Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 299 Didn't even hit a wave!
Secrets are like maggots born in a dark and damp corner, even if you don't know what else breeds under that darkness.

But just knowing its existence is enough to make people's heart surge and want to find out.

Voldemort is facing such a torment.

What is even more painful is that the person in front of him knows everything, but he is unwilling to tell him.

For a moment, he wanted to force the other party.

But this desire disappeared in a flash, and he thought of those silent people from all over the world.

It is not a wise choice to think of setting up such an enemy for the Death Eaters.

"Mr. Sylvester, if you have time, you can watch the process of your people joining the Reticent Man."

The deep meaning in the eyes of the director with white beard flashed past.

He clearly saw Voldemort's desire, but he chose to ignore it and extended an invitation instead.

Voldemort did not answer him immediately, but looked the man up and down.

He is of medium height, with white beard and hair, and a calm face with few wrinkles.

Voldemort was sure that this person must know his identity.

Guessing through the Malfoy family or through Snape's line is enough to find the correct answer.

What's more, the Silent Man is very powerful, even if he doesn't rely on speculation, there are other ways to deal with it.

even.

Among these silent people, there are Death Eaters.

The Death Eaters are not as organized as the Silent Man.

Therefore, even if those guys betrayed themselves, Voldemort would not be surprised.

What really surprised him was, why is this person so calm?
You know, you are facing me, Voldemort!
"Haven't asked for your name yet?"

Facing Voldemort's irrelevant answer, the person in front of him remained calm as before.

"Sir Gump, you can call me that," said the white-bearded chief.

"The descendants of Urick Gamp?" Voldemort asked a little surprised, "The Gamp family?"

"Among the ancestors, there is indeed Urik Gamp, but we do not belong to the same branch."

Sir Gamp said with a smile, "Our team is proud to protect the Department of Mysteries, so we have no contact with that side, and not many contacts with the outside world."

Voldemort frowned, thought for a moment and asked: "That is to say, before Urick Gamp established the Ministry of Magic, you have already started guarding this place?"

Sir Gamp smiled, but he neither nodded nor shook his head.

"Can't tell?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, subject to the rules of the silent man, sorry, Mr. Sylvester."

He said sorry, but there was a smile on his face, and he didn't apologize at all.

Voldemort could see it completely, the guy in front of him really didn't take himself seriously.

but.

Why treat yourself so special?
And why don't you refuse to put your own hands into the Silent Man?

There are many doubts in my heart, but obviously I can't get an answer from him.

Just because the silent people live up to their name, keeping your mouth shut is their biggest rule.

"Then take me to take a look, and I can also consider whether to join the team of the silent people."

Voldemort said with a smile, as if he didn't care about the unhappiness just now.

Sir Gamp also nodded with a smile, didn't say much, just led him to the hall of the brain.

The decoration style of the Hall of the Brain is completely different from that of the Hall of the Dead. The square room here is very bright.

The room was almost empty except for a table - behind which sat a man, with Snape standing next to him.

In addition, in the very center of the room, there is a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid, which is big enough to be called a swimming pool.

Many white things are slowly floating in it, and occasionally it can be seen that those floating out are things that look like brains.

Perhaps this was the origin of the name Brain Hall, but in Voldemort's view, this was too straightforward.

"We'll just watch here."

Sir Gamp spoke suddenly, when they were not so close to Snape.

"Ok."

said Voldemort softly, standing where he was.

Not long after, the person sitting behind the desk wrote the last stroke on the paper on the desk.

Then he looked up and said something to Snape.

Snape nodded to show that he understood, then turned to look at Voldemort and the others.

But his eyes were calm, and he didn't look at Voldemort specifically, and he didn't think he recognized Voldemort.

But he nodded to Sir Gamp, who evidently recognized the Secretary.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Snape withdrew his gaze and began to walk towards the pool in the center of the brain hall.

The soles of his shoes stepped on the water stains, making a crisp sound, and he was getting closer and closer to the dark green pool.

Finally, he came to the pool, squatted down, and stretched out his hand.

A white figure passing by him suddenly turned back and came running towards him.

Snape's arm twitched, and it looked like he was going to flinch instinctively, but he was restrained again.

Then he froze in place for a moment before slowly taking his right hand out of the water.

And what appeared with his right palm was a white brain, and behind it were tentacles of thought that seemed real or phantom.

"Are those real brains?" Voldemort couldn't help asking.

"Yes and no."

Sir Gamp made a plausible remark, which caused Voldemort's face to show displeasure behind the mask, but he was quick to explain.

"It's really the brain, but the state is somewhere between true and false."

"The two states between true and false?" Voldemort asked in surprise, "When is it true and when is..."

"It's true now."

Sir Gamp interrupted Voldemort and motioned for Voldemort to look carefully.

Voldemort looked at Snape, and sure enough, he saw the tentacles of thinking in the back of his brain began to circle towards Snape.

He was expressionless at first, but it didn't take long for him to become distressed.

First, his body began to tremble, then his legs trembled as if he couldn't stand up, and finally he just lay on the ground with his head in his arms.

"What's the matter with him?" Voldemort asked, rubbing his wand with his right hand.

"It may be that Occlumency is too strong, causing Death Brain to break through his magic first. Of course, there may be other reasons. In short, he is resisting." Sir Gamp said.

"Resist?" Voldemort twirled his wand twice more on his fingertips. "Does he need help?"

"No, Death's Brain generally won't hurt him."

After Gamp finished speaking, he took another look at Snape's painful expression, and said hesitantly, "Normally, it won't hurt, but sometimes there will be some accidents."

"Like now?" Voldemort asked, fingers wrapping around the handle of the staff.

"No, sir, not yet."

Gamp saw what he was thinking, and hurriedly stopped him, "Even if you do this, it won't cause damage to the brain, but I don't think you need to do it."

"But I just sent him here to learn about the Hall of Death, and I didn't have the idea of ​​letting him come to die."

After all, Voldemort couldn't hold back.

He drew out his wand with great speed, and cast the Killing Curse on the white, death-brain held by Snape.

"Whoosh."

The magic shot away, Sir Gamp did not make any blocking action as Voldemort imagined.

He watched quietly, as if he was watching something that had nothing to do with him.

Then, the magic passed through the brain, and the electricity shot into the dark green water, disappearing.

And the dark green pool water didn't even make a single wave!
(End of this chapter)