Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 370 The God Who Comes Down the Mountain
"Don't raise your wand, Voldemort, it's Antonio."

Seeing that Voldemort had already drawn out the Elder Wand, Dumbledore said hastily.

"Antonio?"

Voldemort had no impression of this name at all, let alone this name belonged to a magical creature.

Ugly and magical creatures.

"Yes, he's Gellert's pet." Dumbledore explained, showing a smiling face at the hideous creature.

Voldemort felt that he couldn't do it at all, just because the guy in front of him was so ugly that he was worried.

Grindelwald is crazy, raising such an ugly X?

"Fox didn't come?"

The little guy obviously noticed Dumbledore, and he poked his head out again and asked.

"No, Antonio, it's just me and him today," said Dumbledore.

It wasn't an answer that pleased Antonio, and he turned his disapproving gaze on Voldemort and assumed an attacking stance.

"Will Grindelwald be unhappy if I kill him?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore, frowning.

This made Antonio even more unhappy, he leaned out more angrily, and tried to bite Voldemort.

"Snapped."

A spell was cast, and Antonio was directly thrown into it.

"I don't know, Voldemort, their relationship is complicated..."

As Dumbledore said, he took a close look at Antonio who had been knocked away, and whispered to Voldemort, "Gellert, like you, thinks he's ugly, so maybe he doesn't care, but not necessarily."

Dumbledore said the words of the wheel, and Voldemort was not easy to deal with Antonio.

"Open the door, I want to see Grindelwald."

Voldemort said in a deep voice, and raised his wand to Antonio who leaned his head over again.

"Crack~~"

The door was slowly opened, and Antonio said dissatisfiedly: "Come with me, Dark Lord, if the master hadn't known that you were coming and gave me an order, I would not have let you in."

After the little guy finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Dumbledore: "Aren't you together?"

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, and rolled his eyes at Voldemort's narrow gaze.

"Mr. Grindelwald, did you know that I was coming?" Voldemort asked after following the lizard-like goat.

"It's early?"

The goat-eating beast stopped, and the two eyeballs protruding like crabs rolled around for a while and said, "Your concept of time is not strict enough, you should ask what year it is."

Voldemort was amused by the little fellow.

There are really not many people or creatures who are not familiar with him who dare to talk to him like this.

"you are very brave."

Voldemort swung his cane and said, "Then, Antonio, Mr. Grindelwald, in what year did you give the order?"

"I do not want to tell you."

Antonio said with a "chachacha" laugh, and then quickly got into the hole of the stairs beside him.

"Antonio is a vengeful fellow, Voldemort, beware of him making trouble for you."

Dumbledore's voice came from outside the door, causing Voldemort to snort dissatisfied.

What's the point of reminding you that something happened?
"Snapped."

Voldemort snapped his fingers, and Fiendfire exploded around him.

"Woooo~~"

The flute sounded, and the phoenix burning with fierce fire appeared out of thin air.

"I need to go to the top of the tower and explore, Phoenix."

Voldemort pointed to the end of the stairs and said to his Phoenix Phoenix.

"Woooo~~"

Phoenix chirped twice, flapped his wings and went up the long steps.

"chachacha~~"

On a platform in the middle of the long staircase, Antonio's figure appeared.

He looked at Phoenix curiously, his eyes full of yearning for beauty.

"can we be friends?"

He asked abruptly, catching both Voldemort and Phoenix by surprise.

But before Voldemort could respond, Phoenix had already spat out Fiendfire.

"Whoosh."

Antonio dived back into the hole in horror, and continued to make piercing screams.

It seemed that Fiendfire had scratched his body.

And according to Fiendfire's characteristics, if no one helped him extinguish the flame, he would be burned alive.

"call."

The breeze blew down from the high steps, and Antonio, who was on fire, screamed and jumped out of a hole, facing the breeze that was blowing.

When Qingfeng met Liaohuo, Lihuo was instantly extinguished.

Voldemort frowned, and he felt a ripple in the breeze.

"Is it Mana Listop?" He asked loudly.

"Antonio, bring up my guest."

A somewhat hoarse, but powerful enough voice said.

"But they are not friendly, you see, Gellert, he used Fiendfire on me." Antonio said with a jump.

"Woooo~~"

Phoenix pounced on him dissatisfiedly again, with more fire brewing in his mouth, it seemed that he didn't have a good impression of this ugly little thing at all.

"Phoenix, you have to learn to respect."

The hoarse voice was sullen, and a stronger gust of wind emerged from the stairs.

Voldemort stared at the gust of wind, and found that the ripples in the wind were very clear.

It was mantra stop, he confirmed the identity of the ripple.

"call."

The wind blew past Phoenix, causing the flames on his body to sway.

"Woooo~~"

He chirped twice, flew back to Voldemort in a circle, and landed on his shoulder.

"Come up, Voldemort, I thought you'd come sooner."

At the end of the steps, in the direction of the backlight, a silhouette appeared and said in a hoarse voice.

Voldemort squinted his eyes, trying to get a full picture of the figure.

But the backlight was too bright for him to see clearly.

"Crack."

The feet kicked the ground suddenly, and Voldemort's figure floated into the air.

He just hovered about a foot above the steps and flew upwards quickly.

As it got closer and closer to the top of the high-level, the full picture of that figure finally appeared:
Tall and thin, with blond and white hair that had been neglected.

There is also a pair of piercing eyes, and a face that is too young.

Of course, it wasn't these things that most attracted Voldemort's attention.

It was the repair ripples on his body.

This Grindelwald, who was completely different from Lin Zuo's memory, exuded such magical fluctuations all over his body.

He is using the repair ripple to keep himself in his youthful state.

"Mr. Grindelwald, your accomplishments in repairing the ripples are unexpectedly superb."

Voldemort's feet slowly landed on the platform, and he said in a calm but slightly surprised voice.

"Because of Albus's right hand, you know, I tried to work on this spell at that time, maybe it can solve the curse you gave him."

Grindelwald smiled on his handsome face and said, "This place has been empty for too long. The only popular place is my bedroom. Where shall we go to talk?"

Voldemort glanced at the direction Grindelwald pointed, which was a prison door with a thick steel door.

"Of course, as you please, Mr. Grindelwald."

Voldemort smiled and agreed, and walked into the room where Grindelwald had been imprisoned for more than 40 years.

(End of this chapter)