NOVEL NEXT Voldemort Taking Disciplines
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Dyroth found himself in a duel with Voldemort, but the famous scene, reminiscent of Harry Potter or even Dragon Ball battles, did not occur. Instead, as Dyroth initiated a spell, Voldemort easily countered it with a disarming spell, showing his superiority.
Dyroth, however, did not give up and rapidly launched several spells:
"Petrificus Totalus"
"Diffindo"
"Accio!"
"Lumos!"
Although Dyroth was only a first-year student, his experience with various assassins during his time in Austria had sharpened his skills. While most of those attackers were handled by Vinda and others, he had learned a lot from these life-and-death situations. The spells he cast flew at Voldemort relentlessly, showing no hesitation to strike back.
Despite Dyroth's impressive efforts, Voldemort seemed unbothered, lightly dodging or blocking the attacks. His gaze was full of admiration for Dyroth, acknowledging that this boy's control over magic and the timing of his spells far surpassed that of an average first-year student.
Even more remarkable was the way Dyroth absorbed and implemented new knowledge in real-time. The black magic theory Voldemort had just taught during class was gradually being understood and applied during their duel.
But as time passed, Dyroth's magic started to weaken. Voldemort seized the opportunity and knocked the wand from Dyroth's hand with a disarming spell.
"Mr. Grindelwald," Voldemort said calmly, "I must admit, you are the most talented young wizard I've ever encountered. Your skill in magic is extraordinary, and your manipulation of people's hearts is impressive. Are you so certain that I won't kill you?"
Dyroth, picking up his wand slowly, showed no sign of panic. He replied with confidence:
"This is Hogwarts, and you won't risk your resurrection for the sake of killing me. Moreover, only a living Grindelwald can be of greater use to you."
Voldemort chuckled, genuinely amused by Dyroth's response.
"You are even smarter than I anticipated, Mr. Grindelwald. Your wisdom has earned you another choice—be my disciple!"
With an offer that many would find too tempting to resist, Voldemort continued:
"With the legacy of two Dark Lords behind you, you are destined to rule the magical world. Submit to me, and I will teach you the true meaning of power."
Dyroth, however, was not as eager as Voldemort had hoped. Instead of excitement, Dyroth glanced at him indifferently.
"Mr. Voldemort," he replied coolly, "a wolf with nothing has no bargaining power. If you want me as your disciple, at least provide a worthy gift."
Voldemort, never one to be outdone, waved his wand. The office, which had been damaged during their duel, was quickly restored to its original state. A thick notebook flew from a drawer and landed on the desk before Dyroth.
Curious, Dyroth picked it up and scanned its contents. His eyes widened with astonishment—this notebook was full of mysterious ideas and dark magic theories that even he, with his extensive training under Grindelwald, found impressive.
"These are my personal notes," Voldemort said. "Consider this your gift."
Dyroth bowed slightly in acknowledgment, a gesture of respect.
"Thank you for the gift, teacher," he said showing humility.
Voldemort smiled warmly, perhaps for the first time in a long time.
"From today onward, you are a Death Eater, the second master of the organization. Join me every Saturday afternoon in Quirrell's office, and I will personally teach you the true art of dark magic."
"Yes, teacher," Dyroth replied, hiding the calculated opportunism behind his composed expression.
Dyroth wasn't entirely opposed to becoming Voldemort's disciple. The dark knowledge that Voldemort possessed was genuine, and Dyroth could use it to strengthen himself while keeping his true intentions hidden. As long as Voldemort was useful to him, there was no harm in playing along.
After agreeing to exchange knowledge and parting ways, Voldemort left Dyroth with one final request:
"The next time we meet, I expect you to bring me information about Harry Potter and the third floor of Hogwarts."
"You'll have it, teacher," Dyroth promised, before finally leaving the office.
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Back in the dormitory, Dyroth heard the familiar voice of the system in his head:
[Congratulations to the host for becoming Voldemort's disciple and earning the achievement: Legacy of the Death Eaters.]
[Achievement points: 100.]
[Congratulations for receiving teachings from both Voldemort and Grindelwald. Achievement: Future Dark Lord.]
[Achievement points: 200.]
[Congratulations on becoming a Death Eater and the heir of the Saints. Achievement: Fear Sweeps the Wizarding World.]
[Remaining achievement points: 600.]
"600 points! It's time for a lottery draw!" Dyroth said, a grin spreading across his face.
He immediately initiated the draw, and within moments, the results appeared before him:
[Congratulations! You have received:
Reparo (Level 2), Engorgio (Level 3),
Levicorpus (Level 2), Finite Incantatem (Level 3).]
[Congratulations! You have received: Transfiguration (Level 5).]
"Wow! These are some powerful spells," Dyroth marveled, particularly excited about the level 5 Transfiguration spell. He remembered reading about how Nicolas Flamel had used this spell in the past to save Paris from destruction, and now, it was his turn to master it.
With newfound magic coursing through him, Dyroth tested his transfiguration skills on a table in the dormitory, transforming it into an iron basin.
He smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of his Transfiguration journey.
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