"Like a grandstanding clown, just to get the slightest bit of attention."

Seeing this sentence in the diary, Voldemort only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to his head.

He wished he could tear up this diary now and burn this place down with Fiendfire.

But soon, the remaining rationality in Voldemort's mind stopped his actions—

When Voldemort raised his wand and was about to fire Fiendfyre, for some reason, he suddenly realized that the words in Gellert Grindelwald's diary were correct—

His ridiculous behavior in the past, his twisted and paranoid pursuit of power and blood suddenly flashed before his eyes, just like Gellert Grindelwald said—

Voldemort turned himself into a clown.

"A real Dark Lord doesn't just mean strong power. Of course, I don't deny that strength is the most critical factor in becoming a Dark Lord, but a real Dark Lord is a reformer and a broken man." Lawmen are warriors who destroy the old world and pioneers of the new world."

"Power is only the cornerstone, rule is the means, and an invincible thought is the eternal soul of a Dark Lord."

"In other words, my mind is my invincible weapon."

"My thoughts, or my desires, have never changed. I hope that after I become a god, there will be no distinction between wizards and Muggles, human beings and non-human beings, oppression, and No more exploitation, no more pure-bloods and Muggle capitalists dominating the few, no more royals, no nobility, no poverty, no injustice, no discrimination."

"Under my reign, no life will be wasted, and they will all fight for a common higher purpose."

"Under the law I appointed, every intelligent life will have the same opportunity to receive education, every life will have the same starting point, and every intelligent life will enjoy the same social wealth, as long as Work hard to reap a bright future and have a bright life.”

"me too."

"I hope that after I succeed, they will no longer call me the Dark Lord, they will no longer call me the leader, I hope they will call me comrade, sir, or teacher."

"I am a member of mortals. My thoughts and theories are the correct products of mortal will and practical labor. They are the most rational epistemology and methodology. They are the blood of all laborers, rebels and revolutionaries. They are all proletarians who transform the world. sum."

"Stupid!" Voldemort cursed viciously. He originally wanted to throw the diary on the ground, but after thinking about it, Voldemort just put the diary back to its original position on the bookshelf.

"Having such a superb talent and such a powerful power, he would pity those ants and slaves." Voldemort picked up another diary and quickly flipped through it—

"Disgusting!" Voldemort stuffed the diary back, picked up another one and began to check—

Voldemort doesn't know why, Gellert Grindelwald seems to like keeping a diary, not only likes keeping a diary, but also likes keeping a diary in detail. After being secretly transferred here by Dumbledore in 1945, he He kept a diary almost every day, except what research he did every day, what calculations he made, and even his own mental activities, every bit of his time with Albus Dumbledore was recorded——

This made Voldemort seem to smell a disgusting sour smell from these diaries.

And it's all written in English.

Voldemort clearly remembered that Grindelwald was a German, why didn't he use German?

"Damn gay." Cursing, Voldemort continued to flip through the diaries on the bookshelf one after another, looking for Grindelwald's diary and "godship ritual", and "research", and "deduction" "Related records.

Finally, when Voldemort flipped through the fifth diary on the third floor of the bookshelf, he found what he wanted—

"1971.4.23

After decades of deduction, and the content recorded in the nameless sacrificial book, I finally found, or determined, the reason for the failure of the ceremony of becoming a god—

The wizard's is incomplete, mutilated.

To be precise, wizards are created by some **** beyond our imagination—

Just like Adam and Eve recorded in the Bible, wizards are part of some unknown being or some unknown being separated from the race we call Muggles by unknown means.

That is to say, wizards and Muggles are the same in the beginning.

No, it's not the same. In the very beginning, wizards were incomplete aliens. They were like our house elves today, ugly, fragile, incomplete, and even dying. If it wasn't for the great **** who had been using divine fruits Feed us, the original wizards may not have survived even their generation.

After that, the great **** made the first few wizards kill each other, and gave birth to offspring, leaving the strong ones and abandoning the weak and deformed ones, just like humans select pugs or teddy dogs, almost Generations later, the ancestors of the so-called pure-blood families were born.

According to my guess, the original pure-blood wizards were only born as servants or even tools of great gods.

But somehow, the gods set our ancestors free—

More precisely, the **** abandoned his creation.

Our wizarding ancestors were set free.

The original pure-blood family was born.

Because of the divine fruit that fed us in the first place, we have individual strength far beyond Muggles.

But our genes are incomplete, so pure-blood wizards may be able to approach that dimension of divinity infinitely, but they will never reach the other shore of divinity.

I need a new body.

A wizarding offspring of a pure-blood mother who had been crossed to the point of deformity, and a father who was fully Muggle. "

"A wizarding offspring of a pure-blood mother who has been crossed to the point of deformity and a father who is fully Muggle..."

"A wizarding offspring of a pure-blood mother who has been crossed to the point of deformity and a father who is fully Muggle..."

"A wizarding offspring of a pure-blood mother who has been crossed to the point of deformity and a father who is fully Muggle..."

— Voldemort read the words over and over again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

A violent surprise was brewing in his heart, and then exploded.

He used to loathe his mother and his father so much, but now, he felt that all of this was so logical, as if everything was arranged by fate.

 …

"Ha, Tom really believed it." In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Tierra said to Dumbledore with a smile while holding a glass of red wine, "He really thought he was the Chosen One."

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