Chapter 107: The Generation Gap
Voldemort squinted out the window, his gaze distant.
"The spell pattern on your hand is very interesting. It seems Dumbledore has sensed that I am in the castle, spying on the Philosopher's Stone."
Clearly, old Voldy had realized he was awake.
Voldemort didn't turn around, merely gazing at the spire of a high tower of the castle outside the window.
"He doesn't know what trump cards I have, how I just can't be killed, ha." Old Voldy sneered.
"My teacher, who seems to know everything, is also confused for once. How truly interesting."
"How to escape death, a fascinating subject."
"Of course, he has this confidence that even if I'm right here, right in the school, I can't possibly harm anyone. What confident to the point of conceited arrogance."
Anton pursed his lips and said nothing.
At a time like this, anything he said would be wrong. He'd rather treat the person before him as Quirrell.
Yes, he is just Quirrell, very good.
"Look at those youths on the Quidditch pitch..." Old Voldy was still talking, "Harry Potter? Ha."
"He's really getting senile, actually expecting a child like that to kill me? Preferring to believe in some prophecy?"
Old Voldy shook his head, seemingly quite emotional, "Then again, I also failed once because of that prophecy."
He turned around and looked at Anton.
"Do you know why Dumbledore has been wary of me from the very beginning?" Old Voldy's lips curled up, "Because he saw his own shadow in me."
"I saw that letter, oh, how very interesting. Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald, he expounded on his philosophy, wizards ruling over Muggles, for the greater good."
"Grindelwald believed his nonsense and devoted his entire life to it, while he hid in the castle like a coward to be a teacher."
"Defeating this dark wizard who threatened the entire world, locking him up in Nurmengard Castle, what a great white wizard." Voldemort sneered.
"He's just a coward. He got scared, he backed down, that's all."
"He knows it's for the greater good, but he can't stand war, can't stand bloodshed, can't stand seeing people die. But this is the necessary path of revolution, such false hypocrisy."
Anton pursed his lips, still saying nothing.
Voldemort stared at Anton with great interest, "I see my shadow in you, but unlike Dumbledore, I am quite pleased by this. I intend to invite you to participate, to participate in this great revolution."
Anton still said nothing.
"You look like you want to say something but are holding back. You can speak freely." Voldemort pointed at the magical pattern on Anton's wrist, "The greatest white wizard of this century's spell against me, ha, you know I can't harm you."
That was true, old Dumbledore had promised it himself.
Since that's the case...
Then why the hell should I be afraid of you!
Taking a light breath, "Someone once said I'm very charismatic, and I do have my own ideas and abilities. When I grow up, I will indeed have the power to bring about change." Anton was not being modest at all.
"But..."
"Wizards? Muggles?"
Anton sneered, "What the hell does that have to do with me!"
Voldemort was stunned, truly shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"My life is very tiring, Professor." Anton glanced at Voldemort, his eyes hazy, "I used to be mediocre, diligent and conscientious, and all I wanted in life was a house to shelter me from the wind and rain. Now I study and practice hard, but it's only so I can live a good life."
"Everyone has their misfortunes. You can say you don't like this world and plan to change it, but I'm different. If I don't like it, I will gain the power to make all the bad things stay away from me."
"Change?"
"Change my ass, I'm not interested!"
"While I'm alive, don't bother me. After I'm dead, who cares if the world is flooded."
"This is what I truly think. If Dumbledore were standing here, I'd say the same thing." Anton stared at Voldemort, "The only things that can still pique my interest now are the wonderful food and mysterious magic of the wizarding world, and that's it."
"You guys have nothing better to do, one plans to change the world, the other plans to stop people from changing the world."
"Ha..."
"What the hell does that have to do with me!"
Anton got up and left, pulling the door open and walking straight out.
He just wanted to live an exciting life, to see the food and magic. If he got killed for refusing Voldemort, that would also count as an exciting encounter. Hmm, dying wouldn't be so bad, at least it's better than dying of old age after a mediocre life.
He had always been like this. Because he had a casual view of life and death, he could live more freely, more excitingly.
"Nothing better to do?"
In the office, Voldemort repeated this sentence in disbelief. This was the most ridiculous evaluation he had ever received in his life, this very sentence!
This student he had taken a liking to gave him such a comment?
"What the hell does that have to do with me?"
What kind of bizarre thought process was this?
Are all young people like this nowadays?
Voldemort suddenly felt a huge chasm between him and this student—a generation gap!
In an instant, his entire worldview shattered.
"What in the world has happened to this world?"
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Anton was in a very bad mood, walking slowly along the castle corridor.
Many times, human nature cannot withstand testing. He admitted that even though he was a transmigrator, even though he had experienced so much, even though he was sometimes so brave that his past self wouldn't recognize him...
But he was still him, that ordinary, common person.
He didn't have the grand ambitions of Grindelwald and Voldemort, wanting to make the world bend to his will, nor was he as gentle as Dumbledore, doing his best to bring peace and tranquility to the world.
He just wanted to travel more, see more, eat more different things, and experience more of the supernatural magical world that he never had a chance to encounter in his past life while he was still alive.
The feeling was like...
He was here in the Harry Potter world as a tourist, not a complete part of this world.
He even felt a little lonely.
He sat down casually on the stairs, and the parchment and quill in his satchel flew out.
"Lupin, I'm homesick. I'm coming back for Christmas. Remember to make me egg fried rice. Even though your cooking is terrible, I still want to eat it..."
Anton wrote a lot, the orange lights in the corridor diffused, and a firefly flew around the lamp holder.
After finishing, he carefully folded it and put it in an envelope.
At least, there was such an anchor in this world, giving him a sense of being rooted.
He had a home in this world, and this thought brought him some warmth.
Lupin, Ilsa, Rosier, Anna, Nagini, the old wizard, Pedro. Faces flashed through his mind one by one, and he couldn't help but smile.
So he wrote another letter to Anna, "Are you coming back for Christmas?"
He walked briskly to the Owlery and asked a Hogwarts public owl postman to help deliver the letter. Anton generously took out a piece of a potion ingredient from his satchel for it. This soft-textured Mallowsweet stalk was very popular among the postmen.