Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 337 Blood Well

Every strand of emotion is transformed into an independent life.

They are mixed in their own clusters, charging towards each other frantically.

The tragic wailing echoed in the room, and the fire light fluttered and swayed with the wailing sound, captivating the mind.

Bella, who exited the room and returned to the corridor, watched the scene from a distance, looking at Voldemort from time to time.

Bella, with Voldemort's back turned, held her right hand firmly, but her shaking body from time to time proved that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Even if he is not in the middle of the two emotional battlefields, he is still affected from time to time.

And the love he had just realized not long ago caused unnecessary pity in his heart.

"Is this the price you have to pay for going through the fantasy mirror?"

Voldemort whispered in a voice only he could hear.

After a long time, the two emotions were victorious.

The more numerous and more tragic emotions, the emotions from the Bell of Sighing won the final victory.

When the last ray of emotion disappeared in the wall of sighs, there was a loud bang on the flat wall.

"Boom~~~"

The gravel flew, and the wall collapsed.

Voldemort's eyes froze, looking at the dark corridor behind the broken wall.

"Master, may I come in?"

Bella's voice came from behind, and Voldemort nodded slightly.

"It's a big commotion this time, master." Bella said as she stepped in.

"Because it's not the right way."

Voldemort took two steps forward, reached out and touched the broken part of the wall and said.

"Not the right way?" Bella murmured puzzled, but Voldemort didn't give an explanation.

It is true that he does not need to explain more, Bella quickly understood what he meant.

The first two times, they broke through the memory corridor and fantasy mirror, and after each time they passed, the exit opened silently.

But this time, the entrance of the hole looked more like it was blown open by the Explosive Curse.

This result, as Voldemort said, is not "the right way".

"Rajidev I has explored here?" Bella asked in surprise.

"Maybe deeper, Bella, follow me next, but keep your distance."

whispered Voldemort, then raised his robes and stepped across the broken wall into the darkness behind.

Bella tightened her wand and quickly followed behind him.

In the dark corridor, no torches were lit because of the two people's entry.

Voldemort tried the Illumination Charm, but it was also unusable as before.

"Master, why can memory spells be used but not other spells?"

Bella remembered the picture of Voldemort pulling out his memory when she was awake, and couldn't help asking loudly from behind.

"It's not that the spell cannot be used, Bella, it's just that the external magic power has been eliminated."

Voldemort responded loudly, and cautiously stepped forward to test - he was afraid that there would be traps in the tunnel, and his inability to use magic would greatly reduce his ability to deal with traps.

"Can magic be eliminated?" Bella's surprised voice came from behind.

"More precisely, not eliminated, Bella, but absorbed by this building."

Voldemort said in a deep voice, "The Pyramid of Khufu is devouring magic power, and the reason is unknown."

Bella opened her mouth wide in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Voldemort didn't pay attention to her any more, just cautiously explored step by step.

To his surprise, there didn't seem to be any mechanism in this tunnel.

All the way forward, until reaching a spiral staircase, still did not trigger any mechanism.

After a moment of stagnation, Voldemort made some adjustments before stepping up the stairs.

In any case, he will not give up halfway.

At least, he wouldn't think about this until the long rope of mist collapsed.

"Clap clap clap..."

There were two footsteps, one in front and one in back, on the revolving stairs, and both of them walked forward in silence.

Voldemort remained cautious, but he didn't encounter any mechanism until he saw the dim light ahead.

"Wait for me where you can see the twilight, Bella, I will let you in, and you can come in again."

After Voldemort instructed Bella, he walked out of the spiral staircase alone and entered a square space.

The torch on the wall here has been lit, and the light of the fire allows Voldemort to have a panoramic view of everything here.

It is everything, but in fact, there is only one well in the entire square room.

Voldemort, wand in his right hand and revolver in his left, stepped to the well.

He didn't look directly down the well, but carefully focused on the edge of the well, trying to read the divine text on it.

"Life... leap..."

Slowly turning around the edge of the well, he could only understand these two words.

But with only these two words, it is obviously impossible to interpret the meaning of this well.

After a moment of silence, Voldemort leaned forward and slowly looked into the well.

The goal is a tumbling blood red.

This well actually contained a huge amount of blood.

The bloody smell surging up can only be smelled when you are above the wellhead.

Voldemort stepped back slightly, and the smell disappeared.

"Stay where you are, Bella, and get something to eat, I think I'm going to be here for a long time."

Voldemort turned around and said something, and took out the divine language dictionary from his waist pocket.

"Okay, master."

Bella from the rotating staircase responded, but Voldemort ignored it.

He has already begun to study Jing Yanshang's divine writing, which is a job that requires concentration.

Time has no meaning in this closed space.

Voldemort mulled over to study the divine text, while Bella was always waiting in the revolving staircase.

I don't know how long it took, but Voldemort finally worked out a rough idea of ​​the divinity:
Summon life energy and make people leap into gods.

This is the meaning represented by Jing Yan's uppermost layer of divine writing. It may be biased, but it should roughly mean this.

"Life energy... people... gods..."

Voldemort murmured a few key words, and frowned, "Does Death really live here?"

No one could answer his question, so he could only keep this doubt in his heart and continue to read the following divine text:
Only devout believers can open the door to the ladder of thought by touching life energy with their hands.

The following sentence describes the method of customs clearance, but it stumps Voldemort.

Devout believer, which he clearly isn't.

"Is this the end?"

Voldemort murmured, looking at Bella in the shadow of the steps behind him.

"Master, what do you need me to do?"

As if feeling Voldemort's gaze, Bella's voice came from the darkness.

"Come in, Bella, I need you."

Voldemort said in a low voice, he decided to try.

Bella walked up quickly, looking firmly at Voldemort.

"Take it and put your hand in the well."

Voldemort took off the long rope of mist that he had been wearing around his wrist, and tied it for Bella himself.

"Owner……"

"Shh~"

Voldemort stopped her refusal, and said, "This level requires devout believers, but the scriptures don't say whose believers are. I want to play a word game with him."

For the first time, Voldemort used He instead of He to refer to each other.

Obviously, he more and more agrees with the existence of Death God.

"It's dangerous, Bella, don't be brave."

Voldemort said, patted her hand and said, "With devotion to my heart, reach out your hand. If there is an accident, the long rope of fog will protect you."

"At that time, I hope you choose to give up rationally, Bella."

(End of this chapter)