Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 324 Mist Long Rope
On the leather cover, a gilt pyramid stands.

Voldemort's hand passed over it, feeling like touching a cold slate.

"Ominous tomb, is that what you call the pyramid?" Voldemort asked.

"That's what Death calls it, Mr. Sylvester." Gamp said, "And according to the records above, it's really an ominous place."

"Aren't they the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs?"

While asking, Voldemort opened the book, but saw that there were many anatomical diagrams of the pyramids.

"It's a place where the bodies of those pharaohs are stored, but it's not necessarily a cemetery."

Gamp approached Voldemort, turned the book to the back, pointed to the content on it and said, "It says that when certain special conditions are met, the pharaohs will be resurrected."

"Resurrection?" Voldemort was surprised, "5000 years after death, you can still be resurrected."

Surprise slowly turned into surprise, and Voldemort looked at Sir Gump expectantly, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

As we all know, what Voldemort is most interested in is immortality.

Even though he has become a combination of Lin Zuo and Riddle, this interest has not changed.

"Death God said so, but it didn't mention specific conditions."

Sir Gamp seemed to be unable to bear Voldemort's burning gaze, and he quickly explained that he hoped it would quench Voldemort's burning heart.

But Voldemort didn't care.

As long as the way of immortality exists, he has hope, as for how to achieve it...

How could the great Dark Lord be frightened by the difficulties and obstacles on the road to eternal life.

However, he still restrained himself and said, "You mentioned the pyramids, I don't know how this will solve my friend's problem."

"shroud."

Gump turned the pages forward again, and stopped on the page with the coffin.

"Here is a detailed introduction to the Shroud, which Death calls the Veil of Faith, and it will surely do what your friend requested."

Voldemort followed his fingers and saw that there were indeed a bunch of cloth strips drawn under the coffin, and there was a detailed introduction to this thing beside the cloth strips.

He couldn't help trying to read these words, but most of them—or almost all of them—couldn't be understood, except for one word, which he could read instinctively.

faith.

This is the vocabulary he can read.

"You mean, my friend can go to the pyramid and grab a shroud?"

Voldemort looked at Gump, with a bit of distrust in his eyes, and said, "The unknown tomb, I don't think it's an easy place to go deep, is it?"

"It's really not easy to go deep."

Sir Gamp said, taking the book back from Voldemort.

He turned the book upside down, revealing the back of the book.

From above, Voldemort saw a long rope made of dense fog.

He also noticed that the fog rope had two knots that looked like they were about to snap.

"This rope can withstand three fatal injuries from the Pyramid of Khufu."

While talking, Gamp took out the long mist rope and said, "But it has been used twice, so your friend only has one chance."

Voldemort nodded as he took the long rope of mist.

The thing fell on the hand, light and weightless.

The not-thick rope seems to be filled with many unknown existences.

"Is this also a gift from Death to you?" Voldemort asked.

"Yeah, it's amazing, isn't it?" Gump asked.

Voldemort nodded, this thing looked amazing, and he thought of his senior Carlotta.

"Can I use it?" Voldemort confirmed.

"Of course, the Reticent keeps his word, Mr. Sylvester," said Gump.

Voldemort nodded, took the book from Gamp's hand, and put the fog rope back on the back of the book.

"Thank you for your help, Sir Gamp, and my friend will thank you for it."

Voldemort already had the idea of ​​leaving, and he saw that the other party could not provide a better way.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Sylvester."

Gamp said hastily, and at the same time he turned back to his desk, took out a not-thick notebook and handed it to Voldemort.

"This is the information we have explored twice before, and it may be helpful to you."

Voldemort gladly took it, and bid farewell to him after expressing his thanks.

……

foggy valley.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's figure suddenly appeared here.

"Senior Carlotta."

He shouted loudly, and not long after, the old witch Carlotta came out of the mist.

"You should have said you were coming, Dark Lord, I just ate a whole plate of truffles by myself," Carlotta said with a smile.

"I don't intend to eat here, senior sister, I just want you to look at this for me."

As Voldemort said, he took out the book he had just obtained from his pocket, and took the long rope of mist from the back of the book.

"It's so subtle."

Carlotta said loudly almost as soon as she saw the long rope of mist, and couldn't wait to snatch it from Voldemort's hand.

"Can you see where it came from?" Voldemort asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should belong to the same faction as my mist witchcraft."

Carlotta raised her head as she spoke, and looked at Voldemort suspiciously, "Where did you get it?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment, and told all about the long rope of mist.

"The Reticent Man?" Carlotta frowned and said, "My family also has a branch there."

Voldemort was not surprised by this, he took a long breath and said: "Since this long mist rope is related to mist witchcraft, the accuracy of my guess about the god of death has improved a lot."

"You think he's a wizard?" Carlotta asked.

Voldemort smiled and nodded, and said firmly: "It should be a wizard who was seriously injured, otherwise there would be no need for so much help."

Carlota nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Voldemort's guess.

"Is there any dangerous magic on this long mist rope?" said Voldemort. "You know I don't know much about mist magic."

"In my opinion, there is no danger. In fact, it is more like a fog stick, and it is complete."

Carlotta played with the long mist rope, watched it over and over and said.

It's not hard to see that she'd love to keep the rope for herself, but Voldemort obviously won't allow her to do so.

"Are you going to the pyramids with me?" Voldemort asked. "Since this long rope of mist is related to the pyramids, perhaps there is also more ancient mist magic there."

"I've been there."

Carlotta returned the long rope of fog to Voldemort, "That's not a happy journey, Dark Lord, be careful there, the 'unknown tomb', the name really suits it."

Voldemort nodded cautiously, naturally he would not underestimate that place.

"I see, sister, so I'm leaving first. Before going to Egypt, there are still many things to prepare." Voldemort said with a slight bow after putting away the long mist rope.

"Wait a minute, Dark Lord." Carlota called him to stop, "Are you going to take Luna?"

"Of course not, that would be too dangerous for her." Voldemort shook his head.

"Then let her come to me to study for a while. There are always some uncertainties in teaching from a distance," Carlota said.

Voldemort readily agreed, and took his leave again.

At this point, he was about to prepare to go to Egypt.

But obviously before that, he had to make some preparations.

(End of this chapter)