Chapter 200 199: Gods and Sent
Ridel's nerves are fragile and sensitive.
It's full of inner drama.
However, the little wizard did not answer positively, and even pretended not to hear the reaction, which also shows that Riddle's inner ups and downs were not just because of persecution.
Seeing Riddle was surprised and suspicious.
"Your matter will be mentioned after Haierbo is solved." Ian also tried to comfort Yi Di Riddle with words first, but Riddle, the best player who played this trick, was not fooled.
"I need you to swear with magic! You must make sure to bring me back to Hogwarts intact so that I can be tried by Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic!"
"You are just a student! You have no right to deal with me privately! This violates the law! It violates justice and morality!" It is hard to believe that one day you can hear such high-sounding words from Riddle's mouth.
There is no way, who made him increasingly worried about the reputation of the little wizard? Being the feed for birds and becoming part of Haierbo is not the ending that Riddle wants.
Compared with these two endings, being Guan Azkaban can be considered a wonderful thing!
"Sorry, I have no justice and morality." Ian stopped pretending to face Riddle's pervert and shook his head directly, saying that he did not accept Riddle's proposal.
"..."
Ridel had never expected the little wizard to give him such a straightforward answer.
"I want to meet Dumbledore! I have a secret to tell Dumbledore! This is related to the safety of the whole world!" There was no way, Riddle could only put his own weight. "It has something to do with you and another remnant soul betray Voldemort?" Ian could guess Riddle's secret. He had learned some information from another remnant soul before.
"Yes, that's right, this is also the reason why I run to this era." Riddle did not deny it, but explained his stealing of the time machine with a serious face. "He became a slave, a slave to death, and to fulfill a mission given to him by death, which is definitely a crisis no less than Haierbo." "It will happen, It happened in your and my era.”
Speaking of this.
Ridel's expression became more and more serious. However, he still did not say what the mission given to Voldemort by death was and why it led to his betrayal with another remnant soul.
This secret is probably the biggest weight in Riddle's hand.
In this regard.
Ian nodded without comment, turned his neck and looked in the direction of the "priestess". "You read his memory, I think you can tell me what the secret he was talking about?"
To be honest, Ian really doesn't want to make any deals with Riddle. After all, if he agrees, wouldn’t he be a guy who is in vain with the Dark King? "There is no information in his memory." Faced with the little wizard's inquiry, the goddess who was kowtowing "nuts" shook her head and gave an answer that the little wizard had unexpectedly expected.
"You hide your memory?"
Ian looked at Riddle in surprise. "How could I have that ability?" Riddle rolled his eyes directly.
"Yes, if he could deceive me, he would not think about asking you for help in the face of Haierbo's curse." The "priestess" next to him was also a station for Riddle's "innocence" A wave of stations.
Mainly, I was boasting that my own strength could not be influenced by Riddle. "I can only know the answer when I link with that soul, and once I break the link, I will forget it immediately. However, I and the residual soul you killed can realize that it is not what we want The situation that is necessary will inevitably lead to our doom. The only solution is to draw a clear line with the remnant soul who betrayed us. "
Ridel's courage to use such things as a bargaining weight is obviously a trade-off, only Only by bringing him back to the future can Ian and Dumbledore and others be able to use him to learn about the situation of the mutated Voldemort.
"Maybe you can send me back first, so you don't have to worry about what tricks I will do." Riddle talked about his longing for Hogwarts again.
He actually has his own ideas and abacus.
after all.
It was too difficult to mix up in ancient times.
Backing back to the future is the best choice for him. He is now a complete individual. Although he is Voldemort's past, he is only sixteen-year-old Voldemort. At this time, he has not yet carved so many sins. You can use your ability to win the opportunity to "reform" for yourself.
Even if you can't win.
That is always more decent than staying in ancient times. In Riddle's opinion, he had to pay for the death of the crying Myrtle. What does Voldemort do with him and Tom Riddle? After weighing this, of course he didn't want to stay here for a moment.
