Hogwarts : this dark lord is so evil

Chapter 4: The Correct Use of Voldemort

However, in that case, it would be difficult to follow the same path as Voldemort and Grindelwald.

Jacob already had an idea in mind and opened the system interface within his thoughts. The interface was simple, displaying only available products and his merit point balance.

[Product 1: 50ml (Unlocked) – 5 Merit Points]

[Product 2: "Complete Guide to Low-Level Magic" (Unlocked) – 50 Merit Points]

[Refresh Time Countdown: 8 hours, 27 minutes, 39 seconds]

[Merit Points: 50]

[Dark Lord Achievement: Not Achieved]

The moment Jacob saw the second item, he clicked on it without hesitation.

> ["Complete Guide to Low-Level Magic" is a system-exclusive book covering nearly all low-level spells currently in circulation. It provides detailed casting techniques and explores the historical evolution of these spells...]

Jacob didn't even finish reading the description before making his purchase.

Even though the book only contained information on low-level spells, it was an invaluable resource for a beginner like him. Besides, given its level of detail, it was something he'd never find in any bookstore.

"Ding! Do you want to purchase 'Complete Guide to Low-Level Magic'?"

"Yes!"

"Ding! Please select the language for this book."

Jacob was surprised. "Can I choose the language? Is there a simplified Chinese version?"

He asked casually, knowing that simplified Chinese wouldn't exist until the 1950s—yet it was only the 1930s now.

"Ding! The simplified english version of 'Complete Guide to Low-Level Magic' has been delivered. Please check."

Jacob suddenly felt warmth in his palm. A book with a black cover appeared in his hand.

He picked it up, feeling that something was off. The thickness didn't match the amount of content described. If it truly contained so much information, it should have been much thicker.

On the black cover, embossed in gold lettering, was the English title: Oliver Twist.

What? Where's the spellbook I was promised? Why am I holding a Dickens novel?

Jacob frowned.

Then, something strange happened. As he focused his gaze entirely on the title, the language words Oliver Twist slowly transformed into simplified english—Complete Guide to Low-Level Magic.

Even more astonishingly, the moment he looked away, the title reverted to Oliver Twist.

"Ding! This is a system-exclusive book. Only the host and those authorized by the host can see its true content."

Jacob smirked.

The book had a disguise function! This meant he wouldn't have to worry about anyone discovering an overly detailed spellbook in his possession.

Additionally, since the true contents were concealed, its thickness didn't reflect how much information was actually inside.

Jacob casually flipped through the pages. As expected, the novel's text gradually transformed into an elaborate spell guide before his eyes! And best of all, it was in simplified english!

Had this been a real spellbook, it would have contained many archaic English words that would be difficult to interpret. But thanks to the system's version, the translation was precise, fluent, and elegant—eliminating that problem entirely.

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Knock, knock!

"Sir, it's time to eat."

Jacob, engrossed in his spell studies, lifted his head. The sky outside had already darkened.

Had time passed so quickly?

He opened the door and found Voldemort standing there with a humble expression.

Gone was the arrogant demeanor from earlier in the day. Now, he looked meek and obedient.

Voldemort was an expert at switching masks. He knew when to act cold and distant, and when to show a submissive attitude.

From another perspective, this was his talent.

"Voldemort, don't call me 'sir.' It sounds weird. Just call me Jacob," he said with a smile.

Voldemort nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face. "Then I'll call you Jacob when we're around others, but I'll still address you as 'sir' when it's just us."

Jacob chuckled.

This kid really knew how to play the game. He was polite, considerate, and had an excellent façade.

No wonder that, once he went to school, almost everyone except Dumbledore adored him.

"Suit yourself," Jacob replied casually, heading toward the dining hall.

Voldemort followed closely behind, perfectly acting the part of a loyal lackey.

His performance was flawless.

But Jacob knew the truth—Voldemort was a snake. A patient predator. The moment he saw an opportunity, he'd strike without hesitation.

Such a dangerous child...

Jacob glanced at him, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

Bang!

Jacob suddenly smacked Voldemort on the head.

Voldemort covered his head in shock. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"J-Jacob... Why did you hit me?!" he asked cautiously.

"Ding! The host has successfully inflicted an insulting attack on the vicious imp. +10 Merit Points awarded!"

Jacob withdrew his hand, satisfied.

Perfect. Not only had he developed the correct way to deal with Voldemort, but he also earned enough points to buy spell water.

Hearing the system notification, he smiled.

"Sorry, I saw a fly on your head."

Voldemort looked bewildered. "A fly? Where?"

"It got away."

"...?"

Voldemort's eyes widened. Even a fool would realize that Jacob had hit him on purpose.

"Hurry up," Jacob said nonchalantly. "Mrs. Cole doesn't like waiting for people at dinner."

Voldemort clenched his fists as he stared at Jacob's back.

Did he figure out my plan?

No... Impossible! There's no way he could know what I was thinking!

Then why did he hit me?

Was he... testing me? Seeing if I was really obedient?

Voldemort replayed the moment in his mind. Had he shown any expression he shouldn't have?

But without a mirror, he had no way of knowing whether he had successfully concealed his true emotions.

Fear crept into him.

For the first time in his life, Voldemort worried that Jacob might suddenly decide to eliminate him.

Because if their roles were reversed—he definitely would.