Volume 9: The reins handed over Chapter 543: The Law of the Jungle
"As for the emotions that drive magic, as long as the power that can be achieved is sufficient, what does it matter if they are positive or negative?"
Voldemort's voice rose higher.
He seemed to have his own set of creeds and was never troubled by Dumbledore's words of love.
Especially after the two souls merged.
Even now, after hearing Jon's questions, he still wanted to instill his own ideas into Jon.
"You have been completely brainwashed by Dumbledore's words, Jon Green! Love? I never deny the existence of this thing, but can humans really fall in love with a dog? Especially when this dog never pleases you, wags its tail to beg for food, and even thinks that it is born to be equal to you?"
"You said that wizards who are not pure-bloods can't call people ?"
“You should know who I’m referring to when I say ‘dog’.” Voldemort stared down at John’s eyes. “There may not be such a big gap between wizards, but everyone knows that Muggles and wizards are completely two different species. The difference between the two is even greater than the difference between humans and dogs! So how do humans deal with such a gap?”
He answered his own question.
"Taming, taming these creatures into loyal pets, letting them engrave their obedience into their bones. The master is the master, and the pet is the pet. As a wizard, you must be superior, and as a strong wizard, you must become the king of everyone!"
He looked at Jon with contempt in his extremely cold eyes.
"So you can see why I'm suppressing those mudbloods?"
Jon met those eyes without fear.
"In your eyes, these are a group of dogs who wanted to become humans and have actually achieved it."
“Hahahahahaha!”
Voldemort laughed arrogantly, as if he was extremely excited about John's answer!
"What are people doing? They first hunt and kill ferocious beasts, then imprison them, and first tame and then eat docile animals. Look at them, when facing creatures of different species, have they ever mentioned equality, fraternity, and fairness? This world should be a place where the strong prey on the weak! The capable are promoted, the average are given way, the mediocre are demoted, and the inferior are eliminated. This is the truth! The so-called fairness is just a whitewash used by those in power to cover up their own uniqueness!"
"But there are always some people who naively take these hypocritical lies as the truth, just like Albus Dumbledore. How did his sister go crazy? Didn't he know? Wasn't he in pain? But he was still willing to protect those Muggles and Mudbloods for this lie. Is this selflessness or stupidity?"
Voldemort rose higher and higher into the sky, just like the sound of his words.
"In human history, there have been thousands of years of nobles and commoners. Even though there is no difference between them, they can still form such a huge class. What about wizards who control magic, and magic can be strong or weak?"
"The hierarchy is what should be respected. I am just tearing apart those hypocritical morals. Most of you are against me just because you are the weak ones. Just like what we talked about in Hogwarts Castle before, Jon, if the theory of pure-blood superiority turns into the theory of Muggle superiority, how many of your like-minded companions will change from victims to new perpetrators?"
Jon finished listening to his speech, and at this time, Voldemort had already floated to the highest point of the black fog.
He looked down from his high position. The Death Eaters on the ground, who were increasingly on the verge of a fight, burst into loud cheers after hearing his speech.
Perhaps some of Voldemort's words tore off the fig leaf of pure-bloods, but the fact that he could reasonably explain why all the vested interests in Britain could enjoy these benefits was enough to make the Death Eaters present cheer.
Regardless of whether John believed Voldemort's words or not, these people really listened to him!
John looked at Voldemort and knew that he said these words not for any ulterior motive, but simply because they were what he truly believed.
The purebloods were cheering, and Voldemort was looking up at him, wanting to see how John would refute his words.
But Jon had no intention of arguing with him or discussing what kind of society the world should become.
These people are now immersed in their own world, believing that indulgence is the truth and that restraint is hypocrisy. Even if Jon can speak beautifully, it will not shake them in the slightest. It is just a waste of time.
He just slowly raised the wand in his hand, which was passed down to him by Dumbledore and originated from the God of Death, horizontally in front of himself.
This doesn't look like a normal spellcasting action at all, because the tip of the staff is not pointed at anyone at all, and such a gesture makes it impossible to swing the staff normally.
But after seeing this scene, a strange feeling surged into Voldemort's heart. He looked at John who was holding the wand horizontally, as if he felt that John was about to...eat this ancient relic!
“The most difficult thing in the world is actually to convince someone whose ideas are completely different from your own.”
Jon's voice sounded. His voice was very light, as if he was just saying something simply, but the words he actually said were an iron-clad declaration of war!
"But in fact, there are some things that I think the same as you. The most basic way to solve problems in this world is indeed the only intuitive way to choose from, which is the law of the jungle. You can tell those truths at any time and to anyone, but now, what I want to say is, Tom Riddle, are you ready?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient old magic wand suddenly became dry !
It was as if all the magic power contained in it was sucked away by something in an instant, and the elder tree that held the world's most powerful magic wand turned into a fragile and powerless dead branch!
A light grey flame was rising from Jon's body. It was a deadly force mixed with an aura that made Voldemort feel extremely disgusted, yet extremely familiar!
John carefully put away the dead branch that had completely lost the name of the Deathly Hallows. He looked at Voldemort and stretched out his right hand.
"I have always thought that Professor Dumbledore 's way of disciplining students is sometimes too gentle."