"It seems you really want to "home". "
Ian teased his tone. He could clearly perceive Riddle's emotions and thinking. He never thought that the famous Dark King could not even be able to integrate into the environment. When.
"The future is simply heaven compared to here!" Riddle did not hide his discomfort with this era, not only because there are gods and evil legendary wizards in this era.
"I have been lurking in the city all the time. Can you believe it is just an ordinary shop selling the service of soul stripping? Split the slave's soul and give it to the tireless puppet, so that you can Let the puppets work 24 hours a day, and the owner of my store has to sell at least 3,000 to 5,000 such services a year. "
"Compared with this kind of wizard, I can count it What? That shop owner is the real Dark King! The person who invented this kind of magic! The Dark King among Dark Kings! "
Riddle may have wanted to whitewash himself, or perhaps he was really amazed from the bottom of his heart. He has always increased his horizons and insights in ancient times.
"You must respect the development direction of different civilizations." Ian appreciates the creation of this kind of magic. Putting aside ethics and morality, it at least promotes productivity, right?
"By the way, have you learned this magic? I think you can use this as a weight to convince me. Don't get me wrong, I just think that only by understanding this magic can you better prevent this A kind of magic is used where it should not be used. And if I don't study it, how can the world know how to prevent it? "
"The progress of magic, as well as the prevention and cracking of black magic, all require Someone sacrificed, and I was willing to sacrifice for development. See when you wrote this magic down for me. "
Ian showed his curiosity about magic.
He has always believed it.
There is no bad magic in this world, only bad wizards. If this magic is used in some people who deserve sin, it is not a manifestation of civilization and fairness.
"..."
Ridel's inner emotions were so complicated when he saw Ian's eyes. He felt that he might understand why Voldemort people shouted and Ian was Hogwarts is still doing well.
Voldemort, that is, himself, is still too honest. He will tell others what he does, that he is doing bad things, that he is doing some shameful operations and plans.
It's not like the little wizard in front of you... I obviously want to learn this extremely evil black magic, but I can still be righteous and show a critical learning attitude.
This face is really invincible!
"Brush~"
The sound of destruction sounded.
Ridel certainly learned this kind of magic secretly, so in the face of the little wizard's request, he remained silent and showed his greatest sincerity through his actions.
"Give it."
After writing, Riddle handed the parchment to Ian.
Ian took it.
Released it up and aimed at the light source in the dungeon.
"This magic is indeed quite evil."
After reading the knowledge given by Riddle, Ian glanced at the skills that were lit up on his personal panel, and raised the black mist rising from his magic wand, which gave Riddle a little bit of black magic talent.
"How could you learn so quickly!" Riddle was indeed shocked. He quickly took several steps back with caution, as if he was afraid that Ian would use himself as a training partner.
"Because this magic is dark enough."
Ian gave a honest answer.
"Ah!?"
Riddle was confused.
The little wizard felt that Riddle didn't understand, so he explained sincerely, "My talent tree point is relatively wrong, the darker the magic, the faster I learn it." "So learn from me?" At the speed of magic, you can tell what category this kind of magic should be thrown into. I still remember when I realized this, it was probably more than a year ago, when I was waiting for the first grade to start in Hogward Village. , a good friend gave me a book called "Revealing the Secret of the Grade-Black Magic". "
"My teacher also taught me to eat big melons, and life is fulfilling." His There was a hint of sigh in his tone, and there was a kind of reminiscing about the past.
"?????????"
Riddle was numb after hearing this.
These are information that he could not find out from others at school.
At this moment.
The young Dark King fully understood why the little wizard in front of him could stay so freely in this era and even had a god, because the other party should live in such a wilderness era.
Hogwarts?
It's really too insignificant.
Ridel couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved. He couldn't understand why such a student could still jump around in Hogwarts. His little research when he was studying was comparable to this little wizard. It can be called a white lotus! "Then... you are really amazing..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Riddle pulled out a smile that was even worse than crying.
