The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"Kino Quilinas, and Voldemort."

Ricardo stepped into the office of another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and said bluntly.

Kino's expression changed instantly. He turned around and took off the big scarf.

The unjustly accused face appeared in front of Ricardo with a ferocious smile.

"Ricardo Silva," he whispered.

"To be honest, seeing you like this, I really want to fire you from the position of Demon King for Lord Grindelwald." Ricardo's disgusted expression was not concealed.

The temperature in the room cooled down, and the red eyes were filled with murderous intent, showing that the master's emotions were on the verge of losing control.

"You shouldn't anger me..."

"Oh, you have plotted against me like this, and you still want to talk to me about irritation or not?" Ricardo snarled, "I'm here to make a deal!"

"I knew you would come..."

"Don't be such a jerk," Ricardo interrupted. "You gave me actual combat memory but not study memory. Isn't that just to force me to find you?"

Yes, the black magic memories given by Voldemort were his many years of killing history and his many years of experience in using black magic, but the relevant knowledge system was missing.

There is a saying in the Quran: If the mountain cannot be reached, I will go over it.Regardless of whether Ricardo chooses to use black magic or not, he must first control the thought of using black magic.To do this, he must know the underlying principles.

As for why not look for it in the forbidden book area?Why not try it in front of the original owner first?There are too many unique skills of Voldemort in this memory, such as the strange way of holding the wand for the Death Curse. It is probably feasible to learn from him first.

"Do you think you are too important?" Voldemort found it funny, "Who gave you the courage to negotiate terms with me?"

"If I'm not mistaken," Ricardo reasoned with Voldemort's thoughts slowly and without any rush, "you have been murderous since I threatened you. In the Leaky Cauldron, you saw me protecting the Savior. So while robbing Gringotts, he released the fire dragon in an attempt to kill me."

"But it failed, so you tried to ambush in Hogsmeade Village. However, I never left Hogwarts."

"It wasn't until I interfered with your bullying of Neville that you thought of a way. So when I wanted to attack you on the court, you followed the magic track and invaded my brain, giving me dark memories and making me suffer from it. Fallen and died.”

"You don't seem to be afraid that after I learn black magic, my ability will be higher than yours, so it is possible that you used some secret method to control me after I fall."

"Pah, pah, pah," Voldemort clapped his hands, "It's a good idea, but what does this have to do with your negotiation with me?"

"Just to verify it. I think, I really don't know whether you were possessed by intelligence or just born like this, sending such an important thing into my hands," Ricardo sneered, "Do you think that if you give me the dark memory, I will do it?" Will he go crazy? And then be controlled by you?"

"The Dark Lord is so stupid, it really embarrasses His Excellency Grindelwald."

Looking at the wand raised by Voldemort, Ricardo also raised his right hand, pointed an index finger on his forehead, then moved it back, and pulled out a silver thread of memory from his mind.

"Indeed, your dark memories are scattered into my consciousness and cannot be sealed at all." He paced in the office, ignoring Voldemort who was still wondering, "But if you really push me, I will dump all the memories." Give it to Principal Dumbledore. Can he study the tactics against you? Can he deduce the capabilities of your stronghold?"

"But you don't dare," Voldemort pointed out. "If you retrieve all your memories at once, Dumbledore will control everything about you. At the same time, if you retrieve so many memories, you will go crazy."

"That was also forced by you, Tom Riddle..." Ricardo's tone also became unreal, with disguised resentment.

"What did you call me?!" Voldemort's eyes suddenly opened wide!

"Tom Riddle, the holder of the school's Special Contribution Award." He stopped and glanced at Voldemort, then continued pacing in the office, "In the past 50 years, you have been the only Slytherin to win this trophy, plus you have won the award in the past few decades. It’s famous and it’s not difficult to connect and find it.”

"Yeah, I used to be Tom Riddle."

Voldemort laughed and wrote three shining words in the air:

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"But now, I am Voldemort, the Dark Lord who flies over death!"

He waved his wand again, and the letters in the air rearranged themselves and became:

I am Voldemort.

"I've been using this name since I was at Hogwarts," he whispered. "See? This is my future!"

"You are stupid enough to be called the Dark Lord?" Ricardo said disdainfully, "Do you know what a bad move you made?"

"At least, as stupid as I am, I can find your trump card in it."

At this moment, he stopped and looked fearlessly into Voldemort's red eyes:

"The secret of your rebirth, your soul, your weapon."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Severe pain started from his skin and spread to his internal organs. It was as if an electric current passed through his body. At first it was just a little numb, and then it was like being stabbed by needles all over his body, reaching his bones.He wanted to struggle, but every movement would bring more intense pain, making him unable to survive or die!

But he didn't cry out. Instead, he looked at the spell caster with wide eyes and laughed:

"Are you scared? Come on! What kind of Cruciatus is used to cut out the bones? Come on, Avada Kedavra! The bone of my father, the flesh of my servant, the blood of my enemy! The soul is out of body! The Shen Feng Wuying that the lackey gave to you is also a good one. Destination! What’s so scary about torture! Kill! Control! Do you dare to bet that I don’t have any back-ups?”

"All petrified!" "Tarantella dance!"

There was something invisible restraining him. All his senses were still functioning, but his body could not move.Then, a sense of oppression came from his limbs, seeming to control his involuntary movements, but they were all restricted by petrification.He seems to be turning the gangster into a pillar, struggling desperately for life, but he will never be able to get rid of it!

"That's it? Tom Riddle! Are you so incompetent that you can use this kind of prank magic? Hahaha! Neither are you! You don't dare to kill me! You don't dare to take this as a bet! I said I'm here to negotiate, I’m not here to be a dog! You have no right to change this!”

"Simulated murder!"

A black curse rushed towards Flot and penetrated into his skin. An excruciating pain exploded in his chest, as if a knife had cut open his flesh, revealing the creamy yellow fat and bright red muscles. , pick out the sinewed ribs, dig out his heart, and smash all the organs in his body!

"Just thinking about it makes me laugh! Voldemort, is this the first time you want to destroy someone from your heart? In the end, your own weakness is exposed! Hahahaha!!! You are about to do the right thing, I have never been so crazy. ! But, if you really push me to a point, I will be buried with you when I die! With a Dark Lord as a burial gift, my death is worth it!!!"

"V, ground, devil!!!"

"Do you dare to bet with me!!!!!!"