Voldemort: Am I Actually A Good Person? Or Dumbledore's Closest Comrade In Arms?(2)
"You said Voldemort ruled the world, enslaved Muggles, killed Professor Bullido with his own hands... Impossible!"
"The great Voldemort is clearly a great man!"
"And the closest comrade in arms with the great Professor Dumbledore!"
"How could he do such bad things?!"
"hiss..."
The remnant of Voldemort gasped.
In fact, though he had always been cocky.
But there is one thing it was,
And was the fact that it was very self-aware.
That was why he managed to get to the top of the wizarding world.
He did not like dealing with good people unless he really had to!
Not because he lacked power but because he couldn't even understand the stupid brain circuits of so-called good people!
So now how could this little boy say that he was a good person with a sad and indignant face?
That was the worst insult Voldemort had ever received in his whole life.
And the point of Dumbledore being his closest comrade in arms?
'This is absolutely impossible! This brat is definitely deceiving me!'
He is also cheating himself!
At the beginning, he was exposed by the ontology test when he came to Hogwarts to apply for a teaching position.
Of course, this is just a trial.
But the test showed that.
He didn't seem sure of taking Dumbledore back then.
Therefore, he didn't do anything but choose to leave.
Obviously, there is a lot of trouble between the main body and Dumbledore!
However, before leaving, Voldemort put his Horcrux in the Room of Requirement.
Therefore, what happened to the main body later, he had no idea at all.
But according to his understanding of himself.
His own body should continue to recruit troops in the dark.
Then give that old man a fatal blow!
How could he become a so-called good person?
Also, Dumbledore was his own enemy.
How could he inexplicably become his closest comrade-in-arms?
'Impossible! Absolutely impossible!'
No one understood his hatred of Dumbledore better than him!
Of course, Voldemort's remnant soul didn't really want to admit it.
But he also had a little bit of uncertainty in his heart...
Because it was really a later thing, so he didn't know it at all!
When he was made, it was before the war started!
He didn't know what happened next.
In other words, it was...
In fact, he didn't even know if the wizard war that he had planned for a long time had been fought...
"So, go to hell for insulting Lord Voldemort you scum!"
Blake raised his palm and slapped Voldemort's remnant soul!
"Snapped!"
"Ah! Wait a minute! I have something to say!"
This was the ruthless one.
It reminded Voldemort of one thing in an instant.
That is, the little brat in front of him seems to have the ability to destroy himself at any time!
And, he was doing it now!
He really wanted to fight
And Kill him!
If he really wanted to kill a person.
There was no need to spend effort to deceive the other party!
Because there's no point in cheating on a dead man!
The remnant of Voldemort felt his own soul weaken.
It couldn't help but be terrified.
It was that slap just now.
It actually directly broke up half of his remnant soul!
A few more slaps and he will definitely be gone!
In other words, this little brat really wanted to kill him.
Could what he just said be true?
"Do you have any last words?" Blake said coldly.
There was also an indignation that his idol had been insulted on his face.
"I have a way to prove that I am the remnant of Voldemort..."
"Oh?"
Blake puts his hands away, a look of sarcasm on his face was evident.
The remnant soul of Voldemort felt insulted.
He was really angry...
It didn't matter whether this little brat was his admirer or not.
He couldn't bear to be insulted like this.
Now all this meant that he couldn't have any influence on this little brat!
'So... I have no choice but to give in first, and then slowly figure it out.'
'Of course, I will first try to figure out how many years have passed.'
'And what happened over the years.'
Just the thought of making Blake believe him exhausted Voldemort's remnant soul.
Blake saw the black mist in front of him slowly reforming.
From an irregular cloud of smoke, it slowly turned into a human shape.
Then, the black mist turned into Voldemort and stood in front of Blake.
'Hmm... the disfigured Voldemort.' Blake thought.
"Look... Did I lie to you? I am Voldemort..."
"Snapped!"
It was another big slap, this time Blake slapped Voldemort in the face firmly!
He slapped him so hard that he turned around and flew out!
"How dare you call yourself Voldemort, he does not look like you, a jack-of-all-trades with a face covered in plasticine"
"How dare you transform the handsome Voldemort with your ugly face?"
Voldemort's remnant soul was blown away several times, turning into black mist again.
He was horrified to find that a small piece of his power had disappeared again!
The remnant soul of Voldemort said angrily, "But this is what I look like..."
"Impossible! I've seen what Voldemort looks like, he doesn't look like you!"
"A strong man doesn't care about something as insignificant as his appearance!" Voldemort said,
"I did pay the price...but that's what it takes to get great power
necessary..."
"Wait...you mean my looks are back?"
Voldemort's remnant soul didn't know why his original appearance recovered.
However, this was definitely a good thing for him.
Although for the sake of strength, his look became disfigured.
But although Voldemor pretended that he didn't care, he didn't want to run around with a weird face either.
"How dare you impersonate him?" Blake raised his hand to punch him.
"I have other evidence!" The remnant Soul finally gave in this time.
He really wanted to know what happened to his body!
But, before that, he had to find a way to survive under the hands of this little devil!
"What evidence do you have?" Blake said impatiently. "You've wasted too much of my time!"
"My knowledge is the proof!" Voldemort's remnant soul said anxiously.
He was afraid that Blake would kill him before he could finish his sentence.
"Although my memory only reaches the day when I was hidden in Hogwarts."
"But... all my past knowledge is still there!"
"Just need me to show you a little bit, and you will be able to trust me."
"After all, in this world, besides the great Voldemort, who else has such a wealth of knowledge?"
The corners of Blake's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
'Man this guy is so narcissistic... Although he is really hanging on his dear life' he thought.
"Your knowledge?"
"That's right! My knowledge!"
"If you don't believe me, just ask me any questions!"
"If I can't answer it. You can kill me, and I won't complain!" The remnant of Voldemort said confidently!
"Okay... then I'll try you again," Blake said.
"So... since you are a remnant soul, then you must have dabbled in the knowledge about souls, right?"
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