He gave Ian a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he thought of a conversation he had overheard in Malfoy's body about him and Ian - only the madman can deal with the madman, Voldemort is a madman, so we must let a madman deal with the madman without death A madman.
When Riddle first heard this sentence, he was still very disdainful.
And now.
He felt that the people in the pure blood family might not be all fools.
"In fact, the person who invented this kind of slavery is really powerful, the genius' conception... I seem to have already seen the true origin of the dementor in this magic!"
"I didn't expect that Tom, you can actually make real contributions to Hogwarts. I think as long as I give me some time, Hogwarts will have his own Azkaban!"
"You, no, the rest of the Death Eaters who are still restless in the future are blessed, and they can obtain eternal life." Ian's talent for black magic is obviously not limited to learning in seconds.
He can also learn from one example and apply it to other things.
See some development directions that can be extended in the future from this magic.
"..."
Riddle heard the little wizard's cheerful speech.
He was silent for a long time.
"Can you not be so evil... Sorry, I really don't adapt to the feeling now." In the end, Riddle spoke in an unprecedented tone.
He was used to being the evil party.
I really don't want to think about the problem from the perspective of thinking that other people are evil. And just when Riddle racked his brains and couldn't figure out why such a little wizard became Dumbledore's favorite cub.
"Remind that you don't have much time." After eating the nuts in your hand, the "priestess" patted the residue on his hand and interrupted very suddenly and said to Ian.
"When is there no more time?"
Ian looked at Riddle. "Can't he live for seven days?" He looked at Riddle's skin changes.
"You have seventeen hours."
The priestess" answered the question irrelevantly.
It is obvious that it is impossible to reveal too much due to some limitations.
The little wizard also reacted very quickly.
"Pompeii's Doom..."
When Ian thought of the prosperous city and the little girl who regarded himself as a god, he actually felt a tampering feeling in his heart.
The biggest difference between him and Riddle is that he is not cold-blooded. Reading related history from history books alone is far less tragic than reading this history deep in it.
"Since you know this, why can't you do something? This city is dedicated to you..." Ian couldn't help looking at the "priestess" who didn't care too much about disaster.
"The fixed point in time cannot be changed, at least for us." After hearing this, the "priestess" just shook his head slightly, expressing that he was powerless to do anything about the upcoming disaster.
"What is the meaning of offering to God?"
Riddle couldn't help but sarcasticly.
The "priestess" glanced at him.
The next moment.
The poor Dark King felt a heavy blow on his body, and he flew out like a kite with broken strings, hitting the stone wall heavily and being seriously injured.
"This is the meaning."
She finished speaking to Riddle in a cold voice, turned to look at Ian again.
"Have you thought about how to solve Haierbo?"
The "priestess" seemed to be asking questions, and it seemed to be making some hints.
"Yeah."
Ian narrowed his eyes.
"You can't expect me to fight against a legendary wizard, or a legendary wizard who has obtained the so-called angel person, so you need to deal with Haierbo with me."
After saying that.
Pause for a moment. "This is an order." He stressed.
The contract on the back of the hand emerged.
In this regard.
The "priestess" was not angry. "It's actually an order... Then there's nothing I can do." She also raised her hand to look at the contract that appeared on the back of her hand, her tone was full of smiles, and even the corners of her mouth were a little overwhelmed.
Obviously.
This goddess is not so calm. "Cough cough cough! It's so cruel!" Riddle, who covered his chest and got up to wipe the corner of his mouth, saw this scene, and his heart was beating more violently than the heart injury. "Did I see any secret that I shouldn't have seen?" He looked at Ian and the terrifying god not far away, and couldn't help feeling worried about his fate again.
The gods accept the sending of mortals.
Is this something that a sixteen-year-old dark devil can touch?
He just said something was wrong with the little wizard Ian!
It's really something dirty!
(This chapter ends)