pertwk Chapter 94 Become My Death Eater, Orochimaru
Chapter 94 Become My Death Eater, Orochimaru
Chapter 94 Become My Death Eater, Orochimaru (Second Update)
Orochimaru slowly stood up and smiled at Harry, who seemed somewhat surprised.
"Didn't expect me to come, Jiraiya?"
He spoke softly, and Harry nodded instinctively.
To be honest, if Orochimaru hadn't set up a sensory barrier in the Forbidden Forest beforehand, and hadn't placed kunai with the Flying Thunder God technique in the locations where unicorns would appear, he wouldn't have been able to reach the battle point so quickly.
But no matter what, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.
Orochimaru slowly stood up, staring directly at Voldemort in the distance, at the noseless monster who was controlling Quirrell's body.
He resembles his former self in some ways, but his murderous intent is far less pure than it once was. He's like a pathetic wretch who relies on killing to instill fear in others.
You don't even know how to make others afraid to follow you, yet you dare to imitate me?
Orochimaru casually picked up the kunai from the ground and sized up his enemy.
Voldemort was also sizing up Orochimaru.
This young wizard's ability to break Hogwarts' Apparition barrier using magical spatial abilities intrigued him greatly.
Not to mention the badge Orochimaru wore on the left side of his clothes, symbolizing his pureblood status.
Recalling Orochimaru's first encounter with Quirrell, Voldemort suddenly became interested in the young wizard.
Unlike last time, he didn't end everything with the Killing Curse. Instead, his tone carried a hint of relief and curiosity.
"I never imagined that after me, another pure-blooded hero would emerge from Slytherin."
Voldemort slowly extended his hand toward Orochimaru, as if a senior were extending an invitation to a junior: "What is your name, the pride of Slytherin?"
"Slack Anguiz"
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and said leisurely. His expression was so relaxed, like a windmill being blown by the wind.
After saying this, he didn't wait for Voldemort's reply, but instead smiled slightly.
"But I don't like my name."
As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's eyes lit up instantly.
Although he was in a spirit state, upon hearing Orochimaru's words, he subconsciously recalled his past.
That period of Tom Riddle's past.
The Muggle father's surname is an insult to one's nobility, and the surname inherited from one's mother's family cannot reflect one's strength.
So he changed his name to Voldemort.
And this pure-blooded wizard with unlimited potential actually did the same thing as he did back then, how could he not admire him?
What would you like to call yourself?
Orochimaru.
Orochimaru calmly responded to Voldemort's words, but his mind was already contemplating tactics.
In ninja battles, intelligence must always be consulted.
He had assumed that the one chasing Harry at midnight was none other than Professor Quirrell from back then.
Although Professor Quirrell's magic was superb, his intelligence had been completely leaked, making him no match for someone as well-prepared as himself.
But now————
"And what about you?" Orochimaru asked casually, holding his wand upside down in his left hand and letting his right hand, which was holding a kunai, hang down naturally.
"Watch out, Orochimaru! He's Voldemort!"
Harry's voice suddenly rang out behind Orochimaru, breaking the peaceful exchange between the two.
In an instant, Orochimaru's mind was flooded with information about this noseless Black Demon King.
It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to refer to.
Orochimaru even pinpointed Voldemort's location in an instant.
Dumbledore, who had lost most of his magic and was in poor condition.
Very tricky.
I'm not sure I can handle it.
Orochimaru was analyzing Voldemort, unaware that Voldemort was also observing him.
He suddenly changed his mind about using the Killing Curse to kill the young wizard directly.
Voldemort wanted to subdue Orochimaru, just as he had subdued the Slytherins, just as he had used his power to subdue Lucius Malfoy.
Voldemort's tone then became much more amiable, and he spoke to Orochimaru as if they were friends.
"Purebloods are different from mudbloods. Our power is purer, and our pursuits are nobler. Child, if you stand on my side, I can grant you your wish."
Did you get what you wanted?
Orochimaru glanced up at Voldemort, watching this noseless wizard brazenly recruit him, a hint of contempt creeping across his lips.
"Can you give me what I want?"
"certainly."
Voldemort said softly, glancing at Harry Potter standing behind Orochimaru.
The moment the young wizard saw himself talking to Orochimaru, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
What's so incredible about that?
This was merely an exchange between himself and Orochimaru, a conversation between a senior and a junior, a conversation that belonged only to the ambitious Slytherins.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, recalling the desires of the Slytherins who followed him, and slowly displayed them to Orochimaru as if peddling a product.
"Do you want power? I can teach you to become the most powerful dark wizard in the world."
As Voldemort spoke, he looked to his side.
"Stand by my side, I will give you strength second only to mine."
Harry looked up sharply at Orochimaru, wanting to dissuade his partner and plead with him not to be tempted by Voldemort.
Orochimaru simply shook his head slightly.
"Who doesn't want power? But this isn't enough, Voldemort."
"Then what else do you want? Power?" Voldemort flipped Quirrell's hand over, extending it towards Orochimaru in a twisted and eerie manner. "I will create a magical world controlled by purebloods, where you can roam freely."
"And which Slytherin doesn't crave power and status?"
Orochimaru sighed leisurely and slowly hid the kunai behind his back.
Harry was heartbroken to see this. He felt Orochimaru was drifting further and further away from him, but he was powerless to stop it.
On Voldemort's pale, grotesque face, a sinister smile involuntarily crept out, so similar to Orochimaru's that it was impossible to tell the difference.
"even----"
Seeing that Orochimaru was interested, Voldemort couldn't help but raise his voice again.
He didn't fully trust Snape; at least after Snape's disappearance, the Death Eaters who were truly loyal to him should all be in Azkaban.
So he offered the best offer he could think of.
A bargaining chip that's absolutely irresistible.
"I can share the secret of immortality with you, Orochimaru." Voldemort approached Orochimaru step by step, his seemingly empty eyes radiating endless light. "If you are willing to stand with me."
so similar.
Orochimaru watched Voldemort approach him with a leisurely air, as if he were seeing himself again when he seduced Sasuke Uchiha.
But there are still some differences.
There are differences.
Orochimaru was savoring Voldemort's methods, unaware that Harry behind him was already getting anxious.
"Don't trust him, Orochimaru! He killed my parents, he is—"
"Shut up, Harry Potter." Voldemort glanced coldly at Harry Potter, his tone icy and cruel. "How could a Gryffindor like you know the ambitions of Slytherin?"
Voldemort slowly approached Orochimaru, then said expectantly, "I have everything you want here. As long as you stand by my side, your wishes will come true. This is something Dumbledore and the others cannot give you."
"Tell me your answer, Orochimaru!"
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