HP - the time the ring is still

The furniture, everything is empty, he sneered self-deprecatingly, "From existence to nothing!"

"Is that guy settled?" Kleist nestled on the sofa by the fireplace, carefully wiping his wand, his face still pulled.

"Bring him to the tower of the North Tower, don't worry! I will take care of him." Christopher Cooper sat beside Kleist, looked at the flames in the fireplace, and said softly with a smile.

Kleist put down his wand, looked at Christopher's side face, and suddenly felt distressed, "Don't bear too much, the future has a long way to go, and no one can guess what will happen in the future."

"But isn't it good to plan early? You know that none of us is really chasing power, and we don't have the mind to play tricks. In the end, we just want to create a stable, loose, and unfettered living environment for ourselves. If we want to keep it, Then someone has to go to the front for us, and Voldemort is a good candidate. He is immortal, power-hungry, and manipulative, and he's a perfect target. He's a mad dog, and we can keep him on a leash, whether he wants to or not, his Life and death are already in our hands, and the power in our hands is like a tempting cake that guides him to move forward. Of course, on the other hand, it is not easy for us to have what we are today, and a failure that once stood at a high place They can inspire us a lot.”

"So, are you going to find a potential threat to remind us at all times?"

"Where there is light, there is darkness. The world needs balance. We can't be too strong. We need someone to remind us of the consequences of failure."

Kleist chuckled: "Lacroven, it's great. Seriously, it would be great if you married Lan Ruisa, and I will put your child on the throne."

Christopher Cooper laughed: "Come on! I'm not that capable!"

Before the chat between the two was over, Ranrisa Bulstrode, Ella Smith, and Lily Evans walked in. Seeing that they were in a good mood, Ella Smith joked: "What are you talking about, so happy !"

Christopher Cooper was afraid that Kleist would tell the truth and hurriedly said: "It's just small talk, mainly Mr. Earthworm."

"That uncle! Why are we keeping him? He looks like he's going to die, and looks like we owe him money!"

Lily Evans thought it was funny: "Everyone is like that, can you still laugh? Wouldn't you be unhappy if you lost the fight with Liz Abbey!"

"Cut!" Anyway, Ira Smith was very displeased with Voldemort who was above pure blood, especially that crazy person who had to live on their island.

Lan Ruisha Bulstrode talked about the business, "Those guys have been thrown into the dungeon. It seems that the design of the dungeon was very wise, but there are fewer buildings and it is a bit crowded!"

Lily Evans smiled and said, "Forget it, the dungeon is better empty than full."

"Right!"

"Let's rest first! It's been a busy night."

After all, the few people dispersed and returned to their residences to rest.

In the middle of the afternoon, Christopher Cooper was awakened by a knock on the door while he was still asleep. He seldom slept in late, mainly because last night was too much magic. He wanted to rest for a while. It seemed that someone didn't want him to be lazy.

"What's wrong?" Christopher Cooper opened the door and looked at his companion lazily.

Peter Peruni pointed to it and said, "When we were patrolling, we found that guy lying at the gate of the castle, so we brought him back. Now it's in the hall, you want to see it!"

"Hey!" Christopher Cooper sighed, "Got it, I'll be right there."

Voldemort was sitting in the empty hall. It was arranged like a restaurant, with tables and chairs of the same size neatly arranged. The environment was very elegant. It was very different from the Hogwarts restaurant. It was brighter and more comfortable, but At this time, Voldemort didn't have the heart to think about it. He stroked his neck. Ever since he saw the rune spell around his neck in the mirror in the bedroom, he was about to go crazy.He, Voldemort, would be put in a circle around his neck like an animal, which made him so angry that he rushed out like crazy.

But he doesn't have any magic power now. In this huge castle, he wandered around for a long time without seeing a single person. He finally touched the gate of the city wall. As a result, the moment he was about to step out, the magic spell on his neck began. He was so hot and so painful that he couldn't breathe. The more he wanted to get closer to the door, the more uncomfortable he was. When his hand was about to touch the door, he gave up because his face was already purple. If he didn't give up , he may be dying.After all, Voldemort was still reluctant to die, so he gave up, lying at the gate of the castle, and was picked up by the patrolling group of four.

