Under one person, join the chat group from the Tangmen chapter

Chapter 290 The wizarding world is boiling again
"How do you confirm that he is a Horcrux?" Russell read the last few pages of the forbidden book with peace of mind, and pressed back the lion's head that jumped out from the last page.

"Because I am the true body." Quirrell said confidently. Then he looked at the forbidden book that was still struggling in Russell's hands, and couldn't help but kindly remind him:

"This book "Lion Transformation Witchcraft" should be fed with fresh flesh and blood after reading it."

"Have you seen it?" Russell's hand holding the book ignited with red flames, and the cover was immediately baked by the sudden increase in temperature.

The banned book dare not move.

Quirrell coughed dryly and said rather speechlessly: "This is what I wrote. Some dark wizards do not think deeply about the bloodline transformation ideas in it, but insist on setting up a circus to earn Muggle money."

"Of course, I didn't instigate them to transform Muggles into lions. I don't agree with this inhumane practice."

Russell nodded and put the forbidden book on the bookshelf, "Mr. Voldemort, how do you prove that you are the real person in front of your so-called Horcrux?"

Quirrell smiled confidently and said: "The connection between the Horcrux and the body is like iron filings and magnets. As long as I remove some of the spells on the Horcrux, it will return to me."

"I probably understand." Russell also laughed, with an expression asking for credit on his face.

"Mr. Voldemort, you may not know that the Horcrux you mentioned was found by me. It is called Tom Riddle's diary."

When Quirrell heard this, his heart suddenly suddenly felt as if he had diarrhea.

"You discovered what you called the difference between iron filings and magnets, and then you couldn't help but perform a small operation on it."

"What, what kind of surgery?" Quirrell's throat became inexplicably dry and his heart tightened.

"I transformed iron filings into magnets." Russell opened his hands and drew a big circle, "Are you surprised, Mr. Voldemort?"

"..."

Quirrell's whole body trembled, as if his bones had been cut out, and a suppressed and tearing cry of despair twisted out of his throat.

"Russell!!"

Russell smiled and waved his hand, and a soundproof barrier blocked Quirrell's voice before it could be heard, "Keep quiet in the library, Mr. Voldemort."

"No, I should call you Professor Quirrell. Because in the outside world, that person is the real Voldemort, right?"

"Of course, I like to call that person Tom. But you wizarding community seems to be unwilling to admit that he is not Voldemort."

"However, without the counter-curse of the Horcrux, you cannot prove that you are Voldemort. Instead, you will have more materials to prove that you are Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell whipped out his wand and pointed it at Russell tremblingly, "What you're doing is worse than a dark wizard! You modify other people's souls without authorization. I want to rid the wizarding world of you, this scourge."

Russell looked at the green light lit by Quirrell's wand indifferently, and said unhurriedly: "I just rescued an enslaved soul."

Quirrell's mind suddenly twitched, and the magic of the killing curse disappeared instantly.

Russell's soul-changing spell took effect once again.

Quirrell's expression instantly became distorted.

A serious question suddenly occurred to him. If the Voldemort in the newspaper had a true soul essence, could he still change from good guy Quirrell to Voldemort?

No, it shouldn't be that simple.

Quirrell came up with another thought that made him even more desperate. He was so desperate that he couldn't hide it and said directly:
"You also placed a curse on Voldemort's soul, right?"

"Guess, hee hee."

……

Tom Riddle has long, lush hair and a mature back haircut.

The eyebrows are straight yet gentle, the eyes are sky blue, the bridge of the nose is high, and the mouth has the right smile.

He was sitting in an ordinary attic, surrounded by no expensive decorations.

Standing next to him was the former Wormtail, now the handsome butler Peter.

Tom's current residence is a bit shabby, at least the Dark Lord who once had everyone around him now doesn't even have a single servant.

"Peter, do you think I will succeed?" Tom's voice was like the wind echoing in the forest, making people feel neither alienated nor intimate.

"You will succeed, Mr. Riddle." Peter lowered his head slightly and said calmly.

"Only you would call me that, Peter. I actually don't like the name Voldemort." Tom Riddle was used to Peter's unchanged expression.

He knew that this was the habit of his partners, and even if Peter was just that one's servant, he didn't mean to look down upon him.

In front of that one, even the most talented wizard in history can only shine like a firefly when he is reborn.

