Mysterious Eye and the Ring

"Damn it, it's Dumbledore and Snape."

In the shadow that blocked out all sight, Quirrell's eyes revealed infinite malice.

With those two around, he was destined not to get the Philosopher's Stone tonight.

"Let's go back."

Through Quirrell's shared vision, Voldemort's heart sank.

But he had endured for so many years; a momentary setback meant nothing to him. He retracted his fangs and would endure for a while longer.

"Yes, Master."

He responded respectfully in his heart. Quirrell, wrapped in his cloak, left without a sound.

He passed through corridors, descended stairs, and avoided patrolling professors, returning to his office very smoothly.

But at this moment, an accident occurred!

"Buzz."

Space began to distort little by little, and everything became extremely irregular in shape.

Quirrell was startled and instinctively drew his wand. Voldemort also sensed something was wrong and opened his eyes alertly.

What was happening now?

"Calm down, Quirinus, relax your body and mind."

After all, he was a figure who had once wreaked havoc. Voldemort quickly forced himself to calm down and began to try to take over this body.

Although this was not what he had planned, the situation was urgent, and he could no longer afford to worry about it!

Quirrell felt a wave of dizziness and completely lost consciousness. Voldemort, who had temporarily gained control of the body, tightly gripped the wand that didn't quite fit his hand and slowly backed away on his feet.

"It's not Dumbledore. The undying old man doesn't have this kind of power. Who is it?"

Ten thousand unanswerable questions surged in his mind. He cautiously retreated to the doorway.

Unfortunately, a powerful and unparalleled magical force sealed the area.

"Boom!"

Space shattered like a mirror, and endless darkness surged in.

Voldemort finally panicked!

"No!"

It felt like being struck by lightning while strolling in a garden; he was completely unprepared.

Who!

Who was plotting against the great Dark Lord!

"Emperor Among Emperors, King Among Kings."

Whispers echoed in his ears, in a language completely unknown to Voldemort, yet strangely, he could understand their meaning perfectly.

"Who? Who's there!"

Voldemort raised his wand as a threat, his flat face filled with ferocity.

"Dark Lord, ruler of all."

This time, the whispers became clearer.

"You bug playing god, die!"

Raising his wand, Voldemort hissed like a snake, his eyes glowing green.

Avada Kedavra!

"Great Will, Supreme."

However, Voldemort's killing curse seemed to have no effect as the whispers sounded for the third time.

At the same time, a pair of eyes slowly opened in the endless darkness!

Voldemort's breath hitched.

What a sight that was!

A giant Faceless Eye, formed from flame and light, seemed to gaze upon everything in the world.

With just one glance, he couldn't help but want to kneel and worship!

"How could this be..."

He grumbled inwardly, Voldemort doubting his own power for the first time.

Horcruxes? Magic? Followers?

They seemed so laughable before this eye.

But...

Why was such a person, or rather, such a terrifying existence, completely unrecorded in any books?

This is unreasonable!

Giant eyes looked down on everything.

His mind went blank, and he entered a strange world.

Wind, thunder, rain, snow.

Endless lightning and floods engulfed everything. Voldemort's soul was like a lone boat, torn to shreds by the power of nature.

He didn't know how long this process lasted, perhaps a second, perhaps thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Under immense pain, he went from screaming to numbness, and at one point, gave up thinking.

Finally, darkness consumed everything.

Or rather, everything turned into darkness.

Merged with the darkness, the curled-up Voldemort suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

Omnipresent, omnipotent!

"This is a trial of fate."

He muttered to himself and slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for who knows how long.

Before his eyes floated a tiny, humble existence.

Somewhat familiar.

"So that's how it is."

Voldemort smiled.

He is the Dark Lord.

He is the Great Will.

King Among Kings, Emperor Among Emperors.

Fate had chosen him.

He is the Chosen One, and the only one!

"Buzz."

As if responding to his realization, endless darkness surged like a tide.

As if celebrating.

Celebrating the birth of the true master of darkness!

Golden light appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a giant snake biting its tail, covering the sky and the sun.

He, Voldemort, had finally perfectly embodied the will of his ancestor, Salazar Slytherin.

No.

He was even greater than his ancestor.

He was immortal!

"My will shall surely tower over everything."

He reached out and grasped the void, his palm covering the sky.

Voldemort whispered in a deep voice, and the golden light that formed the snake biting its tail solidified and shrank bit by bit.

In the end, it turned into an ancient ring.

On the smooth, mirror-like surface of the ring, flame-like chased gold carvings burned quietly.

Hogwarts, second floor, girls' restroom.

"Heh."

Klein opened his eyes, his face filled with a relaxed expression.

To be honest, this was easier than he had imagined.

"This ambition will become your poison. The stronger your desire for power, the more deadly this poison will be."

Illusion manipulation, psychological suggestion, and a bit of curse and enslavement imprints.

Klein considered himself a reasonable person.

If Voldemort hadn't ruined his masquerade party, he wouldn't have resorted to such "minor tricks."

To prevent similar situations from happening in the future, it was necessary to put a bridle on the Old Snake.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot."

Recalling the ring in the illusion that was formed by Voldemort's will, Klein blinked and took a gold coin from his pocket. He walked to the sink, drew a simple alchemy circle with the residual water, and placed the gold coin in the center.

With a flash of light, the gold coin disappeared, and a pure gold ring lay quietly on the washbasin.

"Hmm, how should I enchant it?"

Replicating the appearance was easy, but the magic within required some thought.

Klein stroked his smooth chin with interest, a sly grin suddenly appearing on his face.

"Soul Weakness" "Magic Enhancement"

With a raise of his hand, he affixed both a curse and a blessing to the ring.

That wasn't all. Besides these, Klein had also put some thought into imbuing the ring with a special magic: any impure being who saw the ring would be overcome with uncontrollable greed, and the curse would be ineffective against those with complete souls.

"I hope you like my gift."

After getting his revenge, Klein was no longer angry with Voldemort.

He casually flicked out a wisp of Fiendfyre to deal with the troll, then smiled slightly and gradually faded from sight.

He couldn't wait to see Voldemort's expression when he awoke from the illusion to find a ring actually in his hand.

It would surely be hilarious~