Chapter 163 Dumbledore: Next Time You Come To Me To Seek Personal Gain, Can You Come When There Is N
Seeing that Tom seemed to know himself very well.
Blake actually didn't think so.
In fact, it's not the same as Tom.
Because of the existence of Mrs. Marianne.
When he was in the orphanage, he was much happier than Tom had been.
And Blake himself wasn't as shady as Tom had been.
Use your awakened magic power to bully other children at every turn.
He really didn't understand why Tom would like to do this kind of thing in the first place.
Voldemort saw that Blake was silent.
I thought Blake had been told what was on his mind.
Therefore, the intensity of demagogy has been increased.
"Listen..... Blake, you're gifted with magic.'
"And such a good magical talent should not be bound by any factors!"
"You are born strong, you should be your own master! Otherwise, it would be a shameful waste of your powerful talent!"
"Although I don't intend to offend, I still want to say that Dumbledore's restraint and distrust of you have hindered your pursuit of power."
Blake looked up at Quirrell angrily.
"Professor...you shouldn't have said that to me."
"Professor Dumbledore adopted me and rescued me from the mire!"
"So.....even if he really.....restrains me. I think it's for my own good!"
"Sorry, Professor, I think I should go."
"However, you can rest assured that I will not tell Dumbledore about our conversation tonight!"
Blake stood up, making an appearance of leaving.
Voldemort smiled, "Really? Are you really willing?"
"You obviously have a better future."
"You can obviously pursue a stronger power!"
"You should remember, that powerful force..."
"You should have experienced the wonderful feeling when you master that powerful power!"
"But that kind of power... Dumbledore will never teach you!"
Blake stopped cooperatively.
It seems very hesitant, very tangled!
"Nothing should be a stumbling block on your way to becoming stronger!"
"Yes, I said anything!"
"Including... Dumbledore!"
Blake turned around abruptly, and said, "Enough! I can't...not betray Dumbledore!"
Voldemort still had a smile on his face.
It seemed that the reaction of the boy in front of him was completely within his expectations!
Yep, he'd already turned Blake's reaction all the way down.
Blake and Barty Jr. have similarities.
But not quite the same either.
Barty Jr. lacks paternal love, or in other words, lacks attention!
I just need to give him a little attention, a little...similar to the care of the elders.
He will treat himself like a father.
But Blake was different.
Dumbledore seemed wary of him though.
But it looks good on him.
Therefore, Blake's current reaction is the most reasonable.
If only he'd happily decided to betray Dumbledore and join his side.
That's the ghost!
Therefore, Voldemort had foreseen Blake's refusal at the beginning.
Blake's only conflict with Dumbledore is Dumbledore's strong desire to control him.
With Dumbledore watching, Blake is doomed to have no access to the dark arts he so desires!
It was enough for Voldemort to know that.
Voldemort is very confident!
In this world, no one who pursues power can resist the temptation of black magic!
"How can you say you're betraying Dumbledore? You're only after power!"
"How many people in this world are not living for what they want?"
"Some people are after money, some are after power, some are after beauty."
“They all feel that these pursuits are rightful!”
But why does it turn into betrayal when it comes to pursuing power?"
"Didn't you say it yourself during the first club event of the Dueling Club?"
"Everyone has the right to pursue Emperor Li!"
"Did you forget what you said yourself?"
Blake fell silent again.
The slightly contorted expression on his face told Voldemort that the child was struggling with the minister.
Voldemort knew it was half done.
If Blake really rejected himself completely.
Then he would leave the place without hesitation, and Dumbledore report himself.
But now, he is hesitating.
And when he wanted to leave just now, he said that he would not tell Dumbledore about tonight's conversation.
This is already very telling.
For giving up the pursuit of power, giving up exposure to black magic.
This child is very unwilling.
Voldemort could see it in his eyes!
Because...he was like that back then.
Looking at his unwilling eyes, it was as if he saw himself hiding in the bathroom looking in the mirror back then...
He had sworn to himself in the mirror.
Never allow others to coerce you with power stronger than yourself!
At that time, the eyes in the mirror.
It's exactly the same as Blake now!
"Okay...you can think about these things slowly after you go back."
"I just want to ask you now...have you read the travel book I gave you?"
Blake nodded.
"So... the magic inside. You learned it too?"
Blake was silent for a moment.
"I'm afraid to try it. But I can feel it.....it's powerful..."
Voldemort was satisfied that Blake was saying he hadn't dared to try, not that he hadn't learned yet.
This proves that this gifted child has mastered the magic.
At least in theory, it's fully under control!
He believed that there was no need for him to panic!
"Of course it's powerful..." Voldemort opened his mouth, and he spat out a ball of fire into his hand.
From far away, Blake felt a hot burning sensation on his skin!
This is Voldemort's dark arts attainment.
Even if it's not your own body.
But a powerful black magic such as Fiercefire Curse is difficult to control.
He can still manipulate it at will like a normal flame.
Voldemort saw the shock in Blake's eyes.
"How is it? Is it as powerful as you imagined?"
Blake nodded, then shook his head again.
"Stronger than I thought..."
With a flick of Voldemort's hand, Fiendfire disappeared.
As if it never existed!
"You should have mastered all the theoretical knowledge of this magic, right?"
Blake nodded hesitantly.
Voldemort gave another satisfied smile.
Since Blake said so....
Then he must have simulated the process of releasing the Fiendfyre Curse countless times in his mind!
He has suppressed it for too long, and just needs an excuse, an excuse to release black magic!
Voldemort decided to let him in to give him that excuse.
"Then...show me."
Blake was still hesitating.
"It's okay, a little wizard like you can only release a small flame at the beginning."
"Because your magic power is not enough to make this bit of Fiendfire bigger."
