In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

"How does it matter if the so-called emotions that drive magic are positive or negative, as long as the power that can be achieved is sufficient?"

Voldemort's voice became high.

He seemed to have a set of creed entirely his own, never being bothered by Dumbledore's words of love.

Especially after the fusion of the two souls.

Now, hearing Jon's question, he actually wanted to instil his own reasoning into Jon.

"You're completely brainwashed by that Dumbledore's rhetoric, Jon Green! Love? I've never denied that it exists, but would a human being go out of their way to truly love a dog? Especially if that dog never pleases you, wags its tail at you and begs for food, or even thinks it was born to be your equal?"

"You're saying no wizard who isn't pureblood can be called a human?"

"You should know exactly who I'm referring to here by the [dog] substitution." Voldemort stared condescendingly into Jon's eyes, "Between wizards, there may not be that big of a gap, but everyone knows that muggles and wizards are two species altogether, and the difference between the two is much worse than even the difference between a human and a dog! So how do humans deal with such a gap?"

He answered his own question.

"Domestication, domesticate these creatures into loyal pets, let the nature of subordination be engraved in their bones, the master is the master, the pet is the pet, as a wizard you have to be above the rest, and as the strongest amongst the wizards you have to be the king of all!"

He looked at Jon with contempt with those cold-to-core eyes.

"So can you see why I suppressed those mudbloods?"

Jon met those eyes without fear.

"In your eyes, it's a bunch of dogs that are deluded enough to become human and have actually achieved it."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Voldemort laughed maniacally like he was incredibly excited by this reply from Jon!

"What is a human doing? Taking ferocious beasts and killing them before putting them in captivity, and domesticating docile animals before eating them. Look at them, do they even mention equality, fraternity, and fairness when faced with creatures of a different species than their own? This world is supposed to be about the weak and the strong! It is the supreme rule for those who are capable, to rise to the top, for those who are mediocre to fall to the bottom, and for those who are inferior to be eliminated! The so-called fairness is just a kind of whitewash used by those on top to hide their own specialness!"

"But there will always be those who will naively take these false lies as truth, like Albus Dumbledore, how did his sister go mad? Doesn't he know himself? Doesn't he suffer? Yet he's still willing to protect the muggles and mudbloods for this lie. Is that selflessness or stupidity?"

Voldemort rose high into the air with a single step, as his words rang out.

"The history of mankind has seen thousands of years of nobles and commoners, and is there no difference between them? They are capable of creating such a great hierarchy, then what about the wizards who control magic, which has its own strengths and weaknesses?"

"Up and down, superiority and inferiority, that's the way it should be, I'm just tearing down those hypocritical mortifications, and most of you who oppose me are really only doing so because you're on the weaker side of the spectrum. Like we talked about earlier in Hogwarts Castle, Jon, if the pureblood supremacy theory was turned around and turned into muggle-born supremacy, how many of your like-minded mates would have gone from being the current victim to a new abuser?"

Jon finished listening to his speech and by this time, Voldemort had floated to the highest point of the black mist.

He looked down from his high position, and the Death Eaters on the ground, who were getting more and more tense and were fighting to the death, erupted into violent cheers after listening to his speech.

Perhaps some of Voldemort's words had ripped some of the pureblood blinders off, but the fact that he had been able to rationalise in such a way why all the vested interests in the United Kingdom today were entitled to them was enough to make those Death Eaters present cheer.

Whether Jon believed Voldemort's words or not, those of them were really listening!

Jon looked at Voldemort and knew that it wasn't that he had an ulterior motive for saying those words, but that they were all what he believed from the bottom of his heart.

The purebloods were cheering, and Voldemort was looking up at him, wanting to see exactly how Jon would counter his words.

Jon, on the other hand, wasn't half inclined to engage in any kind of argument with him or to explore what kind of society the world should actually aim to become.

These people were all immersed in their own world nowadays, thinking that indulgence was the most sensible thing to do, and that restraint was hypocrisy, so even if Jon could talk his head off, it wouldn't sway them one bit, and it would just be a waste of time.

He just slowly raised his hand, the wand that was handed over to him by Dumbledore as his inheritance, with its roots coming from the [God of Death], horizontally in front of himself.

It didn't even look like a normal spell-casting motion, as the tip of the wand wasn't aimed at anyone at all, and such a gesture wouldn't allow for a normal waving of the wand.

But after seeing this, a strange feeling surged through Voldemort's mind as he looked at Jon, who was holding his wand across his body like he felt like he was preparing the ancient relic of inheritance to be devoured!

"The most difficult thing in this world is actually convincing someone whose philosophy is completely alien to your own."

Jon's voice rang out, his voice was soft as if he was simply saying something, but the actual words spoken were an ironclad declaration of war!

"But there are actually some words that I share with you, that the only way to solve problems at the bottom of the barrel in this world is really only an instinctual path such as the weak and the strong. Those truths you can feel free to say at any time, to any person, but right now, what I want to say is, Tom Riddle, are you ready?"

As his words fell, the ancient Elder Wand suddenly went dry!

It was as if all the magic power it contained had been sucked out by something in an instant, and the Elder wood, which hosted the most powerful wand core in this world, turned into a fragile and powerless withered tree branch!

And a light grey flame had risen from Jon's body, a dead power, mixed with an aura that made Voldemort feel incomparably disgusted, yet incomparably familiar!

Jon earnestly put away the withered branch that had completely lost its status as the Deathly Hallows, he looked towards Voldemort and extended his right hand.

"I've always thought that Professor Dumbledore's way of disciplining his students was just too gentle sometimes."

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