Chapter 111 Voldemort's True Purpose
Voldemort leisurely admired Anton's expression, licking the corner of his mouth as if scrutinizing a delicious meal.
Anton's brow furrowed.
He had only one thought in his mind—why now?
Why suddenly lay everything bare at this moment? Clearly, it had reached a turning point that Anton was unaware of!
The wand in the hidden clasp of his sleeve slid down, its tail gently slipping into his palm.
At the same time, the fingers of his left hand moved slightly, unhooking a hidden clasp, and a highly elastic leather band tightened around his fingers.
With just a slight straightening of his fingers, the device on his arm would launch the spare wand into his hand. This was a precaution against 'Expelliarmus'.
"Hahahaha..." Voldemort spread his arms, laughing heartily.
"I noticed you when you were just an ordinary student, Antonin Weasley."
He looked down at Anton in the chair, who at this moment seemed so small and helpless, "I have Snape to thank for this. He paid special attention to you, which brought you to my attention."
Thud!
He slammed his hands on the desk, leaned over and lowered his head to get closer to Anton, staring intently at Anton's face, "It's like looking in a mirror, seeing someone so similar to myself."
Anton looked at him coldly, "Is that so?"
"Hahaha." Voldemort's laughter grew even more unrestrained, "Look at this calm and composed appearance. Clearly scared to death, yet not showing a hint of it. It's just too familiar. Oh, I used to be like this with Dumbledore, haha."
"Expelliarmus!"
Whoosh.
The wand in Anton's hand flew through the air and landed gently in his palm.
"I was right about you." Voldemort held the wand with two fingers, stroking it with his other hand, and smiled faintly, "Yew wood!"
"Due to its poisonous sap, yew is often associated with magic and death. After the outer old wood of the yew tree dies, a new tree will continue to grow from the center, so it is regarded as the 'immortal tree' and also symbolizes reincarnation."
He raised an eyebrow, "My wand is too."
Anton sighed. Great, old Voldy had found another thing in common.
Voldemort extended a long, slender finger and flicked the wand lightly, "The core is a Thestral tail hair? How interesting. This core is considered unstable and difficult to use in wandmaking."
"Of course, this is also why I've taken an interest in you."
Voldemort casually tossed the wand onto the desk, looking at Anton with a smile, "Unstable, on the verge of death, yet miraculously full of life."
He strolled casually around the office, waving his wand, and beams of magical light covered the entire office, "I'm talking about your soul, Anton."
"Your soul is so unique, a twin soul?"
"Clearly, you have suffered from many dark curses, even Unforgivable Curses. Your soul looks shattered, like a pile of mush."
"You should be glad for the existence of that other unconscious soul. It was he who sustained you through the perilous early moments when your soul was on the brink of dissipating."
"I was thinking at the time!" Voldemort turned to look at Anton.
"This is simply a gift from heaven, for such a mushy soul to appear before my eyes. It's so wonderful, so magical." Voldemort spoke in a theatrical tone, "I just need to clean out your memories, your will, your emotions, and so on, and this soul will be the best tool to repair my own."
"Not only that..."
Voldemort was clearly overjoyed, "Due to the nature of your twin soul, I can also be reborn in your body! Anton, you are so unique! Simply perfect!"
Anton pursed his lips, still not speaking.
Although he really wanted to complain that villains die from talking too much, he really had no spells to resist with, and the proud Dumbledore obviously wouldn't have expected Voldemort to make a move at this time.
Now he could only pray that the dragon-rune spell Dumbledore had re-forged would be effective.
His brain worked rapidly as Anton constantly thought of a way to break the stalemate.
He had guessed Voldemort's desire for eternal life, but he hadn't guessed that the best way wasn't the Philosopher's Stone, but himself!
This is so messed up.
Sigh.
Voldemort was still chattering on over there, "Unfortunately, in this wretched body I'm possessing, the power I can exert is no longer enough to remove that twin soul from your soul."
"A small obstacle!" He smiled smugly, "So who else has the ability to help me achieve this?"
Voldemort's lips curled up slightly, "Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore is indeed the most powerful wizard." Voldemort mentioned this, but there was no admiration on his face, "But when it comes to understanding the soul, there is no one in this world stronger than me."
"I frequently called you to the office for instruction. The sensitive Dumbledore couldn't possibly continue to ignore you."
"It wasn't easy. I paid a great price to control this body to teach you, and I had to secretly cast spells on you."
"Cast spells?" Anton was stunned, "I didn't notice!"
"Hahahaha..."
Voldemort laughed so hard he bent over, "Notice? How ridiculous, notice! It would be strange if I cast a spell and you noticed it. Let alone you, as long as he's not present, Dumbledore wouldn't know either."
He paced the office with a smug look, "How could he possibly guess that what I cast on you wasn't dark magic? Heh, does he think I only know dark magic?"
"In the Forbidden Forest, when you suddenly advanced from that ridiculous 'moving action figure' to summoning a werewolf knight, didn't you find it strange?"
"Of course, you are also very smart and outstanding. But most importantly, I helped you strengthen your soul."
"Time after time, little by little, very, very carefully."
"But there was a small accident. I originally just wanted to disrupt the balance between you and that unconscious soul, so that you would faint into a living death at some critical point, which would then prompt Dumbledore to act. I didn't expect this day to come so early."
"How wonderful!"
Voldemort elegantly raised his wand, pointing it at Anton, "He just prepared you like this, placing you in your most delectable state right before me."
"You should feel honored. You are about to become a part of me, a part of greatness."
Anton's expression remained level as he looked coldly at Voldemort, "And then? You devour my soul, get reborn in my body, and Dumbledore will know immediately. He knows I'm in contact with you and has been watching me all along."
"Once you're reborn, you can neither defeat him nor escape from Hogwarts. This plan is simply foolish."
"Foolish?" Voldemort was clearly provoked. He stared coldly at Anton, "I'll tell you what's foolish. Werewolves are XXXXX-class dangerous magical creatures. In the same class are the Basilisk, the Acromantula, the Manticore, and the dragon!"
Anton frowned, "Werewolves are essentially wizards. They shouldn't be classified as magical creatures!"
"Heh~" Voldemort sneered, "I have no desire to argue with you about this. After I am reborn in your body, you will see clearly what a werewolf is! To be both an XXXXX-class dangerous magical creature and a wizard, how powerful is that? Yet you only treat it as a transformation trick and even want to learn some ridiculous rope spell."
"Oh, you might not be able to see it then, what a pity. But Dumbledore will see it. It will be a big surprise for him."
He raised his wand again, pointing it at Anton, "Well then, let us finally give thanks for our teacher-student relationship during this time. Goodbye, my only student."