Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 518 Killing someone is not enough; you must also destroy their spirit.
"1945.12.25
My initiation ceremony failed, but it didn't completely fail.

Albus rescued me from the fortress of Nurmengard; he seemed to have seen through my plans.

Or rather, through the slight abnormalities I had to exhibit in order to complete the ritual of becoming a god, Albus perceived a magical theory that he did not know but that did exist.

As expected of Albus, as expected of the man I've set my sights on.

I think it might be time, time to share my research findings.

After all, if I really manage to get to that point, I hope it's him who shares my power, not some fool who just pops up out of nowhere and hits the jackpot.

"1945.12.26
It was clear that Albus was exhausted from dealing with those complicated interpersonal relationships, and it wasn't until nearly midnight that he flew down, gripping Fox's claws.

He must have defeated me to become the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world.

Although he said he was still considering it, I could see the powerful attraction of that unknown dimension.

He's already wavering, and he's been drinking tonight. If I just push him a little harder...

"1945.12.28
Albus agreed, just as I had thought.

He never gave up on his childhood dream, or rather, his ambition.

Even Ariana's death merely buried this ambition deep in his heart.

But ambition is still ambition; it's not just any old, stale idea. Given the right guidance, ambition will eventually sprout, grow, and become a towering tree.

"1946.1.1
Today is the first day of 1946. Albus has finally finished reading the first document I gave him, which I found in an anonymous ceremonial book. He truly is the man I have my eye on; he completely understood this magic, which he had never encountered before, in just a few days.

He offered to help me build a laboratory, but I told him not to rush it. Experiments are important, but they are never the most important thing.

We need theory more than experimentation now.

To be precise, I need to do a lot of calculations to explain my failure in my last initiation ceremony.

Even though my battle with Albus has reached its climax, and our magic has resonated, why can't my three dimensions perfectly overlap? There's always something missing.

"1946.1.2
Although I said there was no need to renovate the laboratory for the time being, I still asked Albus to bring some furniture from Nurmengard.

Although British furniture is good, it is ultimately not as exquisite as the furniture I had custom-made in Newmont Gard.

"1946.1.23
Albus arrived early today. Today we're going to talk about the definition of the limit of a sequence.

Fortunately, Albus had an alchemist friend, so he wasn't completely without a foundation in mathematics.

Otherwise, even if I were facing Albus as my student every day, I would still find it annoying.

He got two questions wrong in his homework yesterday, and I punished him with two taps. Hehehe, I wonder how many taps I can punish him today.

"1946.1.24
Albus actually got all the assignments right yesterday. While that's not surprising—after all, he's Albus Dumbledore—I'm still quite annoyed. I'll speed things up a bit today.

"1947.3.25
Today we finally finished teaching Albus all the basic arithmetic. Next, we can work together to deduce the ritual of becoming a god; this should speed up our progress considerably.

"1947.5.5
Today Albus made a surprising suggestion.

He said if I wanted to sunbathe, I could transform into his appearance and walk around the ground floor of Hogwarts. Well, I've hit a roadblock in my re-enactment of the ascension ritual, so I guess I should probably go for a walk and get some exercise.

My skin is now as pale as those nasty vampires.

"1947.5.7
Today's simulation has yielded significant results.

It seems that going out for exercise from time to time does indeed help with thinking.

"Alright, then I'll take Albus's suggestion and occasionally go up there in his name."

"1948.7.7
Albus actually brought in that Scamander kid to be the professor of the Magical Creatures Protection class!
No, I have to find a way to get rid of him.

"1948.9.14
Sigh, I got warned by Albus, I'm not happy.

"1948.9.28
Haha, I sneaked out today and used a Confusion Charm on his little pet during Newt's class. He made a fool of himself in front of the students. So funny!

"1948.9.29
I got scolded by Albus again, and I'm unhappy.

Voldemort quickly flipped through the remaining contents of the diary in his hand, and finding that it was just Gellert Grindelwald's daily records, he threw the diary aside and quickly picked up another one to read rapidly—

"1957.7.27
Tom Riddle returned to Hogwarts. I remember that ridiculous name. Albus had mentioned him to me, and in Albus's own words, he was a creepy little boy.

"Perfect timing, today's my day off, I'll go see him."

Voldemort intended to quickly flip through the diary as well, but suddenly he saw his own name.

Voldemort slowed down his flipping through the diary, stopping at that page to continue reading:
"Haha, I think Albus is overthinking it, or rather, I've made him too nervous."

But when I told him my thoughts, he said I was too arrogant.

Oh, my dear Albus, it seems I've really made you too nervous.

He even went so far as to say that Tom Riddle, the boy with the ridiculous name, had the potential to become the second Dark Lord.

Oh my God, I should probably give Albus a break, get him away from all that crazy calculations. Clearly, his brilliant, interpersonal-savvy mind has become muddled and rusty.

Tom Riddle will never become the second Dark Lord.

Of course, I don't deny the boy's ambition, nor do I deny that he will master extremely powerful dark magic in the future.

However, believe me, Albus, at most he will become a dark terrorist, never a dark lord, and certainly not a dark emperor like me.

I saw what Albus looked like before in the Pensieve. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was still pleasing to the eye. But now, his face looks as pale as a dead man, like wax, strangely distorted, and the whites of his eyes seem to be perpetually bloodshot.

Honestly, I was amused by his current appearance.

No other dark lord would be as childish and ridiculous as him, smearing his face with paint and ostentatiously displaying his power and his so-called noble bloodline—

Like a clown seeking attention, just to get the slightest bit of sympathy.

(End of this chapter)