Chapter 412: Chapter 411 Voldemort: I'm Happy
Draco's entire face froze when he heard the word Voldemort from Jon's mouth.
There was no hint of pretence in his horrified and panicked expression, his body trembled, and those reddened eyes stared at Jon.
"You, you, how dare you utter that name!"
Jon, however, had lost all interest in talking to him and instead simply grabbed him by the collar with one hand and forced Draco to the wooden door.
"I'm not testing, Voldemort, and if you really think I'm just trying to trick you, then we could just as well give the title to Draco Malfoy."
Draco subconsciously tried to struggle, but his body itself didn't have much strength, much less the ability to break free from Jon's grasp today!
And just as Jon was about to lead Draco into the room that held the Triwizard Cup, a black aura emerged abruptly from Draco's body!
Jon stopped moving his hands as if Draco had been turned into a soldering iron and threw him back down on the floor.
Draco panicked, and he obviously noticed that something was wrong with him, but he soon realised that he had no control over his body.
His mouth, which had been wide open from panic, gradually closed and then revealed an eerie, smirking expression.
The Draco standing in front of Jon was a completely different person, not just in the expression on his face, but in his demeanour and aura as well!
Black mist twisted around his body as he came to his feet from the ground and gently patted the dust from his robes while his eyes locked with Jon's.
"I'm curious, how did you guess it? I don't think you would have found anything wrong with him?"
The Gryffindor sword in Jon's hand wasn't lowered, and the wand was held similarly in his other hand as he looked coldly at the man who had completely taken over Draco's body.
"It's just me and Malfoy standing in front of this door now, it's a bit too much of a coincidence and smooth sailing for us isn't it?"
Voldemort shrugged as he stroked Malfoy's hawthorn wood wand.
"Can you still call this smooth? You could have really died just now if you hadn't found the Sorting Hat and pulled that sword out of it. That's what you fought to the death to get, Jon Green, and if that can be called smooth, is it only right in your eyes that I appear before you in person?"
He looked like he was having a good time talking, but Jon actually knew exactly where his desire to chat stemmed from.
"It took my desperate efforts to obtain this result, but both I and Professor Dumbledore have high esteem for your intelligence, Mr Riddle." Jon changed his address, the golden flames in his eyes looking as if they were leaping to the rhythm of his heartbeat, "You've tried very hard to deal with me, and have tried to scheme me personally; to take my life, but you've failed twice, once with the Lestrange's and once with the Dragon in the first task, and if this Triwizard Tournament is what you're ultimately after, then today is your last chance. This last time, I don't think you're going to pin your hopes on your man; even if you gave him a part of your soul, that's not good enough, these are just preparations, they're just preparations to get me to let my guard down and get the Triwizard Cup unsuspectingly; because, if nothing is to be done, then surely you, knowing me, know that I'm going to end up finding out because of suspicion, right? Am I right?"
"Malfoy is the perfect target, you know he's a worthless student and that's why you deliberately chose him to represent Hogwarts Castle, no one would be interested in a contestant like that, not to mention that Lucius Malfoy's previous contact with me would not have escaped your eyes and I even suspect that you deliberately let Lucius do that, to paralyse my attention on that account and make me drop my guard against him completely. And just now he arrived a little too coincidentally, it was such a coincidence that he was scheduled to enter the castle at sunset for the tournament, and such a coincidence that he arrived in the library just as I had finished with the Lestrange father and son. Perhaps he didn't necessarily know himself that you had in fact already had a subtle influence on his consciousness a long time ago."
Voldemort listened intently, he looked as if he was not half hostile to Jon, but instead, his gaze was full of admiration, the unabashed kind.
"Actually, you still haven't guessed what I'm thinking, Jon." He looked as if he was talking to a close friend, "It's only your vigilance and wariness that has led you to discover my secret regarding Draco Malfoy by mistake, but in truth, you still know nothing of my plans."
Jon wasn't in a hurry, villains die by talking too much, and now it was obvious that he was the good guy and Voldemort was the villain, so the more he talked, the quicker he would die, Jon certainly wasn't in a hurry.
"So, can you give me some answers to my doubts?"
"You've done something big, Jon, bigger than you can imagine."
Voldemort fixed his gaze on Jon with that same cold gaze that was always sinister no matter how much the smile on his face changed.
"It was on that tower, the moment that pact was torn up from the hands of that fool Stoker who was so intent on flying to the sky, that is when everything changed, you know?"
"That was the only best way I could find to balance two souls at that time! It allowed me to become one with myself, and, even if it hadn't quite been successful, I became a wizard like no other, powerful enough to become a god. But you tore it up and messed up my setup in that tower and got me into a lot of trouble, Jon Green."
"The other me who was originally resisting, that brainless fool who always wanted to gain control himself, and now that you've given him such an opportunity he certainly won't give it up. There's no way we'll be able to go back to the way we were, but that idiot didn't lose his head after all, and after seeing that Dumbledore had besieged the French Ministry of Magic, he was willing to make a deal with me to work together to get rid of the immediate threat before fighting over the ownership of the body. It was at that time that Bella and Rodolphus went on a hunt for you, and I admit that it was that time that I really wanted to kill you, but that was the only time, and after that failure, I wasn't actually as angry as you might think, Jon, on the contrary, I was happy, happy that there was actually someone as talented as you in this wizarding world!"
Jon noticed the change in his eyes, it was more than just coldness, there was now a vague hint of... Greed!
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