Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 322 Mysterious Office

Voldemort walked in the office, the wool carpet under his feet was very soft.

When he came to the desk, he saw the messy books and notes on it—he didn't know the words on those notes, and he hadn't even seen them before.

I didn't look through the notes, after all, it's a very personal thing.

Turning his head sideways, he scanned the books on the desk, but Voldemort still didn't pick up any of them.

Turning around and coming to the bookshelf, he decided to look for a book here.

His eyes scanned the spine of the book, which was filled with words he didn't know.

Frowning, he took out a book, the cover of which was the back view of a tall lady, looking up at the battlefield under the three red moons.

She carried a silver longbow on her back and held two bayonets upside down in her hands.

In addition to the most striking figure, Voldemort found that her ears were pointed and long, and there was even a faint appearance on them.

After thinking about it in memory for a while, she didn't find any creatures with similar signs - although vampires also use these weapons, their ears are completely different from this one.

"Kakusuka..."

Voldemort looked at the words he didn't understand at all, and instinctively read out four characters.

Kakusuka means darkness.

The meaning of this word seemed to rise from his heart.

"Like runes, words that can convey artistic conception through special energy are very interesting."

Voldemort murmured softly, turning the pages of the book to see what was inside.

In the center of the dense text was a pattern of a hexagram. Voldemort glanced at the pattern, but found nothing worthy of special attention.

He tried to read the text again, but he didn't get much.

Occasionally there are one or two words that he can recognize through induction, but most of them are unknown.

"Original, natural, change, god... Maybe it is more appropriate to turn change into derivative."

Voldemort whispered the words he had guessed, and guessed the content of the book after integration.

"Maybe it's a book about origins. Could it be the origin of this special creature?"

He murmured, closing the book and looking at the cover.

Looking across and vertically, he couldn't find the memory of this creature, and he was sure it wasn't any creature he had ever seen.

"Wait, if you expand the scope..."

Voldemort murmured, and began to mobilize Lin Zuo's memory.

Although Riddle could claim to be well-informed, what he saw was true—this is a man who hardly reads fairy tales.

But Lin Zuo is completely different.

He comes from a world with more developed information in the future, where the countless conjectures of Muggles are spread wildly through the self-media.

This gave Lin Zuo a wide range of knowledge, of course, don't think about the depth.

"Dark... elves?"

Voldemort frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with the guesswork.

But his eyes swept over the bow, arrow and bayonet, and then looked at the three strange red moons, and he felt more and more that they might really be elves.

"story book?"

Voldemort guessed, flipping through the book again.

I have to say that the content above does look like a story, with wars and prosperity, like a history of the rise and fall of a race.

"In this mysterious room, put a storybook that even I don't know what language it's written in?"

Voldemort couldn't help shaking his head, he really couldn't guess where the book came from.

Putting down the book, Voldemort picked up another and read it.

It is still an unfamiliar text, and it is different from the previous one.

Moreover, these characters have no rune characteristics, and he can't even guess the meaning of a word.

As for the illustrations in the book - dark, gory, and barely full bodies.

And those broken bodies don't look like humans at all, and it's hard to attribute them to any kind of animal.

Some have shells, some are soft and rotten, and some exist directly in the form of bones.

"It still looks like a storybook about the history of the rise and fall of a race. Are these all in it?"

Voldemort murmured, picking up a book again and opening it.

This time he was not as detailed as the previous two times, and the page jumps were much more obvious than before.

But even so, he stopped what he was doing just after looking through it.

And Voldemort looked at the page, full of shock.

On the pages of the book, black mist filled the air.

It's just that in the black mist, there is a faint figure piercing the sky, like a boa constrictor with its body coiled up and its head held high.

But, which snake can be so tall?
However, this was not the root cause of his shock.

The root cause of Voldemort's shock was because he had heard a person describe such a scene.

Lucius Malfoy.

In one of his conversations with Voldemort, he said that Urick Gamp's great-granddaughter had spoken.

His great-grandfather, Ulrich Gump, also saw such a scene.

In the black mist, a python piercing through the sky.

This is obviously not a sight to be seen everywhere.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and Voldemort, who was a little nervous, closed the book with a snap.

"Are you all right, Mr. Sylvester?" Gump, who came in, asked in surprise.

"Very well, Sir Gump."

Voldemort silently put the books back in place, he did not reveal the secret to the other party's thoughts.

In other words, he didn't explore the past thoughts of the other party's organization.

Even if there is, it is not in this way of direct inquiry.

"very successful?"

asked Voldemort, having replaced the book in its place.

"Very successful, Mr. Sylvester, and we want to thank you."

Sir Gamp rubbed his hands excitedly before saying again, "We have received the gift from God, and it is all thanks to you. We will share it with you after we sort out the contents of the gift from God."

Voldemort frowned.

Godsend?

It really wasn't a good name, at least he thought it was ridiculous after hearing it.

"my pleasure."

Voldemort, who was extremely hypocritical, nodded and said.

"This is what we should do, sir. In addition, our original contract is still valid. Please tell us your needs."

Gamp spoke very seriously, and Voldemort had no intention of accepting it as soon as it was good.

"Flesh and blood resurrection potion, you know?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, I think there is only one copy outside of us."

When Gump said this, he glanced at the bookshelf, as if the book was there.

"A friend of mine wants to use this method to resurrect, and he wants to add a dementor to the resurrected body. I don't know if you have any method."

Voldemort locked his eyes on Gump's face as he asked.

This was an extremely difficult question for him to solve, but he noticed that although Gamp frowned after hearing this question, he didn't frown deeply.

"There are indeed a lot of troubles, especially the coexistence in the later stage. I suggest you change your requirements..."

Gamp paused suddenly, but Voldemort did not interrupt, but waited quietly for a moment.

"Of course, if you insist, I think I can find a way, but it may not be perfect."

These words made Voldemort's eyebrows tremble uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)