Morgoth looked at the young Tom Riddle and said calmly, "Very good. Compared to people like Dumbledore, it should be easier for the two of us to communicate with each other... Because compared to those who believe in 'love' and those who are obsessed with their own ideals, people who believe in power are easier to convince. Just like when Dumbledore first saw you, he used his power to make you admit your mistakes, right?"
Morgoth laughed. "What a hypocritical person. To a child full of suspicion and born cruel, Dumbledore chose to threaten and use violence to warn you and make you admit your mistakes."
"From this, Dumbledore is a hypocritical and smart person!" Morgoth smiled. "He saw through your nature at a glance and chose to use your own method to warn you... This proves two points. Dumbledore believes that you are a born cruel person, or rather, he believes that some people are born kind saviors, and some people are born to be the Dark Devil... This is different from what he claims. "
"Many of the professors at Hogwarts believe that you have become like this because they have not given you enough love."
"But Dumbledore claims that... you are just born evil and cruel."
"So when he first saw you in the orphanage, he burned a wardrobe in front of you, using the fierceness and violence of the fire to make you admit your mistakes. As for the Savior who is prophesied to end you, he placed him in an environment even colder and crueler than the one you were in the orphanage, letting him grow up in cold violence and contempt... Just because you are the Dark Devil and he is the Savior."
"Although wizards do not believe in religion, Dumbledore's views are the same as those Western Muggles who believe in Christianity. They all advocate something above 'man'. For Muggles, that is God, but for Dumbledore, I do not know what it is! It may be fate, or it may be some kind of philosophy. "
"They believe that everything operates under a certain philosophy that God, or Dumbledore believes in. Good and evil are inborn, prophecies are predetermined, and human nature has been determined before he was born... For example, you are Voldemort, and Harry Potter is the Savior!"
"In a sense, what Dumbledore believes in is even more rotten than your bloodline theory!"
Tom Riddle laughed. His temperament was elegant and calm, and his every move was more noble than those purebloods who claimed to be born nobles. It was no wonder that those purebloods would worship such a mud-born as their leader. Of course, the real reason was Voldemort's power, but it was also related to his bewitching temperament.
Tom Riddle was easy to like when he was patient and in disguise.
This was completely different from the madness and irritation, as well as the ferociousness and cruelty that he revealed after he split his seven soul fragments. Both Chen Ang and Morgoth believed that no one was born evil, but it was difficult for them to not be evil when they placed their soul fragments on items that had been enchanted with the Black Devil King and exposed their souls to the darkness, agitation, and distortion of black magic for a long time.
Furthermore, what was the difference between letting the soul leave the protection of the body and coming into contact with chaotic and distorted magic power and the candy that Eaters always gave out?
Voldemort had endured until now to show signs of madness, which was a testament to the strength of his will and the determination of his heart. Morgoth admired this kind of madman who pursued eternal life. In the words of a martial cultivator, this was also a certain degree of firmness in the heart of the Dao.
Tom Riddle said in a low voice, "I'm glad that someone saw through Dumbledore's hypocritical face like me. Dumbledore believes that there is absolute good and evil in this world, but I don't think there is absolute good and evil in this world. The difference is only between the strong and the weak who can't tell the truth. In this sense, Dumbledore is a strong person … but he always indulges in the will of the weak. "
"So you're very regretful?" Morgoth asked in return. He shook his head and said, "No, Dumbledore is just insisting on his own will. Many people think that he stands on the side of the weak, but in fact, he is like us, standing on his own side. Carrying out his own will … not be moved by others. Do you think that Dumbledore is succumbing to the will of those people? In fact, he is driving them to carry out his will. "
"Dumbledore and you are both very good at grasping the weakness of the weak. You grasp their fear, and Dumbledore grasps their love … So, Snape once succumbed to you …"
Tom Riddle, no, it should be Voldemort laughed heartily. He nodded and said, "Yes, we are all experts … It's just that our goals are different. What I pursue, as my name says, is Voldemort — surpassing death, achieving eternity, and ruling over everything. And Dumbledore, he is too weak. What he pursues is actually a pair of woolen socks (in English, woolen socks refer to kinship or love). But in the process of carrying out our will, we are equally ruthless. "
"This should be the reason why we are strong."
But at this moment, Morgoth laughed coldly. "Strong?" He asked in return, then laughed. "No, no … to these people." He drew a circle on the heads of the Death Eaters with his wand and said, "You may be called strong, but now, I am here. And you or Dumbledore are actually no different from them … Both are weak. "
"Mental Retardation!"
Morgoth did not even wave his wand. Instead, he calmly uttered these two words and cast a classic arcane spell on Voldemort. The arcane energy absorbed from the Well of Eternity turned into a circle of green light that appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Voldemort. His exquisite arcane control suppressed part of the effect of Mental Retardation, so that Voldemort would not really become mentally retarded.
