Testing

Chapter 54 Testing

"You probably don't even realize what you just did."

Watching Avada effortlessly keep up with his pace, diligently taking several pages of notes, perfectly answer his questions, and even apply what she learned to other situations at crucial points, even Voldemort's broken heart couldn't help but be amazed.

He had personally trained many members of his Knights of Volpugis and Death Eaters before, but he had never encountered such a clever fellow. In particular, the study of mental power had always been one of the most difficult aspects, and there were quite a few fools who had nearly made him lose his temper when teaching related magic.

"What we just discussed would be very difficult even for a sixth grader, no, a seventh grader—but you kept up effortlessly!"

"Is this really your first time studying mental magic?"

He looked up and gazed gently into Avada's eyes. Avada immediately felt his Occlumency being activated—fortunately, it was mild, and he easily masked it. It was unclear whether Voldemort was too weak or simply disdained to seriously use Legilimency on a young student.

"Yes."

As he activated Occlumency to transmit the incorrect information, he explained, "I don't know why, but when I cast the Confusion Charm for the first time, I felt a strange connection with this kind of magic... It felt like the first time I held my own wand!"

"Then, whether it was my own research or reading the book 'Psychodynamics' that you recommended, I was able to understand the content almost effortlessly and found great enjoyment in the process..."

He looked at his hands in a daze and murmured softly, "It's as if I was born for this."

"No doubt about it, Ken, you were born for this."

Voldemort said gently, “Talent is the most unfair thing in the world. It determines people’s fate from birth—whether they will rise above others or live a mediocre life, whether they will be rich and powerful or live a life of poverty… And among them, there is a small group of people who possess talents that ordinary people cannot imagine, and are born to be the darlings of magic.”

"Those wizards who are remembered by history and who have done earth-shattering things belong to this category."

Avada looked up, somewhat incredulously, and asked, "Professor, do you mean I'm that kind of person too?"

"certainly."

Voldemort chuckled, "Now that you know the power and status you deserve, what do you intend to do with it?"

The mental force that was invading his brain suddenly changed its approach, transforming from simple and brutal probing into an invisible guidance, leading him involuntarily to speak his truest inner voice...

"I want to create a world that belongs to wizards."

So Avada said "sincerely": "Wizards are clearly full of magic, but they can only be squeezed into the cracks of the Muggle world. This is too oppressive and too unfair... I hope that wizards can walk openly in the world, that wizards can rule Muggles, and that the noblest wizards can lead all wizards, so as to build an orderly world."

He couldn't directly say things like "I want pure-bloods to rule everything," since Voldemort didn't know his true bloodline. So he had to settle for second best, mixing Grindelwald's ideas with Voldemort's to fool Voldemort without arousing his rejection and vigilance.

"A very good idea."

Voldemort's mental state indicated that he was quite pleased at this moment: "So, what do you think is the standard by which to measure whether a wizard is noble?"

"this……"

Avada hesitated for a moment, then, sensing that the force guiding him to tell the truth was normal, he felt reassured and continued to lie, "I don't know."

"Perhaps it could be talent; it's certainly true that intelligent people should rule the world. But maybe bloodline is also important. I know many pure-blooded friends whose talent and demeanor far surpass those of others I know..."

"We can think about these things later; there's no need to rush to give an answer now."

Voldemort was almost certain that the student before him was a potential Death Eater he could recruit, leaving only a few questions: "However, a student as intelligent and ambitious as you should have gone to Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Why did you choose Hufflepuff?"

"Well, the Sorting Hat said I was ambitious, talented, and hardworking, and that I was suitable for any house except Gryffindor. I was told to choose myself. I said I wanted to go to the house with the most mediocre students and the easiest place to stand out, and that's how I got sorted into Hufflepuff."

Sorry, Hufflepuff seniors, Professor Sprout, and everyone else in Hufflepuff, this is just a temporary measure, please understand...

"So that's how it is."

Feeling his own spiritual guidance constantly sending him the message, "Truth, truth," Voldemort asked his final question: "Do you know the meaning of your name, and who gave you that name?"

"I don't know, but Professor Dumbledore said it's a very dangerous spell and told me not to investigate it. It seems like it was some people from the Ministry of Magic who named me; they want to use me as a guinea pig to study something..."

"I see."

The mental guidance that had been lingering outside the brain-blocking technique finally disappeared. Avada cooperated by feigning a dazed expression, then suddenly looked up at Quirrell in utter shock, as if she had just remembered what she had said earlier.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a small test."

Voldemort smiled relaxedly: "If I told you that I could give you a clear path, a path that would allow you to achieve your ideals while also enjoying honors and wealth you can't even imagine now, would you accept it?"

"...Professor, who exactly are you?"

Avada then showed a puzzled expression.

"That's not important. What's important is that I share your vision and we'll go further down the path you want to take." Voldemort's face, controlled by Quirrell, revealed a mysterious smile.

"I know you might still have doubts. How about this, from now on, you can come here to see me every Saturday night, and I'll teach you some amazing things that you can't learn in school. During this process, you can also decide for yourself whether you're willing to accept my invitation... Okay, that's all for today, you should go back now."

While sensing the "expectation" and "hesitation" transmitted by Legilimency, Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body to reach out and tap, and the office door opened by itself. After watching Avada pick up his bag and leave with a thoughtful expression, he laughed triumphantly.

"Master, why are you so happy? He's just a second-year student after all..."

"Fool, you have no idea of ​​his value."

Voldemort scoffed, "Today I've essentially captured a future Dumbledore!"

"I will continue to nurture him, making him my most loyal servant. Then, when his strength reaches its peak, no one and no force in this world will be able to withstand the combined power of the two of us!"

"At that time, my conquest will no longer be limited to this small British Isles... the entire world will be under my complete control!"

……

Unbeknownst to Voldemort, the instant the office door closed, Avada grabbed his backpack and sprinted back to his dormitory. Looking at the notebooks inside, now overflowing with notes, his hands trembled with excitement.

"We've made a fortune! We've made a fortune..."

"This is a dynamic sample of a mental spell being cast... With this, I can't possibly lose!"

(End of this chapter)