Hogwarts: Is this junior good or evil?

Chapter 304 Memory Fragments and Ending

In another memory, Voldemort, who was still young and had not yet turned into a snake-faced man, was staring at Alger with his cold eyes.

“I really don’t understand why you must ask me to join you?” Voldemort’s words were full of caution. “After all, judging from your current personal strength, you are already strong enough.”

"Don't be so nervous. Your expression now reminds me of those two young men back then." At this moment, Alger showed a warm smile on his face. "But you are different from them. You will not be bound by those boring rules. We are your kind. We have strength and ambition. So believe me, as long as you are willing to join us, you can have eternal life and endless vitality like us."

“Eternal life?” Voldemort immediately grasped the key point in the words. He said in a slightly cold tone: “We have come into contact many times. You don’t still think I’m easy to deceive, do you?”

"Haha, I know you don't believe it." Alger was not dissatisfied with the other party's attitude. He still explained gently: "I have a basis for saying this. Do you know who the two young men I mentioned just now are?"

Voldemort did not answer, but stared at the other party, waiting for what to say next.

"Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald." Alger smiled happily, and then he used his wand to draw out a memory from his mind. This memory also turned into a silver light and slowly flew in front of Voldemort.

When Voldemort finished looking at the image in his memory, he finally spoke, with an indescribable desire in his tone: "It's been so long, and you haven't changed at all since then?"

"Do you believe it now?" Alger asked proudly.

“Is there really eternal life in the world?” Voldemort murmured, with a hint of doubt and desire in his tone: “Besides, doesn’t such a luxurious wish require a price to be paid?”

When Alger heard Voldemort's words, he did not answer his question directly. Instead, he smiled softly, and there was a mysterious atmosphere in his voice:

"Join us," he said softly, with an ambiguous gleam in his eyes. "No matter how much I say, you will still have doubts. Only by truly joining us can you experience the wider world for yourself and find the answers to the ridiculous doubts in your heart."

Voldemort looked at Alger without hesitation, his heart and eyes full of distrust. Although his heart was full of desire, he still tried to keep himself calm. Finally, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "Give me some time, I need to think about it."

Alger was not disappointed by Voldemort's answer. Instead, he showed a confident expression and said, "Okay, think about it carefully. I hope that when we meet next time, you will become one of us." After that, he turned and left, leaving behind an elusive back...

Next, various scattered fragments of Voldemort's memories emerged one by one, including his study and life in Hogwarts, persuading his Death Eaters to join, and negotiating with the Sarok organization... and so on. There were too many.

But after reading again and again, Yang Tian did not find any mention of keywords such as "eternal life" or "source of hope", nor did he find any information about whether Voldemort joined Sarok and the subsequent content.

The more he read, the more annoyed he became. Finally, he rubbed his frowning brows and unwillingly entered the last memory image...

It was a dark and damp cave, and the seriously injured Voldemort was leaning against the wall weakly. But he seemed to be in a very good mood, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Although he was seriously injured, he seemed to be tidying up his bloodstained wizard robe in an elegant manner.

“Hehehe… eternal life? How can it be so easy to get!” Voldemort kept whispering, as if he knew everything. “I really don’t know how much these idiots are willing to pay in exchange for this so-called ‘eternity’, and I don’t know how long they can last doing this… Do they really think that I am as stupid as them? Hehehehe…”

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, Voldemort continued to mutter to himself, "They actually still want me to join them? How ridiculous! They must have been blinded by desire... But it's okay, with this handle in hand, let's see if they dare to be so arrogant in the future... When I recover my strength, I will make them all my vassals and use them for my own purposes..."

Voldemort seemed to have a lot more to say, but at this moment, the memory fragment seemed to stop abruptly...

Yang Tian was stunned at first, then he smiled bitterly. After all, he failed to plunder Voldemort's core memory! I don't know what kind of mental endurance Voldemort has. Even after all his Horcruxes were exposed, he was still able to stop the loss in time and retain the core secrets. Could it be that this Dark Lord has hidden some other means?

With this thought in mind, Yang Tian slowly raised his head and looked at the Dark Lord who was still lying limp on the ground.

"Okay, stop pretending to be dead. I know you're fine." Yang Tian said disdainfully, "Should we talk openly and honestly?"

“Boy, I have to say, you are really scheming!” Voldemort said in a trembling voice: “It’s the second time. I was defeated by the same trick twice.”

"Is there anything hard to accept?" Yang Tian continued to mock, "You know, I have already revealed your biggest secret, and there is no chance of you turning the tables. I really don't understand, shouldn't you be completely desperate now? What's the point of keeping those secrets?"

"Hahaha..." Voldemort laughed crazily, "Yes, you know the location of the remaining Horcruxes. But they are not in your hands yet, and nothing is set in stone."

"Lord Dark Lord, are you doubting my power?" Yang Tian said with a joking smile.

“Don’t be so confident, kid. It’s still early, who can say for sure?” Voldemort seemed to have gradually calmed down and said again in a hateful voice: “Besides, even if you can find all the Horcruxes, what can you do? Given the hatred between the two of us, even if I die, I will not tell you even a shred of the core information!”

Yang Tian was stunned when he heard this. He instinctively felt that something was wrong. This was not in line with Voldemort's style. Even ordinary wizards would try to talk to the other party and bargain with some important information when their lives were in danger, right? But this Dark Lord was trying to keep it secret from beginning to end. In order to keep the secret, he seemed to really intend to sacrifice his life... Could there be new circumstances that he didn't know about?

But Yang Tian did not ask any more questions, but said calmly: "Okay, Lord Dark Lord. Then you can wait for the day to reunite with your other souls. As I said just now, I am in a good mood, so today's execution will be waived. See you tomorrow."

The next moment, Yang Tian's figure disappeared in the Soul Prison...