"What did you do to me?" Voldemort was already calm, he looked at the young man who walked in front of him, and asked in a very calm tone.When you are unable to resist and want to survive, the most basic thing is to know the current affairs.

Christopher Cooper knocked on the table, and two plates of food appeared on the table, "Let's eat first, and I'll take you around here when we get back, after all, this will be where you will live in the future." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and started eating.

Voldemort lowered his eyes, said nothing, but began to eat.

"What do you think is this place?" After the meal, Christopher Cooper walked Voldemort inside the castle and introduced the facilities and specifics of the castle to him.

"Your manor!" Voldemort replied with some hesitation, because he knew that this place did not look simple, and a simple residence would not be built like this.Just a dozen of them, there is no need to build the entire island, but it seems to be used by others.

"Well, it's about the same." Christopher Cooper smiled, and led Voldemort towards the small square in front of the castle. There was a bronze sculpture of a warrior riding a horse, which was a bit like the sculpture in Hogwarts.After walking through the square, he continued: "Do you know why you are here today?"

"Because I failed!"

"Why did you fail?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, but you are better than me, winners and losers, that's all!"

"Oh!" Christopher Cooper smiled helplessly, "You still don't understand that your failure was not caused by us, but by yourself."

"How could I allow myself to fail? How could I allow myself to fail!" Voldemort's pupils turned bright red, and his tone became agitated, with restrained anger.

Christopher Cooper stopped and looked directly at Voldemort quietly, with teasing and contempt in his brown eyes, and a mocking smile on his mouth.Voldemort noticed the obvious change in Christopher Cooper, and the undisguised contempt made him even angrier, but he suppressed the resentment, and asked through gritted teeth, "What do you mean?"

Christopher Cooper leaned close to Voldemort, and whispered in his ear: "You are very angry, right? You want to tear me apart and destroy everything here, don't you! Don't you realize? You can't control your temper and everything Negative emotions, you are suspicious, jealous, tyrannical, and you don’t feel joy, happiness and happiness.” He pointed at the open space with his wand and shouted: “Guardian Guardian!” A silver-white mink quickly Wrap around them and run briskly away.Christopher Ku looked at the disappearing guardian guard and looked at Voldemort with a smile: "Can you?"

Before Voldemort could answer, Christopher Cooper said, "You can't!"

Voldemort sneered, with a frivolous tone, "Are you saying I should have love? Like Dumbledore?"

Christopher Cooper shook his head and looked at him with some pity, "You still don't understand, you only scare people, so you have no companions, no friends, you are always fighting alone, you are stingy to pay for others, so no one wants to Paying for you, you and your Death Eaters are gathered together to maximize benefits and use each other. You need them to expand their power, and they need you to establish new beliefs. Look at the people you chose, You are useless cowards except for blood. Use blood to cover up your inferiority and weakness in your bones, you use black magic and violence to make them fear and submit, use dementor to inquire about everyone's little secrets, and think you have everything. But I don’t know that those people around you don’t care about things other than interests from the very beginning, including you. Otherwise, how can you, a down-and-out half-breed, be their leader, relying on your powerful magic? It’s simply a It's a joke, from the very beginning you were their scapegoat for fighting against Muggle wizards, a dispensable puppet, but I didn't expect you to lose control in the end, making them have to compromise, waiting for an opportunity, there is a better person to replace you."

Voldemort grabbed Christopher Cooper's collar and roared angrily: "Shut up, it's not what you said..." He is the master of the wizarding world, not someone who anyone doubts.

Christopher Cooper didn't finish speaking, he didn't care about Voldemort's excitement and continued to sarcastically: "Throughout history, no tyrant can maintain his kingship for a long time. Your greed and violence can only be achieved temporarily. Even without us, you will surely Failure is only a matter of time!"

"That's your fault, it's the ring, it's teaching me..."

"You're still making excuses for your failures. The ring just magnifies your inner desires and dark side. If you have no problems with yourself, how can the ring affect you? Are you still refusing to face reality, Mr. Riddle, like a man Similarly, take responsibility, admitting that you have failed is nothing to be ashamed of!"

"What do you know, why do you say that, you can easily have