Chapter 39: Voldemort breaks through the defense, harvest time! "Shameless, this is absolutely shameless!" "Qiluo" was cursing there with gnashing teeth. Ciel tilted his head and asked curiously. "Professor, why do you hate me so much?" "Who are you calling shameless?" "Qiluo" had a stiff expression, forced a smile, and spoke word by word through gritted teeth. "I mean the mysterious person who plagiarized Headmaster Dumbledore's magic is shameless, really shameless!" "Stealing magical achievements is the most despised thing in the magic world!" Ciel nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I think so too." "Principal Dumbledore told me that the You-Know-Who is famous for the Killing Curse and claims to have developed it from runes, but that is not the case at all." "The principal said that he had developed the Killing Curse a long time ago, but because it was too cruel, he only wrote it down in his notebook. It was eventually stolen by a mysterious person and became his signature." Voldemort, who occupied Quirrell's body, was stunned, as if he was in some kind of confusion. Then, Charles dropped another bombshell. "The principal also said that the mysterious man also stole the Transfiguration Technique from him, and what he learned was only the basics." "Back then, the You-Know-Who wanted to complete a transfiguration called Animagus and transform into a giant snake, but something went wrong, and it was Headmaster Dumbledore who changed him back." "The reason why the mysterious man lost his nose was because of the aftereffects of his Animagus transformation. The principal shook his head when he mentioned it. He said that if he had known, he would not have saved the mysterious man and let him eat rats until he died." Voldemort's face turned blue and purple. He never expected to hear such news from Charles. Dumbledore, this sinister and cunning old bee, actually used such words to slander himself behind his back? The Killing Curse was clearly an achievement that he was proud of, so when did it become his? Also, the reason why I lost my nose was completely intentional, it was just a trivial price I paid for the dark magic of transfiguration. How did it become that I failed in the transfiguration and was saved by Dumbledore? Rumors, they are all rumors that discredit myself! Old bee Dumbledore, how many rumors did he spread during the years he disappeared? But after his anger, Voldemort still had a trace of doubt. He really didn't think Dumbledore was a saint, but could Dumbledore's quality really be so low? Could it be that the little wizard Ciel was talking nonsense? The next moment, a gleam of light flashed across Voldemort's eyes. This is his innate ability, similar to Legilimency, which has reached its peak after constant tempering and transformation by black magic, and can detect almost any lie. Lying in front of the Dark Lord was something that was generally considered impossible among the Death Eaters. Even though this little bit of soul is all he has left, Voldemort can still use this ability.
He wanted to see if what Charles said was true. At the same time, a deep blue voice sounded in Ciel's mind. "The host has obtained Legilimency magic materials. The points required to deduce the Legilimency spell will be greatly reduced." There was also a hint of strangeness in Charles' eyes. Since Deep Blue said so, that means Voldemort is already very angry, right? Legilimency is almost like a natural instinct. No one can lie in front of the Dark Lord? What if I didn't lie? Charles considered it for a moment, then began to fan the flames again. "In the heart of Headmaster Dumbledore, he has only one real opponent and nemesis, and that is Grindelwald!" "What a mysterious man! In Dumbledore's opinion, he is not as good as Grindelwald." "In Dumbledore's mind, the only person who can be called the Dark Lord is Grindelwald!" As soon as these words were spoken, Voldemort, who was using his own talent to judge the truth of Charles' words, just stayed there. Really, he could sense that what Charles said was true. If those previous words had angered Voldemort and made Voldemort feel that Dumbledore, the old bee, was becoming more and more shameless. These few sentences now completely broke down Voldemort's defense. He never imagined that he regarded Dumbledore as his greatest opponent, but in Dumbledore's eyes, he, the Dark Lord who caused havoc, was nothing and could not compare to the failed Grindelwald? Why! Wouldn't that make me just like a clown? "Dumbledore..." Voldemort roared angrily in his heart. "You will pay for what you said!!!" Then, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes became much colder as he looked at Charles. "Ciel, Dumbledore's magic is certainly powerful, but I have traveled in the wizarding world for many years and have also obtained some mysterious and powerful magic, which may not be inferior to Dumbledore's." "Come to my office after school starts, and I'll teach you all these magic tricks." "Believe me, once you use it, I guarantee that even Headmaster Dumbledore will be frightened!" Charles raised his eyebrows, looking doubtful. "really?" "Okay, then professor, I'll give you a chance." Voldemort took a deep breath, turned and walked away into the shadows. He returned the body to Quirrell, and Quirrell, who had regained control of his body, was as pale as paper and asked tremblingly. "Master, are you really going to teach Ciel magic?" Voldemort's voice, filled with infinite anger, echoed in his soul. "I was just planning to use Ciel as a pawn, taking advantage of his pursuit of power and seeing if I could put him to good use."
"But now, I have changed my mind." "Dumbledore, that damn old bastard, I'm going to let him know what the price is for completely angering me!" "I want to prove to Ciel that Dumbledore's outdated magic is nothing compared to mine. I want Ciel to completely surrender to the dark side and severely hurt Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort's voice was cold. "Didn't Dumbledore have his Boy-Who-Lived?" "It just so happens that I heard that this Ciel has recently been called another Boy-Who-Lived. Then he will be mine!" Then Voldemort urged Quirrell. "Get ready. I need to break into Gringotts as soon as possible and get the Philosopher's Stone to rebuild my body." "I've had enough of this kind of life." "When I rebuild my body, I will terrify Dumbledore and make this Ciel crawl at my feet!" …… Watching Quirrell's figure disappear into the distance, Charles' tense body gradually relaxed and he let out a long sigh. It has to be said that although Ciel successfully broke Voldemort's defense with his familiarity with the plot, he got the opportunity to go to Hogwarts to learn Voldemort's advanced dark magic. But the pressure that Voldemort's fury just now brought to Charles was also enormous. If a fight really breaks out, and if the magic Charles has fails to work in the first place, he will probably have no choice but to use Apparition to escape. It can only be said that his current strength is still quite far from the level of Dumbledore and Voldemort. To others, this is a matter of course. After all, Dumbledore and Voldemort are the top figures in the wizarding world. It is simply crazy for a little wizard like Ciel to want to compete with them in strength. But there was a hint of coldness in Charles' eyes. He didn't like this feeling of being oppressed. Moreover, for him, the chasm that is difficult for ordinary people to cross may only take one night. After taking a deep breath, Ciel quickened his pace and took Tonks back to the Leaky Cauldron. Clank, clank! Charles poured out a large bag of spoils, his expression gradually becoming more and more heated. This is what we reaped from tonight's looting of Knockturn Alley. If it is completely digested, the three deductions of Transfiguration will be completed. I can’t say anything about Voldemort in his heyday, but if it’s Voldemort possessing Quirrell, Charles may be able to take a chance on him! The next moment, Charles grabbed a bottle of eight-eyed giant spider venom and gulped it down. "Deep Blue, dinner is ready!" (End of this chapter)