Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

Wiltshire, Voldemort Manor.

A few months ago, it was also called Grindelwald Manor.

Lucas didn't expect that Voldemort would escape here in the end.

Gently push open the gate of the manor.

Looking at the dilapidated garden, Lucas sighed.

If Weta knew that her well-maintained garden had turned into such a dilapidated appearance, I'm afraid she would be furious on the spot.

Da da!

Stepping on the cobblestone path, Lucas came to the front of the villa.

Inside the villa.

Voldemort sat on an oriental chair.

It is said that this is Lucas's favorite thing, so he stayed here after he occupied it.

The two are separated by a door, and each knows that the other is on the other side of the door.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

Hearing the voice from inside the door, surprise flashed in Lucas' eyes.

click

He only exerted a little force, and the door of the villa was pushed open.

Voldemort was sitting in the hall directly opposite the gate.

"I thought you left a means of escape here, but now it seems that I am thinking too much."

Lucas waved his wand, and a chair fell behind him.

The two people who were at war just now are sitting face to face calmly at this moment. If others see it, they will probably be shocked.

"Lucas, do I call you that?"

"certainly."

Voldemort nodded slightly, then took out his wand and put it aside.

"Before you came in, I had been thinking about a question, what went wrong that caused my failure?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I still haven't figured it out, so I want to hear your opinion, would you like to tell me?"

"Why not?" Lucas also put his wand aside.

During this process 740, Voldemort didn't even look at the Elder Wand.

Lucas rubbed his chin, wondering where to start.

"Voldemort, as a wizard, it is undeniable that you are a peerless genius. Even my adoptive father is not as good as you. If I don't have elven blood, I can't compare with you either.

Hearing such an evaluation, Voldemort's expression was somewhat proud.

"Of course, I've been very confident about that, and then what? I want to hear why I failed.

Lucas considered for a while, then continued: "My father once asked me a question.

"What question?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"As a leader, how to gain power correctly."

Hearing this question, Voldemort fell into deep thought, and after a while he looked up at Lucas, beckoning him to continue talking.

"Scheming, strength, and charm are indispensable, but whether it is a shrewd mind, powerful strength, or unparalleled charm, they can actually be counted as a personality charm."

"Voldemort, I learned about your past from Mr. Lucius Malfoy, and I know that you used to have a very charismatic personality."

"But you choose to use fear to maintain your rule, especially after you pursue longevity and make Horcruxes, you use fear as the only means of rule."

"The result is clear at a glance. When you have a situation and become weak, the Death Eaters maintained by absolute strength will fall apart.

"If you had chosen to conquer them with your charisma, you should have gained a group of the most loyal subordinates. 27

Lucas paused after saying this (agdb) He needed some time for Voldemort to digest.

Voldemort lifted his big pale hand, gently stroking the brow.

He recalled all kinds of things and had to admit.

When I needed help the most, the Death Eaters chose to escape one after another.

The only Wormtail who went to look for him was just because he wanted to save his life.

"Perhaps what you said is right, what else? Continue."

Lucas sighed: "Because of your origin and childhood experience, after you gained great power, you chose to kill Muggles and bully ordinary wizards to quickly express your idea of ​​the supremacy of pure blood."

"Although this won the support of most of the pure-blood families for you, it also made everyone in the magic world hate you from the bottom of their hearts."

He originally thought that Voldemort would vehemently retort when he said this.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party nodded in a very flat manner: "What you said has some truth. Back then, I did inflict the pain I suffered in my childhood on the Muggles."

"I think you should know the story between my parents, and you must be familiar with my orphanage period.

Seeing Lucas nod, Voldemort continued: "If I had followed what you said, then I should not have applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but should have directly applied for the position of Minister of Magic."

"But I was too obsessed with the study of black magic at the time, and always wanted to research more powerful and frightening magic, so that in the end, because of the Horcrux, my personality changed drastically.

