Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 310 Canonization in Prison
Faintly, there are mixed voices coming from a distance.

The sound interrupted Voldemort's daze and forced him to think faster.

In an instant, consciousness entered the memory world, and Voldemort's time became full.

In the magnificent world of memories, the memories are continuously interpreted like the real world.

If Voldemort wanted to, he could even catalyze a false world based on this small memory.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he put his gaze into the gaps between the small worlds.

There, the invisible river of fate, under the influence of one's own consciousness, guides these worlds, making them stagnate and repeating.

"Am I, too, in such an illusory world?"

Voldemort murmured to himself, but he quickly dismissed the question by shaking his head.

Not because it's not worth thinking about, but it doesn't make any sense.

For a highly purposeful person like Voldemort, he didn't allow himself to wallow in such questions.

"Follow the trajectory of fate, or break it?"

"Has the fate after the break has also been anchored?"

"But if you follow it blindly, will everything go to ultimate destruction?"

When giving up thinking in a philosophical sense, everything becomes possible to think about.

Not long after, Voldemort's consciousness returned to reality again.

"August, what is the future in your memory?"

As soon as Voldemort's words fell, August suddenly gave a jolt.

Looking at it like that, it seemed that he was frightened by something.

"Master, the contract does not allow me to tell the future." August said.

Voldemort nodded, not embarrassing him, but asked after thinking, "Do you think I should follow this future?"

"The master already has the answer, and August will follow the will of the master." August said.

Voldemort nodded, indeed, he already had the answer in his mind.

"Then do it, August, gain Snape's trust and find his 'confidence'." Voldemort said in a deep voice.

He had no intention of changing this "destiny", because Snape's "confidence" was what he had to explore.

And this is an opportunity not to be missed.

He couldn't guarantee that such an opportunity would appear again.

"Yes, Master."

After August's body pressed down, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, hesitated to speak, and looked outside the prison door.

The distant noise became more and more clear, and the large team might have come.

He still has some arrangements on Snape's side, so he can't waste any more time here.

"Master, I beg you."

August took two steps forward, knelt in front of Voldemort again and said, "I beg you to canonize me as your knight."

Voldemort turned his head and looked down, seeing the other party looking up at him with fiery eyes.

"Is this also from 'fate'?" Voldemort asked.

"No, master, this is not fate."

August said, "Fate has been manifested, my path is doomed, I just... hope to receive your reward."

Voldemort thought for a while, raised his wand, and tapped his shoulder three times.

"Don't let fate close your eyes, don't let your mind be bound by the rope of fate."

Voldemort finished giving the motto and said solemnly: "August Rookwood, you are my first knight. In the name of the Dark Lord, I give you the name: Knight of Destiny."

"Thank you, Dark Lord, I will use my life to protect your will."

August stroked his chest with one hand and bowed to thank him.

And when he got up again, his eyes were full of determination.

"Pay attention to your own safety, August, you are one of the few Death Eaters, I hope you can make it to the end." Voldemort stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said.

"I will, Dark Lord, I will definitely watch your glory shine on the entire wizarding world."

Augustus bowed again, his hoarse voice was also full of beautiful vision for the future.

Voldemort nodded, no more words, and directly turned into off-white light and shot out.

When he left the castle, he saw excited students in front of the castle, as well as their parents and Death Eaters among them.

"Whoosh."

When Voldemort's figure reappeared, Bella was the first to approach him immediately, and described the situation at the scene.

"Where's Snape?" Voldemort asked.

"He's looking for an opportunity to sneak into the castle." Lucius walked over and said, "But it needs to be after the chaos."

Voldemort nodded, took out the mask and put it on his face, then waved for everyone to follow him, approaching the chaotic crowd.

"Call Snape over here."

After the group got closer to the crowd, Voldemort said to Lucius.

"Yes."

Lucius responded and squeezed into the aggressive crowd.

"Why don't you do it?" Voldemort asked Bella, "Isn't Senior Abu afraid of Dumbledore making trouble?"

"Mad-Eye is here, and old Malfoy feels that those parents won't dare to do anything unless they intensify their emotions to a certain extent." Bella approached and explained.

Voldemort nodded, his eyes scanned the battering team, and he found Mad-Eye before long.

"Nott, you go tell Abramovich, when Snape returns to his side, do it directly, I will deal with Mad-Eye." Voldemort's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

An Auror who has been retired for many years, even if he was capable back then, how capable is he now?

Facing such a person is timid, what should I do with Dumbledore?

"Understood." Old Nott responded, but stopped after taking two steps and asked, "Is the emotion also brought over?"

"Bring it over," Voldemort said.

Old Nott nodded, and then squeezed into the crowd in front of him.

Not long after, Snape and Malfoy came over one after the other.

"Left arm."

Before Snape could speak, Voldemort spoke.

Snape didn't dare to speak, and directly lifted the robe on his left arm, revealing the Dark Mark.

From the mouth of the huge skull made of emerald green stars, a boa constrictor spat out.

It was a dim mark, and the Dark Lord did not light it.

This means that he did not announce his return to the Death Eaters.

"not the right time yet."

Voldemort warned himself in his heart, resisting the idea of ​​igniting it, and tapped the mark with his wand.

For an instant, Mark seemed to come to life.

The emerald green light cast a faint gaze, and the python in its mouth immediately straightened up and left its arm, standing on Snape's arm.

"Thank you, my master." Snape said with relief.

He did have reason to be relieved, if Voldemort hadn't given him the mark, he would have been powerless to convince those Death Eaters.

Before this, he had been troubled by this.

He even felt that this was the Dark Lord looking for a reason to punish him.

But with this mark, everything is different.

At least those Death Eaters who are still loyal to Voldemort will obey his orders.

As for those who are disobedient, it is not his concern.

If you dare to refuse Voldemort's order, you must be prepared to bear Voldemort's wrath.

Snape was happy to see those people punished, it would add some relief to his heavy heart again.

(End of this chapter)