The Little Superman of Hogwarts

Hogwarts' Little Superman - Chapter 080 [Conspiracy and Black Hand]

In a certain dark space, a space seemingly filled with fantastical colors, where everything was not of realistic construction, a world purely composed of dreams.

The young version of Voldemort knelt on the ground, looking up at the black figure hundreds of times his size. This black figure was mighty and tall, dressed in a tailcoat, holding a peculiar wand. The only strange thing was: his face was obscured by a cloud of black mist, making him appear even more mysterious.

"Among the four soul fragments, only you are somewhat useful. I hope you can continue to play your part! Understand?" the black figure said.

"Awaiting your command, my lord!" Voldemort's face was filled with fear and trepidation.

This young Voldemort was clearly the soul fragment within Ravenclaw's diadem! Voldemort's Horcrux!

Remember a few months ago, when he had just awakened, Cree had taken him to see Voldemort's main body from afar.

It was at that moment that the Horcrux Voldemort felt a strange power, a powerful existence that pierced through time and seemed to want to penetrate the magical world!

That night, the figure brought him to this mysterious world. Voldemort understood that this belonged to the [World of the Mind] or the [Depths of the Heart]... In this place, the size of the body directly represented the strength of his soul—the black figure in front of him was hundreds of times Voldemort's height, which indirectly illustrated the black figure's power and greatness.

"Hermione needs a chance, at least to give Cree a chance to appear on the magic array!" Voldemort said, "I cannot leave the diadem now. I beg you to grant me assistance!"

"Of course! I will have your useless main body sacrifice itself to fulfill you. The time will be after exam week. What do you think?" the black figure said slowly, "The useless one certainly has no reason to continue existing!"

"Awaiting good news!" Voldemort replied respectfully.

"I think you must have a question, right?" the black figure said, "Why would I manipulate you, and why would I do this?"

"I dare not have any questions!" The Horcrux Voldemort was clearly a character who could submit and stretch.

"You just don't dare to ask me, but it's not that you don't want to ask me!" The tall black figure teased.

Saying this, the black figure did not wait for Voldemort's answer and said directly, "Raise your head! I will let you see my true face!"

A hint of fear appeared on the young face of the Horcrux Voldemort. Did allowing him to see his face now mean that he was nearing the end of his usefulness?

Trembling, he raised his head, and the black mist blocking the black figure's face disappeared!

Voldemort saw the face behind the black mist, but he was instantly terrified! He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the god-like black figure. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It was a goblin's face!!!

Goblin, more commonly translated as Goblin—once engaged in several wars with wizards, currently occupying Gringotts as financiers, which is the financial center of the wizarding world! In more common terms, Goblins are actually the big shots of Wall Street—the glorious descendants of the Rothschild family... if this family really exists.

But—in any case—no one would associate the words "strong" with goblins!

Goblins have never won a war against humans, and almost every time they ended in a crushing defeat for the goblins. You can say they are rich, you can say they are ancient, and you can even say they have strange tempers, but no one would ever place the word [powerful] on a goblin!

"Merlin above!" Voldemort suddenly had an illusion. He used to think he was a great Dark Lord, but now he felt like a pathetic clown—he had never even understood the truth of the world!

"The place we are in is called Dreamland, a tool from another magical world. As long as you imprint your spirit, it can pull you in. We can use this space to practice spells, learn knowledge, communicate between two people tens of thousands of miles apart, and transmit information to countless people!" The giant goblin lowered his head and said to Voldemort, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Lala, and I have a good nickname—Sluggard!"

It was as if a giant hammer had struck the soul of the Horcrux Voldemort—he instantly remembered who this goblin actually was!

"Sluggard Lala, unknown birth, after adulthood, devoted to killing wizards by extreme means, retaliating against wizards, wanting to rescue all goblins from the control of wizards! Once led the goblin riots of the eighteenth century! Later captured and executed!" This information emerged from Voldemort's mind, but no matter what, he couldn't connect the powerful figure in front of him with someone who only appeared in history books.

"Very surprising, isn't it?" Sluggard Lala said softly, "Now perhaps you have guessed why I want to support you and help you, right? Mr. Tom!"

"Perhaps it is to launch a new goblin war!" Voldemort replied, his voice very low.

"War is not the goal, just a means. I hope that one day, goblins will replace humans as the dominant species on this planet!" Sluggard Lala said indifferently.

Voldemort did not dare to respond at all. He suddenly felt that he was nothing like a great demon king. This old goblin, who had lived for centuries, had at least dozens of times his own demon king attributes.

After a long time, the old goblin explained the plan one by one, and Voldemort listened patiently.

Before leaving, Voldemort said, "I don't understand a bit. You are already so powerful, why can't you directly push Hogwarts horizontally? In my perception, you are at least ten or even a hundred times more powerful than Dumbledore!"

"Is Dumbledore really that weak?" Sluggard said, "Dumbledore is very terrifying, his power is beyond doubt! You are too weak, so you can't even see Dumbledore's full face! He can at least fight two or three of me without losing. If it's one-on-one, I can be sure that I won't live more than ten minutes."

"Voldemort—you are really pathetic—you have never truly understood this magical world!" the goblin said.

"In the distant East there is a novel, 'A Monkey's Story'. Tom, I think you should read it carefully. The main point of this book is only one sentence 'Acting', everyone is acting with that monkey, because it is the monkey designated by Merlin!"