Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"In this way, we can educate everyone not to be Death Eaters, and following the Ministry of Magic is the only way out."

Cassandra didn't bat an eye when she said those words.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, the pink girl with a fat heart, and Rita Skeeter, a beetle reporter, appeared in my mind.

A feeling of disgust naturally emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Its quality is extremely high, even surpassing the scope of Level [-] Occlumency.

After all, this is equivalent to a reality clip, not a complete fiction, so it can be real enough.

"You haven't answered what I want to ask the most."

Tom's handwriting gave off a feeling that it was about to explode: "You, why do you know that this diary is a Horcrux!"

Although Voldemort gave the diary to Lucius, Voldemort did not tell anyone that the diary was a Horcrux.

"Please, do you think that word splitting game is difficult?"

Cassandra first wrote Tom's full name "Tom Marvolo Riddle", then changed the order so that the line became "IamLordVoldemort".

"It may be a coincidence that the simple splitting of characters, coupled with our mutual testing now, the result is already obvious, isn't it?"

If Tom had an expression, it must be stunned now.

This is a method he is proud of, but it turned out to be so simple that it was cracked by a little girl?

Tom had to start thinking about the possibility that this teenage girl in front of him might be just a little bit smarter than him?

"If you still don't admit it, then I can only deal with you. After all, my patience is limited, and it is impossible to spend time with you every day."

Seeing that Cassandra was about to close the diary again, Tom finally panicked this time, and quickly admitted: "Yes, I am Tom Riddle."

"The future... the past Voldemort, the legitimate heir of Slytherin."

"My failure was only temporary, and I will definitely make a comeback in the future. At that time, I will let my body seal you as the most capable subordinate."

Tom tried his best to maintain his pride, but the words didn't appeal to Cassandra in the slightest.

She applied with disdain: "Let's talk about it when Voldemort returns. I'm just curious about what knowledge you can bring me."

Facing Cassandra's disdain, Tom could only endure it honestly, and then said: "It depends on what knowledge you want, I can teach you all the knowledge in Hogwarts, without me Something that won't."

"So how do Muggles make things like airplanes?"

Tom: "..."

"You don't know? Well, what about tanks, or computers, or those things called rockets and satellites?"

"Why don't you know anything? Voldemort was a country bumpkin when he was young?"

"enough!"

Tom's handwriting became scribbled again: "I'm talking about magical knowledge! Why should you pay attention to lowly creatures like Muggles? We are proud wizards, and we were born to rule Muggles."

"Could it be that the sheep-like educational purpose of Hogwarts makes you think that Muggles and wizards can really live in peace?"

Cassandra had no choice but to acquiesce to Tom's words.

It is also one of Cassandra's visions for wizards and ordinary people to live in peace.

After all, Cassandra is still greedy for the leisurely and lazy life of the Muggle world, which the wizarding world cannot give.

It is a pity that it is too difficult to achieve this goal. Maybe it is easier for Cassandra to unify the world.

Hundreds of thousands of years of deep-rooted ideas and living habits; the struggle for living space between the magical world and the world of ordinary people; big discussions across countries and nations involving the entire human world...

No matter which problem seems to be different from one generation, it can be easily solved.

"But Muggles are already very powerful, and many wizards don't know how powerful they are."

Cassandra began to play ordinary people's military force in her head.

From individual armed forces to tanks and aircraft, to aircraft carriers, intercontinental missiles and the ultimate weapon, the nuclear bomb and the hydrogen bomb.

The terrifying power made Tom also silent.

Although Voldemort has always wanted to rule Muggles, Voldemort really doesn't know much about these things, let alone Tom right now.

He's just Voldemort in sixth grade.

"No matter how powerful Muggle weapons are, they are just weapons after all. They are too fragile."

"We can easily come to them, kill these fragile bugs, and even control the brainwashed Muggle leaders, and finally rule the whole world."

Tom offered his solution, and Cassandra didn't bother to argue with him.

