Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 488 I'm Ready to Die
Time moves forward until the moment Voldemort falls from the bridge.

The flying spell failed, his body paused briefly in the air, and then fell sharply.

He was surprised, puzzled, and puzzled, but these all passed in a flash, and he had to make more preparations.

die?
He never thought he was going to die, at least not while those Horcruxes were there.

So he looked at Dumbledore, hoping to give him some help before he fell.

Then, he saw Dumbledore's eyes full of surprise, and the concern and anxiety in those eyes.

Is this... because of me?
He never thought, never dared to think for a moment, that Dumbledore would care so much about his life or death.

"Voldemort is coming, Voldemort is coming..."

Before Voldemort could speak, Dumbledore waved his wand first.

But his anxious shouting did not change the fact that the spell was sealed. Voldemort was still falling, but he had a smile on his face.

"Catch it, Albus, I'll be back soon."

Voldemort yelled at him, threw the Elder Wand, and saw Bella.

The two met three to five meters away, not very far away, and at this moment their bodies were flat.

Bella was standing on the bridge, not completely standing on the bridge, at least her feet were off the ground, and most of her body was hanging on the handrail of the wooden bridge.

Voldemort was sure that if the two held hands at this moment, Bella would definitely be pulled into the abyss by him.

Fortunately, the distance between the two was not enough, so he didn't have to make this slightly difficult decision.

"Bella, you seem young."

The moment his body fell under the wooden bridge, Voldemort yelled and asked.

"I used the resurrection ceremony, master, I am a new me, will you love me, will you love me?"

Bella yelled from the bridge, tears streaming down her face, one falling on Voldemort's stunned face.

He wanted to ask more, but time was running out, so he fell into the abyss on his back, until Bella in the distance became a small dot.

Ritual of Resurrection...

I'm already a new me...

Will you love me, will you love me...

Bella's call seemed to enter Voldemort's heart, causing his heart to tug violently.

In a trance, a never-before-seen emotion appeared.

He could understand what it was, but it made him wonder how he could possibly have such emotions.

The self-doubt seemed to last for a long time, but it was over in an instant.

He has to stay sane, he has to face reality.

If given a choice, he would not choose death.

Flying spell, flying spell.

In the process of falling, Voldemort kept mobilizing the spell.

However, he seems to have become a squib, although there is magic in his body, he cannot use magic spells.

Just down, down, down.

Finally, a cliff began to appear around him, which was a sign that the cliff was beginning to close, and it also indicated that he was not far from the bottom of the valley.

"Shh."

Voldemort took out his wand, the wand that had followed him the longest:

Yew, thirteen and a half inches long, with a core of phoenix feathers.

Holding the wand in his hand, the feeling of reunion after a long absence arises spontaneously.

"Life and death in this life is still up to you, old friend."

He murmured softly in his heart, and then slowly brought his wand close to the cliff beside him.

"Shh."

With just one click, a large part of the wand was worn away, but the speed of Voldemort's body's descent suddenly stopped.

"it works."

Voldemort thought with surprise in his heart, and then he brought the yew wand close to the cliff again, and exerted all his magic power, trying to grab the cliff by magic power.

"Uh, Uh, Uh~~~"

Two short contacts in a row, and the third time, it was a long friction.

After that, Voldemort's body was hanging steadily on the cliff, but the yew wand in his hand disappeared due to friction, and the phoenix feather inside was also exposed.

"I killed you with my own hands."

Voldemort whispered to the phoenix feather.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted killing Fox.

In his past and present lives, this was the first time he regretted it, and it was so real, so...complicated.

"I should have done a lot of things that others can't understand."

He murmured, his left hand grabbed a gap in the cliff, and at the same time, the magic wand in his right hand left the cliff and moved upward.

"Killing that Riddle is what he deserves, but Lin Zuo doesn't seem to understand it very well."

Muttering again, Voldemort exerted strength with his right hand, and hooked his left hand upward to a gap.

"To oppress the wizarding world, I just want to gain rights, resources, and glory. Isn't this the world of the strong?"

He seemed to be asking himself, and also seemed to be reflecting, but this did not delay his climbing up.

In this way, he kept asking himself about the past and the future.

About what you are doing is right or not, what is the true meaning of life.

At the end, he even asked himself whether he loved Daenerys or Bella.

This is not a multiple-choice question. When he asks this question, the answer has already been determined.

"call."

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, Voldemort sat down on a recess in the cliff and took a short rest.

Here, he asked himself many times if he wanted to go up.

It was a battle with no victory in sight, and the final outcome was likely to be the surrender of Hogwarts.

