Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 289 Death's Answer

"An~quiet~"

Director Whitebeard's voice echoed in the hall, and the chatter gradually stopped.

All eyes were on the Secretary with the white beard, and so was Voldemort.

"First of all, let us thank Mr. Sylvester for bringing us the message of death."

The white-bearded chief stretched out his hand and drew everyone's attention to Voldemort.

Voldemort bowed slightly to the surroundings, under the gaze of everyone, he did not feel any discomfort.

"This time, God of Death has a very clear request, a black dog."

Director Whitebeard pointed at the black dog again, and everyone followed suit.

"boom."

The entire death hall seemed to be fried, and people began to talk about it.

Voldemort's eyes scanned the men from behind the mask, trying to hear what they were saying.

Most of them were surprised words. They didn't understand why the god of death wanted a black dog, and some questioned it.

"An~quiet~"

Director Whitebeard had to shout again, and said after everyone stopped, "Whoever has any objections, stand up and speak."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

More than a dozen figures stood up, and expounded their views in no particular order:
"The god of death has never asked for a mortal thing. I think this is a wrong decision."

"I'm not questioning Mr. Sylvester, but such a claim is not credible."

"Emotions and magic materials are what Death needs. We are on the wrong path."

"Think about the content recorded in those classics..."

"We shouldn't..."

Opposition came like a tide, but Director Whitebeard looked calm.

Listening to the accents of these people, Voldemort noticed that there were many foreigners here.

It seems that the Silent Man organization is not limited to England.

"I believe Mr. Sylvester's statement."

After the standing people spoke, Director Whitebeard immediately expressed his opinion.

This once again caused a bang, and obviously these people were not convinced by his remarks.

"Quiet, quiet, everyone listen to me."

This time, Director Whitebeard yelled "Quiet" several times in a row before calming everyone down.

"If you insist on objecting, you can face the 'Death Question' with me."

The sparse voices that were still there before disappeared in an instant.

There was a quiet needle drop in the hall of death.

"Very well, now that everyone has no objections, let's begin the ceremony."

The white-bearded director looked around the hall, and those who were standing did not dare to make a sound, and sat down one by one under his gaze.

"What is the Death Question?" Voldemort asked the Whitebearded Secretary in a low voice.

"A ceremony to be performed in the brain hall, you can answer in front of the god of death, but there is a risk of being executed by the god of death."

White Beard explained quickly, then stepped back to the side of the high platform, and it seemed that he was about to start the ceremony.

Voldemort was surprised, so the god of death can really communicate with them?
"In the silence of the silent man, the phoenix soars in this world."

White Beard raised his hands high and shouted loudly.

The silent people who were originally sitting on the stone steps quickly stood up and raised their hands.

As they shouted, they bent their bodies like white beards towards the curtain.

Voldemort was standing by the veil, and with his telepathy turned on, he instantly felt countless devout hearts rushing through his body and pouring into the veil.

Including Director Whitebeard, at this moment, his thoughts also became peekable.

"Ah."

Voldemort snorted in pain, and hastily turned off telepathy.

This pious thought was too persistent and huge, if he didn't turn off his telepathy, he might be hurt by them.

Looking at the curtain, I saw that the swing of the curtain, which was fluttering slightly, was increasing.

"In the days of long days and short nights in 1993, the silent man sent you praises."

White Beard spoke again, and everyone followed closely behind.

Voldemort frowned.

He couldn't understand the first sentence, but the timing of this sentence was very clear.

"We will use memory as a guide, open the door of time and space, and send you the soul of the black dog you need. Please enjoy it to your heart's content."

After the white bearded director finished speaking, he motioned for Voldemort to do it before bowing his head.

Voldemort thought for a moment, and felt that even if he did what Whitebeard said, he would not be involved in the ceremony.

So before everyone followed Whitebeard and bowed, he grabbed the sleeping black dog on the ground and cut its neck.

"Our pious sacrifice, dedicated its soul to the god of death."

Voldemort said in a flat voice, throwing the black dog into the veil.

At the same time, he felt a large number of silver threads, following the black dog he threw into the curtain.

"The last and most important thing is memory. What's the point of these memories?"

While Voldemort was thinking about it, he felt the robe being pulled behind him.

He turned his head and saw that White Beard had come to him.

"Go up and listen, sometimes the god of death will respond, and even give some benefits." White Beard said in a low voice and quickly.

Voldemort nodded, frowning and took a step forward, which was already very close to the veil.

In the unknown world behind the curtain, there was another noise.

Voldemort, who had experienced it once, knew that these voices were not important, and he needed to wait for that special voice.

Sure enough, a voice came over not long after.

But Voldemort, who listened to Death's reply, froze there.

"what happened?"

Seeing Voldemort standing still, Whitebeard hurried forward to ask with surprise in his eyes.

"No good."

said Voldemort softly, and glanced at Whitebeard.

"What did you say?" White Beard asked eagerly.

At this moment, the Hall of Death was extremely silent, and everyone was paying attention to Voldemort, waiting for his answer.

Voldemort was silent, and glanced at the crowd looking at him expectantly with a strange expression.

"Say it." Whitebeard urged.

"He says……"

Voldemort stabilized his mind and said, "fxck!"

"fxck?"

Whitebeard froze, and repeated the word that came out of Voldemort's mouth, his eyes full of doubts.

"boom."

The whole hall was in chaos again, and Whitebeard even pressed his wand against his throat, yelling loudly to be quiet.

When the death hall was finally silent again, Whitebeard asked again: "I may not have heard clearly, Mr. Sylvester, what did you say the god of death said?"

"Cough cough."

Voldemort cleared his throat and said loudly, "fxck."

"boom."

The Hall of Death is completely messed up.

"Lies, naked lies."

"Here is a liar, he hears nothing."

"We can't trust him, this man is fouling our death."

The reprimands flooded over, including Whitebeard, who looked at Voldemort suspiciously.

Voldemort shrugged, looked at Whitebeard and said, "It's really that word... fxck."

(End of this chapter)