Chapter 846

"No." Tom Riddle smiled.

"What?" Bridget Baker didn't believe her ears——

He was ready to listen to Tom Riddle's quibbles, but was abruptly interrupted by the word "no".

"So, Mr. Riddle is really Voldemort?" But Bridget Baker was an accomplished politician after all, and immediately took a few steps back.

At the same time, his eyes drifted to the audience.

Bridget Baker's men in the audience also listened to the elegant music and immediately ran up to the stage and stood in front of Bridget Baker.

The crowd of onlookers, who had been lively just now, immediately fell silent.

They also heard the conversation between Bridget Baker and Tom Riddle. Therefore, not only did the wizards at the scene not think there was any problem with Bridget Baker's defensive attitude, they even took a few steps back in unison. .

Tom Riddle did not react much to the attitude of Bridget Baker and the wizards present. Instead, he took a step forward, passed Bridget Baker, and stood at the forefront facing the voters.

"Let's get to know each other again." Tom Riddle first looked up at the sky, then chuckled and took out his wand, quickly slid it in mid-air and wrote three shining names:

"Tom·Marvolo·Riddle"

Tom Riddle waved his wand fiercely——

Those letters automatically changed their order and became:

"I am Lord Voldemort"

"Voldemort is my past, my present, and my future." Tom Riddle said slowly.

The wizards in the audience were in an uproar.

At the same time, on the other side of the world, tens of thousands of kilometers away from Bhutan, in the Scottish Highlands of England, in the Hogwarts school hidden by magic.

The young Voldemort, who went by the pseudonym "Brendan Carson", was able to spend his summer vacation at Hogwarts because of his status as an orphan.

There were many little wizards who made the same choice as him.

At this time, Voldemort, who looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old child with freckles on his face, was walking in the deserted corridors of Hogwarts.

The summer sunshine penetrates into the patterned glass of the ancient windows and shines mottledly on the floor, reflecting flickering light spots. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, you can see the vast expanses of green grass in the school open space, like a sea, and the chirping of cicadas. The sound and vitality bring a touch of life to this ancient building that has stood for thousands of years.

Farther away, the looming lake was glowing with light, and the willow trees beside the lake swayed in the wind, making a soft rustling sound. The air is filled with the fragrance of fresh grass and the moist smell of lake water.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon in the UK time, and the afternoon sun in the Scottish Highlands was not familiar to London. At this time, most of the young wizards who stayed in school were feeling the refreshing effects of cooling magic in their dormitories.

Not even the teachers who stayed in the school to look after him were willing to appear in the old and stuffy corridors of the school at this time.

Voldemort looked at everything around him unscrupulously——

Hogwarts was once his home, where he spent many lonely but free summers, and every corner was filled with his memories and secrets. He cherishes every stone, every window, every patch of grass here.

Voldemort loves this place, but at the same time——

He also deeply hated this place, Dumbledore, Tiera, and Harry Potter, the son of the prophecy. The failure and humiliation these people brought to him were unforgettable.

But it's okay, it's okay.

This is all coming to an end.

The innocent and lovely face of young Voldemort was filled with a cruel smile.

A few more minutes. A few more minutes.

Everything here will cease to exist.

It's not important, nothing is important anymore, the past attachments, honors and disgrace are not important anymore.

Because soon you will be the only one left, the only "god" you have!

Soon, soon

The young Voldemort's smile became more ferocious as he paced the corridors of Hogwarts Castle like an eagle.

Africa, on the Cameroon volcano, at an altitude of nearly five thousand meters, in the thin air, there is a man with no hair, no lips, only two slender nostrils on his bare face, and his fingers are like pale spider feet. A man wearing only a large hooded cloak sat on a suspended throne.

The throne seemed to be made entirely of gold, and there was still a cluster of flames burning above his head. It was a golden flame of the same color as the throne, quietly emitting a stream of light like molten gold.

"Soon... soon..." There was uneasiness and expectation in his voice, as if he was waiting for a major event to happen. His body looked extremely pale under the direct sunlight of the high altitude, like the skin color of a dying person, revealing a kind of morbid beauty.

As time passed, the air around his body began to distort, and the entire image of the person seemed to become more illusory, like smoke that was about to dissipate. The high throne, the golden flames, and his repeated words all make this scene full of mystery and foreboding. The surrounding environment was so harsh, and the air was so thin that it was almost impossible to breathe, but he seemed to be incompatible with it all, existing on a completely different level.

On the other side, in the highest tower of Hogwarts, the principal's office, Dumbledore and Tiera were playing chess and drinking tea there as usual.

"I can't imagine that I would agree to such a big plan of yours, allowing you to take Hogwarts, Bhutan, and even the entire European magic world to make trouble." Dumbledore took a sip of tea and said helplessly.

"It's not that you can't imagine agreeing." Tierra made a move, "but you have no way to say no."

"My situation is set, and destiny is hard to defy." Tierra sighed.

"Gellert once called himself destiny." Dumbledore sighed and leaned back on his chair. "No one can claim to be destiny. All those who claim to be destiny will eventually be abandoned by destiny."

"That's why we have to work hard and evolve hard." Tierra said, "until we evolve into destiny."

"Is that obsession really that important to you?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's important, very important." Tierra said firmly, "The obsession that has trapped us for a lifetime is exactly where our life is. It is like an invisible chain that tightly binds our souls and is a barrier that separates 'who I am' from 'what others think I am'."

"Our obsession is a perfect mirror, reflecting our imperfect selves." Tierra said.

Suddenly, Tierra's hand trembled, and a few drops of the black tea he was holding splashed out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Let's start," Tierra said.