"So... cast it with confidence, I will guide you by the side."
"And teach you how to properly control this Fiendfyre."
Voldemort said confidently.
Blake hesitated, "Really? Can you really help me?"
"Don't worry, I can help you. No one knows more about the Dark Arts than I do." Voldemort said into Quirrell's face.
Blake twitched his lips secretly, this guy is not trying to hide it...
"So... I'm going to start."
"Well, show it." Voldemort held his wand between the index and middle fingers of his right hand and looked at Blake with interest.
In fact, Blake did not use the aftermath spell.
After all, if he wanted to use fire, he would usually use Gublei Immortal Fire directly.
So, while he fully memorized the casting spells and gestures in Quirrell's travelogue...
But actually releasing the Fierce Fire Curse, this is the first time a big girl gets on the sedan chair.
He murmured a spell softly, then held the wand, and began to wave the wand according to the trajectory recorded in the travel notes.
Voldemort nodded, with such an unskilled movement, it seemed that he had never used the Fiercefire Curse.
However, although his movements were unskilled, he did not make mistakes!
This is exactly what Voldemort appreciates about Blake!
His talent in the dark arts is indeed frighteningly high!
"Okay......cast the magic power slowly..." Voldemort guided from the side.
"Then, when the little flame appears, remember to say the manipulative spell..."
However, Voldemort's words were not finished yet.
"boom!"
A huge mass of flames rushed towards Voldemort's face, covering the sky and covering his face!
A ferocious skull seemed to flash through the huge flames!
"Ugh! Not good!" Voldemort was taken aback!
Fortunately, though, he was holding his wand the whole time.
He raised his wand, and there was a great cloud of Fiendflame in the air!
Voldemort looked at Blake angrily.
Then I saw the terrified look on his face.
he did not do it on purpose?
Suspicious Voldemort flicked his sleeves.
The ball of Fiendfire in front of him immediately dissipated into nothingness!
He really wasn't talking big.
His attainments in the dark arts are indeed unparalleled in the world...
At this time, although Blake had a terrified look on his face.
But now my heart is full of joy!
Because of the system prompt, Voldemort was scared and slowed down a golden treasure chest just now!
Voldemort said with a livid face, "You almost burned me to death just now..."
Blake looked bewildered.
"Sorry... are you okay? I.... I don't know why it's so hot..."
"I thought it would be the little flame you mentioned"
Voldemort also came back to his senses at this time.
hiss......
Generally speaking, when an eleven-year-old little wizard uses the Fiercefire Curse for the first time, because the magic power is weak, he may not even be able to use it.
It is that some talented little wizards can be used, at most it is a small flame.
As long as this little flame is not allowed to burn anything, the harm is minimal.
But Blake...
He's that age too...
It's the first time to use the Fierce Fire Curse, and you can actually summon a room fire of this size?!
Doesn't this mean that his magic power is stronger than his peers...
No! It is much stronger than ordinary adult wizards!
This is only eleven years old! If I grow up in the future......
Voldemort turned from anger to joy!
Genius! This is a black magic genius!
That old fool Dumbledore actually sent a black magic genius to his camp!
Once you have successfully brainwashed yourself.
Then there will be one more under his hand than
A better servant than Barty Jr.!
* `々Ding! Extremely excited emotions detected!」
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"
Blake looked down in guilt.
But he is actually doing expression management.
Otherwise, he was worried that he would not be able to help laughing out loud...
In Voldemort's heart, he already regarded Blake as a sharp sword to expand the territory after his resurrection in the future!
But now, what he has to do is to pay enough temptations to hold this sword firmly in his own hands!
Voldemort said: "Blake, have you experienced it? The power of black magic..."
"You almost killed me when you used black magic."
"Are you really willing to give up this kind of power?"
Blake looked up, "I'm not reconciled. Professor..."
"This power...can you teach me a little more?"
Voldemort laughed, "Are you determined to betray Dumbledore?"
"No... I... I'm just looking for power, which doesn't mean I'm going to betray Dumbledore!" Blake said firmly.
Voldemort sneered inwardly.
The first step to fall is to find an excuse for yourself to convince yourself!
Now, he has taken the first step!
By the time Blake leaves that classroom.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening.
He looked at the few pieces of parchment in his hand.
A trace of disdain flashed across his face (De Li's).
He remembered what Voldemort had said to Quirrell in Quirrell's face before he left.
"After you finish learning the black magic recorded on the parchment, you can come to me again, and I will teach you other things.
"Since you're not going to betray Dumbledore, you'd better not let him know that you secretly learned the Dark Arts."
"I have always welcomed children who pursue great power..."
Blake crumpled the pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his pocket.
I thought it was some kind of black magic.
The result is Cruciatus....
The Cruciatus Curse is also worthy of being called a powerful force?
He's learned this since he was eight years old, without even using a wand or spells.
He seems to have been born with a knack for this kind of magic...
When he was still in the orphanage, he used this magic.
Secretly tortured a gangster who bullied orphans to death.
Later, that gangster never appeared again...
After Blake confirmed that Quirrell had left.
Just walked straight to Dumbledore's office.
Xiao Bai, who had been hiding in his pocket just now, only popped his head at this time.
"Aren't you overwhelmed? Let's go to the headmaster's office. I'll treat you to sweets. There are plenty of them at Professor Dumbledore's!"
"If Blake cuts class again, I'll..." Snape's words were still unfinished.
The door of the principal's office was opened.
Blake walked in.
He glanced at Snape with a smile, and then warmly greeted Dumbledore, who was covered in black lines.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."
"How did you come?"
"May I ask you something?"
"What's up?"
"I want to go through the back door..."
Dumbledore's face scrunched up.
"The next time you ask me to use power for personal gain, can you come quietly?"