It was a disgrace to him, but he could not have chosen to sacrifice in order not to surrender.

Of course, he can also choose to hide here until those termination machines stop working before he leaves.

However, as soon as this idea came out, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"But... when I was young, facing Dumbledore, or the older children in the orphanage, I did this all the time, and I didn't feel ashamed...

"No, not a feeling of shame, this time it's sad, but what am I sad about?"

Faced with such a self-question, the first image that flickered in Voldemort's mind was Bella's face full of tears.

"Will you love me, will you love me..."

The voice was calling, as if it was ringing in the ear, and Voldemort shivered in fright.

He was moved.

"This silly girl will definitely not surrender, she will definitely not surrender to the person who hurt me, so... she will die.

"She has a Horcrux, she is not afraid of death, I can definitely resurrect her.

"No, she has already performed a resurrection ceremony, the damage to the soul...

"damn it."

With a roar, Voldemort slammed his fist on the cliff, and the pain made his consciousness blank for a short time. Taking this opportunity, he emptied his mind and stopped thinking about Bella.

But the next thing that came to mind was Dumbledore.

"Damn it, this old guy has no face, he will definitely not choose to surrender, but he will definitely not let Hogwarts be destroyed.

"So... he will die before Hogwarts surrenders."

Having come to this result, Voldemort shook his head with a tangled face, and threw the appearance of this bad old man out of the depths of his memory.

"Damn it, if it weren't for his bad attitude back then, I wouldn't be what I am now."

Thinking about it this way, Dumbledore's eyes that moved him before are not so important.

"Besides Bella and Albus, who else... Crouch Jr.

"Oh my little Crouch, my most loyal arm, you're smart and quick-witted enough, but you'll never bow down to my enemies, damn it.

"And Luna, if you find her mist staff, you may be able to revive her, but the enemy will only use it for research, and even destroy her last hope of resurrection.

"Hermione, she would surrender, but Ginny... well, this girl can weigh pros and cons.

"Neville, damn it, this kid is so stubborn, maybe he won't choose to give up.

"Draco, I don't have to worry about him at all, but old Nott, damn it, shouldn't have let him come..."

Whispering sounds kept ringing in the groove, and the broken words produced a slight echo under the blessing of the groove, which made Voldemort, who was already upset, even more upset.

"Go back, yes, go back."

Finally, he made a decision and stood up abruptly, only to hit his head and it hurt terribly.

"Damn it, if you don't admit defeat when you go back, do I have to work hard?"

This question stunned Voldemort for a moment.

Desperately?

It was an idea he had never had before.

Since Wu's Orphanage, he has struggled to survive in the mud.

Survival was the theme of his life at the beginning.

He knew that his pursuit of longevity was often influenced by his childhood.

Of course, he couldn't be desperate, and even this idea never appeared in his life in the past sixty years.

But at this moment, it suddenly appeared.

Moreover, Voldemort himself was also moved.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

In the silent abyss, there seems to be only the sound of excited heartbeats.

That kind of determination, that kind of immortality, that kind of indomitable move forward suddenly rose from my heart.

The passion he had never had before made his adrenaline soar, and his reason seemed to disappear at this moment.

But after all, he is Voldemort, and he is the most selfish one.

"It must be the energy potion I drank after being poisoned, which made me insane."

He murmured like this, suppressing the soaring adrenaline, and slowly sat down cross-legged.

Silence, silence.

Looking out from the recess, a faint light illuminates the fluttering snowflakes.

Pieces, pieces, scattered, fluttering, stirring Voldemort's heart.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The heartbeat sounded again, and the suppressed adrenaline continued to soar.

The sound of gnashing teeth sounded, Voldemort was restraining, enduring, and suppressing his desires and emotions.

finally……

"Whoo~~~"

He took a long breath and let out all his distracting thoughts.

"Fight it, even if it's only once, even if it's only once in a lifetime.

"I have a horcrux, I will not die here, I can make a comeback, I must still have a chance.

"I'm for myself, not for Bella, not for little Crouch, not for Neville, and not for damn Dumbledore."

With a murmur, Voldemort jumped out of the groove, struggling to climb upwards.

"I'm ready to die, and I'm going to fight for myself."

"I'm ready to die, to realize my full potential."

"I am ready to die, and I will make everyone tremble before me."

"I'm ready to die, I want to..."

Sui Sui Nian, Sui Sui Nian, climbing never stops, words never stop.

Starting from the deepest part of the abyss, from the darkest place, Voldemort vowed to run to the only visible ray of light.

He was ready to die, he was ready to die.

(End of this chapter)