Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 288 Sacrifice to the God of Death
"My invitation is always valid, Mr. Sylvester. Before you make a decision, please allow me to introduce to you the reasons why I want you to assist me."

Director Whitebeard didn't seem surprised by Voldemort's refusal, he walked down the steps as he spoke.

Voldemort saw that he was somewhat absent-minded, but this emotion gradually dissipated as he explained the Death Hall to himself.

"We study death."

Chief Whitebeard pointed to the curtain on the stone platform they were walking towards, "That is the passage leading to the underworld, where countless undead are there, and Death is also there."

"Reaper?" Voldemort asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure."

The white-bearded director looked at Voldemort, nodded firmly, and said, "Occasionally we can hear his appeals. Generally speaking, in this case, we will choose to respond to him."

"How to respond?" Voldemort asked.

"Fulfill his request." The white-bearded director replied.

"In other words, you will worship that unknown existence?"

"It's Death."

"Okay, will you worship the God of Death?"

"Yes."

While answering, the white-bearded director came to the stone platform and approached the weird door that stood there but would not fall down.

"I've never heard that wizards believe in gods." Voldemort followed up and said.

Director Whitebeard spread his hands, signaling that they were like this.

"People with more death breath will hear more voices when they get closer to this door."

Director Whitebeard signaled Voldemort to get closer, "Usually we would choose wizards who are dying, but if there are any wizards who have a particularly strong breath of death, we will also invite them."

"like me?"

"Yes." Director Whitebeard nodded with a smile, "Can you hear something?"

Voldemort leaned his ear to the curtain, but he didn't dare to lean too far, he thought it was too weird.

"Don't worry, there won't be a hand inside." Director Whitebeard said jokingly.

Voldemort stretched out a hand to signal the other party to be quiet, because he did hear some broken voices.

Frowning closer, listen carefully:
"who are you?"

asked a sharp girl, but before Voldemort could be surprised, another voice sounded.

"I can't use these spells...damn..."

"Where is this... are we already dead..."

"It's so dark here... it's scary..."

Except for the female voice who passed by in a hurry before, other voices were mixed together, which was extremely chaotic.

"If you find a very clear male voice and have a strong desire to need it, please inform me in time, Mr. Sylvester, that is the need of Death God." Director Whitebeard said in a low voice but eagerly.

"It's very confusing. I can only hear a female voice clearly, and there is no..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, a broken male voice suddenly appeared.

As a result, the veil suddenly shook violently, and the white bearded director's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Voldemort expectantly.

At this time, Voldemort also froze in place, because he heard a strange demand.

"What is it?"

Director Whitebeard asked eagerly.

"Black dog, I mean... yes, black dog, but why black dog?"

Voldemort repeated the sentence several times in surprise.

Of course he knew Black Dog.

And according to Lin Zuo's memory, a black dog will indeed fall into the curtain a few years later.

But what he couldn't understand was, why was it the voice he heard, and why was it a black dog?

"Black dog?"

There was also strong doubt in the voice of Director Whitebeard, "Are you sure you heard right?"

Voldemort was a little unconfident when he was asked. The voice just passed by, and he really couldn't give an answer with certainty.

"I'll listen again."

Voldemort said so, and tried hard to listen again.

Director Whitebeard opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

Voldemort listened for a long time again. There were only messy conversations that could not hear any specific information, and there was no clear voice as before.

"That voice will never be heard again."

After working hard for ten minutes, Voldemort spread his hands.

"Normal." Director Whitebeard said now, "Usually when this voice appears once, it will never appear again. It was the same before."

"Would there be such a request as a black dog before?" Voldemort asked.

"Similar requests... It is the first time for Black Dog to have phoenix tail hair or dragon heartstrings, as well as emotional requests."

After the white-bearded director finished speaking, he smacked his mouth twice.

He looked a bit puzzled, but he quickly walked out of the doubt.

"In any case, since the god of death has made a request, we have to satisfy it, and generally speaking, whoever hears it is the one who sacrifices, so please wait a moment."

After the white bearded director finished speaking, he hurriedly left the death room, leaving Voldemort here with confidence.

Voldemort tried to listen again, but in the end got nowhere.

He circled the curtain a few times curiously, and after confirming that the gate was standing here alone, he began to study the stone platform below.

But before he could come up with any results from his research, Director Whitebeard walked in.

"Sacrifice now, and we will help you complete it together."

While speaking, the white-bearded director threw the black dog beside Voldemort, and took out a black robe and mask from his arms, "Wear it on your body, Mr. Sylvester, you have to hide your identity. "

Voldemort took the black robe and mask, put them on and asked after putting them on, "You, are there other people besides you?"

"Yes, I made you wear these to protect your identity."

After he finished speaking, he blew a loud whistle to the back.

Next, countless people in black robes and masks filed in from outside the door.

Until the entire room seemed to be full, and finally no one entered the death hall.

"You need to kill the black dog with your own hands, and then shout, 'Our devout priest, sacrifice its soul to the god of death', that's all you need to do," said the white-bearded director.

Voldemort wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, such a simple ceremony would not cause him any harm.

So, with curiosity about the god of death, he decided to participate in this ceremony.

"Before you act, we will conduct a slightly lengthy ceremony."

Director Whitebeard said again, "But, Mr. Sylvester, you don't have to worry about anything. When you need to act, I will talk to you alone."

Voldemort frowned. The Whitebeard hadn't said before that the ceremony was so complicated.

If this is the case, he needs to treat it with caution.

"This ritual doesn't involve me, does it?"

"No, I promise as the silent person, the ritual only works on us."

After the white-bearded director finished speaking, seeing that the worry on Voldemort's face did not disappear, he hurriedly continued to explain.

"In fact, the ceremony is just to open the channel. You will know the answer when you see it. If you feel unsafe at that time, you can refuse my request."

"You say so, I can try it, but if the situation is not right, I will definitely refuse." Voldemort said firmly.

"Of course, you can do that. The Silent Man never persecutes others." Director Whitebeard nodded.

Only then did Voldemort feel relieved, and he decided to take a look to see what the hell these people were doing.

(End of this chapter)