Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 42 The Mysterious Eye and the Ring

"Damn it, it's Dumbledore and Snape."

In the shadow where you can't see your fingers, Quirrell's eyes revealed infinite hatred.

With those two present, he was doomed not to get the Philosopher's Stone tonight.

"Let's go back"

Sharing through Quirrell's perspective, Voldemort's heart darkened.

But he has survived for so many years, and a temporary setback is nothing to him, just put away his fangs and endure for a while.

"Yes, Master."

With a respectful reply in his heart, Quirrell wrapped himself in a cloak and left quietly.

Walking through the corridor and down the stairs, avoiding the patrolling professors, he returned to his office very smoothly.

But at this moment, the accident happened!
"Om."

The space began to distort little by little, and everything became an extremely irregular shape.

Quirrell was taken aback, and subconsciously pulled out his wand. Voldemort also felt bad, and opened his eyes alertly.

What's the situation now?
"Calm down, Quirinus, and relax."

After all, he was the one who had done harm, Voldemort quickly forced himself to calm down, and began to try to take over the body.

Although this was different from what he had planned, but it was an emergency and he couldn't take care of that much anymore!
Quirrell only felt dizzy for a while, and then completely lost consciousness.Voldemort, who temporarily gained control of his body, tightly grasped the wand that was not suitable for him, moved his feet and slowly backed away.

"It's not Dumbledore, who the hell is that old bastard who doesn't have such power?"

With 1 unanswerable questions in his mind, he cautiously retreated to the door.

It's a pity that a powerful and unparalleled magic power blocked this place.

"boom!"

The space shattered like a mirror, and endless darkness struck.

Voldemort finally panicked!
"No!"

It felt like being struck by lightning while walking in the garden, and he wasn't prepared for it.

who is it!

Who is plotting against the great Dark Lord!

"The emperor of emperors, the king of kings."

There were whispers in his ears, which did not belong to any language Voldemort knew, but strangely, he was able to understand the meaning perfectly.

"Who? Who's there!"

Voldemort raised his wand in demonstration, his flat face was full of sternness.

"Dark Lord, rule over everything."

This time, the whispers became clearer.

"Insects pretending to be fools, die!"

Raising his wand, Voldemort roared like a snake, his eyes glowing green.

Avada Kedavra!
"Great will, supreme."

But Voldemort's death curse didn't seem to have any effect, and the whisper sounded for the third time.

At the same time, a pair of eyes slowly opened in the endless darkness!
Voldemort's breath caught.

what a scene
The huge lidless eyes made of flame and light seem to stare at everything in the world.

With just one glance, he couldn't help but kneel down and worship!
"how so."

With bitterness in his mouth, Voldemort doubted his own strength for the first time.

Horcrux?magic?believer?

It looked so ridiculous in front of this eye.

but.
Why is such a person, or rather, why is there no record of such a terrifying existence in the book?
This is not reasonable!

Huge eyes ignore everything.

He was in a trance for a while, and entered a strange world.

Wind, thunder, rain, snow.

Endless lightning and floods engulfed everything, and Voldemort's soul was torn apart by the mighty force of nature like a lonely boat.

I don't know how long this process lasted, it may have been a second, or it may have passed thousands of years.

Under the great pain, he went from screaming to numbness, and for a while gave up thinking.

In the end, darkness swallowed everything.

Or rather, everything turned dark.

Merging with the darkness, the curled up Voldemort suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

Omnipresent, omnipotent!

"This is the trial of fate."

He muttered to himself, and slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for an unknown amount of time.

In front of his eyes, there was a small, humble existence floating.

a little familiar
"That's right."

Voldemort laughed.

He is the Lord of Darkness.

He is the great will.

The king of kings, the emperor of emperors.

It was fate that chose him.

It is the chosen one and the only one!

"Om."

As if responding to his perception, the endless darkness surged like a tide.

Like celebrating.

Celebrate the birth of the true master of darkness!

The golden light appeared out of thin air, turning into a giant snake with a tail, covering the sky and the sun.

He, Voldemort, finally perfectly implemented the will of his ancestor Salazar Slytherin.

Do not.
He is greater than his ancestors.

He is immortal!

"My will will definitely override everything else."

Stretch out your hand and hold it empty, covering the sky with only your palm.

Voldemort whispered in a low voice, and the Ouroboros serpent transformed by the light solidified and shrunk little by little.

In the end, it turned into a quaint ring.

On the smooth, bright and recognizable ring surface, the flame-like chiseled gold inscription is quietly burning.

Hogwarts, second floor, women's bathroom.

"Ah."

Klein opened his eyes with a relaxed expression on his face.

To be honest, it was easier than he imagined.

"This ambition will become your poison. The stronger your desire for power, the more deadly this poison will be."

Hallucinatory manipulation, psychological suggestion, and a little bit of damnation and branding of enslavement.
Klein thought he had always been a reasonable person.

If Voldemort hadn't ruined his masquerade, he would never have given the "little precept".

In order to avoid similar situations from happening in the future, it is necessary to put a bridle on the old snake.

"Right, I almost forgot."

Thinking of the ring transformed by Voldemort's will in the illusion, Klein blinked and took out a gold coin from his trouser pocket.Walking to the washbasin, he drew a simple alchemy circle with the remaining water stains, and he put the gold coins in the middle.

With a flash of light, the gold coin disappeared, and a pure gold ring lay quietly on the washstand.

"Well, how to enchant it."

The shape is easy to replicate, but the magic in it takes a bit of thought.

Klein stroked his smooth chin with great interest, and suddenly showed a smirk.

"Soul Weakness" "Magic Power Enhancement"

As soon as he raised his hand, he attached a curse and protection to the ring.

This is not over yet, in addition to these, Klein also spent some time to apply a special magic to this ring: Any unclean existence will have irresistible greed when they see this ring, and they will have a complete soul. The person casting the spell is ineffective.

"I hope you like my gift."

After revenge, Klein would not be angry with Voldemort anymore.

He popped out a wisp of fierce fire to deal with the giant monster, he smiled slightly, and gradually disappeared.

He couldn't wait to see Voldemort's expression when he woke up from the illusion and found that he really had a ring in his hand.

It must be very interesting~
(End of this chapter)