Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 521 Magic Net

"I need a little light."

Nick Flamel nodded to Bella, who took out her wand and cast the Illuminating Charm.

"Thank you."

As Nick Flamel said, he walked straight towards the huge stone gate with the light.

When he came to the stone gate, he took out a golden key from his pocket and inserted it into the obviously much wider keyhole.

"Boom~~~"

The stone door was slowly pushed open by him, revealing the scenery on the opposite side, it is indeed a cozy hut.

Voldemort and Bella followed him into the cozy hut, and saw a woman watering the flowers outside the French windows of the hut.

"Pan Naili, I watered it this morning, so I don't need to water it again."

Nick Flamel yelled out the window, but the old woman continued watering without looking up.

This made Nick Flamel wave his hand angrily.

"Pan Naili's ears are more deaf than mine, hey, she's getting old."

He murmured as if he was explaining to the two of them, and he seemed to be lamenting the passage of time.

Voldemort and Bella looked at each other, but neither answered.

They couldn't figure out what Nick Flamel was up to, Voldemort just wanted to know who he was taking him to.

"Let's go to the attic, where all the secrets I know are there."

Nick Flamel gave up continuing to communicate with his wife, and led the two of them through the cozy cabin, and then through a long corridor to a studio.

It is full of utensils and notes lying open on the table.

Obviously, although he is old and blind, Nick Flamel's research on magic items has never stopped.

"Don't touch any vessel, gentlemen, there are many dangers in it."

He reminded the two of them, carefully walked through the chaotic studio, and finally came to a steep inclined staircase in the corner.

"Ms. Bella, pass me that oil lamp."

Nick Flamel pointed to an oil lamp not far away, and said to Bella.

Bella took the oil lamp and handed it to him, but the latter didn't light it, but just carried it up the stairs.

Voldemort and Bella followed, climbing up the steep ramp, and followed Nick Flamay into the attic of the studio.

They couldn't figure out who would live here, but when they entered the attic, they found that it was dark and they couldn't see anything.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Bella chanted the spell, but nothing happened, and the attic was still dark.

"In the place of magic, Ms. Bella, the spell will temporarily lose its effect."

Nick Flamel's voice sounded, and after a crisp "click", the oil lamp in his hand slowly lit up.

The oil lamp was not very bright, and it could barely illuminate the three of them and the floor under their feet.

It was still dark around the three of them, and Voldemort frowned and looked at Nick Flamel, not knowing what he was doing.

Just when he couldn't help but want to ask, the light from the oil lamp suddenly floated out.

The light slowly came above the three of them and kept floating upwards.

At first both Voldemort and Bella thought it would be fixed to the top, but they soon discovered that was not the case.

The light rose faster and faster, and soon hung in the sky like a star.

And just when the two were wondering what was going on, the light suddenly scattered light spots to the surroundings in a disorderly manner.

Spots of light flickered away, like electricity passing through a wire, but at every passing spot of light, a new light appeared.

And the new light will also emit light points in the same way, and quickly ignite more light.

The light came on extremely fast, and it could be said that in an instant, the attic turned into the night sky.

The sky is full of stars, and the light and darkness are uncertain.

"Is this... a series of curses?"

Bella felt the light and asked in surprise.

"Spells? No, if you have to use your knowledge to understand, I think runes are more appropriate, but in essence, they are not runes." Nick Flamel said.

"What's that?" Voldemort asked, trying to feel them.

It's a pity that he hadn't had time to adapt to this new body, so his comprehension was unsuccessful.

"Uh...we call it the magic node, I'm talking about light, as for the whole..."

Nick Flamel glanced at the magic node that seemed to be at the end, and said after a short silence, "We call it the magic net."

"Magic net?" Bella was puzzled, this was the first time she heard this name.

"Yes, if magic is the language of this world, then Magic Net is the directory of this language. Of course, it also means a bit of a translator." Nick Flamel nodded and said.

"The Directory, that is to say all the magic, is here?" asked Voldemort.

"The essence of all magic is not a spell, just like rune, it can reflect some magical characteristics, but it is not magic itself."

Nick Flamel explained, looking at Voldemort with the light from the magic node, "The discussion between you and Albus has reached the essence. I have read that book, and it is a very good idea."

Voldemort squeezed out an awkward smile, but said nothing more.

"What does a translator mean?" Bella asked.

"I think His Majesty the Dark Lord has guessed it, right?" Nick Flamel threw the question to Voldemort again.

"If I'm not mistaken, the so-called translator is a way of making the languages ​​of the world - that is to say, the spells - more concise, isn't it?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Dark Lord, your talent is really far beyond ordinary people."

Nick Flamel said, glanced at Bella, and found that the latter was still a little puzzled.

"Let me give you a simple example."

As he spoke, he shook the oil lamp whose light had been extinguished.

"Shh."

A ray of light shot down from the sky and relit the oil lamp.

"This represents an infinite number of magical nodes, and it is very difficult to function alone."

Nick Flamel said, shaking the oil lamp again, and then another light was sucked into it, "This time I added the magic node of 'sound', and the effect of the amplifying spell appeared."

The effect did appear. When Nick Flamel spoke, his voice was infinitely amplified after being passed through the oil lamp, which shocked Voldemort and Bella's ears.

"What do you mean by the nature of magic?" Voldemort raised his hand to motion for Nick Flamel to remove the effect, asking his own question.

"During the ancient tribal period, only witches could use magic to a limited extent. That's because it was difficult for the world to hear people's voices. Witches are the most special existence, but they are rare in number."

Nick Flamel dispersed the light from the oil lamp and explained to Voldemort, "This situation lasted for many years until Death appeared, and he created a magic net, so that more people with less talent could also use magic through it. "

"Reaper again?" Voldemort couldn't help frowning.

The Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, the Resurrection Stone, the Department of Mysteries, and his own resurrection, it seems that everything is related to this god.

But who is this damn god who is everywhere?

What did he do all this for?
(End of this chapter)