Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 441 The Backbone of the World
"Pursue the true meaning of magic and find the source of magic power."

"Explore the secrets of life and pursue the secret of eternal life."

"That is the great Dark Lord, the only king in the wizarding world."

"He walks between light and darkness, he travels between the past and the future."

"He put his thoughts deep in his mind, and he hid his body on top of a snow mountain."

"He is great and holy..."

Songs rang out at the Sioux shrine, accompanied by dancing Death Eaters.

Voldemort sat cross-legged across from them, sitting cross-legged on the Dark Lord's Throne with no expression on his face.

At this moment, his heart is like an ancient well.

Just because it's been six months, 584 attempts.

His desire for success is not as eager as it was at the beginning.

Instead of looking forward to the result, it is better to focus on the process.

Which rhythm of the sentence needs to be changed, which step of the dance needs to be adjusted, and how to approach the sacrificial dance of the tribal witch are all the issues he thinks about.

Therefore, his eyes were also extremely focused, observing the subtle movements of every Death Eater.

"Will it succeed this time?" Luna asked curiously as she stood behind the Prairie Witch.

Neville, who was reticent, also looked at the Prairie Witch curiously.

"I do not know."

The prairie witch replied with a wry smile, and then looked at the person on the throne with admiration.

If he said before, he couldn't understand why this person was so powerful.

Now, his mentality has completely changed.

He even had a thought in his heart, "This person should be this powerful".

These six months—if counting from the first meeting, it has been more than seven months—he has witnessed Voldemort's diligence, concentration, and perseverance of never giving up.

The Death Eaters who just sang and danced every day didn't know how many times they changed, but Voldemort still worked hard every day.

With such perseverance, amazing talent, and inexhaustible resources, there is really no reason why this person in front of him should not be successful.

"How long did it take you to develop the sacrificial dance?" Luna asked.

"That's not what we researched, Luna, it's passed down from generation to generation."

The prairie witch shook his head and said, "Since I can remember, I have never seen a new tribe born, let alone anyone studying the sacrificial dance."

After hearing this, Luna sighed forcefully.

She was also fed up with living in the deep mountains, if it wasn't for the prairie witch who could teach her something, and Voldemort was here again, she couldn't bear to leave.

It was Neville who was beside her, enjoying this happy life.

"kindness?"

Luna, who was looking at Neville, suddenly noticed the surprise on Neville's face.

She hurriedly followed the other's gaze to Voldemort, and sure enough, she saw Voldemort stretching out his hand to grab the void.

"Success?" she asked eagerly.

"Shh."

The prairie witch put her index finger on her lips, reminding him to keep his voice down.

Luna nodded vigorously, but her eyes never left Voldemort.

And Voldemort, who was sitting on the Black Snake Throne, was turning his palms in doubt at this moment - he saw the light of faith, but that light could not be caught.

Could it be that the light of faith that belongs to him cannot be used by himself?
Full of doubts in his heart, he raised his wand and tried to imprison it with magic.

"Whoosh~"

The spell was thrown into thin air, and the light of faith was never shaken.

Voldemort tried again to use magic power, Pensieve, and even brains to install it, but unfortunately it still didn't work.

This light of faith seems to not belong to this world at all.

Voldemort turned his head suspiciously to the totem poles behind him, wondering how they held the light of faith together.

"Perhaps... this is fine."

Suddenly Voldemort's eyes lit up, and he reached out to press his forehead.

Not long after, he pulled out a corner of the black robe of the world, and the light emitted from it was exactly the same as the light of faith.

Voldemort carefully dragged the World Cloak and wrapped it towards the Light of the World.

"Crash~"

The light of the world made the sound of running water, flowing into the world black clothes.

After hesitating for a moment, Voldemort put the world black clothes wrapped in the light of faith back into the memory world.

At the same time, his consciousness also entered the memory world.

"Boom~~~"

As soon as he entered, Voldemort heard a familiar boom.

When he forged the world, there would be such a voice here.

But this time, he didn't forge the world, did he?

With such doubts, Voldemort looked towards the place where the bang came, which was the center of the memory world.

At this moment, a beam of light is rising from the ground, slowly penetrating the entire world.

"Light of Faith?"

Voldemort looked at the light in puzzlement, not knowing what it was going to do.

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't stop it, but let it develop.

The sound of "rumbling" continued for a long time without stopping.

The beam of light stretched up and down, as if it was going to reach the end of the whole world.

Finally, its top reaches the world first, followed by the low end.

For a moment, Voldemort felt that the whole world was much stronger, as if this illusory world had the illusion of multiplying into reality.

Illusion, it's important.

Because Voldemort can truly recognize that this world is still false.

Look real.

Perhaps this is the most correct way to describe the world.

"That is……"

Just finished feeling the world, Voldemort saw the end of the world, pouring in a lot of world light.

They seem to be attracted by something, rushing toward us like the morning glow.

Immediately afterwards, they entered the beam of light.

As the beam of light became more and more solid, the world became more and more real.

"If the light of faith enters infinitely, will this world become a real world?"

Voldemort murmured, but saw that the light of faith had disappeared.

He hurriedly regained consciousness, and then looked at the Death Eaters in front of him, sure enough they had stopped dancing.

"Go on singing, go on dancing."

Voldemort waved his hand, and then couldn't wait to return to the memory world.

Not long after, the light of faith poured in again, but judging by the size, it was much smaller than before.

After repeating this seven times, the Death Eaters got tired of dancing, and the light of faith finally stopped appearing after the eighth time.

"Is it never going to happen, or is it temporary?"

This is a question without an answer, but it can be verified by trying.

"Success?"

Seeing that the Death Eaters stopped to rest, the Prairie Witch couldn't wait to step forward and ask.

"Success." Voldemort nodded.

"The power, is there any difference?" The grassland witch continued to ask curiously.

Voldemort felt it for a while, and tried to mobilize that power when using magic, but it remained motionless in the memory world, uncontrollable at all.

"I don't see anything special yet, Grassland Witch, but I will continue to research, if I find anything..."

Voldemort turned his head and glanced at the totem pole behind him, where there was a sea of ​​light of faith, "I will communicate with you."

He said with a smile, with a bit of greed in his eyes.

If it wasn't for those powers belonging to a kind of totem pole, not him, he would have rushed to send them into the memory world and become a part of the backbone of that world.

(End of this chapter)