Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 340
Colorful black, reddish green in white.

This is roughly the color of the strange, obscure light that Voldemort saw.

Or, more truthfully, Voldemort was completely incapable of specifying the exact color of the light.

Its colors change from time to time, and there is no moment in which its colors can be described.

When in the deep pit beside him, all the glowing jellyfish sank to the bottom of the pit, and the light completely disappeared behind this space.

The dim light above is no longer as dim as before.

Voldemort even saw a vaguely... coffin wrapped in this light?
He stood there suddenly, repeatedly confirming the existence of the light and shadow.

"Indeed...it's the coffin." Voldemort murmured in surprise.

He had no idea that he had reached the end of the pyramid.

This journey was not smooth, but it was indeed much easier than he had imagined.

It was even easy for him to think that everything in front of him was another well-arranged illusion.

"Swoosh~~~"

Voldemort tried waving his wand, but no magic manifested.

But he took this opportunity to feel the feeling of being swallowed by the magic power—it was roughly the same as before, but more intuitive.

The intuitive reason is that the core of absorbing magic is just above him.

Voldemort tried to see the details of the deep coffin through the weird and obscure light.

But when I looked at it in general before, the coffin was there.

Looking carefully now, I found that the coffin seemed to be real but not real at all.

And the more he couldn't see clearly, the more Voldemort's desire to wait and see clearly arose in his heart.

His dark eyes were firmly locked on the coffin.

And this rebellious mental state, he himself did not notice at all.

Time passed slowly, and Voldemort, who had been watching for an unknown amount of time, suddenly saw something different in his eyes.

Suddenly, a big tree replaced the coffin.

It floats in the endless void, flying slowly but really fast.

Voldemort's whole mind was immersed in such a scene, and the desire to become one with the big tree arose deep in his heart.

"Wow~~"

With a soft sound, Voldemort's body slid to the ground like mercury, turning into liquid magic.

And his soul soared into the coffin wrapped in strange colors.

"what."

Seeing that the soul was about to touch the strange color, Voldemort's soul let out a scream and woke up from the obsession.

He suddenly cut off the desire to look at the coffin, and looked down at the magic liquid flowing on the stone slab.

"Whoosh."

The soul instantly shuttled back into the magic liquid, and re-transformed into the image of Voldemort.

"Plop, plop, plop..."

Voldemort's heart was beating violently, and he lowered his head firmly, restraining the desire to raise his head.

The one who just woke up was very surprised, and he couldn't guarantee that it would happen again next time.

He looked at the long rope of fog on his wrist, which hadn't played any role just now.

"Is Sir Gamp deceiving me?"

He had such thoughts, but it was difficult to judge the authenticity for a while.

After suppressing the desire in his heart, Voldemort tried to raise his head and quickly glanced at the coffin.

This time, he didn't look at the coffin deliberately, but focused on the color, and he only saw a general shape of the coffin.

It worked out well enough that he wasn't drawn again.

"Is it okay as long as you don't look directly?"

Voldemort guessed, and took another look at it from a different angle.

As a result, as he guessed, he still didn't fall into it.

In this way, he began to move around the huge coffin above his head, trying to get a full view of it through quick peeks again and again.

This will inevitably make him unable to see the specific shape of the coffin, but the advantage is that he can peep into the overall information of the coffin.

You can't do nothing, just wait quietly.

After looking around like this, he really found a difference.

At a corner of the coffin, amidst the magnificent colors, there is a strand of silver-white matter floating.

If you don't look at the material, just look at its shape, it looks very much like a piece of white cloth.

"The Veil of Faith?"

Voldemort couldn't help murmuring, but at the same time, what rose in his heart was not secret joy, but surprise.

Surprised, then slightly terrified.

All of this seems too coincidental.

He needs a veil of faith, and the coffin inside the Pyramid of Khufu is half exposed outside.

Voldemort couldn't help but turn his head to look at the barely luminous pit.

He also walked too smoothly on this so-called ideological ladder.

Reflect on the Bloodwell, the Wall of Sighs, the Mirror of Illusion, and the Corridor of Memory from earlier times.

Although it cannot be said to be unimpeded, but on the other hand, it seems that everything is full of too many coincidences.

By coincidence...

His memory world completely overcomes the memory corridor, and Lin Zuo's memory can break through the illusion by itself.

The Wall of Sighs is dealt with by the Bell of Sighs given by Rajdev I, and at the Blood Well he happened to bring his follower Bella.

As for the ideological ladder behind, it did not cause any harm to him.

The only thing that made him feel a little fatal was the attraction of the coffin to his soul just now.

But it was interrupted for unknown reasons.

Even now, outside the coffin, a half shroud is simply laid out naked.

Isn't this arrangement too ingenious?

Voldemort closed his left eye, and the right eye, which was open, began to slowly glow red.

He wanted to peep into the fate of the being in the coffin and see who was playing tricks on him.

But when he raised his head and tried to look directly at the coffin with the eyes of the prophet, the coffin disappeared inexplicably.

Only the weird colors are still floating there, and at the same time, there is also the veil of faith floating slowly from the colors.

Voldemort froze in place, the corner of his mouth twitching violently a few times.

No, are you not covering up now?
It took so much effort to get here, but it turned out to be easy for him?

That being the case, why let him waste such effort.

Wouldn't it be easier for that unknown existence to simply find a British airlifter and mail the Veil of Faith to him?
With such suspicion, Voldemort slowly relieved the Prophet's Eye.

And at the moment when the Prophet's Eye disappeared, the coffin reappeared unexpectedly.

If it weren't for the inability to use magic here, Voldemort would have given him a big melon even if he died.

It doesn't matter whether he can kill the other party, it's the result that makes him unbearable.

With some humiliation, he caught the veil of faith that was about to fall to the ground, and Voldemort looked up at the coffin again.

After the color, it still seems real.

And when Voldemort stared at it, the feeling that the soul was about to be pulled away came again.

Averting his eyes decisively, Voldemort refused to be hard steeled.

He didn't even have the intention of leaving a few harsh words, but just pulled the veil of faith and came to the deep pit.

Then, the jellyfish that had already sunk and floated at the bottom of the deep pit slowly floated upward again, forming a ladder again.

Sure enough, this damn pyramid was ready to send him away.

Looking back at the coffin floating in the air again, Voldemort turned and left with an angry snort.

"Damn God of death, we have become enemies!"

The narrow-minded Voldemort thought so.

(End of this chapter)