Chapter 192 I beg you, don’t mention anything about Slytherin

Rice's truth still hurt, but Riddle had no time to be angry, because at this moment he was already confused and confused: he didn't understand why his killing curse failed? It felt like throwing an ice pick into a can of molten steel and it vaporized halfway.

"You seem confused? Don't understand why your killing curse disappeared?" Les's voice sounded just right.

Riddle put aside the rest of his emotions at the moment and nodded to Rice.

He wanted to know how Les did it.

"The strength of the spell is related to emotions - you should understand this, right?" Rice didn't hide his secrets. Although he didn't have a good impression of Riddle, he still explained to him the dissociation spell he had just used very seriously.

Tom nodded again. He still understood the relationship between curses and emotions. Without strong enough and appropriate emotional support, even a death curse like the Killing Curse could only produce nosebleeds.

"But the carrier of the curse is magic power after all. I hope you can understand that wizards either mobilized the magic power in their bodies, or used the magic power in the environment, and then mixed it with emotions and various other auxiliary means to form All sorts of strange spells.”

"If you still understand what I mean at this point, you should be able to understand the dissociation magic I just used."

Riddle, standing opposite Rice, had a surprised look on his face: "So you used your own magic to build a [wall] in front of you, and then forcibly decomposed my killing curse?"

"Almost, but this requires me to know enough about the spell you use, otherwise such a thin layer of magic barrier will not have enough time to decompose your spell - compared to this, the Iron Armor Curse and its prototype are more reliable. "

"When did you..." Riddle couldn't help but murmur to himself: The boy in front of him obviously didn't have a wand and even his hands were tied, but he could still create a magic barrier in front of his eyes. What's even more amazing is that, I didn't notice it at all!

"This is a gap in strength, but also a gap in knowledge. I have always felt that it is extremely wrong for the current magic world not to teach the operation of magic power. You are even so slow that you cannot feel that I have established a magic barrier in front of you. This can almost be regarded as It's something visible to the naked eye." Rice transferred his magic power to his eyes, and a light blue "wall" less than a finger thick appeared in front of him.

Riddle sighed, feeling the gap between him and Rice.

"I didn't expect that after I fell asleep, the magic world would make such amazing progress. It's really unbelievable."

Les:…

Riddle's words seemed to cast a silencing spell on him, leaving him speechless.

Tom Riddle glanced at Les and decided to use another method to deal with Les. This method he had tried repeatedly was the most powerful magic he had learned when he was weak - language.

"Reacquaint yourself," Riddle said softly, "This is my real name in the past, present and future, Les Lint -"

He took Ginny's wand out of his pocket, drew it a few times in the air, and wrote three shining names: Tom Marvolo Riddle. Then he waved the wand, and the letters automatically switched. The position became [I am Voldemort]

"You should have heard of this name and my struggle for Slytherin's legacy." Riddle said regretfully: "Unfortunately, according to Ginny, I failed."

But he changed the subject, and the emotion in his words turned into temptation and teasing: "But it's different now. I met you. This is simply fate - no, the great Slytherin has a spirit in the sky to let you and me Encounter.”

"You and I do have a very unique bond. You will be of great help to me in the past, present and future." Rice interjected during Riddle's "speech".

Seeing Rice say this, Riddle couldn't help but cheer up: Great, he seems to have taken the bait!

Considering the inextricable relationship between the other party and Slytherin, Riddle decided to pick up some words that people in Slytherin House liked to hear.

Riddle actually has no "ideals". If he really wanted to realize the so-called "Slytherin cause", then why would he consider killing the pure-blood Ginny Weasley? From the beginning to the end, he was a profitist, and the "Slytherin legacy" and "restoring the glory of pure blood" he always talked about were nothing more than a cover.

His true state is to speak human words to others and to tell devils. In his eyes, Rice is from Slytherin House, so he naturally wants to adopt the pure-blood doctrine.

"We can definitely achieve the great ideal that Slytherin failed to achieve!"

Listening to Riddle's words, Rice couldn't help but feel a little bad: No, is he going to say that?

"Kill every Muggle-born wizard out there! Make Hogwarts clean again!"

Les: Sure enough.

At this moment, his expression was at the critical point between tense and unbearable.

I beg you, can you please stop doing this under the banner of Slytherin?

It's so embarrassing...

Although I was opposed to recruiting students whose parents did not have wizards, when they were admitted, they would be treated equally. At most, they would monitor their speech and pay attention to their thoughts.

It's better for you, just kill them all.

Les didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing a sentence that gave Rice a great "shock", Riddle nodded with satisfaction, and then began a passionate speech.

Looking at the gleaming letters floating in the air, and listening to Riddle's tongue-splitting words, Les sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Tom, you remind me of something, something I have seen before. .”

"Oh?" Although Les's tone made Riddle a little unhappy, he was still patient and asked with the friendliest expression on his face: "Can you let me know what it is?"

"It is a kind of dark creature. There are many dark creatures, like mushrooms, there are thousands of them, and they are so numerous that they can't be killed all. But the demons are the most unique type among them. They are the same as animals, but they can It makes the same sounds as humans, becomes similar to humans, and can also imitate human behaviors.

But all this is ultimately for better hunting, hunting humans, wizards, magical animals and even their own kind. In their perception, language, skin, and behavior are classified as weapons, just like their claws, poison sacs, and magic.

Tom Riddle, you are a monster in the skin of a wizard. Your appearance, behavior and the words blooming from your tongue are all your 'magic spell'. The rope on Rice's hand broke with a snap. He pointed at Riddle, or Voldemort, and said, "That's it. That's the end of the speech and preaching." "

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