Chapter 466 It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words

Professor Snape began to carefully recall all of Ron Weasley's impressions of Hogwarts.

But after thinking about it for a long time, the only characteristic that remained fresh in his memory was his big appetite.

He really couldn't remember what characteristics the other person had, except for the mischievousness that was common to adolescent boys.

The other person was almost an invisible person in Hogwarts, with the worst grades and not very outstanding appearance.

Compared with the little bastard in front of him, the other party is completely the opposite. One is dazzling, and the other has completely turned into air.

“But that doesn’t mean anything.”

Professor Snape, who was confused, decided not to make things difficult for himself. He followed the principle taught by Professor Carl that it is better to blame others than to make things difficult for himself.

Once again, the blame was put on Carl.

"It's normal for young people to have some resentment and ambition in their hearts. In the final analysis, you are just taking advantage of this."

"Besides, that's Voldemort. Although I now tend to agree with you that he is just a madman who likes to kill people."

“There is nothing good about it, but you have to admit that it is in terms of soul magic and certain aspects.”

"He is definitely the top genius in the entire wizarding world. It is too easy for him to seduce an 11-year-old boy."

"That's right." Facing Professor Snape's accusation, Carl did not deny it but nodded silently, and then touched his ring.

He took out a tattered diary and threw it on the table.

When he saw the diary, Professor Snape's pupils dilated a lot, and he drew out his wand and held it in front of him to protect himself.

There was a rare tension in his tone.

"Why is this thing here with you? It shouldn't be here..."

"With that red-haired kid, right?" Carl gave a meaningful smile and imitated Professor Snape's behavior just now.

Look at each other with squinted eyes.

"I said before that I would never give someone only one chance. If I spend a month patiently to unlock the Luban lock seal, it would take a while."

"If it is just a coincidence and teenage curiosity, then I will write to Mr. Weasley."

"Tell the truth directly to the other party and tell him that this is Voldemort's Horcrux, and ask him to send this dangerous item over."

"I even wrote him a letter, and what I received was a forgery so carefully prepared that you couldn't tell it was real at first glance."

"What's going on? After unlocking the Luban lock, he became more skillful and wants to show me his handicraft skills?"

This time it was Professor Snape's turn to remain silent, looking at the diary in front of him, which was hard to tell whether it was real or fake and exuded the aura of dark magic.

He was completely at a loss as to what to do for a moment. The workmanship of this fake was excellent, except that it did not contain Voldemort's soul.

It can be called a 1:1 replica. Even the most skilled counterfeiter in the entire British wizarding world may not be able to make such a perfect replica.

At the same time, while he was still admiring the fake in front of him, Carl's next words completely killed Professor Snape's confidence in defending the other party.

Carl just said with a smile.

"And if I told you that the diary was sealed by me, how would you feel?"

"What did you say??"

Professor Snape couldn't believe his ears and asked again.

"You mean that diary contains a sealing magic that you cast yourself, so how could he..."

Professor Snape didn't say anything else. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked into Carl's eyes.

He hoped to see a hint of lying in the other person's eyes, but unfortunately, he didn't find any.

This means that the other party is telling the truth, which is really terrifying. Although this little bastard in front of me does disgusting things.

But he also had to admit that in terms of magical level, the other party had far surpassed himself, perhaps even surpassing Dumbledore.

He would never forget the battle at Hogwarts at the end of the last school year, and the green flames that shot up into the sky.

And that black snow.

If this little bastard really put a sealing magic on the diary, it means that the kid named Ron.

It can withstand sealing magic comparable to Dumbledore's, as well as the seal of mithril metal magic runes.

I can also feel the evil power in the diary. How dark is the other party's heart and how big his ambition is to be like this.

This was the second time he felt terrified by a student. The last time he had this feeling was when he was facing the bastard boy in front of him.

"The obvious warning, the obstruction of the family, and the final backup magic."

Carl slowly stretched out three fingers, put away his smile and spoke seriously.

"I admit that I deliberately facilitated all this, but it's not like I didn't give the other person a chance. I'm a person who doesn't have any feelings."

"I don't have much patience or responsibility for people I don't care about. I'm a monster."

"But please remember, dear professor, the devil is always honest and will always give you a chance."

"Only God can break his promises and be unreasonable. We are in business."

"It's all his fault."

Hearing this, Professor Snape's face turned grim, but he didn't argue any further because it was completely meaningless.

If this kid didn't say anything, then all of this would no longer matter. I could just focus on the three conditions he mentioned.

Anyone who can still feel and accept Voldemort's temptation is already hopeless, and can even be said to be a perfect parasitic matrix.

But he never expected that this matrix did not come from his Slytherin House, but from Gryffindor House.

Sometimes reality always likes to play jokes, occasionally making people laugh.

"So what are you going to do?" After a short silence, Professor Snape spoke again.

"The other party has already attacked Harry. This can no longer be the behavior of that loser. Voldemort's control over that body has reached a new level."

"And this time he didn't do it himself, but asked those Gryffindor idiots to help, which shows his respect for those reckless people in Gryffindor House."

"We already have strong control. If we let things continue like this, I'm afraid the situation won't be good."

"Tell me, what kind of result do you want? How bad does the situation have to get before you are willing to take action?"

"What are you talking about, Professor?" Carl said with an unhappy face, "I am a student of Hogwarts. How could I let my school be put in danger?"

"I am just waiting for Voldemort's soul to fully recover and for Lucius and the other pure-blood nobles to lose all their wealth."