Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 309 The fate of being peeped
The sound of dementors fluttering could be heard in the corridor, but the silent needle drop could be heard inside the prison.

Voldemort looked at August quietly, and fell silent with him.

After a long time, August's characteristic hoarse, but gentle voice sounded.

"In the Rookwood family, the silent man has been passed down from generation to generation."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said some irrelevant words.

But Voldemort showed no surprise, nor did he intend to interrupt.

He looked at each other with his head sideways, holding the handle of the stick in one hand, and playing with the tip of the stick in the other.

The wand rolled in his hands, and there was curiosity in his eyes.

"I believe that magic originated there, which may sound unbelievable, but the whole Rookwood family believes in it."

August looked up at Voldemort, with a shy smile on his thin but gentle face, "Master, don't we seem too ignorant like this?"

Voldemort smiled and said, "We are still children before magic, August, I believe the Rookwood family's speculation is not without reason."

"Yes Master."

As if encouraged, August said excitedly, "When I was young, my family elders speculated that Apparition, Portkey, and the Floo Network may all be sharing the same pipeline."

"Pipe?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"Yes Master."

August nodded and said, "You know the Floo Network, the Ministry of Magic can be opened for witches and witches, but when using the Portkey, it feels like being hooked into the pipeline."

Voldemort thought about the feeling just now, and nodded in agreement.

"And apparition, it's more like a way to actively enter this pipeline, and it was squeezed out in the end."

August suddenly smiled, and then apologized, "I'm sorry, master, I remembered some interesting things with my brother when I was young."

"It's okay, August, what you said sounds very interesting." Voldemort said warmly, "But I still don't understand what you mean by these things."

"Sorry, master, what I said was a bit long-winded."

August bowed apologetically, and said, "Our guess is that those pipes came first, and then the Floo Network, Portkey, and Apparation."

Voldemort frowned. He found this bold guess interesting.

"But does that have anything to do with the Reticent Man?" asked Voldemort.

"Restricted by some reasons, Master, I can only talk about things before joining the Silent Man."

August bowed again, avoiding Voldemort's gaze.

"what do you mean……"

Voldemort opened his mouth slowly, it could be seen that the other party refused to get up for a long time, and he also understood that he was limited by the "not to participate in affairs", and it was difficult for August to say more.

"I see what you mean, August, go on."

"Yes, Master."

Only then did August get up, and said again, "Each family can only have one person to join the Silent Man, and this person does not need excellent magical talent, but a unique disposition."

"Can I say it?"

"Of course, Master, this was before I joined the Silent Man." Augustus said, "'Being able to endure loneliness', Master, this is what the Silent Man needs."

Voldemort nodded slowly, jerked his wand in his hand, and said, "Go on, please."

"I joined the Reticent Man because I can bear loneliness, master, it's not a bad temper, but it made me win over my brother." August said, laughing again.

Voldemort nodded, motioning for the other to continue.

"I joined the Prophecy Hall." August continued, "I worked there for a long time, and under the auspices of the director, I broke several prophecy balls."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows again, looked away from his wand, and looked at him curiously.

"Is it possible to tell these things?" asked Voldemort.

"Yes, master, this does not involve the secret of the Reticent Man." After August finished speaking, he frowned and thought for a while, "Maybe I played a side ball, but in any case, there was no warning in the contract."

Voldemort nodded slightly, scanning August from top to bottom, thinking about how the warning came about.

Finally, his eyes settled on the opponent's head.

"I can bear loneliness, master, but I can't bear curiosity. Perhaps, that is also the guidance of fate."

August did not explain the so-called warning, even though Voldemort's eyes were curious.

Perhaps this is the content that is not allowed to be told in the rules, so he did not elaborate.

Seeing this, Voldemort no longer pursued it, after all, his subordinate had already said enough.

"What did curiosity make you do, August?" Voldemort asked.

"It made me break a few prophecy balls, master." August said with a smile in his hoarse voice.

Voldemort froze for a moment, then laughed too.

Not one, not two, but several.

August's curiosity is really heavy.

"Actually, I just broke one at first, but I feel like that was fate."

August's expression became serious, and he said, "That's a prophecy about me, a prophecy that surprised me."

"You mean, you saw your own destiny?" Voldemort asked, a red light slowly lit up in his right eye.

Surprise appeared on August's face, and then he knelt down on one knee, allowing Voldemort to look down at him.

In the eyes of the prophet, white light bloomed on August's body.

Although the light was not as good as Harry and Dumbledore, it was not weaker than Ron.

This is a person who has jumped out of the long river of fate and is enough to influence "fate".

But what surprised Voldemort more than the white light was the flames on his body.

The red and gold two-color light spiraled upward like a vortex, climbing upward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

two-color...

increase……

For a moment, Voldemort didn't know what this meant.

"Master, I have not only seen my own future."

August, who knelt on one knee and lowered his head, spoke.

"I saw several futures, even..."

His voice trembled suddenly, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or panic.

"I had a feeling that if I had continued watching at the time, the future would be endless."

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise, and then his eyes were fixed on August's body.

Under the gaze of the Prophet's Eye, the red and blue flames have risen and broken through the roof, entering an invisible height.

"Have you seen this future?" Voldemort asked in a low voice, extremely serious.

"Yes, master." August replied with his head still lowered.

"Say it, August, if you do see it."

"Master, you are here because you hope that I will use my identity as the Silent Man to get close to Snape, so as to find out his 'confidence', right?"

August's voice was still hoarse and gentle, and he seemed to remain calm.

It was Voldemort, who froze in place because of his words, and was speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)