Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 413 You can try it now
If Jon still can’t guess the answer after hearing this, then there would be a real problem.
All his previous speculations about Voldemort possessing Draco actually did not have much reasoning when examined in detail, and were more based on a feeling.
The kind of intuition that saved Jon many times in battle and made even Grindelwald praise him for his prophetic gift.
Voldemort's arrangements for this game were more in-depth than anyone imagined, and he also made use of some unknown information that John and Dumbledore could never guess.
For example, although they guessed from the beginning that holding this Triwizard Tournament was most likely related to his desire to restore his soul that was split apart when John tore up the contract, and thus regain his strength, they never imagined that Voldemort actually planned to achieve his goal in another way.
As for the castle itself, it was precisely because they could not guess what methods Voldemort had that, before he said it himself, John and Dumbledore could not have imagined, even if they racked their brains, that he had made so many preparations in the castle, and actually wanted to eat up this ancient castle that had been passed down for thousands of years.
But when these things have become public and the clues have become connected, the trajectory of everything has become clear.
"You can't eat the consciousness of this castle using normal means."
Jon tightened his grip on the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.
"You have tried the Chamber of Secrets, the Headmaster's Office, and the Slytherin Common Room, but none of them worked. So you came up with another idea. Let someone who can be recognized by the castle come here, let him inherit the castle first, get the recognition of the castle's consciousness, and then use his identity to fully gain the castle's consciousness."
Voldemort turned and looked at the Triwizard Cup.
"So, you should have guessed what kind of ending you will face today, right? Jon Green, you should thank the portrait of Salazar Slytherin that you brought out from the Arctic. It is because of him that I learned the ancient magic of how to reintegrate the Horcruxes that I have everything I have today. It is also because of this that I have researched more about magic on the soul!"
He retracted his gaze and looked at Jon.
"The script I arranged afterwards is very simple. You get the Triwizard Cup and this castle. I kill you and become you. In the future, I will live as Jon Green, who is stronger, smarter, and more respectable than you! There are many ways to gain power in this world. Since we are on different paths to unite the purebloods, then we can just change the route."
His smile was so chilling.
"Many people know very well that I don't care about purebloods or half-bloods. As long as I can become the master, the master of everyone, it doesn't matter who I lead. Everything will develop in a good direction. I will be the first-order successor after Dumbledore. Dumbledore may even lament his old age and let me take the position ahead of time because of my outstanding performance in defeating Voldemort and counterattacking Britain. I will have such a young and energetic body, and everyone will be loyal to me from the bottom of their hearts. I will become the new master of Britain, and things will be even simpler. The Mumbles have been oppressed so much. With just a little provocation, they will burst out with even stronger hatred and desire."
"Liquidation! I will lead them to settle accounts with the pure-bloods in the whole of Europe and even the whole world! Even with their help, it will be easier to control the Muggle world. What a wonderful future! You will not leave, Jon. I will help you and make your name recorded in history forever. No one will forget the title of Lord of the World!"
There was a terror in his words that made one shudder.
But the flickering flames in Jon's eyes did not reveal the slightest fear.
"So now there are two of you in this world."
"Since that idiot wants my original body so much, why not just give it to him and let him serve as a target for my new identity and give me the last bit of his surplus value?"
Voldemort laughed contemptuously.
"He saw me calling the shots outside and thought he could do everything I could. But now he only focuses on the immediate interests and is impatient to see France being completely occupied by Dumbledore. I did it on purpose. From the beginning, the result of this game was destined to be Dumbledore's victory. The cut-off France and Hogwarts Castle would bring him huge losses and would also be the beginning of a new life for me. Look, not only you, but also the other me, you are all played in my hands."
"I've been answering you. Now, I have one last question. I wonder if you can answer it for me, Mr. Riddle."
Jon looked into the eyes that should have belonged to Draco.
"There are no two people in this world who appear without reason. Who are you? Are you from the Horcrux? Are you the soul that was split from you? Or... have you been lying all along?"
There was a rare silence in the air for a while.
Then, Voldemort laughed!
It was obvious that he was not pretending, nor was he laughing at Jon. Instead, he had an inexplicable feeling, happiness, and a joyful smile.
"Let's keep this mystery. There's no need to discuss it anymore, Jon. I know what you're suspecting. You're thinking I'm deliberately using those words to lure and deceive you. In fact, I'm not me at all, and Riddle is not Riddle either. Who in the world would call themselves a fool? Who would scheme against themselves to death, right?"
His smile did not fade, but his eyes became stern again.
On one side of the library, the window that was blown open when John escaped was blowing in a cold wind, blowing the hems of his and Voldemort's robes.
Jon was not discouraged or frustrated when he didn't get the answer that had been bothering him for a long time.
He saw that Voldemort had already shown off all his plans, and he lost the idea of continuing the conversation. Instead, he prepared to start reaping the rich fruits of his long-planned efforts.
Jon flexed his ten fingers that were holding the sword and wand respectively, and his golden eyes emitted a thrilling light in the dark library.
"Besides your character, I admire your wisdom, Mr. Riddle, but if you really want to take my body and name, then I think you can try now."