Even Nicoléme and Merlin are just bigger fireflies.

There is no possibility of comparison with the bright moon in the sky.

Ever since he transformed from an ordinary Horcrux into a complete human being, Tom has placed Russell in an absolutely unattainable position in his heart.

Himself, or the original body of who knows where, and Dumbledore, in His eyes, they are no different from a leaf in this world.

He calls himself Tom Riddle, so he is Tom.

He is a free and independent Tom. "After reading the books on the history and development of Muggles, or ordinary people, that you prepared for me, I feel more and more that my previous body looked like an uneducated retard."

Tom talked to himself, his disdainful smile naturally revealed.

"Wanting pure blood to rule the wizarding world goes against the objective laws of development. He is reversing the course of history."

"The proportion of mixed-blood wizards is increasing year by year. The world does not favor pure blood, but treats everyone equally."

"Great insights, Mr. Riddle." Peter responded appropriately, and used magic to prepare a cup of hot tea for himself and Tom each.

"Thank you, Peter." Tom picked up the tea cup and gave Peter a gentle toast before tasting it slowly.

"In order to speed up history back to its normal course, I am prepared to speak out for half-blood wizards."

"Sigh, this is bound to offend some vested interests. I don't know how many of those original pure-blood followers will betray me."

Tom sighed sadly, and then used his smile to dispel his pretense, "But, I really hope they can come and assassinate me."

"My magic spells that I haven't used for a long time are almost getting rusty."

Peter looked at his watch and said, "Sir, Mr. Riddle, the next public press conference is about to begin."

"Well, I'll go right away."

Peter nodded and opened the attic door with a wave of his wand.

Tom Riddle got up and came to the door amidst the noise and strobe lights.

The reporters stood at the foot of the steps, heads raised, bodies trembling, and fingers stiff as they took one magic photo after another.

Thanks to the mysterious man for not killing me, it was so kind to allow them to use the camera.

Tom looked at everyone's expressions and smiled slightly.

He stood much higher than the reporters, as if he was born to stand here.

The reporters didn't have the guts to stand side by side with him. They humbly held the microphone, and some even begged the returning Dark Lord in their hearts not to call them out.

Rita Skeeter stood in the first position either actively or passively, and her legs were also weakening.

She believed that those sons of bitches who pushed her to the front would be scared to death if they stood in her position!

This is the Dark Lord who caused a bloody storm back then!
Until now, no one dared to call his name behind his back.

Even though he kindly allowed them to conduct interviews openly.

but!

Rita will never forget the fate of several people who secretly filmed their lives.

The cold corpses with fearful faces always warned her: the mysterious man had not forgotten how to punish the offender.

"Friends, I hope you will call me Tom Riddle from today on." Tom smiled gently, and his face in the sun looked extremely amiable.

Reporters shivered in the sun.

"Ms. Skeeter." He lowered his head and focused his gaze on the "warrior" closest to him. "The gold medal reporter of the Daily Prophet, right?"

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency." Rita trembled all over and replied tremblingly, her head lowered higher than the raised microphone.

The sharp teeth and sharp mouth that he used to have were chewed to pieces in front of Tom.

If the mysterious man hadn't allowed reporters to kneel to him, she would have knelt down long ago.

"Don't be nervous, lucky lady, I allow you to be the first to report my new political opinions." Tom stood where he was and did not go down to comfort him.

Although he is not the all-powerful Dark Lord, he considers himself a pioneer who stirs up the storm.

Keeping a distance will make the truth you tell more authoritative in front of these blind followers.

it's necessary. Tom's thinking was clearer than ever.

"You, please speak." Rita swallowed, and she could feel her colleagues behind her preparing to move.

But she also understood the reason why these people did not rush to ask questions——

These words may be a new way for the mysterious man to induce killing.

"The wizarding world is generally sick, not only because of the wrong things I did before." Tom spoke, his voice became louder, and even the whole street could hear his voice.

"The things done by the previous generation of Dark Lords must also be included. And this time, I am trying to correct those previous mistakes."

Tom paused for a while, looking at the reporters who gradually raised their heads, and then he let out a loud bang:
"First of all, I think: Half-blood wizards deserve a higher status."

Rita:? ? ?
Other reporters:? ? ?

Lucius Malfoy came after hearing the news:? ? ?

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)