Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 114

"what!"

Hermione swears that she has never seen such an ugly face, and even looking at Clark's face ten times will not make up for the trauma she has suffered at the moment.

Yes, there was a face in the place that was supposed to be the back of Quirrell's head.

No, that can't be called a face.

The opponent's entire face seemed to have been crushed several times by Hagrid's big feet of 120 yards. The pale skin was like wax that melted and solidified, and the red eyes released light. Eye-catching light, below are two slender nostrils like socket holes.

Is this the most terrifying Dark Lord of the century?

"It's scary," he whispered, "it seems that you are not as brave as you think! Smart people can always see the essence through appearances, and even in the dark abyss, they can find some mediocrity. Wonderful sights that no generation can discover.”

Hermione shook her head, wanting to say that you are so ugly that no one else can handle it.

It's a pity that her legs were trembling all the time, and she swallowed the sentence when it came to her mouth.

Forget it, the other party is so miserable, so don't provoke him.

"Look at what I've become now, with nothing but soul fragments and shadows left," said Voldemort, "but there are still people willing to give me body and soul and let me into their hearts and minds."

"Does it rely on my previous reputation? No! How much gold Galleon can be worth? It's the truth, it's the truth that can directly hit them. I've never relied on lies to gain their trust like Dumbledore.

Those hypocritical people always wrap their desires under layers of high-sounding camouflage, but I am different. We are wizards, face your heart, only by digging out the most real desire in your heart, and face it and accept it, you can gain power, money and the most important power! "

The impassioned voice seemed to have some kind of special magic, and Hermione remembered what Clark had said to her in the men's bathroom.

Wizards are perceptual, and magic is idealistic. Only by exploring inwards can we tap into a steady stream of power.

Thinking of Clark, Hermione's handsome and handsome face immediately appeared in Hermione's mind.

"Heh, heh, heh, people always have things they want, don't they?" Voldemort had seen this expression too many times in his life. When he was young, there were always some little witches who would face him. A sly smirk appeared on his face.

"Yeah, that's it, everything needs to be grasped by ourselves," Voldemort said in a persuasive manner. If you ignore his terrifying face, you would even think that this is a successful teacher who is teaching you about life. philosophy.

It's a pity that this guy's speech (bewitching) level is at least ten Hagrids worse than Clark's. And compared to Clark, his face was separated by a hundred Dumbledore.

"Actually, do you think I don't know Quirrell is selfish? No, I know, but I don't care.

People's hearts are always fickle, I never believe in the so-called loyalty, surrender, those are all nonsense to fool people. Only the binding of interests is the most reliable. Of course, if there is a little fear and threat in the middle, it will be even more wonderful. "

Having said so much, Voldemort finally began to figure out what to do.

"So, do you want to gain the goodwill of others? Do you want to gain the love of others? People are fickle, the Clark in your mouth, he cares about you now, cares about you, can you guarantee that he will always care about you? You Can you guarantee that he will not be attracted to other better witches?

But I can help you, and I can teach you how to control your heart, how to control your desires, how to be the center of attention, how to gain power and glory.

Come on, as long as you hand over that rock in your pocket, I can help you achieve your wish. "

It turns out he knows everything!

Hermione's legs suddenly regained consciousness. She took a few steps forward hesitantly, and then suddenly backed away as if justice had triumphed over desire.

"Stop fooling yourself like a fool," Voldemort said with a sneer. "You said Quirrell wasn't firm, didn't you? You know, right. Those are the Clarks you speak of, they You don't really care about you as much as you think, do you? You're just numbing yourself with so-called justice and sacrifice."

"Otherwise, why would you be the poor little witch who finally came to face me?

Hermione Granger, you are just a little witch from a Muggle family, and Prewett, Potter and Weasley are all from pure blood wizarding families, do you really think they will take you away? As good friends?

No, they're just using friendship and justice to trick you into sending me to death, so as to delay me in anticipation of Dumbledore's return. "

Hermione's face showed a struggling expression, as if she felt that Voldemort was right, and began to doubt Clark's motives.

"Come on, give me the Philosopher's Stone, you're just a little witch, just a kid, don't take risks for their ambitions. Think about your parents, you only have one life, you don't want them to never see you again right?

"No..." Hermione shook her head, but her hand was already in her pocket.

With a triumphant smile on Voldemort's face, he controlled Quirrell back a few steps so that his terrifying face was in front of Hermione again.

"Well, you still have a bright future, I can help you become better, let's make an agreement, I won't hurt you."

"No...you're lying to me..." Hermione continued to shake her head, her hand seemed to be holding something, ready to take it out of her pocket.

The whole person will be deceived by a scumbag, and then the heartbroken state of collapse is vividly displayed. No wonder many people say that women are born actors.

But everything is one thing and two things can't be three~www.mtlnovel.com~ No matter how real Hermione's performance was, when she didn't hand over the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort began to suspect her.

"Come on, don't test my patience." Voldemort became impatient.

Oh god, why don't you break in, Clark, I'm running out of play.

After all, she was still an inexperienced child, and when her eyes drifted to the flames at the door, Voldemort was very keenly aware that something was wrong.

"You're cheating on me?!" He was a little annoyed.

"No, I think you're right."

Hermione vehemently denied it, and took her tightly clenched right hand out of her trouser pocket, as if she was clutching something.

Voldemort's eyes widened, staring greedily, that was his hope of resurrection.

"But you're so ugly, it makes me look sick!"

The slender hand turned over, and a dazzling flash bloomed in Hermione's palm.

Chapter end