Lucas glanced at the other party in surprise.

"Surprised?" Voldemort asked with a smile.

"Indeed, I didn't expect you to change so dramatically before and after."

Voldemort sneered and said, "Lucas, it's because of your strength. Your great strength let me know that no matter whether you flee or resist, the end result will be the same."

"You and I, as the only legendary wizards in this world, only you have the qualification to talk to me, so you see, powerful strength is indeed better to use, right?"

Lucas nodded in agreement: "Indeed, but I still prefer to use my brain!"

After saying that, he pointed to his own head.

Voldemort chuckled and said, "After chatting with you like this, I suddenly feel like I've lost to you." It doesn't seem unacceptable.

"If you could have been born decades earlier, we might have become good friends. If this conversation had happened decades ago, would everything have been different?

Hear each other's emotions.

Lucas said firmly: "It will definitely be different, but unfortunately there is no 'if' in the world.

"Yeah, no 'if'"

Lucas didn't know what kind of mood Voldemort was in to say those words.

Just listening to the tone of voice contains emotions such as relief and regret.

But he didn't hear regret from the other party's tone.

For the rest of the time, the two talked about many topics like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

Voldemort had traveled the world when he was young, and had come into contact with many ancient magics. His knowledge reserves were even comparable to a small library.

It was rare for him to open his heart, and told Lucas about the interesting things about his previous travels and the magic he had collected.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The two people who were originally sitting on the chairs came to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the living room at some time.

Voldemort fantasized about what he used to be, and his appearance gradually changed into the handsome nobleman he was decades ago.

"It's really good magic!" Voldemort looked in the mirror with satisfaction, and then returned to the master's chair and sat down.

"bring it on!"

The Gryffindor sword appeared in Lucas' hands.

Looking at Voldemort who was calmly facing death, Lucas said solemnly: "It's a pleasure meeting you, Tom Riddle."

"Me too, Lucas Grindelwald, I hope your goals can be accomplished."

Voldemort, no, Tom Riddle replied with a smile.

Just before the blade was raised high and was about to fall, Riddle suddenly said: "You have to be careful about Harry Potter, I saw something in his mind before heading to the dock.

"thanks, I will!"

Dawn rose from the east, and the first ray of sunlight shone into Grindelwald Manor.

Lucas stood in front of the villa, looking up at the sun.

"Everything is over, this sunrise is really beautiful, it's a pity you can't see it anymore."

Finish this sentence.

Lucas left the manor.

The golden sunlight shines into the villa through the open door.

Tom Riddle was facing the rising sun with a gentle smile on his face.

If he didn't have the sword in his heart, maybe others would mistakenly think that he was welcoming the sun.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the ultimate achievement: the unique devil; reward: the title "The Strongest Dark Lord in History"; a chance to draw a legend. 】

[The Strongest Dark Lord in History: Wearing this title can make your enemies timid, suppress the enemy's strength by 10%, and increase the damage of black magic by 20%]

Hogwarts.

Everyone is anxiously waiting for Lucas' return.

Everyone was curious about what the final outcome of Voldemort would be.

Dumbledore sat with Grindelwald, and the two exchanged opinions in low voices.

Although it seems that Lucas is stronger.

But Voldemort, as a legendary wizard, if he wanted to escape, even Merlin should be helpless.

"Look, Lucas is back!"

A loud shout came from the open space, and a hole was gradually torn open in the place the other party was pointing at.

Seeing Lucas appear unharmed.

Everyone stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to announce the result.

Lucas looked around at everyone, showing a gentle smile.

"Everyone, Voldemort is dead, we win!"

The crowd was silent for more than ten seconds, followed by cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Rita Skeeter came into contact with the Animagus form, and kept taking pictures with the magic camera in her hand.

Voldemort died, and the news of the second victory over wizards quickly spread back to the "Daily Prophet"

It didn't take long for newspapers to be carried by owls to all parts of England. .