Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 336 The Wall of Sighs
Waking up from the long dream, Voldemort stared blankly at himself in the mirror for a moment.

That person with gorgeous hair and wrinkled face is really me?
"I can't really stand here for 60 years, can I?"

Voldemort murmured, using magic to sense the passage of time.

"It's only a quarter of an hour. It seems that this is the effect of the illusion."

He murmured and shook his body, his old face disappeared, and his body returned to its youthful appearance again.

And he, who had just recovered his youthful appearance, suddenly woke up, and suddenly turned his head to look at Bella behind him.

What came into view was an old face and long hair mixed with black and white.

"Bella..."

Voldemort murmured, thought for a moment and raised his wand to his temple.

A flowing silver thread was pulled out by him, and quickly guided by the wand, it touched Bella's temple.

In an instant, Voldemort entered the illusion again.

Only this time, he entered Bella's illusion.

"No one dares to question the Dark Lord, no one."

He just entered this world, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Bella pointing at... Daenerys with her wand, roaring.

"Either bring all the vampire families to serve the Dark Lord, or choose to die."

Her roar filled the entire hall, and Voldemort glanced around suspiciously, only to find that he was actually in the Hogwarts auditorium.

The corner of his mouth twitched, Voldemort really couldn't accept it, and set the student cafeteria as his office location.

"Quiet."

Voldemort spoke slowly, interrupting Bella who was about to cast a spell, "You all go out, Bella, you stay."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief, and then filed out, leaving only Bella who looked at Voldemort suspiciously.

"This is a dream, Bella, we are in the Pyramid of Khufu..."

Voldemort began to describe the situation of the two, which made Bella very surprised.

"impossible."

She interrupted Voldemort several times, expressing that she could not accept this fact.

In this regard, Voldemort could only insist ruthlessly - he found that his heart had become much softer than before, perhaps this was the sequelae of that life.

"You must be lying to me, aren't you, Dark Lord?"

When Voldemort finished telling everything, Bella said in disbelief, "We already have children here, we have lived together for more than 60 years, we..."

"Bella, accept reality, or you will be trapped here until you die."

Voldemort interrupted her again, speaking cruelly.

For a moment, Bella collapsed, but after a long silence, she finally accepted the reality.

The whole world began to collapse, and they began to leave this illusion.

But suddenly, the world stabilized again.

"Let's live here for a few more years, okay?" Bella knelt on the ground, begging.

Voldemort shook his head in silence, ruthlessly rejecting Bella's request.

"Woooo~~"

Bella cried and made the world fall apart again.

With Bella's awakening, Voldemort took his memory back to the memory world, and the old Bella was staring at the mirror in a daze.

She still has the old and ugly appearance, after all, her body is not made of magic.

Voldemort thought she would go mad, but she didn't.

"The next level is the Wall of Sighs, isn't it, Master?" Bella asked him.

Voldemort nodded, looking at the corridor that quietly appeared on the wall behind the mirror.

"Then let's go."

Bella laughed and said it looked like she embraced the change.

Voldemort was silent for a while, and followed behind her with a sigh.

With Bella's current state, she should not have many years to live.

And presumably Bella herself knew this.

After all, it was her own body.

Before leaving the room, Voldemort took a deep look through the fantasy mirror.

This thing is really unexpectedly evil.

The two walked silently through the long corridor and entered a room again.

This room is not big, there are candles on three walls, and the only blank side is facing the two of them.

"Get behind me, Bella."

Voldemort said, and took out the Sigh Bell.

Taking a deep breath, Voldemort walked towards the Wall of Sighs.

This is a hurdle that the Silencers have not broken through. I don't know if the Bell of Sighing can handle it.

Voldemort touched the long mist rope on his wrist, and said to Bella, "If the long mist rope reacts, you should leave immediately and return to the original position. With its protection, I will be fine."

Bella said "Yes" and didn't say anything more.

Voldemort glanced back at her, noticing that her eyes were wandering.

"Pay attention, Bella, don't make me worry about you." Voldemort said seriously.

"Understood, Master." Bella straightened up quickly and said.

Voldemort nodded, and began to approach the blank wall with the Sigh Bell.

As his footsteps got closer, an unknown force began to surge in that wall.

"Snapped."

Voldemort stood three steps ahead of the Wall of Sighs, and the power in the wall finally broke through.

It was a strong emotion, dark, low, and endlessly pressing on Voldemort.

Before getting close, he gave Voldemort the illusion that he was about to fall into the boundless darkness.

"Ring Ling Ling~~~"

The Sighing Bell swayed by itself. At first, it was just a crisp ringtone, but slowly, endless wailing began to appear.

Voldemort lowered his head and saw that the sigh bell made of gold had turned crimson, as if blood was about to flow from it.

"Ah~~"

"Help~~~"

"Forgive me~~~"

Endless howls sounded from the bell of sighs, and along with the bell, surged towards the wall of sighs.

Voldemort quietly watched the collision of pessimism and despair, as if he saw two armies fighting in teams.

"Stand back a little more, Bella."

Voldemort locked his consciousness, refusing to be affected by the two emotions, and shouted to Bella behind him.

Bella backed away in response, startled by both emotions.

Especially the emotion in the Sighing Bell was as tragic as hell on earth.

"Master, the emotion in the sighing bell is not real, is it?" Bella asked tremblingly.

"You think magic can simulate such emotions?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

Bella shook her head violently, she obviously didn't think there was such magic.

However, how many people need to be killed to obtain such a tragic emotion?

The Death Eaters were already the most evil group of wizards she had ever known, but the wizard who made the Bell of Sighs...

"Absolute right, is this what breeds something like this?"

Voldemort, who had quietly changed his mood, looked down at the blood-red bell and murmured softly.

He had reason to believe that this was written by Rajdev I.

"In comparison, the one who built the Wall of Sighs may be more just."

Voldemort raised his head, looking at the wall of sighs that kept pouring out of low emotions.

Although the mood was low, it was far from despair.

(End of this chapter)