In This Hogwarts Without a Savior - Chapter 555

c545 543 The Strong Prey

Chapter 545 543. The weak eat the strong

“The so-called emotion that drives magic, as long as the power it can achieve is sufficient, what does it matter if it’s positive or negative?”

Voldemort’s voice grew louder.

He seems to have his own set of beliefs and has never been troubled by Dumbledore’s words of love.

Especially after the two souls merge.

Until now, after hearing Jon’s question, he actually wanted to instill his own truth into Jon.

“You have been completely brainwashed by Dumbledore’s remarks, Jon Green! Love? I never deny the existence of this thing, but will humans really fall in love with a dog? Especially this dog has never I don’t want to please you, I wagging my tail to beg for food from you, and I even think that I am born to be your equal?”

“You said non-pure-blood wizards can’t call people?”

“You should know who I refer to as [dog] here.” Voldemort stared condescendingly into Jon’s eyes, “There may not be such a big gap between wizards, but everyone knows that Muggles They are completely different species from wizards, and the difference between the two is even worse than the difference between humans and dogs! So how do humans deal with such a gap?”

He answered his own question.

“Domesticate, tame these creatures into loyal pets, and let their obedient nature be engraved in their bones. The master is the master, and the pet is a pet. As a wizard, you must be aloof, and as a strong one among wizards, you must be all King of men!”

He looked at Jon with contempt in his extremely cold eyes.

“So can you understand why I suppressed those mudbloods?”

Jon looked into those eyes without fear.

“In your eyes, this is a group of dogs that dreamed of becoming humans and have actually achieved it.”

“Hahahahaha!”

Voldemort smiled arrogantly, as if he was extremely excited about Jon’s answer!

“What are people doing? They first hunt down ferocious beasts and then imprison them, and they first tame and then eat docile animals. Look at them, when facing creatures of different species than themselves, they even mentioned equality. Have you mentioned fraternity, have you mentioned fairness? This world is supposed to be about the weak and the strong! The capable will be promoted, the mediocre will be given up, the mediocre will be demoted, and the inferior will be eliminated. This is the ideal! The so-called fairness is just a cover-up used by the superiors. It’s just my own special whitewash!”

“But there are always some people who will naively regard these hypocritical lies as the truth, just like Albus Dumbledore, how did his sister become crazy? Doesn’t he know it himself? Doesn’t he Is it painful? But he is still willing to protect those Muggles and Mudbloods for this lie. Is this selfless or stupid?”

Voldemort rose into the sky step by step, just like the sound of his words.

“Human history has gone through the era of nobles and commoners for thousands of years. There is no difference between them. They can all produce such a huge class. For wizards who control magic, and magic is divided into strong and weak What do you think?”

“Being superior to inferiors, this is how it should be. I am just tearing apart those hypocritical morals. Most of you are against me, but it is actually just because you are on the weak side. Just like when we were in Hogwarts before It’s the same as what we talked about in the castle, Jon, if the pure-blood superiority argument turns around and turns into a hemp superiority argument, how many of your like-minded partners will change from the current victims to a new tormentor? By?”

Jon finished listening to his speech, and at this time, Voldemort was already floating at the highest point of the black mist.

He looked down from above, and the Death Eaters on the ground who were becoming more and more tense and confronting each other burst into violent cheers after listening to his speech.

Perhaps some of Voldemort’s words tore off some pure-blood fig leaves, but his ability to rationally explain why all the vested interests in Britain can enjoy these benefits is enough to convince the Death Eaters present. They cheered.

Regardless of whether Jon believed what Voldemort said, these people really listened!

Jon looked at Voldemort and knew that he said these words not because he had any ulterior motives, but because he felt it from the bottom of his heart.

The purebloods were cheering, and Voldemort was looking up at him, wanting to see how Jon would refute his remarks.

But Jon had no intention of arguing with him or discussing what kind of society this world should be.

These people are now immersed in their own world, thinking that indulgence is the right thing, and that restraint is hypocrisy. Even if Jon can talk extravagantly, it will not shake them at all, it is just a waste of time.

He just slowly held the wand in his hand, which Dumbledore had entrusted to him to inherit, and which originated from the [God of Death], in front of him.

This is not like a normal spell-casting action at all, because the tip of the stick is not pointed at anyone at all, and such a gesture cannot be used to swing the stick normally.

But after seeing this scene, a strange feeling came to Voldemort’s heart. He looked at Jon holding the wand horizontally, as if he was preparing to eat this ancient heritage relic!

“The most difficult thing in the world is to convince someone whose ideas are completely different from your own.”

Jon’s voice sounded. His voice was very soft, as if he was simply saying something, but the actual words he said were an iron-clad declaration of war!

“But in fact, there are some things that I think the same as you. The lowest-level solution to problems in this world is indeed the only intuitive way to choose is the law of the jungle. You can talk to anyone about those principles at any time. But now, what I want to say is, Tom Riddle, are you ready?”

As he finished speaking, the quaint old wand suddenly became dry!

It was as if something had sucked away all the magic power contained in it in an instant, and the elder tree, which contained the most powerful wand in the world, turned into a weak and weak branch!

And a light gray flame has risen from Jon’s body, which is a dead power, mixed with an aura that makes Voldemort feel extremely disgusted, but extremely familiar!

Jon carefully put away the dead branch that had completely lost its name as the Deathly Hallows. He looked at Voldemort and stretched out his right hand.

“I have always thought that Professor Dumbledore’s way of disciplining students was sometimes too gentle.”

Hoo ho ho! I’m in good condition. It’s really nice to change my mind and write something. The ending is a bit more exciting than I expected.