area51novel Chapter 132 What do you mean?
Chapter 132 What do you mean?
【What do you mean? 】
The picture suddenly stopped, the air suddenly began to distort violently, and a line of words appeared in front of Ricardo's eyes.
"What do I mean?" Ricardo smiled, "I'm not a child anymore, mentor. How can something like this that has problems from the beginning be a memory? I personally think this is where you draw it from these days. The magic, and then constructed to deceive what I made."
[Can’t the mask of hypocrisy cover it up, Mr. Jerry?Haha, I didn’t expect that you would be tested all of a sudden with just this level of courage. 】
"you!"
Ricardo curled his lips, and then looked furious.
[How come there are fanatics in Slytherin?Especially my disciples, how could someone crazy believe in me?My experience in the orphanage taught me not to think that people are trustworthy. 】
[I will not waste time cultivating faith, but if there are enough benefits, then I can conquer even feuding families! 】
No wonder your popularity is lower than that of the first generation, Ricardo complained in his heart. He heard many stories about Grindelwald at Beauxbatons, but no one said anything about Voldemort.
His charisma is not as high as that of Grindelwald, and his performance is also worse than that of Grindelwald. There is a big gap between you and Voldemort. Even I want to help you expel the Demon King!
But...you still failed in front of me.
That's right, after two months, Ricardo felt that this first mask would no longer be able to cover him.
A "fanatic believer" like him, who is full of flaws, could actually hide it for two months, which is already a sign of Voldemort's senile dementia.
So now, it's time to break the first mask and come to the second performance.
Ricardo secretly prepared the setting for the second request: full of ambition, but not overflowing, giving the remnant spirit of Voldemort a feeling that he could still control him.
[As a matter of fact, since you are my disciple, you are definitely not that stupid.Then you must be doing this because you want to get some benefits. Anyway, it can't be just for pure research. 】
First, eliminate one correct answer. Ricardo complained inwardly, but did not show it on his face.
[I have thought about why for a long time, and also observed you for a long time.Today... you finally showed your true colors, Jerry - you did this just for the sake of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets! 】
"???"
Ricardo showed a look of surprise, but he was smiling slightly in his heart.
Everything is under his control... This feels pretty good.
No wonder Dumbledore made such a plan last year... This feeling of playing chess is really intoxicating.
Voldemort, Voldemort... you planned it for so long last year, and I was able to counterattack in time, and in the end I almost won half the battle. But now... you, a soul with only young memories, are you worthy of fighting me?
The words in the air are getting faster and faster, and there seems to be a bit of the writer's complacency:
[You know, Jerry, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is full of attractions for everyone, especially Slytherins. If you ask me, if you don't think about this kind of thing, you can't be considered me at all. disciple. 】
[However, as my disciple, you can indeed go to the secret room and take a look. 】
"Is it really possible, mentor?" Ricardo's voice was full of "surprise".
【Yes.However, you have to find out from this picture that this is a test between a mentor and a disciple. 】
The writing disappeared into the air, and at this time, the picture resumed movement.
……
"I was just going to see the principal, sir," Riddle said.
"Okay, go to bed." Dumbledore said, staring at Riddle with the penetrating gaze that Harry was very familiar with. "It's best not to hang out in the corridors these days. Now that..." He sighed heavily, said good night to Riddle, and strode away.
Riddle watched him walk out of sight, then quickly walked down the stone steps leading to the underground classroom. Ricardo watched from behind, analyzing his every move.
Riddle did not take him to a secret passage or a secret tunnel, but to the underground classroom where Snape took Potions class.The torch was not lit, so when Riddle almost pushed the door closed, Ricardo could only see Riddle standing motionless at the door, staring at the passage outside.
They stayed there for at least an hour.He could only see Riddle's figure standing at the door, peeking out from the crack of the door, waiting like a sculpture.Then, there was movement outside the door.
Someone was walking quietly in the passage.He heard the man walking past the underground classroom where he and Riddle were hiding.Riddle was as silent as a shadow, sidled through the crack in the door, and followed.
For about five minutes, they followed that lead.Finally, Riddle suddenly stopped, tilting his head to listen to the sound that just appeared.
A door creaked open, and someone whispered something in a hoarse voice.
"Come... come out, come up here... come... come to the box..." This man's voice seemed a bit familiar.
Riddle jumped suddenly and turned around the corner.Ricardo could see the dark figure of a large boy squatting in front of an open door with a large box beside it.
"Good evening, Ruburt," said Riddle sternly.
The boy slammed the door and stood up. "What are you doing here, Tom?"
Riddle took a few steps closer. "It's over," he said. "I have to report you, Rubeus. They are discussing closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop."
"What did you say—"
"I know you didn't mean to kill. But a monster isn't an ideal pet. I guess you just let it move around, end—"
"It didn't kill anyone!" the big boy said, taking a few steps back and leaning against the closed door.
There was a strange rustling and clicking sound behind him.
"Come on, Rubeus," Riddle said, moving closer. "The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow. Hogwarts can at least ensure that the guy who killed their daughter is brought to justice." Kill..."
"It's not it!" the boy yelled, his voice echoing in the dim passage, "It won't! Never!"
"Get out of the way," said Riddle, drawing his wand.
His spell illuminated the corridor with a sudden burst of fire.The door behind the large boy flew open, sending him flying against the opposite wall with such force.
A huge, hairy low body, a ball of black legs, many shining eyes, two pair of pliers as sharp as knives——
Riddle raised his wand again, but it was too late.The creature fled, knocking him to the ground, then dashed down the corridor and disappeared.Riddle stumbled to his feet and looked at its back.He raised his wand, but the big boy jumped at him, grabbed the wand, and knocked him to the ground, shouting, "No—!"
Then, the world began to spin, and the surroundings became pitch black.Ricardo felt himself falling, and finally landed in his office with a loud bang.
[So what is that monster, my little disciple? 】
A voice echoed in his ears, like a low laugh.