bacchusnovels Chapter 600 Interviewing Yourself
Chapter 600 Interviewing Yourself
Chapter 596 Interviewing Yourself
Voldemort's interview went very smoothly.
He even received high praise from the interviewer, who looked at him with admiration and repeatedly praised Voldemort for achieving success within the Death Eater community.
Voldemort originally thought that he would be able to meet "himself" after passing the interview.
But after the first interview, there is a second interview.
Even the Ministry of Magic's recruitment process isn't this complicated, but given the current situation, everyone understands.
Several people in the front of the line were suspected of being "disloyal" to the Dark Lord.
In other words, their purpose in coming here to take the exam is not pure.
So they were sent to the "loyalty test area"—an area separated by a curtain.
High-decibel screams kept coming from behind the curtain.
As these sounds continued to come, the group became very quiet.
The applicants, who had been standing upright and talking eloquently, all lowered their heads. Some began reciting dark magic spells to bolster their courage, while others quietly retreated.
At this moment—
A deep, cold voice rang out: "Stop."
The people standing in the front row all turned their heads in unison, looking towards the source of the voice—which turned out to be—
Dark Lord!
The Dark Lord's face was hidden by a mask, so it couldn't be seen.
However, the powerful aura emanating from him made it instantly recognizable as the legendary figure.
Voldemort secretly sized up the "Dark Lord".
He didn't know what the face looked like under the mask, but this aura, this figure—for some reason, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if—as if he had spent some time with this person.
But how could that be possible?
"I'll continue this interview."
The interviewer's expression changed, and he quickly stood up, bowed his head, and didn't dare to breathe.
He tiptoed to the side, as if afraid of being looked at again.
The Dark Lord walked to the dilapidated wooden table, and with a flick of his finger, the table instantly transformed into a jet-black marble countertop, and the chair in front of it turned into a straight-backed, backless iron chair.
It's clear that this "self" is a minimalist.
Voldemort, unusually, felt a degree of agreement with this.
"The first one."
A thin witch cautiously approached, her knees almost trembling.
"What's your name?" the Dark Lord asked.
"Mellow Swain—" she stammered, "was originally...originally repairing cursed items in Noctis Lane—"
"Have you ever killed anyone?" he interrupted her.
The witch's eyes widened in panic: "—I...I spared the curse, but I didn't directly use it. It was the client's request. I...I was just the technology provider."
The Dark Lord simply extended a finger, and a thin, needle-like red light appeared at the fingertip.
The red light flashed and disappeared in an instant.
The witch seemed to have been torn apart, and she fell to her knees with a thud, her face pale and her whole body trembling.
"You've killed," he said calmly. "And more than one."
He slowly leaned down, his voice a low, serpentine whisper: "Stop lying to me. I know better than you do what you've done."
Melo nodded repeatedly, almost banging his head against the floor: "Yes, yes, Dark Lord, I am willing to serve you! I am willing to become a true Death Eater."
Voldemort watched this scene with great interest.
The sense of familiarity, which seemed to come from nowhere, became increasingly pronounced.
The Dark Lord didn't even look at her, turning his head: "Next."
The next few people showed amazing loyalty, some pretended to be experienced, and one even shouted the slogan "I would give my liver for the Dark Lord" during his self-introduction, only to be forced to kneel down by a silent look from the Dark Lord.
It was Voldemort's turn again.
Before this, Voldemort had already made preparations: when he encountered this villain impersonating him, he would cast a Killing Curse to close the other's eyes forever.
But after his actions, he changed his mind.
He wanted to see what this "self" was really going to do.
Now, he has overturned his previous assumptions: this does not appear to be a scheme by the Ministry of Magic.
Where can the Ministry of Magic find such a "dark" version of itself?
It's hard.
There was no trace of Aurors here either; they were all disgusting, pus-oozing dark wizards.
Moreover—Bella and the others had already joined the organization before us.
According to the messages they conveyed, there are no problems.
Destroying or replacing this organization became very easy for him.
If anyone doubts who the Dark Lord is, all they need to do is have Bella come forward and corroborate the story.
Everything will come to light eventually.
He will use the organization's power.
When it was Voldemort's turn to be interviewed, Riddle paused for a moment.
Finally, it's this person's turn.
When Voldemort participated in the first round of interviews, he had already received the news and rushed over.
I finally got to interview Voldemort in person.
He expressed his great anticipation for the show where he interviews "his future self".
Over the years, he has been listening to stories about his "future self".
This was the first time I had ever seen "myself".
He was fully prepared for this meeting.
Admittedly, interviewing yourself is a strange feeling.
Although they only looked at each other for a moment, their hearts were stirred by the same emotion.
"Name?" Riddle asked.
"Tom," Voldemort replied.