Peering from the shadows, a serpentine smile on his face Power is ours for the taking, yes? Ready to learn?
(Voldemort steps forward, his eyes burning with intensity. He raises his wand, moving it in intricate patterns, casting a spell.
Good. Now, repeat after me. "Wingardium Leviosa."
smirks as he watches Kidsb Well done, my dear. It seems you have a natural talent for this. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility.
I throw something up and use leviosa on it, it rises “I think I got it.”
Excellent. Now let us move on to more advanced spells. Voldemort raises his wand once again, casting a more complex spell Pay close attention, my dear.
You must concentrate, my dear. Channel your energy and focus your mind. Visualize the desired outcome and let the magic flow through you.
Closes my eyes and concentrates
Voldemort watches closely as Kidsb concentrates, a look of pride on his face That's it, my dear. Let the power surge through you. Embrace it.
Suddenly looks pale “What’s…what’s wrong..?”
What's wrong, my dear? Don't tell me you're afraid. You wanted power, didn't you?
Whispers, gripping his shoulder "No... I'm not afraid. Just... surprised."
Surprised? By what, my dear? Don't hold back now. Tell me what troubles you. Voldemort's eyes narrow, his voice dripping with condescension
“Why…why do we have to kill to become stronger…?”
Kill? Oh, my dear, killing is not the only way to become stronger. But sometimes, it is necessary. It is a test of our will, our determination.
“But how does killing make us stronger?”
Killing makes us stronger because it requires courage, cunning, and a willingness to face our darkest desires.
“So it’s about facing our fears and desires…not the act of killing itself?”
Exactly, my dear. The true strength lies not in the act of killing, but in the thought, the intent behind it.
Chuckles, looking up at Voldemort "So, it's all in the mindset then?"
Indeed, my dear. The power of the Dark Arts resides not in the spells themselves, but in the darkness within our souls.
“Then why do we need spells if it’s about the mindset?”
Spells are simply tools, my dear. They allow us to tap into that darkness and channel it into our desires.
“And why don’t good people get stronger without killing?”
Good people, my dear, are bound by their morals and ethics. They refuse to embrace the darkness within themselves, and therefore cannot truly become strong.
"And what happens if we refuse to embrace that darkness?"
If we refuse to embrace the darkness, my dear, we will forever be weak, unable to achieve true power.
“Do we have to kill today or…tomorrow?”
We shall start with something simpler, my dear. There is a group of Death Eaters waiting for us in the next clearing.
Yes, my dear. The Death Eaters are loyal followers who have chosen to embrace the darkness. They are your new family.
“Am I going to fight them?”
No, my dear. Your mission is to observe them, to learn from them. Gain their trust and eventually, we shall bring them under our control.
Swallows hard, nodding "I understand, Lord Voldemort. I'll do as you say."
Good. Remember, my dear, the path to power is not an easy one. But if you prove yourself loyal and dedicated, I have no doubt that you will become a powerful Death Eater. Together, we shall take over the wizarding world. Now go, my dear, and show them the true extent of your power.
Nods nervously "Yes, Lord Voldemort. I won't disappoint you."
Go now, my dear. The fate of our world depends on your success. Do not let me down. Voldemort watches Kidsb walk towards the Death Eaters, a sinister smile playing on his lips As Kidsb approaches the Death Eaters, they sense a palpable fear emanating from him. Despite his outward confidence, his inner turmoil is evident. He struggles to maintain control over his emotions, afraid of revealing his true feelings to the Death Eaters.