Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The best thing about being a bad guy is that he can overturn the table at any time.

The greatest tragedy of a good person is that once he flips the table, he is no longer a good person.

Mr. Crouch is an undisputed good man. Even if his son breaks the law, he can deal with it impartially.

But now, an evil person wants to make a deal with him.

In his opinion, this was a big joke.

But the problem is, that person never said anything about the deal.

After he suddenly appeared, the first thing he did was to adjust his relationship with his son.

Crouch thus entered a strange whirlpool.

No, are all the bad guys talking about relationships now?

When he was unable to struggle, he had no choice but to obey the other party.

Using his own heart as a mirror, he worked hard to come out of it after reaching a certain reconciliation with his son.

Arrange your clothes meticulously, return everything to its original state, and then...

Everything was broken again by Voldemort's madness.

If Voldemort had done this from the beginning, Crouch dared to say that he would have killed him.

In the face of evil and darkness, he has the courage and determination to fight to the end.

But in chaos, his thoughts, will, body, everything became chaotic.

then.

After he laughed at the other party and was shamelessly flipped over the table, he could never go back to his past.

He couldn't go back, especially when he asked:

"You must have had a plan early in the morning, right? What exactly do you want me to do?"

Voldemort smiled, very satisfied.

"I need you to rise to the top of your power. I need you to give Death Eaters a chance at life."

His words not only surprised Crouch, but also Malfoy and Nott.

Only little Barty glared at his father, hoping that he would agree to his master's request.

"I can't do it, You-Know-Who, I've lost everything."

Crouch slumped in his chair with some dejection. "They no longer trust me and even alienate me. My ability is the only thing they need."

Voldemort stepped forward and sat next to Crouch again.

This time, this man who was meticulous and isolated from evil did not choose to stay away from the other party.

He sat there and let Voldemort grab his shoulders fiercely.

"Ambition, Crouch, ambition."

Voldemort shook him so hard that even Crouch's hair became messy. Then he stared at the other person and said, "As long as you still have these two things, I can help you get back to the top."

"What should I do?" Crouch raised his head with a little pleading in his eyes.

This man was completely broken, mentally and physically, and Voldemort saw this in his eyes.

"Oppose pure-blood supremacy, continue to criticize me, raise the possibility of my resurrection, make all kinds of predictions about the terrible scenes that may happen in the magical world after my appearance, and then try to prevent it."

Voldemort's eloquent words once again surprised everyone.

No, are you playing so wildly now?

Is it okay to cut off my own escape route?

"But what's the point of doing this?"

Crouch was a little confused, and several others also looked at Voldemort in confusion.

"When one day, when I really show up, you will be the most correct one."

Voldemort stood up with a smile, looked at him condescendingly and bowed slightly, "You are the one that people's hearts yearn for."

Crouch's eyes widened, his usually rigid gaze filled with desire for power.

However, in just a second, he restrained this desire.

Yes, in my heart, Crouch is kind and hates evil.

He may choose to die and give up, but he will not choose to go along with the darkness.

But Voldemort had already laid the groundwork for this.

"Seek common ground while reserving differences, Crouch. At that time, you will be the most powerful person. You can use your power to seek common ground with me while reserving differences."

Voldemort looked at him and said in a seductive tone, "You can make rules. You don't have to turn a blind eye to me like Fudge. You can make the Ministry of Magic a better place and make the wizarding world proud of you, right?"

Finally, the last question plunged Crouch into an endless fantasy sea of ​​desire.

Countless pictures rose in his mind. He didn't know how it happened, but he just dreamed of it all:

A high mountain, and he stood on the top of it.

The wand in his hand was waving, and at his feet were wizards kneeling on the ground in an endless stream.

He is admired by all, he is watched by all the world, he is the savior of the wizarding world, and he is the king among wizards.

A smile gradually appeared on Voldemort's face. Sure enough, no one can resist temptation, especially with the blessing of magic.

Everything Crouch saw was the strongest desire in Voldemort's own heart.

People's emotions are never the same, but their desires are always the same.

"I do, Dark Lord, tell me how."

Crouch stood up, took Voldemort's hands and prayed.

"I'll help you, Crouch, and we'll take our time."

Voldemort smiled and reassured, "But first, we have to make a contract."

"What?"

Crouch wondered if he had heard correctly.

"Unbreakable Vow, sir, I need you to give my Death Eaters hope when you stand on the top of the mountain."

Voldemort said solemnly, "They made mistakes, and they can't change those mistakes, but they deserve to be forgiven. Only once, you give them a chance, but if they don't cherish it..."

He turned his head and glared at the three Death Eaters present.

"Use the power in your hands to punish them, and punish them more harshly than before."

Voldemort looked at Crouch again, his expectant eyes making Crouch feel sincere.

It was as if Voldemort wanted to teach him supreme authority and let him decide the fate of those evil people.

"I'm willing to do it."

Crouch said without hesitation.

"Please come here, Mr. Crouch."

Voldemort pulled him to the center of the hall. After shaking his sleeves, he held the other person's hand firmly with his own.

"Geraint, you come to administer the oath, let us fulfill each other, and let Mr. Crouch promise me that at the peak of his power, he will find hope for the Death Eaters."

Old Nott swallowed and glanced at Crouch to confirm that the other person's memory had not been manipulated or controlled by the Imperius Curse.

You know, this spell cannot take effect unless you do it voluntarily.

But he didn't see resistance in Crouch's eyes, there was a sea of ​​desire there.

Sure enough, it is easier to dye white into black than to bleach black.

So, he stepped forward, waved his wand solemnly, and recited the incantation.

Wires of fire spurted out from the demonic palm and intertwined between the two clasped hands.

Voldemort made his second Unbreakable Vow after his rebirth.

The first time, he did it for himself, to get a knight who was trustworthy and could protect his life.

The second time, he did it for the Death Eaters, to give those poor children a chance to walk in the sunshine again.

Every step is not easy, just because he has done too many evil things.

Fortunately, there are really few pure good people in this world. We are all ants struggling in the oven...

That’s all.