Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 323 The Unknown Grave

Sir Gump was talking about finding a way, not thinking about it.

In other words, the method is here, all he has to do is look for it.

Scanning the bookshelf, Voldemort suddenly pointed to the open diary on the desk.

"The writing on it is very special, Sir Gamp, can you tell me what it is?" Voldemort asked.

"This?" Gump glanced at the diary, and said, "The text bestowed by the god of death, Mr. Sylvester, is very magical."

"Reaper really exists?" Voldemort wondered.

This is not the first time he has expressed doubts, and Gamp obviously has not bothered to explain.

He just shrugged and said nothing more.

"Can I learn it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, it's actually a kind of rune-like script."

While talking, Sir Gamp generally bent down and took out a heavy book from behind the desk and handed it to Voldemort.

"We usually think that the divine language is earlier than the runes, but there is no way to prove this. Of course, you can also think that this is the imagination of us heretics."

Voldemort forced a smile, reached for the book and glanced at it.

This is a trilingual dictionary that explains the meaning of the divine script in two languages, English and Runes.

It seems that Shenwen is more complicated than these two languages, because neither of these two languages ​​can independently explain Tongshenwen.

"Even if Death is just an ancient wizard, he is powerful enough."

Voldemort thought to himself, putting the dictionary in his waist pocket.

"Then, Sir Gamp, what can you do to help my friend?"

When he asked, he looked at the bookshelf beside him, his eyes full of curiosity.

Sir Gump was not surprised by this. He also glanced at the bookshelf, but did not get up to get any of the books.

"I need to know where your friend is going to store the dementors," Gamp said. "That will determine the method I'm looking for."

"A part?"

Voldemort repeated the other person's words, thought for a moment and then spoke.

"He has a special ability—telepathy—and I think he's trying to materialize that ability and put Eater of Souls in it."

"Psychic perception?" Gump touched his nose and said, "Can you be more specific?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party, with obvious rejection in his calm eyes.

He believed that the other party knew that he was "making friends out of nothing."

It displeased, then, that Sir Gamp was prying into the details of his abilities, that is, prying into his privacy.

"Okay, let me ask in another way." Gamp spread his hands and said, "Where is your friend going to put this ability?"

Only then did Voldemort withdraw his gaze in satisfaction, then pointed to his temple and said, "From memory, Sir Gamp, he thinks he can do it."

Gump nodded and said, "It's difficult, but he thinks he can, so let's assume he can."

When he said this, he finally got up and went to the bookshelf, and took out a book from it.

Voldemort noticed that on the cover of the book was a big tree floating in the starry sky.

"Constructing the world tree in memory-this is of course very rare-but I think he is enough to deter dementors."

Gamp said, handing the book in his hand to Voldemort.

Voldemort took it and looked at the cover, and found that on the huge world tree, there were countless creatures similar to the ones he had seen before, which were the elves in Lin Zuo's memory.

The difference between the two is that the elves in the book Voldemort read before had darker skin, but this book has a lot lighter skin.

"Construct the world tree in memory?"

Voldemort asked back, turning the pages of the book.

He still can't understand the text here, but the images are simple and easy to understand.

The book generally records the process of the world tree growing from a seed to a world tree.

"You're going to do that?" Voldemort asked again.

"A silent man in the seventeenth century tried it, and it succeeded, and the effect is extraordinary." After finishing speaking, Gamp shook his head regretfully, "I tried it too, but unfortunately it didn't work."

Voldemort nodded and asked, "How long will this process take?"

"I used it for three years, and it failed completely. It is said that that person used it for a lifetime, but he gained a lot." Gump said.

Voldemort returned the book to the other party without hesitation.

lifetime?
Sorry, I don't have that time.

"Is there any other way?" Voldemort asked again.

"It's the best method known, other than that..."

Gump searched the bookshelf for a while, and finally took out the book Voldemort had read before.

"The magic book of the dark elves, there is a soul gem in it, maybe you can try it."

"I've never heard of dark elves," said Voldemort, taking the book.

"The book bestowed by the god of death, we guess is the content of other worlds."

Gamp suddenly grinned and said, "If you are interested, you can join the Reticent Man, and then you can go to the Planetary Room to study. We guess that the addresses of these worlds are marked there."

Gamp said it plainly, but Voldemort's heart was shocked.

"Other worlds?" Voldemort asked with wide eyes, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, Mr. Sylvester, it's just speculation among us heretics."

After Gamp finished speaking, before Voldemort could ask any more questions, he withdrew the topic and said, "What do you think of this method?"

"Have you ever made a Mind Stone?" Voldemort asked, suppressing the surprise and doubt in his heart.

"Tried, but many materials were not available, and substitutes could not be found."

After Gamp finished speaking, he saw dissatisfaction on Voldemort's face, and he hurriedly said, "But your friend must be extraordinary, and I think he may be able to overcome these difficulties—we can provide previous experimental data."

"How long have you been trying?" Voldemort asked.

"Hundreds of years." Gamp thought for a while and replied.

Voldemort shoved the book into his arms without hesitation, beckoning him to change it.

joke.

Even if Voldemort thought he was very talented, he would not be so arrogant that he could solve problems that others could not solve in hundreds of years, within a year.

"If so, maybe you can try to develop another kind of psionic ability..."

Gamp took out a book that Voldemort had read again, the one that was full of war, full of carapace, rotten flesh and bones.

"Wait a minute."

Voldemort didn't wait for him to finish before interrupting him, "Has any of you tried this?"

"Have."

Gamp confirmed it, and then said weakly, "But the moment he felt the psionic power...exploded."

Voldemort's mouth twitched.

If it weren't for Gamp's relationship with him, he might not be able to resist giving the other party a green light.

Horse riding, what are these recommendations?
"I need something that works and works," said Voldemort in a low voice. "I'm in a hurry."

Gump nodded. After thinking for a while, he took out a book from there again.

Voldemort was really afraid that he would come up with an unreliable method, so he hurriedly looked at the cover of the book.

Fortunately, he is very familiar with the objects on this cover.

"The unknown tomb, maybe you can start with it."

Gamp handed the book in his hand to Voldemort and said.

(End of this chapter)