Prologue

I know that I am different. I know that everything is subject to me. I'm not a god, but I can be. I can destroy the world, I can restore it. People are worthless creatures. They absolutely do not understand the essence of being in the world. They are idiots who blindly follow the strong. Is it because of fear? No. Because of prejudice. Because they need someone to follow. Because people are weak. They are like ants that cannot live without a queen, or like whips. I don't want to think about people. Now I want to rest. Calm down and not tear everything in a circle. Because of that damn letter from Hogwarts. So that you were empty ... Is that how they found me? How do you understand where I am?