He only extracted all of Voldemort's wisdom and memories.
"Among all the living beings in the world of magic … only your ideals count." Morgoth nodded and smiled as he pointed at Tom Riddle.
"A Wizard who can't even defeat a monster without his wand can only be called strong in front of you!" Morgoth said as he glanced at the trembling Death Eaters.
"I didn't ask you to come out to discuss your 'weak' and 'laughable' beliefs with you, but to make my authority deeper and more firmly rooted in their hearts. I want these ants to experience deep fear whenever they think of me in their insignificant and short lives …" Morgoth's whispers echoed in everyone's ears.
"Now, you still don't know who you're facing."
"But you'll know soon enough!"
Morgoth raised his wand and whispered to Voldemort, who had a look of disbelief and hatred, "Malicious Transformation!" In the invisible force field of arcane control, Tom Riddle's body suddenly twisted. His face contorted in fear, but he could not struggle at all as he turned into a big black dog.
"I hope Sirius will like you now!" Morgoth said coldly to the black dog that Voldemort had turned into.
He glanced at Gru behind him. Gru, who had turned into Bojin, trembled and took out a bottle of powerful aphrodisiac in fear. Voldemort, who had turned into a big black dog, struggled violently, but Gru, who was afraid of Morgoth, pressed him down ferociously and poured the aphrodisiac into Voldemort's mouth.
"Send it to Sirius!" Morgoth said indifferently, "I'm giving Sirius a chance to take revenge with his own hands!"
"I hope he doesn't hate me … Not everyone has the chance to be the Dark Devil's man. The last person who did this was Albus Dumbledore."
Voldemort, who had turned into a big black dog, widened his eyes! His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Morgoth with extreme hatred. Morgoth lowered his head and said to him, "Hate me! Your hatred will give you strength. As long as a part of your soul remains in the soul vessel, you will not be able to resist me. "
"Pain and hatred will make you realize that you're still a weakling … Work hard to become stronger! At least get the 'Black Scripture of the Dead' and retrieve your lost soul fragments. Otherwise, you'll have to taste the humiliation of being manipulated by others again. "
"You should be thankful that Sirius is imprisoned here … Otherwise, a real dog would make you the laughingstock of the entire world of magic."
"Look!" Chen Ang pointed at the Death Eaters. They looked at Chen Ang with incomparable fear in their eyes. To the sensitive Voldemort, there was no longer the respect and fear in their eyes. Instead … there was a hint of strangeness. Morgoth laughed softly. "Look at them. Who would still fear you? Who would still be willing to be loyal to you from the bottom of their hearts?"
"This is what I want. They will submit to power, submit to me!"
Morgoth turned his head and berated, "Kneel!"
A Death Eater with disheveled hair and a dirty face was the first to kneel hesitantly, followed by the second. Gradually, the speed at which they knelt became faster and faster. There were fewer and fewer people standing. After a while, there was not a single Death Eater left standing in front of Voldemort. They knelt in the cell. Morgoth waved his wand in his hand, and the Dark Devil Mark on the Death Eaters' left wrists suddenly appeared.
The Death Eaters felt a sharp pain as if their flesh was being gouged out. All of their Dark Devil Marks disappeared, and in exchange, their right hands felt as if they were being scorched by hot iron. An active Fire Dragon Mark slowly entrenched itself on their right arms, swimming towards their hearts.
"Hate me!" Morgoth smiled. "Your eyes are very powerful now … This is what I want."
Morgoth turned to the former Death Eaters and said, "You're loyal to the Dark Devil King, not Voldemort. That's good, I don't have to go on a killing spree. Although you can work for me whether you're alive or dead, I still hope that I can have some living people under me. Wizards, not house-pets or Undead creatures." He turned around and returned Gru to its original form.
"If anyone disobeys my order, I won't give him a second chance. I'll turn him or her into a house elf, just like Bojin Boke."
Hearing him say Gru's name, a low gasp came from the former Death Eaters. Morgoth coldly extended his wand and turned the former Death Eater who made the sound into an equally ugly house-pet. The powerful power of Baleful Polymorph immediately took root in all the former Death Eaters.
"Master!" The house-pet screamed frantically. "Master, no, please, Master …" But Gru quickly phased back and took him away.
"You see, loyalty is cheap." Morgoth laughed softly.
The Death Eaters below were even more frightened and frightened. All of them knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
"Now, the Dark Devil you are loyal to is me, Morgoth!"
"As the new Dark Devil King, I order you to contact your companions who are not in Azkaban, inform them of this change, and bring them here. If they do not obey, then use the power of the mark I gave you to bring them here by force. This mark is called the Star of Mirko. Through this mark, you can sense the power of the Star of Mirko in the sky. "
"This power allows you to contact me and borrow my power."
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