action at all, because the tip of the stick is not pointed at anyone at all, and such a gesture cannot be used to swing the stick normally.

But after seeing this scene, a strange feeling came to Voldemort's heart. He looked at Jon holding the wand horizontally, as if he was preparing to eat this ancient heritage relic!
“The most difficult thing in the world is to convince someone whose ideas are completely different from your own.”

Jon's voice sounded. His voice was very soft, as if he was simply saying something, but the actual words he said were an iron-clad declaration of war!

"But in fact, there are some words. I think the same as you. The bottom-level solution to problems in this world is really only an intuitive way like the jungle. You can talk to anyone at any time for those principles. Say, but now, what I want to say is, Tom Riddle, are you ready?"

At the same time as his voice fell, that quaint old wand suddenly became dry!

As if all the magic power contained in it was sucked away by something in an instant, the elderberry that stored the most powerful magic wand in the world turned into a weak and weak dead branch!
And a light gray flame has risen from Jon's body, which is a dead power, mixed with an aura that makes Voldemort feel extremely disgusted, but extremely familiar!
Jon carefully put away the dead branch that had completely lost its name as the Deathly Hallows. He looked at Voldemort and stretched out his right hand.

"I have always thought that Professor Dumbledore's way of disciplining students is sometimes too gentle."

　Hohohoho!The condition is good, it is really cool to write something with a different mind, the ending part is more than I expected

　　
　
(End of this chapter)