"I don't care about those things now, I just want you to give me one thing."

Tom could only stop his naive long war theory, and asked patiently: "What kind of knowledge do you want? Spells, jinxes, knowledge of potions, or magic theory? I can teach you everything."

Cassandra slowly spit out a few words: "I want the method of making the Horcrux."

This sentence was very short, but it also stunned Tom in the diary.

In fact, more than one wizard knows the method of making Horcruxes.

But to make a Horcrux one must split the soul, and to split a soul requires murder.

This kind of evil behavior will be cast aside by all wizards. After the soul is split, it will be extremely unstable. After the body is destroyed, it will exist like a lonely ghost.

For example, Voldemort once possessed a mouse. Those days are obviously not something ordinary people can bear.

Faced with so many negative effects, there are almost no people who still want to make Horcruxes, and there are almost no people who are capable of making them.

Now, a little girl wants to make a Horcrux, so Tom has to reflect on what he looked like when he was 12 years old?

"You don't understand Horcruxes at all!"

Tom told all the advantages and disadvantages of Horcruxes, and then said: "When murdering other wizards, you must not feel any guilt. I don't believe you can do that."

"Also, at your age, I don't believe in your determination to live forever. You don't even understand how to live well!"

Tom didn't deliberately evade, he said these words more like he was stubbornly trying to prove that although Cassandra was smart, she was too naive and didn't have his kind of determination to gamble everything.

But in the next second, Tom petrified again.

"That kind of determination...of course I have."

The dark magic power was entwined around Cassandra's wrist, and the silent power made the diary tremble - Tom's handwriting almost pierced the paper.

"You are silent!"

124 3/3 Hopeless, Tom?

"Yes, I am the silent one."

"A silent person who was lucky enough not to die."

"Do you understand now?"

"I could die at any time, but I don't want to die, I want to live."

"I was born without doing anything wrong, why should I suffer like this?"

One person after another appeared in Cassandra's mind.

From the grandfather who tried to attack her in Knockturn Alley, to the people who broke into her bedroom at Hogwarts, to life when she was suspended from school.

One pile, one piece, was seen by Tom.

It's just that everyone has turned into an abstract stick figure with scarlet features on their faces, pointing at Cassandra and smiling arrogantly.

All this made Tom, an outsider, feel a little sad.

Compared to what happened to him back then, does Cassandra seem to be in a worse situation?

With such a life, Tom also understands why Cassandra is obsessed with Horcruxes.

With Horcruxes, split souls.

Even if Cassandra's body is silently destroyed, Cassandra can still return to the real world.

Even Tom was faintly agitated.

Silently adding Horcruxes, this combination seems very powerful, doesn't it?

With almost endless magical power, plus no need to worry about her body being destroyed, if Cassandra is cultivated well, maybe she will eventually become a terrifying killing machine?

When my body returns again, it is not impossible to cooperate with the girl in front of me to rule the Muggle world.

However, Tom didn't just let his guard down.

Even if everything the girl in front of him said is true, how to control her is a problem that Tom must consider now.

As for the production of Horcruxes, it may take a while.

"Tom, will you teach me how to make a Horcrux?"

Cassandra has made up her mind, if this can't shake the Tom in front of her, she doesn't need to do this stupid task.

Tom also thought it over and said, "I can teach you, but not now."

"Murder is not something that can be solved by determination. I need to give you black magic, after you prove your determination."

"I will teach you how to make Horcruxes again."

"Test, what test?"

Tom wrote a line slowly: "Kill a Muggle."

"it is good."

Cassandra agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, with Occlumency on, Cassandra doesn't even believe what she says now.

"Very well," Tom continued, seemingly satisfied, "I'll teach you the Killing Curse, and then you can use it to kill a Muggle..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Cassandra screamed, you want me to use the Killing Curse?

"Isn't it appropriate to use the Killing Curse to murder Muggles? Or do you want to say that what you just said is a lie if you dare not kill?"

Tom seemed to be excited again because he was cheated.