Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 509 The Conjecture of the Death Ritual

While Charles was meeting Grindelwald, the conversation between Voldemort and Sir Gump was still going on.

Although Sir Gamp made it clear that he would not give the Silent Man organization as a gift for his allegiance to Voldemort, he still selectively revealed a lot of information.

The conversation lasted for a long time, and Voldemort suddenly asked a question that puzzled him for a long time.

"I still remember the sacrificial ceremony, Sir Gamp, after I heard 'Black Dog'," said Voldemort.

"Is there a problem, Your Majesty?" said Gamp. "A ceremony like that will be held once we hear from the other side of the veil."

"About the spell in your ritual, er... how?" asked Voldemort.

"In the silence of the Reticent, the phoenix soars through the world.

"In the days of such and such a year, the silent man sent you praises.

"We will use memory as a guide, open the door of time and space, and send something, please enjoy it."

Gump repeated the words of the ceremony, which Voldemort had heard then, and so had nothing to hide.

"For thousands of years, ceremonies have been carried out like this, and this incantation has not changed much, except for the time and the things sent later."

He added one more sentence at the end, and Voldemort fell silent without speaking immediately.

Just like that, the hall was silent for a while before Voldemort said, "The gate of time and space, I didn't pay special attention last time."

He murmured, but what he thought of was the cracked world.

Could it be that the cracked world that the curtain can lead to is the depths of time and space?

Or, the cracked world is not the depths of time and space, but the other shore?

Thinking to no avail, even though he has been in the gap between time and space for a long time, it is still difficult for him to describe that world.

"How do you understand this spell?" Voldemort gave up thinking and asked Sir Gamp.

Sir Gamp was taken aback when he asked this question. He thought for a while before he understood what Voldemort meant.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, since I joined the Department of Mysteries, I have often used this spell. I haven't thought about its meaning." Sir Gamp said with a wry smile.

Voldemort was not surprised by this, just as not all wizards study the familiar spell.

That's what it means to be dark under the lights.

"It's not too late to think about it, Sir Gamp," said Voldemort.

"Okay, Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

Sir Gamp said, writing the three words in the air with a wave of his wand.

The silver lines floated there, Sir Gamp frowned and watched for a long time.

"'In the silence of the silent man, the phoenix soars through the world', my lord, I think this is the mark of death on this world." Sir Gamp said slowly.

"I also have the same guess, but this phoenix refers to Fox, Phoenix, or Albus. This is a question that puzzles me." Voldemort agreed, and raised his own doubts.

"I'm not sure about that, Your Majesty. As for the second sentence, it should be just to locate the time." Sir Gamp said, looking at the second line of silver text.

"The first sentence locates space, the second sentence locates time, and the third sentence is simple and clear. It is a matter of explaining communication, that is to say..."

Voldemort's voice paused, and he seemed to think for a while before continuing, "There are many different spaces, times, and problems?"

"Very likely, Your Majesty, do you still remember the [World Tree] I gave you?" Sir Gamp asked.

"Of course, I once wanted to learn it, but in the end I chose another way to solve that problem." Voldemort replied affirmatively.

"There are many similar books, describing different worlds, all in the language of death."

Sir Gamp frowned and guessed, "It is very likely that in a different world, there are people who are doing the same thing as us."

"If you don't use the world, it points to a different space, which I can understand, but what about the meaning of time?" Voldemort raised his own doubts again, "It can't be that time is also disordered..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and Voldemort suddenly thought of what he had experienced not long ago.

Go back to the past, change the past, become a part of the past.

From this point of view only, the time is indeed out of order.

"Maybe I have come into contact with a brand new field, and all this is the guidance of Death."

Voldemort's voice was quite heavy, and he was not happy because he came into contact with a different world.

Instead, a sense of disgust arose in him.

The feeling of being manipulated, whether it was Lin Zuo or Riddle, was very disgusting.

"Perhaps he is guiding you, Your Majesty, to help you become a godlike existence." Sir Gamp felt Voldemort's disgust and said hastily.

Of course, he didn't want a conflict between Voldemort and Death. If that happened, he would become a mouse in the bellows, getting angry at both ends.

"What is he for?" Voldemort's voice deepened, "or more precisely, what is he plotting?"

Sir Gamp dared not answer rashly this kind of question that pointed directly at his heart.

"Maybe it's just an organization, Your Majesty." Bella said suddenly, "Just like when we recruit new Death Eaters, it is inevitable to teach them how to use the Unforgivable Curse."

"Humph."

Voldemort snorted angrily, but he didn't lose his temper with Bella, he just said, "No matter what organization it is, you must first seek my opinion before talking about other matters.

"Even if it is a god, this is a bit offensive to me."

This is not Voldemort's arrogance, but his character.

Some people would like to be attached to the powerful in order to benefit from it.

But there are others, who see themselves as their only true God, walking the path they have chosen for themselves.

Even if the road ahead is full of ups and downs, even if they end up at the end, they can't be called glorious and lofty.

But they are who they are.

Even if they are ants, they have to be themselves.

"Forget it, Sir Gamp, this is not your problem. I think there will always be a chance to meet him in the future. It is better for us to talk about our problems."

After the silence, Voldemort stopped embarrassing Sir Gump.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, is there anything else I can do?" asked Sir Gamp.

"Can your connections reach SI:[-]?" Voldemort asked again.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, the Reticent Man does not interfere with the running of the world." Sir Gamp gave his own answer.

"Well, I'll contact you if something happens, but I think it will be after my resurrection," Voldemort said.

"Okay, Your Majesty, the family ancestor has a gift for you, do you need me to bring it over immediately?" Sir Gamp asked again.

"What is a gift?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"A wooden box sealed with wax, Your Majesty," answered Sir Gamp.

"Send it here, I'm curious what Ulrich has left for me." Voldemort said in a relaxed tone with a little nostalgia.

After sleeping for hundreds of years, the child he watched grow up is dead.

He was really curious what this old friend would leave for him.

(End of this chapter)